#amira woods

[kiame-sama]

The Yandere OCs having a nightmare where they harm/kill reader

Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, violence (nightmare), death (nightmare), reader centered gore (nightmare)

Walter Woods;

A body lay open on the operating table, the constant drone of an EKG whining out the flatline. Another patient lost because he wasn't good enough to keep them alive. Another patient gone because Walter let them down.

The sorrow weighed heavily upon his shoulders, a harsh reminder of his failure squealing in his ears as his eyes slowly trailed up the lifeless figure. A painful stab seemed to rip into his chest as he realized it wasn't just any lifeless corpse laying there, it was your lifeless corpse.

- Walter wakes with a startle, enough to disturb you from your peaceful sleep. He is breathing hard and shaking due to the nightmare that was still fresh in his mind. Walter is on the verge of tears at this point.

- "What's wrong?" Your voice is what snaps him out of the stupor he is in and gets him to return to the present. Truly, he is just glad you're alive and that his horrible nightmare was just another nightmare.

- "Nothing, love. Nothing's wrong." He will hold you close and kiss your forehead, relieved that his nightmare was not reality. He is likely going to stay awake for a while on account of the fright he received.

Evan Rothchester;

The satisfying squish of human flesh beneath his hand met his blade as he sank the knife deep into the person's stomach. Red blood seemed to burst forth like a fountain where the knife was sunken in. Another body for the pile that was Evan's life.

He sighed as he wiped the blood from his skin, using a hand to rip the black hood off of his victim's head. Evan's blood ran cold when he saw just who it was beneath the hood. Your eyes slowly drifted up to look at him, the betrayal clear in your expression before your eyes rolled back. The second your body went limp Evan rushed forward to catch you, to try and undo what he had done.

It was too late.

Your lifeless figure leaned forward against his chest, laying limply in his arms. How could he? How could he have done this to you? How could he live with himself?

- His eyes shot open as he sat upright with a small shout of fear. The shout quickly raising you from your slumber as you also shot up, wondering what the problem was and why Evan responded in such a way.

- "What's going on? Are you okay, Evan?" You are clearly concerned as you question your Mafioso lover, startled and disoriented by the sudden way Evan woke the both of you.

- Evan is panting and looking around in confusion, but as soon as he sees you next to him and safe in bed, he pulls you close into an almost crushing hug. He is shaking and gasping as he holds you close, trying to confirm to himself that you are still there and there is no way he could have done such an unforgivable thing to you.

Carlos Vargas;

Carlos stares in a bored way as his hapless victim squirms within their binds, seeming to struggle for freedom. Just another day feeding the animals at his sanctuary and today it was human on the chopping block. The body tumbled and fell down, landing with a sickening thud as the tigers closed in.

He was about to turn away to continue his work when a familiar voice screamed out to him, "Carlos, please!"

The voice made him whirl around in time to see the tigers close in, your frightened and pleasing eyes begging for him to help you. He rushed forwards towards the fence, but there was no way he would reach you fast enough. Your cry was cut off sharply as fangs closed around your neck, silencing you permanently.

- "NO!" Carlos wakes with a loud yell, trying desperately to stop his beloved tigers from killing his dear darling. The shout startles you awake just as quickly, trying to find whatever it was that Carlos had screamed about.

- As soon as it dawns upon Carlos that you are not being mauled by tigers and it was all a nightmare, he will actually begin to cry. He will hold you and kiss you and just try to calm himself before anything else.

Jackson Locklear;

- Once Carlos calms down, he will insist on holding you while the two of you return to sleep. Even if you get back to sleep, Carlos will be awake for a while yet, trying to stay calm and keep himself from having another nightmare.

Your limp body lay in Jackson's trembling arms. His body wracked with sobs as he tried to get you to not leave him. There was nothing he wouldn't give or do to have you come back to him.

Your eyes stared in an empty way up above you, as if looking to the stars you would no longer see. Though you had once been so full of life, you didn't respond to anything Jackson did in an attempt to rouse you. It seemed there truly was no saving you.

With your death, Jackson's world crumbled away into nothingness, swallowing him whole into despair. The awkward way your body lay only made your tragic fall all the more heartbreaking to poor Jackson.

"I'm so sorry.... Please, don't leave me... Please..."

- Jackson wakes slowly, sobbing and trying to take a moment to breathe despite the absolute sorrow in him. He can barely hold himself together as he gasps and shakes in distress and anxiety. It felt so real to sit there and hold you in his arms, leaving him disoriented in a way he had not expected.

- You woke to the sound of heavy and heart wrenching sobs, seeing him sitting with his head in his hands. Jackson is near inconsolable at that moment. In his mind, he may as well have actually done it despite it all being a nightmare.

- Only when he actually takes a moment does he register the sound of your voice as you try to soothe him despite not knowing what was wrong. Upon hearing you and realizing you are still alive, Jackson will immediately grab you and hold you close. He will be so thankful that it was just a horrible nightmare and not actually reality.

Orion Medici;

Another snoop digging through his drafts looking for ideas to steal. Soon to be yet another body under Orion's belt. He had always prided himself on his quick wit and his even quicker skill with a blade.

The figure turned around only to have their throat meet the sharp end of his blade, a clean cut from one side to the next suddenly adorning their soft skin. What Orion didn't expect was the shocked and familiar face he was met with.

The knife fell from his hand with a loud clatter as the world seemed to pause, your throat gurgling where you had been cut. He barely had time to catch you in his arms as you convulsed, trying to stop the rapid loss of blood despite the clear futility of your efforts. Orion was no better as he tried and failed to staunch the flow, hyperventilating as he made continuous attempts to help you.

"Wh- Why, Orion..?"

- Orion woke with a sharp gasp, the blankets balled in his fists and damp with cold sweat. It takes him a moment to orient himself despite being somewhere very familiar to him. He will look around in bewilderment before seeing you and feeling his entire being relax with the sheer relief running through him.

- You are still asleep and resting peacefully beside him as he gets his breathing under control, watching you sleep for a moment. It has felt so real to him that he honestly thought he had killed you, and that thought alone made his heart ache with an intense pain.

- He will be able to return to sleep, but he will likely hold onto you rather tightly just to make sure you are still there with him. He will continue to hold you even while he sleeps, effectively trapping you until he wakes up again and releases you.

Hahne Yamare;

Hahne was a good right hand man. A damn good one. He would be damned if he didn't carry out Evan's orders to the exact, and this was no different. It was just another target he had to eliminate and Hahne would make sure he followed through.

The crack of a rifle went off, the body not too far from him collapsing to the ground with a pained wheeze.

Hahne was no monster, despite his more than monstrous actions. He would not leave the soul lying there to die slowly and in pain. But as he drew closer to the figure, a hollow thud seemed to resonate in his chest when he saw the frightened and dying eyes that he had once loved staring into.

"No! No, this wasn't supposed to happen!" He cried out as he picked up your body, watching the light fade from your terrified eyes, "please! I didn't mean to, please!"

Despite his desperate begging, there was nothing Hahne could do as the light faded from your gaze and left you laying there with an empty stare.

- Hahne jolted as he woke, falling from the bed in a confused panic. His panic woke you, making you look over to where he was on the floor in concern as he struggled against the blankets. When he finally managed to free himself, he was panting and frantically looking around for any sign of you.

- When he does finally catch sight of you, he wraps you up in his arms, trying to just hold you and make sure you were truly there with him. The thought of having been the one to kill you nearly drove him mad, and he needed to know you were alright.

- When he calms down he will tell you about the nightmare he had and he may start to choke up just a bit. The only way he can get back to sleep is if you hold him and let him hold you until he manages to drift off again.

Amira Woods;

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Amira cries out as you collapse into her arms, the clear safety shank she keeps on her person protruding from your neck. She can't help but focus on the way that it seems to move and twitch with every beat of your heart, spilling more and more of your precious lifeblood.

Truly, she thought you had been a stranger trying to grab her, not her beloved. She was in tears as she held you, trying to keep the bleeding contained despite having hit your jugular. If she could just get her brother Walter on the phone-

The choking cough that rattled from you broke off that line of thought as your eyes began to roll back, a clear sign that you were not long for this world.

- "Wait!" Amira wakes up with a shrill scream, tears pouring down her face as she practically flies out of bed and onto her feet. Her sudden awakening startles you awake as well, looking around in a panic to find whatever has set Amira off. When you don't see anything immediately, you look to her for answers.

- When Amira takes a moment to take a breath, she realizes that she is standing in your shared room and you are completely safe in bed. She will start crying all over again as she looks to you to comfort her following the nightmare that still held dominion over her mind.

(Didn't realize I pushed post, so I will reblog with Julie, Kaya, Hada, and Ollpheist added on)

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #my oc #evan rothchester #carlos vargas #hada yamare #walter woods #hahne yamare #kaya Braziel #jackson locklear #orion medici #julie winters #amira woods #julie winter #tw violence #tw nightmares

[lilnasxvevo]

The new Wylde Flowers update drops in like 2-3 days so you are about to more or less lose me for a few weeks as I do a complete new play through to get all the interactions with the new character

#i wonder if I’ll love them enough to want to romance anybody but Westley #i tried to romance Kim in my most recent play through because I do think Kim is pretty cool #but Kim is simply not a werewolf who owns an independent bookstore. like there is no competition #also I love Westley’s ugly lil outfit so much #and his RUMBLY VOICE ITS SO GOOD #the point of marrying a character and having them move into your house is being able to hear their voice at any hour you want #and not just during daylight hours #which is why it’s pointless to marry anyone from the coven you can go talk to them in the woods whenever you want #also if you marry Damon he calls you ‘kitten’ a lot which I’ve learned that pretty much everyone who’s married Damon VISCERALLY HATES #i don’t want to date Damon or Amira bc they both come on wayyyyyy too strong the first time you meet them and I don’t like it #and I don’t want to romance Cameron bc he fucking sucks #which leaves me with uhhhh #man there are currently 7 romanceable characters but I’m just blanking rn #Westley Kim Damon Amira Cameron. oh there’s Kai too. who else #i don’t want to date Kai because he’s dumb as a sack of rocks #ok I gotta go look it up I’m gonna feel so dumb #IT WAS GIVA. WHO I LITERALLY MARRIED IN MY FIRST PLAYTHROUGH. SORRY GIVA #(I kept bringing her gifts in the week leading up to her witch trial bc I felt so bad for her) #(and then I felt too bad to NOT date her when the option came up and then I felt like I had to marry her too) #(but I started a new save to date Westley shortly after that) #(you can divorce people but Giva is such a sweet woman that I didn’t want to do that)

[adobe-outdesign]

putting together a list of each leader for each Neopian land, here's what I've come up with:

Altador: King Altador (plus his council)

Brightvale and Meridell: Ruled by the brothers King Hagan and king King Skarl (unsure how that works but just go with it)

Maraqua: King Kelpbeard

Darigan: Lord Darigan (he and Altador have their kingdoms named after them)

Roo Island: King Roo (has a crippling gambling addiction)

Faerieland: Queen Fyora (obscenely OP)

(Side note: like none of the above have queens/kings so it's unknown who would succeed them)

The Haunted Woods: anarchist hellhole. Neovia has a mayor but he may or may not be a bug (don't worry about it)

Neopia Central: anarchist hellhole

Jelly World: anarchist hellhole

Lost Desert: two rulers for each city (Princess Amira in Sakhmet and King Jazan in Qasala. No I don't know why Amira is still considered a princess)

Krawk Island: Governor is Gavril McGill, no leader beyond that

Kiko Lake: Has a mayor

Moltara: Also has a mayor, which is confusing as they're not near or part of a larger land

Mystery Island: Has a council of elders and at least one coconut god (don't ask)

Terror Mountain: most likely the Keeper of Time, which for the record is an incredibly cool name

Shenkuu: Has an emperor and actually has two children to succeed him for a change (Princess Lunara and Princess Terrana)

Tyrannia: Ruled by a council of elders (for some reason it's like one of the only non-town republics)

Kreludor: Seemingly ruled by both brothers Zorlix and Xarthab, making them like Hagan and Skarl if they were like 20% more competent

Virtupets: Was ruled by Dr. Sloth, a mad scientist dictator (don't worry about it)

#neopets #neotag #outdesign posts things #this was mostly put together to point out how different each land's system of government is #and also that Neopia has far too many kings/queens for its own good

[cloverthebarbearian]

Secret Meetings (P.1)

Uktar x GN!Tav 3,380 words (Suggestive not explicit) (P.2, P.3)

Tav's tongue ran down his exposed skin as far as his clothes allowed, before trailing kisses back up his neck, nibbling his ear as he ran his hand from their hair down their spine. "I wish I could kiss you," Tav sighed. "You know why you can't," Uktar muttered in response, wrapping his hands around the small of their back, pulling them closer. They felt his hands creep under their top, warm and welcome against their bare skin. "What if I promised to keep my eyes closed," they teased, nuzzling their nose against him. He let out a gentle laugh. "Not good enough, Sweetness," Uktar ran his hand up their spine, reveling in the touch of their bodies together.

Dusk was fast approaching, threatening storm clouds of grey and blue rolling across the horizon. The evening air was welcome in the busy streets of Wyrm's Crossing. That crisp and haunting chill of promised rain tickling Tav's skin as they approached Sharess' Caress. The familiar warmth of the brothel greeted them when they opened the front door, heady incense wafting through the air.

"Hello, Darling!" Mamzell Amira strolled elegantly from behind her workspace to give Tav a friendly hug, kissing both cheeks in greeting, "How was the trek today?"

"Nothing special, Mam," Tav removed the cloak draped across their shoulders and handed the Mamzell their outerwear to check in behind the counter, "Looks like a storms approaching. Lots of travelers needing rooms tonight, good for business I bet?"

Amira tutted playfully, "And what better way to shield from a storm than the warm embrace of a beautiful stranger, hm?"

She practically floated as she moved about the lobby, "Same room as always, dear?" she called to Tav while working through the Caress' room keys.

"Yes, Mam," Tav replied, "Everything cleaned and prepped I take it?"

"Of course, darling," Mamzell Amira handed them their room key. Just as Tav was about to take it, the Mamzell yanked it back, eyeing their patron playfully, "You know, I'm rather curious who this mysterious little client of yours is."

Tav rolled their eyes with a grin, "I'm sure you are Mamzell, but I've made it very clear they've requested discretion. You know how many powerful individuals come around here requiring silence, often times for our own safety."

Mamzell Amira pouted, "Oh, I know darling. But I can't help that my mind wanders. They're so mysterious! No one's even caught a glimpse of them, the way they manage to sneak in and out with such ease," she sighed, glancing at Tav again before handing them their key in earnest, "Well, I suppose as long as you feel safe and I get paid, that's all that matters," she waved Tav off nonchalantly, "Have fun, dear."

Tav took the key with a smile, a light blush creeping across their cheeks, "I always do, Mam."

Tav locked the bedroom door after checking the room thoroughly. All their standard requests were abided, as usual. Fresh water, sweet wine, and a small fruit and bread platter set up on the tea table. The inset stone bath was full and warm, their closet stocked with clean robes, fresh clothes, and warm towels. A few simple toys and tools by the bedside, in case the mood struck them.

No poison in the wine, no assassins hiding in any unlit corners. Old habits die hard.

They took a deep breath and unlocked the door to the balcony, leaving it open a crack and placing a small wedge of wood in the frame as a stopper. The wind of the incoming storm brought in a bit of mist and drizzle, and Tav shivered. They turned to the bath and began discarding their clothes, submerging their tired feet into the hot water with a sigh. They walked to the center of the large tub and sat down, curling their knees to their chest and closing their eyes as the hot water soaked into their aching bones.

And now they wait.

The waiting was always hardest. They never knew when he'd arrive. He's never missed a date so far, though there have been times he hadn't shown until the morning sun was already teasing the horizon. Tav's only knowledge he had even come at all from feeling him slip into bed to hold them as they slept, and a note left behind by their pillow when they finally woke.

They watched the steam rise from the tub as they listened to the rain. It was coming down steadier now. Rolling thunder echoed in the distance. They began wondering if he'd show up at all tonight, what with an impending storm fast approaching. This was supposed to be casual, and technically all just business. But they'd be lying if they said their heart didn't sink at the idea of a night without him.

They tipped their head back, submerging themselves completely in the heated pool. Their hair wisped around them as they gazed at the ceiling through the haze of water. The rhythmic thumping of their pulse in their ears acting as a metronome, counting seconds as they waited. Seconds that felt like minutes as they held their breath.

A muffled bump shook them from their trance, bolting upright and cresting the water with a deep breath of cool air. They stared at the balcony door, eyes wide and body crouched as if ready to pounce before registering who was causing the racket.

Uktar stood drenched in the open doorway, the earlier drizzles having turned into torrential downpour. Sheets of rain crashed like waves as he fought with the door against the wind. A comparative silence followed the slamming wood as he stood with his back against the door, chest heaving, head low. He finally glanced up and saw Tav, their head resting on folded arms against the edge of the bath, an amused smile across their face.

The masked man gestured to the door, "Couldn't help me with this then?"

Tav suck into the water, running their fingers along the surface, "I was a bit occupied," they said as they took in the sight of him, stifling a laugh, "Looks like you managed a bath before arriving for a change! I appreciate that."

"Ah Ha. Ha Ha Ha. You're hilarious," his head tilted with a mocking laugh as he shook his hands and removed his boots. He walked to the wardrobe, grabbing a change of clothes and moving behind a divider to change out of his now soaking wet attire. Tav watched with an anxious curiosity as he removed his mask and placed it on a table beside the wardrobe, straining to peak between the cracks of the divider's wooden panels. All in vain, they were already certain, but it didn't stop them from trying.

"You actually showed up fairly early tonight," Tav commented, "Usually I'm here at least an hour before you arrive… Thought you'd choose to wait out the storm or something," they bit their lip as they watched his silhouette.

Uktar draped his wet clothes over the divider, toweling himself off as he spoke, "I knew the rain was coming. Managed to talk my way out of any deals going on too late. Scared folks into thinking the sewers may flood. Gave me plenty of time to haul ass over here," he threw his towel over the divider and it landed on the floor within Tav's reach, "Didn't think I'd get caught in the storm though."

Tav picked up the towel and wrapped it around themselves as they begrudgingly left the warmth of the pool. Uktar was busy tying his hair back up and pulling on a fresh pair of underclothes as Tav approached. They glanced at his mask left laying on the side table, gingerly running their fingers along the cool, glossy porcelain. Still spattered with rain, it seemed like it were made of crystal with the way it twinkled.

They heard Uktar clear his throat loudly from behind them, and Tav swiftly turned their back to the divider. Carefully, they picked the mask up and held it out behind them until they felt it leave their grasp.

"Thank you," his low voice replied. His cadence still perpetually annoyed, but Tav could hear the shame tinged below it all. They gave him a few beats to shroud himself, rocking gently on their heels before glancing over their shoulder.

"May I?" they asked, their eyes still trained on his legs.

"You may, Highness," he said with a tease and an exaggerated bow. Giggling, Tav turned around to face him. He leaned back up, adjusting to finish tying his robe as they looked at him.

Tav walked slow, still wrapped in their towel, running their hands under his arms and around his waist, looking up into the eyes of his mask.

"Hi," they said, coy smile betrayed by the blush on their cheeks.

"Hello, Sweetness," he responded, caressing their head in his hand, stroking down their cheek and pulling them close to his chest. The smell of rose oil and ivory soap from their bath still lingering.

Uktar could feel Tav's damp skin seeping through his fresh clothes, "Could we get you properly toweled off?" He quickly ran his arms up and down their shoulders as he pulled away, turning to grab them another towel.

He draped the fresh towel over their head, running the ends up and over their face, down their cheeks, watching the way they seemed to melt against his touch.

"We need to get you dressed," Uktar muttered as he dried their hair.

"What's the point if I'll be taking it all off in a moment?" Tav teased, loosening the towel tied around their torso, letting it fall to their ankles. They stood damp and bare as Uktar continued to dry their hair, pretending he hadn't even noticed his partner's playful advances.

He took the towel off their head and held it against the small of their back, pulling their naked body into him, "The point's in how much fun it'll be to get you out of them myself."

Tav felt their cheeks flush. They reached their hands up to his neck and pulled him down to meet them. They kissed the cold lips of his mask as if they were truly his, before moving down to his chin and neck. Their skin still warm from the bath, they made sure to hold their lips against him long enough to share their heat.

Uktar dropped the towel he had been using to hold Tav against him and wrapped his hands around their bare back. He relished the softness of their skin, squishing the plush spot where their hips met their thighs, running his fingers down the curves of their ass while they kissed him.

He tasted like he had actually bathed before coming, outside of being caught in the storm. There was a taste of earth from the rainwater, but beneath it was a musk of soap and… aftershave?

Tav pulled back and glanced up at him, "Are you… wearing cologne?" They smiled as their eyebrows twisted, once again trying to stop themselves from laughing.

Uktar gently pushed Tav away from him, "You get mad when I come in smelling like the sewers, are you really gonna give me shit for trying to clean up for a change?" Tav covered their mouth as to not be rude, hiding their smile.

After the first few times they teased him, Uktar had either bathed before arriving or bathed at the Caress when coming straight from the Guild. But this was the first time he seemed to have put on some sort of fragrance oil, and it had caught Tav by surprise.

"No, no, you're right," they tried to calm their giggling, "Its sweet. And preferable. Thank you," They pulled him back into a hug, kissing the exposed skin on his chest that his shirt and robe didn't quite cover. Tav turned and made their way to the wardrobe as Uktar sat in a plush armchair. He took the opportunity of Tav standing behind the divider to lift his mask and expose his lips, picking off grapes and sipping wine as he waited for his partner to dress.

"What would you like me to wear?" Tav called out to him, lilt in their voice sounding coy and seductive.

"Whatever you want, Sweetness," Uktar replied nonchalant, popping another grape in his mouth. Tav groaned. It was so hard getting him to play along sometimes. They threw on undergarments, and settled on a thin, billowing shirt. It reminded them of something Astarion might've worn, though a bit see-through with the light weight fabric.

Seeing no point in wasting time with too much clothing, they cleared their throat before coming out from behind the screen. Uktar took one large sip of wine before lowering his mask again, and Tav gradually slipped their body out into the open.

They ran their finger along the edge of the wooden divider, looking up at the man sitting a few feet away as they took their time approaching. They saw Uktar shift in his seat, gripping the arms of his chair. They could practically feel the way his hungry eyes devoured them, hidden behind his porcelain guise.

Tav reached out for their own glass of wine and drank readily, letting one hand run up Uktar's thigh as they placed their goblet back onto the table.

Immediately, Uktar had their wrist in his hand. Pulling them down to him, he wrapped his arm around their back and practically threw them up onto his lap. Tav laughed at the way he tossed them around, letting their hands settle on his chest as he ran his own hands down their back.

"Sooo… what's on your mind tonight?" Tav asked teasingly. The man beneath them let his grip squeeze into their hips as he subtly rocked himself against them. Tav's mouth opened in a silent moan, smiling and running their hands up to his neck.

"Same as always, gorgeous," Uktar's thumbs pushed into the dips of Tav's hips, where their thighs curved in towards their core, "Let's just see what gets us there."

They let their fingers trace along his neck, the tips of their nails ever so delicately gliding across his skin. He sighed, letting his head rest back against the plush arm chair. He watched as Tav took the opportunity to plant kisses on his neck, running their hands down under the tops of his robes. His chest rose, taking in deep breaths under their touch. Tav could feel the warm air building under his porcelain mask - his breath smelling of wine, mint, and molasses. His hands ran up and down their sides, hips gently pushing up into them. They rolled their own body in response, tracing their tongue along the risen veins against his skin.

Uktar's hand knotted into their hair, holding them steady and forcing them slightly away from him. Not enough to stop their touch, but far enough to make them really have to work to keep their lips and tongue against his skin. They smiled and laughed wantonly, pulling at the collar of his clothes.

They felt the strength of his raw desire in his touch, and the ever stiffening length between his legs. Tav's tongue ran down his exposed skin as far as his clothes allowed, before trailing kisses back up his neck, nibbling his ear as he ran his hand from their hair down their spine.

"I wish I could kiss you," Tav sighed.

"You know why you can't," Uktar muttered in response, wrapping his hands around the small of their back, pulling them closer. They felt his hands creep under their top, warm and welcome against their bare skin.

"What if I promised to keep my eyes closed," they teased, nuzzling their nose against him. He let out a gentle laugh.

"Not good enough, Sweetness," Uktar ran his hand up their spine, reveling in the touch of their bodies together. It was short lived, however, as Tav groaned and pulled back, hands resting on his chest as they propped themselves atop him.

They toyed with the edge of his robes, untying the clasps and running their hands over his plain undershirt. Uktar watched them from beneath his refined veneer. Their hands weakly attempting to undress him, their expression seemingly disinterested now. Or rather... distracted. A slew of emotions were obvious across their face, now clearly frustrated and discouraged.

He removed his hands from Tav's back and ran them over his chest, meeting theirs and resting his hands atop their own. He brought their knuckles up to his masked lips, making Tav smile at his attempted thoughtfulness. He took their hands and moved them again. Letting each of Tav's hands rest on either side of his neck, directing their thumbs under the very edge of his covering.

Tav's heart fluttered, gazing into the doll-like eyes of Uktar's mask. At times, they swear they could see his true eyes peaking beneath, watching them wistfully. Swirls of grey and green. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, of a day they could gaze into his eyes in truth.

He nodded as Tav paused, a small gesture allowing them to continue. They let their thumbs travel the length of his jaw, stilling by his chin. His hands held their wrists loosely, allowing them the freedom to move them as they wished. Tav hesitantly ran their thumb over his chin and across his bottom lip, concealed beneath his veil. Their breathing shuddered in tandem at the tenderness of Tav's soft finger against his dry lips, shocked to feel a ring pierced through the center. Uktar went to lick them instinctively, grazing Tav's thumb in the process, causing them to release a breathy moan.

They dropped their forehead against his own cold ceramic disguise, cupping his head in their hands and kissing his porcelain lips with fervor. Short lived - their kisses slowed to a halt, and Tav's chest eventually started heaving.

They didn't cry. Gods, they couldn't cry in front of him. But the ache in their gut was all consuming. They held their forehead against his, praying he couldn't see the tears building up within them from behind his covered eyes. They managed to turn their growing sorrow into a weak laugh.

"This is torture, you know," they pushed themselves from his chest and off his lap, pacing around the room.

Uktar ran his hands over his mask and slumped into the armchair, "Gods, Tav, not this again."

"No, it's not fair, Uktar! We've been seeing each other for months. We're both involved with the guild now - If I found out you're hiding some sort of 'secret identity' and ratted you out, I'd be killed…"

"And we can't have that," Uktar interjected sarcastically. Tav shot him an annoyed glare, and he responded with an exasperated shrug before pushing himself to his feet, "What do you want me to say, Tav? We've been over this! I just…!" He gestured to himself, frustrated, "I just can't, okay? Can we leave it be?"

Tav folded their arms across their chest, looking away from him to hide the tears they felt creeping up on them once more.

"I'm not going to judge you, you know," they said, quietly, "I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't think you were…" they bit their tongue, careful not to inadvertently say something hurtful, "I wouldn't be scared of you."

The air went silent in the room above the caress. They heard Uktar's heavy footfalls approach cautiously until his presence could be felt behind them. Their breath faltering as they felt his hands running over their shoulders, down their arms, slowly enveloping their folded limbs in his own. They felt the rise and fall of his chest pressed against them as they stood together.

"I know you think that, Tav," he murmured, his chin resting on their shoulder.

"I don't just think that," Tav snapped back in defense, "I'm not heartless. I'm not some kid scared of a boogie-man. Need I remind you what my teammates looked like after eating Ilithid worms? On purpose? Hells, I honestly thought Gale looked better for it," Uktar scoffed as he tried to hide his laughter. Tav leaned their head against his, a hand snaking up around the back of his neck, "Besides… as much as I would love to see you, that's not even what I'm asking," they nudged into the exposed skin at the crook of his neck, "I just… I want to feel you, Uktar."

They felt his body tense at their words, gripping them tighter, humming to himself. Time slowed as he gently rocked his body with theirs, eventually relaxing, running his hands along their arms before releasing them slowly.

"Perhaps," he spoke at first with a small hint of unease. But after a pause, he continued, his tone shifting into something more alluring, shrouded in excitement. Tav turned to look at him curiously.

"Perhaps, we can… compromise."

#uktar #bg3 uktar #uktar bg3 #uktar x tav #uktar x reader #ch2 is nearly done but i realized the whole thing was getting long so i thought why not split it & let us all enjoy a little treat teehee #here you go 3 fellow uktar enjoyers i want him carnally #god as soon as i post this im gonna find 400 typos but rn it looks fine. it looks FINE LETS GO

[linka-from-captain-planet]

no longer sick and back to my usual self which obviously means I'm trying to ascertain if Florrick has a unique body sculpt, specifically ass/hips, or if the dress does the work (I do have a reason for this btw)

Results are inconclusive in comparison to a standard elf body type 1 (silver hair), as either the dress is what adds the bigger looking ass, or she does have a special body sculpt and shares it with Mystra (black dress). Unfortunately I couldn't get Mamzell Amira to work in the mod (her version of the dress is somewhat different from hips down, and she looks slimmer to me on a glance at screenshots) and didn't have time to see if I could find the random patriar who has the exact Florrick/Mystra dress and is also a wood elf (best comparison?). Further research required

further notable is the difference in curviness between Florrick's first sexy dress model and her final release version. In addition to the wider-looking hips, note the angle of the bottom of the dress. IMO it looks like it hangs straight down on the left but swells out a bit on the right, indicating a lil belly?

side note: Larian, give Forrick her OG figure back and also add that body to the CC NOW 🔫. But the fact that her thiccness was transferred to Lucretious along with the dress makes me think it is just the outfit. Further research also required

#florrickology #counsellor florrick #I am looking ACADEMICALLY

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

On Air [Chapter Five] Sweet As Sin [Alastor]

A/n: I apologize that this story took me so long to update. This chapter was a bit of a pain, but I appreciate the patience. Thank you all. Please enjoy.

The song that Aelia starts to sing in this chapter is 'Tot Musica', the version done by Amalee. 

Warning(s): depression, OC, singing, anger and disgust, murder, blood, mentions of abuse, demon powers, master/pet dynamic, dark themes, OC is a former serial killer.

Tag list: @dndmaniac

No Minors Allowed!!

A deep sense of uselessness haunted Aelia as she wearily stared up at the purple-tinted sky from her perch in Butcher Town. Her first day searching for a client, much to her disappointment, was met with failure. It was as she had feared; this task was much too great for her. 

Alastor would be disappointed. Aelia tightened her jaw. The last thing she wanted to do was fail him, his praise meant the world to her. At the mere thought, her heart raced but at her core, she knew what awaited her was a look of reproach. 

Aelia did not want to return to the lodge empty-handed with her wings dragging the ground, but what choice did she have? Dusk was drawing near and ground zero was for once silent as the grave. It seemed like once it got dark, the Sinners had better places to be. 

With a heavy sigh, she rested on her back and opted to give it a little more time. Perhaps someone desperate would eventually fall into her lap.

Dream on, girl. 

Aelia stretched her stiff wings. A break would do her some good; she was exhausted and irritated at being told to fuck off by those uninterested in her uncertain offers. Nothing was working for her. Humans on Earth were much easier to manipulate it seemed. She honestly needed a better approach, but that could wait. 

Aelia was at peace. Being up high made her feel unreachable. She loved it, and despite the scent of smoke in the air, Butcher Town had its own special charm. It strangely reminded her of cookouts in the summer with her parents; the scent of wood smoke permeated the stale air. 

A fond smile pulled at her lips, and then her voice rose in song. 

“Whoa, hey, hey, whoa…”

Her silvery voice brought chills to her arms. It had been years since she had sung out loud; a habit she had often done to soothe herself. But now, to her shock, the pitch of her voice was strong and clear. It sounded almost ethereal and made her feel alive. The air around her even felt energized.

Aelia took a winded breath and sat up. What was this feeling? Her feathers tingled as though an electric current had shot through them.

“We will rejoice when we get the freedom promised. The freedom so many die–”

A horrified shrill scream echoed from down below. It took Aelia a moment to react, and though she should have felt concerned, all she could feel was irritation. Who would dare to interrupt her? It felt like the weight of the world had crashed onto her shoulders. She stood and crawled onto the parapet, then glanced down at the smoldering wreckage below. 

At first, she did not see a single person. Then from the corner of her eye, a Sinner similar to a crocodile with dark cross-branding on their slender tail darted out from the corner of a nearby building. Their snout was narrow and their build was slim with pale yellow interconnected scales that indicated they were both young and female, but Aelia was not for certain. She raised a curious brow, watching the reptilian for a moment as she ran in terror past heaps of burning trash and patches of scorched earth, but to her shock, a gun demon gave chase, aiming a large caliber rifle at her that appeared to be in place of its left forearm. 

“¡Papá (Dad)!” The reptilian screamed. “¡Ayuda (Help)!”

What was that dialect? Spanish? 

A weird feeling of nostalgia washed over Aelia making her uneasy, but in the end, she opted to ignore the altercation. It was not her problem, she had her own issues to deal with. As she stepped off the parapet, a shrill gunshot halted her. Why did she flinch? It was sudden, yes, but expected. For a brief moment, to her annoyance, she imagined herself in the victim’s place.

“Please. No…I’m sorry. I swear.”

She shivered in disgust. How irritating. Some memories were better off locked in her head.

With a growl, Aelia bent over the edge again. She had expected to see a lifeless body down below but to her surprise, the reptilian had been merely nicked and was very much alive. Though, not for much longer.

The gun demon was starved for blood, driven by some inhuman motive, and closing in like a 90s horror movie slasher. Their aim was horrendous in Aelia’s opinion but they did manage to slow her down by maiming her right leg. The reptilian was persistent though. She limped in a panic across the grime-covered ground, trailing crimson blood behind her in a poor attempt to put some distance between herself and her assailant. 

But the gun demon easily caught up and slammed the rifle into her head with a loud smack. As she fell to the ground, struggling to pick herself up, the demon watched in glee. Even from above, Aelia could see the hint of arousal on their face. It struck a nerve in her that she honestly had not felt in a long time.

He liked it when he hurt me. Couldn't get it up unless I was in tears.

Aelia did not know any better. She was young when she met him, and stupid when he convinced her that he was the only person who truly loved her. He made her a puppet; a sad worthless shell of a human. But then Alastor came along and insisted that she grow a backbone and take back her life. 

Aelia felt her throat tighten as tears stung her stormy eyes. She was not a pathetic sobbing mess anymore and this display of power and control over another disgusted her. With fury behind the wheel, her wings rose and her feathers fluffed. The gun demon rested the barrel of the rifle against the reptilian’s head and chuckled as she pleaded.   

“No…please.” 

Aelia tightened her jaw. She had not seen her ex in years and yet she was seeing fleeting traces of him on the gun demon. She could not bear it. Raising her arm, the primary ombre feathers on both her wings disconnected and shot down like an arrow, circling the abuser in a frenzy.     

“What the fuck is–”

Before the gun demon could finish, Aelia clenched her hand into a tight fist, and the feathers turned their hollow shafts, piercing their skin one by one in quick succession. The illusion of her ex had become a human pincushion, writhing and shouting in pain for compassion, but Aelia had none to give. Jets of blood soiled everything with a meter of their body as her feathers continued to lance them. 

Then she offered mercy. 

Aelia raised a thin finger and motioned down with it. A primary, colored gray and blue shot through the top of the demon’s head in a gruesome fashion. A garbled cry poured from their mouth, and then they fell to the ground with a wet slap. 

Panting, Aelia watched the demon’s body twitch. She might have overdone it just a bit. Alastor did say Sinners were more resilient than they looked, but she was certain this one was dead. She turned her eyes to the reptilian, witnessing a plethora of emotions wash over her bloodstained face; relief, confusion, then fear as her yellow eyes noticed Aelia on the top of the building. Then in horror, she limped off into the shadow of a nearby alleyway, leaving her rescuer feeling a bit irritated.  

You're welcome.

Aelia leaped off the parapet and sat down in exhaustion. She needed a moment to breathe. A lot had come over her; emotions that she thought would not haunt her in the afterlife. Fear and bitterness…thoughts of him. For some reason, her past still had a grip on her. 

We're all Sinners here, some worse than others. I can't start attacking every person who reminds me of him.

Her stomach churned with unease. The next time–

“Hello, my dear,” A familiar voice suddenly greeted her. 

Aelia squeaked in fear and turned to face Alastor near the parapet, who had somehow snuck up on her. She did not even hear or see him walk onto the roof.   

“You scared me.”

The said man widened his smile and then glimpsed off the edge, humming in delight. 

“You've had a rather productive day, haven't you?”

It was as if he knew what she had been doing. Aelia frowned, standing to greet him. As much as she did not want to bring it up, she felt as though she must. 

“I've had no luck with making a deal.”

The sound of static filled her fears but when Alastor faced her, he did not look mad or upset by her revelation. Still, Aelia was shaken. 

“There is still time. I know I–”

“It's quite alright, bèt kay (pet). I know you won't fail me.” He paused to glance back at the body of the gun demon on the ground below. “Why look how much you've already advanced. You've made the utmost impression on me.”

Aelia was unaware, but the hearts returned to her eyes. She felt suddenly warm, as though all her worries had been erased.

“I'm delighted you think so, master.”

Her wings lifted in response but to her horror, she noticed that many of her feathers were missing. Aelia widened her eyes; it looked like she was molting.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Heat swept across her face. She was new to her body and not certain if the feathers would even grow back or not. It's not like it came with an instruction manual she could consult.  

Tucking her wings tight against her body, she turned the subject of the conversation over to him. 

“Was your outing pleasant?”

“As pleasant as one can expect from Butcher Town, my dear,” Alastor remarked. 

He longed for the day of his return. It was drawing near, but time was ticking by ever so slowly in his opinion.

“But that's neither here nor now.” He paused to twirl his cane, pointing toward the door that led to the roof. “Let us return to the lodge. There is something I want to show you.” 

Aelia felt a bit gloomy, but she nodded and silently followed him from the roof. Back home, she made Alastor a cup of coffee and herself some warm tea, honey vanilla chamomile; a drink she took delight in knowing that he purchased for her considering his dislike for it, and sat with him at the dining table. 

With a snap of his fingers, a flier of some type appeared in front of her. It almost looked like a young child made it, decorating the page with rainbows and sticks of cotton candy. The name ‘Happy Hotel’ was written at the top. 

“A penny for your thoughts,” Alastor inquired. 

“It's…colorful,” Aelia remarked. 

She honestly didn't know what to think about it. It was something she expected to see in Hell. The flier did not give much detail other than asking: Would you like to be cured? What did that even mean? Aelia sat it down and took a sip of her tea, humming as the two cubes of sugar she had added, sweetened it to her liking. 

“Is this another one of the projects you mentioned?”

Alastor widened his smile. 

“It could be. In the next few days, I'll know for sure.” He paused to take a drink, then sat the mug on the table. “This project will be one I require your aid with.” 

Aelia felt her heart race. 

“Of course. I would be–”

“Should you of course obtain a soul,” he interrupted.

The weight of the world felt like it was resting on her shoulders. Aelia felt overwhelmed. She did not know what reason Alastor wanted her to complete this task, but she knew it must have been important to him. 

“I understand,” she uttered. 

Alastor tilted his head, gauging her. Despite the consequences, she was undoubtedly trying. It pleased him.

“A suggestion, my dear. A smile is a valuable tool. In your arsenal, it shows you are confident even when you are not, and to desperate Sinners, it shows that you are the one holding all the cards.” 

Was it really that simple? A smile. Who was she to question Alastor? He won her over with a few kind words. Aelia at least felt a bit more confident with his words resting in her mind. 

“A smile. I can do that.”

To emphasize her point, she smiled at him. 

Alastor was elated. He took a shot in the dark with this one, and so far, his gamble was paying off. 

“My dear, you are sweet as sin.”  

#hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x oc #oc #hazbin hotel fandom #alastor hazbin hotel #dark themes #murderer oc #Spotify

[middleearthpixie]

Living Proof

Merry Christmas, @legolasbadass! I am your Secret Santa this year and this is the story I wrote for the @officialtolkiensecretsanta! I hope you enjoy Thorin enjoying a snow day with his family!

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, reader, Frerin II and Amira

Warnings: None. Just all fluffy fluff

Rating: G

Words: 2,411

Khuzdul Translations:

Uzbadnâtha - princess

Mimûn/a - little one

Raklûn/a - precious one, darling one

Mesmel - jewel of all jewels 

Summary: You and Thorin and your children have a fun time playing in the snow the night before Yule...

You saw through my anger and rage to show me my prison was just an open cage

There were no keys, no guards, just one frightened man and some old shadows for bars.

~ Living Proof, Bruce Springsteen, Lucky Town, Columbia Records, 1992

Everything was just perfect. 

Snow swirled softly all around you, but you barely felt the cold as you watched Thorin and Frerin II wrestle about in the drifts that rose like small mountains across the plains. It was supposed to be simply a family walk in the woods, but that lasted all of only a few minutes before Frerin scooped up a handful of snow to throw at his father. Of course, Thorin couldn't possibly let that go unchallenged, and so fired back and within minutes, snow flew in all directions and laughter and shouts rang out through the trees. Not that you minded. Their laughter was music to your ears, and obviously to Amira’s ears as well, for she tugged her hand from yours and said, “Come on, ‘Amad, let’s get them!”

She didn't wait for you to reply, but scooped up a handful of snow and fired at her brother, who promptly returned it. The next thing you knew, a snowball hit you squarely in the chest and your husband didn't even look the least bit sheepish about it.

“All’s fair in love and snowballs,” he said with a shrug, scooping up more snow.

You gave him no chance to fire it and showed him no mercy as you retaliated. Snowballs, some firmly packed, others leaving trails of powder in their wake, flew in all directions once more, with you and Amira taking on Frerin and Thorin. 

Then Frerin wound up and fired and hit Amira square in the face. She dropped to her knees, and both you and Thorin froze while Frerin said, “I’m sorry, Amira! I promise I wasn’t aiming for your face.”

Amira looked up, snow clinging to the hint of beard on her chin, and she narrowed her eyes at him. Then, she leaped, hit Frerin in the middle, wrapped her arms about him, and tackled him into the nearest snowdrift. 

Thorin went to pull her off her brother, but then laughter rang out and both Frerin and Amira turned on you and Thorin with near-deadly accuracy. 

“Get him!” Frerin yelled and both he and Amira changed direction with their snowballs, pelting Thorin without mercy. They worked together, with Amira crouched to scooping handfuls of snow into spheres to hand to her brother, who fired as fast as she could make the snowballs. Meanwhile Thorin seemed to move in slow motion, letting them splatter him with snow as he seemed to take great pains in finding the perfect snow, sculpting the perfect snowball, and firing it, only to find his aim to be far more inaccurate than usual.

Finally, Amira stood up, a snowball in each hand. One hit Thorin’s thigh, but the other? Squarely in the middle of his chest.

“Oh, no… You got me… argh… I’ve—I’ve been—I’ve been hit…” 

Thorin made a great show of grabbing his chest, staggering backwards until he simply crumpled into the snow. There, he went still, and you bit back a smile as Amira stared in wide-eyed horror. “But I didn't hit him that hard.”

“It looked pretty hard to me,” you told her as seriously as you could manage as you tried to fight off your smile at the same time. “You and Frerin should go check on him.”

“Frer, I didn’t hit him that hard!”

“I think you did.” 

The sparkle in Frerin’s eyes made holding back your smile even more difficult. Then, Frerin took Amira by the hand. “We should check on him, Mira.”

She nodded. “Very well.”

Frerin looked over at you, as if waiting for you to nod, so you did, and then you watched, lips pressed together, fighting back a chuckle as they crept up to him. Amira looked up at her brother, then down at her father, and hesitantly let go of Frerin’s hand to close the gap between her and her father.

“Gotcha!” Thorin roared as he shot up to grab Amira around the waist and pulled her down into the snow as she let out a shriek that went from fear to laughter in the blink of an eye. Powder flew in all directions as Frerin then pounced as well. Their laughter mingled to rise into the chilled evening air, their breath rising in silver clouds to float off into the darkness.

You let them play a few minutes more, brushing the snowy remnants from your sleeves and coat, and then your motherly instincts insisted you round them up. “Come now, all three of you. Before you catch a chill and spend Yule sick in bed.”

“’Amad, must we?” Frerin looked up, snow clinging to the thick black lashes around his brilliant blue Durin eyes. It clung to his wavy almost-black hair as well, and in the dark fuzz that would one day all too soon be beard. He was named for his uncle, but was a mirror image of his father, as was his sister, who was just as pink cheeked as Frerin.

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“But we’re having fun!” Amira pouted.

“Listen to your mother, mimûna,” Thorin told her as he stood and brushed snow from his trousers. Then, he bent and scooped Amira into his arms and held out a hand to Frerin. “It’s getting late and you need to get to bed. Otherwise, no Yule for either of you.”

That was enough of a threat to make the complaints stop and you bit back a smile as you all crunched your way back toward Erebor’s front gate. Inside, fires still burned, to make up for the chill the heating system couldn’t quite chase away. Everywhere you looked, red ribbons and evergreen boughs added such a wonderful air of festiveness, the scent of pine taking you back to the Yules from your childhood, when you were about Frerin’s age and Yule held all of the magic in the world for you. 

You looked up at Thorin, his silver-streaked black hair also white from snow in spots, but they quickly vanished as it melted from the warmth. Your husband. You’d loved him from the time you were children, had thought you’d lost him forever when he left Ered Luin to begin his quest to retake Erebor. You’d not yet forgotten the fear that chilled your insides when you’d learned he’d been terribly wounded at Ravenhill, nor had you forgotten the long nights you’d spent at his bedside, when he hovered between life and death, and the long days that followed, as he pushed through pain and fury and guilt to become whole once more.

It was all behind you now, of course, but you hadn’t forgotten and as you reached your apartments deep within the mountain, you smiled as he set Amira down and said, “Into warm clothes, both of you, and into bed,” and patted their bottoms to get them to move.

As their energy seemed to never deplete, both Frerin and Amira raced off in different directions to their bedchambers and you looked up at him. “They should sleep like babies after all that fresh air.”

“They are not the only ones.” He rubbed his eyes with one hand. “I, too, will sleep well.”

“They love romping about with you, you know.”

“I know it all too well, mesmel. And while I would not change it,” he winced and reached down to rub his lower back with one hand, “I am reminded I am not exactly a young dwarf any longer.”

“You are not an old dwarf, either, though.” You moved around behind him, gently knocking his hands away to press your thumbs firmly into the knotted muscle just above his hipbone.

“Ah, take care, mesmel! I am sensitive.”

“Hush. You are no such thing.” You kneaded that thick, solid muscle with expert pressure and precision and smiled as he let out a low, purring growl of satisfaction. “Feel better?”

“Aye, thank you. I can walk upright again.”

“Go put your children to bed, dwarf.”

He turned to you, his brilliant blue eyes dancing with more than a hint of mischief. “Then perhaps I might take you to bed?”

“If you think your back is up to it.”

“Oh, it will be.” He bent to sweep his lips against yours. “I promise you it will.”

“Go.”

While he went to round up your children, you made your way down the narrow corridor toward your own bedchambers. One of the servants had been in to tend the fire on hearth and turned down your bed, so the room was warm and cozy. 

After readying yourself for bed, you tugged on a warm, velvet robe, then padded back out to go and bid Amira and Frerin sweet dreams. Frerin was very nearly asleep, but smiled up at you as he said, “I had so much fun tonight, ’Amad. I wish ’Adad had more time to play with us like that.”

“I know you do, raklûn. And I know he wishes he did as well,” you sank onto the edge of his bed and reached down to smooth a dark curl away from his face, “but unfortunately, being king means less time for fun.”

“I know.”

“Go to sleep now, raklûn,” you told him, leaning over to brush his forehead with a kiss, “or else I know a wee dwarf who will have no Yule.”

He snuggled deeper into his pillow. “Good night, ’amad.”

“Good night, Frerin.”

You blew out the candle on his bedside table, patted him once more through the quilts, and left. As you approached Amira’s room, she said, “’Adad, tell me again how you and ’Amad met.”

“You know that story, uzbadnâtha.”

“I know, but I like it. Did she really save your life?”

You paused in the doorway, smiling at the sight of Thorin stretched out on Amira’s bed with her curled up against him. She was younger than her brother, but in some ways, such an old soul,  that it was easy to forget. 

“She did, indeed. You’ve heard tell of the battle that took place just beyond our walls, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I was gravely injured in it. And when ’Amad learned of it, she hurried here from Ered Luin and it’s because of her that I am here today.”

“But she’s not a healer, ’Adad.”

“No, she’s not, but my wounds went beyond just hurting physically. I was angry at the world for what had happened here, and took it out on everyone around me.”

“Like Frerin did that time he got hit with the arrow?”

“Exactly.” Thorin smiled. “And he knew Cam didn't mean to hit him, but he was still angry nonetheless.”

“They got into a fistfight over it.”

“I remember.” Thorin smoothed a hand along her long tangle of curls. “And I was even angrier than Frerin. I felt responsible for bringing war to our doorstep, to causing Uncles Fíli and Kíli to be hurt as well, along with a great many others.

“But, ‘Amad sat with me no matter how many times I told her to go away. She wouldn’t leave when I yelled at her to do so. The harder I tried to push her away, the more determined she became to not leave my side and her stubbornness won my heart in the end.”

Amira yawned and snuggled closer. “And now you aren’t angry any more.”

“And now I’m not angry any more.”

“And all because of ’Amad.”

“Yes, and because of you and your brother, as well. You’ve all three given me plenty to be happy about.”

You pressed your lips together as the soft emotion in Thorin’s normally deep, commanding voice brought tears to your eyes. He looked over then and smiled as he said, “How long have you been listening, mesmel?”

“Not long.” You came into the room. “You should be asleep by now, little miss.”

Amira looked a bit sheepish. “I was asking ‘Adad to tell me the story of how you met again.”

“Did he tell you what a grump he was? And how he told me to go away more than once?”

She nodded. “He did. But you refused.”

“I did, because he made me mad and I was going to stay just to spite him.”

Amira laughed. “Why?”

“Because your father is cute when he is mad.”

“Cute?” Amira stared up at him and you bit back a laugh at the disbelief in her voice. “Really?”

“I have my moments, raklûna. And now,” he gently untangled himself and stood, then tugged the quilts to her chin and smoothed them out, “you need to get to sleep, or else—”

“Or else no Yule,” she finished for him with a sleepy smile. “I know, ‘Adad. I know.”

“Good night, uzbadnâtha.”

“Good night.”

You bent over to brush her forehead with a kiss as well. “Sweet dreams, mimûna.”

“I will.”

Thorin blew out the candle and then slid an arm about your waist to steer you from the room. Out in the corridor, you looked up at him, his features softened by the flickering flames of candles behind frosted glass globes. “She should only know how close she came to not being here, because her father is a stubborn mule at times.”

“Oh, and her mother is not?” He bent to brush your lips with his. “You are every bit as stubborn.”

“And that is why you are here and they are there, dwarf.”

He smiled, tugging you closer still. “And I thank Mahal every day for that blasted stubborn streak.”

“Same.”

His eyes sparkled in the low light and he bent toward you. Your lips met in a slow, teasing, deep kiss, and when he drew back, Thorin pressed his forehead to yours and murmured, “Now, I do believe I said something about carrying you off to bed.”

He didn’t wait for you to reply, but swept you up into his arms and spirited you back to the cozy privacy of your chambers, where he pressed you down in to the soft bed and whispered, “I do love you, you know.”

“I know, and I love you back, dwarf.”

He kissed you again and as you lost yourself in him, somewhere in the distance, a clock chimed midnight. 

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[hannahhook7744]

The Storm Bringer (Information and History)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

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LOCATION:

Dock of Arendelle (sometimes after d3),

Dock of Auardon (sometimes after d3),

Dock of Corona (sometimes after d3),

Dock of Neverland (sometimes after d3),

Dock of the Isle of the Lost (d1-d3).

OWNER(S):

Blackbeard (Captain)(Previously),

Hannah Hook (Captain)(Current),

René Montaudoin (Captain)(Previously).

WORKERS:

Aaron Bog (The Treasuer),

Abi Hun (Crewmate)(Former),

Alex Aoratos-Sinclair (Helmsman),

Amira Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah (Translator)(Future),

Anna Bog (The Lawyer),

Artemis Foundling (Junior),

Atlas Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Atticus Hook (Babysitter Crewmate)(Former),

Beau Foundling (Junior),

Clarice Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Craven Bog (Junior)(Future),

Credence Foundling (Junior),

D.E Anonymous (Anonymous Helper),

Darcy Aoratos (The Medic),

Darius Foundling (Junior),

Darren Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Derrick Red (Crewmate)(Former),

Eduardo Frollo (The Cooper),

Elara Foundling (Junior),

Evelyn de la Cruz (The Prison Guard),

Fiona Foundling (The Look Out),

Francesca Delgado (The Boatswain),

Genesis Flores (The Navigator),

Greyson Hook (Crewmate)(Former),

Gunner Harp (Back up Medic),

Harley Foundling (Junior),

Haul Bjorgman (The Deckhand and Translator)(Future),

Herlando Dancer (Back up Medic),

Hope Sid (The Entertainment and h.r. Representative),

Howiee Wolf (Guard),

Ian Hook (Crewmate)(Former),

Ike Bog (Junior)(Future),

Issac Cipher (Front Desk Attendant),

Isaac Olympian (Crewmate)(Former),

Isaac of Maldonia (Crewmate)(Former),

James Rourke (The Rigger),

Joey Starlights (Crewmate)(Former),

John Facilier (The Gunner),

Jolene Bog (Junior)(Future),

Josh de la Cruz (The Sailmaker),

Joy Foxworth (The Back Up, Back up Kid Wrangler)(Future),

Kailani ‘Clever’ Athanasiou (Storm Manager),

Lance Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Levi Giant (Junior),

Liberty Titan (The Backup Carpenter),

Luke Tremaine-Westergaard (1st Mate),

Luís Barbosa (The Carpenter),

Lysander Foundling (Junior),

Marcys Foundling (Junior),

Marinette Foundling (Junior),

Misty Del Rey-Silver (The Diver),

Morgan Hook (Crewmate)(Former),

Moxie Frankenstein-Van Helsing (Guard),

Nadia Foundling (Junior),

Nevin Hook (Crewmate)(Former),

Noah Aoratos (The Cabin Boy),

Noor Foundling (Junior),

Parker McLeach (The Powder Monkey),

Peachy Gothel (3rd Mate),

Prometheus Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Remi de Vil (4th Mate),

Rian Frankenstein-Van Helsing (The Trainer), 

River Le Beak (Crewmate),

Shan Bri (The Back up Kid Wrangler),

Shania Silver (The Kid Wrangler)(Former),

Shaun Fagin (Crewmate)(Former),

Skelebar Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Skia Aoratos (2nd Mate),

T.K Sykes (Crewmate)(Former),

Terrance Foundling (Junior),

Tiger Khan (Translator),

Tim Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Toby Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Tommy Wonderful (Junior),

Treycor Fae-Aoratos (The Quartermaster),

Tyson Foundling (Junior),

Willow Hawthorne (Junior).

VISITORS:

Captain Hook,

Ginny Gothel,

Hadie,

Harry Hook,

Mal,

Maleficent’s Goons,

Mama Hook,

The Gothel Twins,

The Smee Twins,

Zarina,

Etc. 

FINAL STATE:

Intact.

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"Creatures of the Night, Prepare to fight!"

THE CREW'S BATTLE CRY.

The Storm Bringer is the name of a pirate ship that Hannah Hook and her crew own.

It served as headquarters for the pirate crew and can be seen throughout the series 'The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook and Co.'

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Description:

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The Storm Bringer is an old pirate ship that Hannah Hook won and fixed up for her crew. Repurposing it as a safe house/boat/home for her crew and replacing the sails with three homemade sails that have a matching flag up on the crowsnest, a single red flag, and two additional crimson red flags.

Its walls are covered in artwork that she and her crew made as well as random treasures they have picked up over the years. 

The wood is mainly brown with hints of red in some places and it has many rooms that the crew share (some of these ‘rooms’ are just areas with curtains hanging up to separate them. 

It is one of the few ships on the isle that is almost fully intact and the shape its in has been described as ‘remarkable’ by the few older pirates that have stepped abroad since the ship came into Hannah Hook’s possession. 

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History:

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Hannah Hook acquired the Storm Bringer from it's pervious owner, Blackbeard, in a poker game that she bested him at when she was 6.

In that game, she not only gained a ship but two new enemies (Blackbeard and his son, Barnaby) and the respect of the elder pirates on the isle.

Her first three crew members were Luke Tremaine-Westergaard and Skia Aoratos (her 1st and 2nd mate respectively) and River Le Beak (who decided to just be a crewmate) who helped her build her crew and repair the ship.

They ended up renaming the ship 'The Storm Bringer' and replacing it's old sails with ones they made themselves before tossing the ones in the storage closet.

And over the years, Hannah and her crew ended up redecorating the ship to make it feel more like home. Using art pieces they each made, rewards they'd received, and random treasures they had found to do so.

They even added on to the ship, making more rooms and making it look more intimidating and wild in the process.

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Gallery:

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(Old Design):

(New Design):

(Storm Bringer Contract):

(Storm Bringer Crew Tattoo):

(Crew Tryouts Poster):

#disney #melissa de la cruz #disney descendants #descendants #wicked world #descendants au #disney descendants au #disney descendants alternate universe #disney descendants ocs #pirates #original pirate ships #my art #my sketches #etc

[kiame-sama]

Can I get yandere oc’s reaction to darling randomly introducing the oc’s as their husband/wife?

Walter Woods;

"Oh? So it wasn't a dream I had last night? What a wish come true."

- He will take it in stride and go along with it, immediately acting as if the two of you are married. Agreeing that he is your husband and you are his spouse. Walter will be over the top about it and try and make it as attractive of an option as it could be.

- It is honestly something he has dreamed about and he is proud as can be to be Dr. Woods with his amazing spouse. His hope is that you will enjoy trying out his last name and agree to marry him when he finally asks. This may be part of giving him the encouragement he needs to actually ask the big question.

Evan Rothchester;

"Bout time you got used to it!"

- Evan may be cautious of wedding events, but that doesn't mean he didn't have all of the official paperwork done and ready to be filed. If anything, he is just waiting for you to accept the fact that you belong exclusively to him and he is happy you are aware of that fact.

- Weddings are a sore subject for Evan, but the idea of being your husband and introduced as your husband is just giving him a confidence boost. He likes the sound of being your husband and he will happily take up the title as soon as you give it to him.

Carlos Vargas;

"I didn't even have to ask or nothin'!"

- He already sees the two of you as married anyway, so he is more surprised that you were the one to do it first. He already talks about you as if you are married anyway, and it's not like he is going to just let you leave before he has a chance to make it reality.

- Carlos will 100% tease you for the casual introduction and may insist to have you call him your husband at all times. It will be an inside joke for the two of you and he loves the idea of being legally bound to you so you stay with him.

Jackson Locklear;

"R-really? Are you sure? I'm so happy!"

- Jackson sincerely hopes you aren't joking or just playing with his feelings. He is so ready to give you his heart the moment you ask him and he would love for nothing more than to share his love with you.

- It makes him genuinely so happy to hear you call him your husband and he will wear the newly appointed title while beaming with absolute pride. All he wants is to have that be his accurate title at all times.

Orion Medici;

"Ah, did the paperwork already go through?"

- Let's be honest, Orion was already somehow tricking you into marrying him in some way, shape, or form. He has done his searching and all he wants now is to settle down with you regardless of how fast you may think he is moving. Unless you two marry that first night he gets you into his bed, it will not be soon enough for him.

- Orion has had plenty of flings, but he'll be damned if he lets you get away from him. Out of all of the experience he has, you are his preference and he is certain beyond all reason that you are his ideal choice. Better to not question him, and as he sees it, you already call him your husband, may as well make it a reality.

Hahne Yamare;

"Aww, you could have asked me first! I'll always say yes for you."

- It flusters him for a moment to hear you call him your husband. Truth be told, he likes the way it sounds coming from you way more than he would like it from anyone else. He IS your husband and he would like you to say it as often as possible even if it is just the two of you.

- You calling him your husband is the first time he has felt completely confident with who he is. He knows his identity, he knows his found family and sister love him, he knows he loves you, he is truly at peace with everything and he loves that you add to his peace of mind.

Amira Woods;

"E-eh? Really??"

- She will become immediately shy and flustered if you ever call her your wife. She certainly likes the sound of being your wife, but she may need a moment to process everything before she can respond to you.

- When her brain does catch up to what you are saying, she will be a nervous wreck. One would think you said something incredibly dirty to her based off of her shy and flustered response to your words. Amira does like the sound of your voice calling her your wife, likely to trigger her flustered response all over again.

Kaya Braziel;

"That's Dr. Braziel, to you. I'm (y/n)'s wife."

- She will emphasize the doctor part, but she will also make sure that you know she is completely on board to marry you. You may not be able to tell just by looking at her, but she is all flustered and excited. Calling her your wife is like casually stating that you reciprocate her feelings.

- The moment you casually call her your wife is the moment she is planning out what flowers she wants at the wedding and what arrangement they should be in. Kaya is excited at the prospect of being married to you and basically having her name on you as if you belong to her.

Julie Winter;

"I do! I do! I do!"

- She is completely and utterly thrilled that you want her to be your wife. Secretly, she has been preparing wedding plans for a very long time and has a book put together for what she has considered as a theme for the wedding. Not only has she prepared a book of wedding plans, she has also been making custom wedding pottery in preparation.

- She will also begin to introduce herself as your wife and will hear no argument against it. Her excitement basically puts you on the spot and forces you to choose breaking her heart (which she will absolutely snap) or keep digging the hole you have already put yourself in.

Hada Yamare;

"I accept."

- Hada takes you calling her your wife as your proposal. You don't need a ring, but she will want to have couples pajamas and to have a more traditional Japanese wedding. She loves her heritage and the culture she grew up with, so she will want to honor the heritage however she can.

- Don't try to back out of it now, she desperately wants to marry you and play the role as your loving tall sea-woman. As far as she is concerned, you trying to back out is just pre-wedding jitters and she won't let you run off. In her mind, you proposed first so you had better follow through.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #my oc #evan rothchester #walter woods #amira woods #carlos vargas #jackson locklear #julie winter #kaya Braziel #Hada yamare #hahne yamare #orion medici #my yandere oc #my yandere oc don't steal #my original characters

[bones-and-whatnot]

Monster Prom Fantasy AU

Based on the costumes from the auditorium. most of them are written so you could imagine them to be humans or to still be a fantasy society of monsters— whatever floats your boat, I go back and forth myself.

THE PALACE

The Princess Miranda: The youngest of the king’s daughters. Adored by everyone in the kingdom (whether they like it or not). She is rarely ever seen, but people are always talking about her— what she’s wearing, what her favorite things are, who she will marry, what would be the best way to kidnap and/or kill her…

Count de Lioncourt: Another noble, who has only taken up residence in the palace very recently. He is supposedly related to the royal family, but it’s unclear how. He doesn’t want to be king— any fool can be king— but he definitely wouldn’t mind having a comfortable position by a monarch’s ear, safely away from the public eye. And the poor sheltered princess could certainly use someone to help her make… well-informed decisions.

Ser (Dame?) Schmidt: First name Victoria. The newest recruit to the knights of the kingdom; she is very, very eager to work her way up through the ranks. Above all else, she is loyal to the princess.

THE FOREST

The Sting in Yellow: A mysterious, quiet swordsman who travels the wood. They strike fear into the hearts of all who see them… although no one is really sure what exactly they do.

Bruyn the Green: Long ago, a terrible dragon dwelt in the forest. Every year, in mid-April, it would approach the kingdom and ask tribute of the people in form of their crops and livestock. At last, the dragon was slain, but the whereabouts of its body are unknown and legend says it merely slumbers beneath the earth, and will one day rise from the dead.

In the heart of the forest, there sits an enormous tree. It has no name, but according to myth, it dates back to a time before we walked the earth. There once was a curious wolf, who lived in a pack with his brothers. One day, despite their warning, he strayed too far from the rest of the group and became lost in the woods. The wolf spent many nights trying to find his way back to his home, not eating or sleeping until he eventually expired of exhaustion. Roots and wood grew over him that night, and he became a beautiful tree, home to birds and squirrels and insects of all types. At night, the spirit of the wolf leaves the tree to continue his search, but must return before daylight. It is said that the whistling of the wind through the leaves is his mournful howl, crying out for a family long since dead.

THE LANDS BEYOND

Amira, Mistress of the Flames: An evil sorceress in eternal conflict with both the Demon King and His Highness King Vanderbilt. From her tower in the outlands, she controls an army of flaming skeleton warriors and screaming fire spirits. It is rumored that she can scry through any flame anywhere in the world. So the next time you think about lighting up your fireplace, ask yourself: are you really that chilly?

The Demon King: Son of criminals exiled from the kingdom, the man now known as the Demon King grew up in a harsh, inhospitable region of the outlands. By the time he was six, he had killed the leaders of the three bandit groups who controlled the area and formed his own army of scoundrels and brutes. Today, the lands beyond the kingdom are in a constant power struggle between the Demon King’s hordes and the legions belonging to the Mistress of Flames. The leaders of the two factions hate each other with burning passion, but they hate the King Vanderbilt even more.

The Automated Man of Culeicester: The Automated Man is all that remains of Culeicester, an ancient city of wondrous scientific marvels located in what is now the distant badlands of the continent. The Automated Man still remains in the city’s ruins after untold years, continuing to fulfill the purpose for which he was constructed: To tend to the mythically beautiful Gardens of Culeicester. Of course, the land is now so arid that only the hardiest plants requiring the least water remain, but still the Automated Man works, untiring, as the lone bearer of all Culeicester’s lost knowledge. If you can find him (and convince him to step away from his plants), he is a powerful asset.

THE ROGUES

Vera Oberlin: The greatest assassin you’ve never heard of. Those who are unfortunate enough to know of her existence say that she was raised in the mountains by panthers who taught her the savage ways of their claws and teeth. They say she has a city of gold underneath the city streets made from the riches of those she has killed. They say no one has ever seen her face and lived to tell the tale. Whether these things are true, no one can say for sure, but the mysterious Vera seems to be on a meteoric rise through the kingdom’s underworld. The suspicion of most in the know is that she has her eye on the crown.

Doctor Geist: You can call her Polly. A physician and mixer of medicines who recently arrived to the kingdom. Her past is unknown, as she gives a different answer every time. She is quite cheerful, and despite the nature of her profession (or perhaps because of it), has a very carefree attitude towards death, usually only reacting to harm coming to her patients with mild surprise or disappointment. She tends to be rather… experimental with her procedures and concoctions, and self-tests liberally. There are rumors of a connection to the criminal underworld.

Zed, Scribe of the Zoites: An energetic young woman, the church Zed was raised in encouraged her to go on a pilgrimage and learn the ways of the world after she became a bit overzealous in her duties of cataloging information on the group’s members. Because of her close connection to her god, she possesses second sight and can see the alternate paths people’s lives may take, which she dutifully and eagerly inscribes (along with most things she sees) on the scrolls she carries with her. Being a prophet isn’t all fun and games, though— Zed is often tormented by visions of awful futures or dreadful pasts where her god enacts terrible punishment on the world. She is motivated by desire for knowledge and for new experiences of any kind; she wants to learn about and chronicle as much as she can and isn’t about to let silly things like “morality” or “boundaries” keep her from that goal.

#none of these groups are good #the closest is the forest people but they’re really more indifferent to anything outside the forest #they’re also not really a group they just all three happen to be based in the forest #monster prom #miranda vanderbilt #liam de lioncourt #vicky schmidt #oz monster prom #monster prom oz #brian yu #scott howl #amira rashid #damien lavey #calculester hewlett packard #vera oberlin #polly geist #zoe monster prom #monster prom zoe #roll the bones #tw animal death #bones’ writing #zed is short for ‘zeta’

[brandonshimoda]

THE BOOKS I READ IN 2023

*I read it before

**I read it more than once this year

Aaron Caycedo-Kimura, Common Grace

Adania Shibli, Minor Detail, translated from the Arabic by Elisabeth Jaquette

Ahmad Almallah, Bitter English

Alison Lubar, It Skips a Generation

Atef Abu Saif, The Drone Eats With Me: A Gaza Diary

Brynn Saito, Under a Future Sky

Camonghne Felix, Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

*Carolina Ebeid, You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior

Chanté L. Reid, Thot

*Christina Sharpe, Ordinary Notes

Christine Shan Shan Hou & Vi Khi Nao, Evolution of the Bullet

Christopher Okigbo, Labyrinths (with Paths of Thunder)

Cristina Rivera Garza, Liliana’s Invincible Summer

Dionne Brand, Chronicles of the Hostile Sun

*Dionne Brand, No Language is Neutral

Dionne Brand, Primitive Offensive

Édouard Louis, Who Killed My Father, translated from the French by Lorin Stein

**Emily Lee Luan, 回 / Return

Erin Marie Lynch, Removal Acts

Fady Joudah, Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance

Farid Tali, Prosopopoeia, translated from the French by Aditi Machado

Gabriel Palacios, A Ten Peso Burial For Which Truth Is Sign (coming out 2024)

Ghayath Almadhoun, Adrenalin, translated from the Arabic by Catherine Cobham

Hauntie, To Whitey & The Cracker Jack

Hervé Guibert, To the friend who did not save my life, translated from the French by Linda Coverdale

Hiromi Ito, Tree Spirits Grass Spirits, translated from the Japanese by Jon L. Pitt

*James Baldwin, No Name in the Street

*James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name

*James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work

James Fujinami Moore, Indecent Hours

Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade

Jawdat Fakhreddine, Lighthouse for the Drowning, translated from the Arabic by Huda Fakhreddine and Jayson Iwen

Jed Munson, Commentary on the Birds

Jennifer Hayashida, A Machine Wrote This Song

Jenny Odell, Inhabiting The Negative Space

Jenny Xie, The Rupture Tense

*Joy Kogawa, A Choice of Dreams

Joy Kogawa, A Garden of Anchors: Selected Poems

**Joy Kogawa, From the Lost and Found Department: New and Selected Poems

Joy Kogawa, Gently to Nagasaki

*Joy Kogawa, Jericho Road

*Joy Kogawa, Obasan

Joy Kogawa, The Rain Ascends

Joy Kogawa, The Splintered Moon

*Joy Kogawa, Woman in the Woods

Juan Felipe Herrera, Akrílica, eds. Farid Matuk, Carmen Giménez, Anthony Cody

Kamo-no-Chomei, Hojoki: Visions of a Torn World, translated from the Japanese by Yasuhiko Moriguchi and David Jenkins

Keorapetse Kgositsile, Collected Poems, 1969-2018

*Kiku Hughes, Displacement

Kōno Taeko, Toddler-Hunting, translated from the Japanese by Lucy North

Leila Khaled, My People Shall Live: Autobiography of a Revolutionary, as told to George Hajjar

Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Kaan and Her Sisters

**Lindsey Webb, Plat (coming out in 2024)

Lisa Hsiao Chen, Activities of Daily Living

Liyana Badr, A Balcony over the Fakihani, translated from the Arabic by Peter Clark with Christopher Tingley

Lucille Clifton, An Ordinary Woman

*Lucille Clifton, Blessing the Boats

Lucille Clifton, Good News About the Earth

Lucille Clifton, Good Times

Lucille Clifton, Two-Headed Woman

Mahmoud Darwish, The Butterfly’s Burden, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Mahmoud Darwish, If I Were Another, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Mahmoud Darwish, Palestine as Metaphor, translated from the Arabic by Amira El-Zein and Carolyn Forché

Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, You Can Be The Last Leaf, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Maya Marshall, All the Blood Involved in Love

Michael Prior, Model Disciple

*Mitsuye Yamada, Camp Notes and Other Poems

Mitsuye Yamada, Full Circle: New and Selected Poems

Mohammed El-Kurd, RIFQA

**Mosab Abu Toha, Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear

Mourid Barghouti, I Saw Ramallah, translated from the Arabic by Ahdaf Soueif

Mourid Barghouti, I Was Born There, I Was Born Here, translated from the Arabic by Humphrey Davies

Mourid Barghouti, Midnight, translated from the Arabic by Radwa Ashour

Na Mira, The Book of Na

Najwan Darwish, Nothing More to Lose, translated from the Arabic by Kareem James Abu-Zeid

Natsume Sōseki, Kokoro, translated from the Japanese by Edwin McClellan

Nona Fernández, Voyager: Constellations of Memory, translated from the Spanish by Natasha Wimmer

Noor Hindi, DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human, translated from the Japanese by Donald Keene

Osamu Dazai, The Flowers of Buffoonery, translated from the Japanese by Sam Bett

The Palestinian Wedding: A Bilingual Anthology of Contemporary Palestinian Resistance Poetry, edited and translated from the Arabic by A.M. Elmessiri

R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Kappa, translated from Japanese by Lisa Hofmann-Kuroda and Allison Markin Powell

Salim Barakat, Come, Take a Gentle Stab: Selected Poems, translated from the Arabic by Huda J. Fakhreddine and Jayson Iwen

Samih Al-Qasim, All Faces But Mine, translated from the Arabic by Abdulwahid Lu’lu’a

Samih al-Qasim, Sadder Than Water: New & Selected Poems, translated from the Arabic by Nazih Kassis

*Saretta Morgan, Alt-Nature (coming out in 2024)

Satsuki Ina, The Poet and the Silk Girl (coming out in 2024)

Sawako Ariyoshi, The Twilight Years, translated from the Japanese by Mildred Tahara

Shailja Patel, Migritude

Sham-e-Ali Nayeem, City of Pearls

Sharon Yamato, Moving Walls

Shivanee Ramlochan, Everyone Knows I Am a Haunting

**shō yamagushiku, shima (coming out in 2014)

Shuri Kido, Names and Rivers, translated from the Japanese by Tomoyuki Endo and Forrest Gander

*Solmaz Sharif, Customs

Stella Corso, Green Knife

*Taha Muhammad Ali, Never Mind: Twenty Poems and a Story, translated from the Arabic by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, Gabriel Levin

Terry Watada, The Game of 100 Ghosts (Hyaku Monogatari Kwaidan-kai)

Victoria Chang, Obit

*Wong May, Superstitions

THE BOOKS I'M CURRENTLY READING, THAT I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET

Chi Rainer Bornfree and Ragini Tharoor Srinivasan, The Portal (not yet published)

Elaine Castillo, How to Read Now

Eqbal Ahmad, The Selected Writings

Essays, ed. Dorothea Lasky

Fadwa Tuqan, A Mountainous Journey: A Poet's Autobiography, translated from the Arabic by Olive Kenny

James Welch, Winter in the Blood

Lan P. Duong, Nothing Follows

Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, Touching the Art

Preti Taneja, Aftermath

Wanda Coleman, Wicked Enchantment

[t-tomuras]

vixen my lovely!! will you tell me more about your hunger games au with gyutaro? what happens once you are put into the arena together?

Hello Amira!! Kisses for you < 3

The first thing I do is TRY and get away from Gyuutaro. Bolt in the opposite direction of him straight into the woods because I know he’s going to try and protect me first. The entire duration of our training period he would go over plans to make it through and what the best course of action would be for survival with me included. I couldn’t ever tell him that I’d rather go first than get down to the wire and he have to be the one to take my life with his own hands.

Then I rethought it and considered that maybe he would be better. That it would be gently and painless compared to the careers but of course the train of thought spiraled into holding him back. How he’ll prioritize my protection even if he is strong and has more than his fair share of scuffles with peace keepers the tributes that were careers worried me.

But of course he bolts after me anyway, broad palm wrapping around my upper arm when we finally clear the open field and dodge into the wooded areas. So we become a team naturally, he watches my back while I gather food and avoid wildlife that may be out there and before the canons go off at night it just feels like the times we’d sneak outside of the district while Ume slept to look at the stars.

Artificial or otherwise some peace during the chaos felt better

#➛ asks #➛ amira #vixen selfships #selfship: Hunger Games AU

[ketamollykaine]

Midnight City: Hopper

everything I do is for you - amira elfeky

Be careful what you wish for.

Dove gasped, opening her eyes to see a forest floor beneath her. She picked up her head and looked around. There was nobody, nothing but trees. A shiver went down her spine, she wasn't at the crossroads anymore even after failing the ritual. Surely, everything that happened was just because of the ritual trance, right? Dove picked herself up, looking around again. If what Seere said was right, her people would be surrounding her.

Dread hung in the cold air, dense with fog. Dove began to slowly walk straight in the forest while scanning the surrounding trees. Her body felt oddly empty and she began to feel her heart racing and as if it were in a hollow body. She stopped to put a hand to her chest but couldn’t find a heartbeat, so she checked her wrist for a pulse. Finding no pulse at either wrist, she checked her neck. Dove had no pulse or heart beat. 

Confused at the reality surrounding her, Dove called out to the void “What the fuck is going on?”. 

A twig snapped not too far from her, causing Dove to whip around to the direction of the sound. A white, masked face quickly ducked behind a tree. Dove's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the tree where the face had disappeared. The forest seemed to close in around her, the fog growing thicker, and an eerie silence settled over the surroundings. A sense of unease washed over her, and she hesitated before cautiously moving toward the tree.

As Dove approached, she saw a fleeting glimpse of the white face again, this time peeking from behind another tree. It had hollow eyes, devoid of any emotion, and its features seemed almost distorted. The figure remained elusive, staying just at the edge of her vision.

"Who's there?" Dove called out, her voice echoing through the desolate forest. No response came. The fog seemed to respond to her unease, swirling and thickening, creating an oppressive atmosphere. Dove's surroundings became increasingly disorienting, with the trees closing in on her like silent observers.

She quickened her pace, attempting to navigate through the dense woods. As she moved, the white-faced figure began to appear more frequently, always just out of reach. Its presence felt both haunting and familiar, and Dove couldn't shake the feeling that it was watching her every move.

Suddenly, the forest opened up into a small clearing. In the center stood a tall, slender figure, clad in a dark suit. The air grew colder, and Dove felt an unsettling energy emanating from the figure. It turned slowly to face her, revealing featureless, pale skin where a face should be.

Dove's heart, despite the lack of a physical pulse, pounded in her chest as she stared at the mysterious figure. She sensed a connection, a beckoning to something beyond her understanding. The figure extended a long, elongated arm, gesturing for her to come closer.

Compelled by an otherworldly force, Dove stepped into the clearing. The figure's presence enveloped her, and she felt a strange transformation occurring within. Shadows danced around her, and her perception of reality began to blur.

In that moment, Dove's consciousness merged with a new entity. She felt a surge of ancient knowledge, memories not her own flooding into her mind. She became something else entirely— a servant of an otherworldly force. The forest embraced her transformation, the fog swirling and acknowledging the birth of a new entity.

Dove, or what remained of her, now stood in the clearing. The once familiar fog became her ally, responding to her newfound nature. She was a monster in the dark realm, forever tethered to Midnight City, and her existence intertwined with the mysterious forces that governed chaos. 

The trees whispered secrets only she could comprehend, and the fog cloaked her form as she became one with the shadows. Dove, the silent guardian, now roamed the eerie woods, forever connected to the enigmatic realm that had claimed her soul.

As the newly-formed entity, Dove surveyed the clearing with a sense of detachment. The tall, faceless figure stood beside her, a silent companion in this realm of shadows. The oppressive atmosphere lifted, replaced by an eerie calm that echoed through the darkened woods.

A voice, not Dove's own, echoed within her mind—a symphony of whispers from the past, present, and future. It was the collective consciousness of those who had traversed Midnight City, a chorus of souls entwined in the chaos. The entity that Dove had become felt both ancient and reborn, a fusion of her former self and the enigmatic forces that governed the realm.

The white-faced figure, now a spectral presence, gestured towards the depths of the forest. Dove, guided by an instinctual knowledge, began to move. The fog parted as she walked the woods, each step resonating with the pulse of Midnight City.

As she moved deeper into the darkness, the boundaries between reality and the supernatural blurred. The forest itself became a tapestry of memories and whispers—a manifestation of the collective experiences of those who had embarked on the ritual and encountered the unknown.

In her trance, Dove walked until she found herself at a dirt road leading to a cabin. Her instinct told her that’s where the Tall Man wanted her to go, so she did. The porch light glowed a deep yellow, just like the one at home. As she walked up the steps, the door opened. A masked man stood in the door frame. He looked down at her and asked

“So you’re the dimension hopper, aren’t you?”

Dove looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders, “I guess I am.”

He took a breath and looked to the side, into the woods. The masked man stepped out of the door frame, lighting grabbing Dove’s arm to bring her inside. 

“You don’t want to stay in the fog too long, it’ll do things to you…” He said plainly, letting her go after he closed the door behind them. Dove looked around the room, seeing three other people. They were all in a circle, sitting around the room, staring Dove down. She looked to the man who brought her in, who was taking his mask off. 

“We were only told so much about you in the little time you’ve somehow been here. It’s crazy knowing other dimensions exist, but I digress. My name is Tim.” He introduced himself and looked at the others to introduce themselves.

“I’m Toby.” He was short in his tone.

“I’m Brian,” Brian smiled at Dove then looked at the last person. She didn’t seem to want to talk either. He continued for her, “That’s Kate.”

“We all have nicknames, or aliases, though. I’m Hoodie, or the Hooded Man, Tim is Masky or the Masked Man, and Kate is Kate the Chaser. Toby doesn’t have much of an alias.” 

Tim walked over to one of the couches, sitting next to Kate. Dove followed and sat adjacent to them with Brian. 

“Tell us about you, what’s your name? What’s your story?” Masky asked.

“Umm, my name is Dove, I’m 23, and I’ve been through it.” She smiled briefly, looked down and continued, “I got sick of what I was going through in my life, I lost so many people, been used and abused, neglected, etcetera. The last blow was my best friend dying. It was just a couple days ago at this point. So, as a witch, I knew of this ritual involving a few demons that could grant you your heart’s truest desire. I did the first part easily, but after I got myself into the pocket dimension the ritual opened, I almost made it to the finish line before I failed. Seere, one of the demons, took pity on me and gave me my wish in exchange for working for him.”

Everyone there before Dove exchanged a glance at each other, their eyes asking “What the fuck was her wish?”. They all knew of the horrors of their world, so why would she come here? 

“What was your wish?” prompted Toby.

“I didn’t want to be alone anymore.” Dove looked up, into his eyes, and then away. 

“Well, you’re not going to be alone ever again, now that he has you.” Tim sounded.

Brian looked at Dove, then back at Tim, and shared “He has all of us, and there’s others. Thinking about it, it kinda makes sense why that demon dropped her off here.” 

“Yeah. Ugh, don’t remind me of the others.” Tim chuckled and sighed, “Dove, if you see a guy with a bloody white hoodie, go the other way.”

Toby sighed loudly, “Oh my god, yeah. Jeff is definitely going to try to kill you if he sees you.”

“His nickname is Jeff the Killer.” Brain remarked, “You know, almost everyone has a nickname here. We should come up with one for you, Dove.”

“How about Hopper, y’know since she can hop dimensions.” Tim said.

#creepypasta #creepypasta midnight city #marble hornets #midnight city #slenderverse #punk #alternative #toby rogers #ticci toby #jeff the killer #masky and hoody #masky #hoodie #Kate the chaser #slenderman #creepypasta fandom #hopper creepypasta #tim wright

[bergeronprocess]

The men of Wylde Flowers power rankings

Keep in mind I'm still in spring, so I might learn more things about these guys that moves them up or down later. But for now:

1. ANGUS. Omg I wish romancing him was an option (Francis is very sweet though). He's perfect. He's a baker, he makes puns, he's part Scottish. Sigh...

2. Thomas. When my friend told me there's no romance route for him, I was mad as hell. He would just be perfect to like soften up over time and fall for. Dreamy. We could talk shit about Marty.

3. Damon. The game is trying to put us together lol we had one conversation where Lina was ragging him for being single and I chose the answer that was like "Aw Lina, let him be" and that conversation eventually led to like "Maybe we can go out sometime?" But nothing further yet. He just seems like a good guy overall.

4. Kai. All those surfing injury stories are gnarly but he does have cool stuff in his shop.

5. Francis. Nice guy, very cosmopolitan, talented at his job. Please go to sleep sometimes, Francis. Maybe I can make you a sleeping potion. Please sleep.

6. Parker. Just seems like a friendly fella. He has that good spatial reasoning - he has to for his job - and I like that. Has his hands full with the twins. He just had me get him some tulips for his anniversary and that was really sweet.

7. Bruno. The fact that his stand is called Soft and Son's but Otto doesn't want anything to do with it is so sad. Okay so maybe he has a drinking problem but nobody's perfect.

8. Shelby. I'm not put off by the "weird guy living in the woods" thing and he has some smart stuff to say. He alluded to some of his relatives having been killed in the Holocaust and that broke my heart.

9. Getting hit by a bus

10. Cameron. I'm from the south. I've seen lots of these charismatic smooth-talking religious hucksters. I don't trust Cameron one dang bit.

11. Otto. Totally fake ass politician trying to get the votes from an electorate of, what, twelve? I don't trust him either. Trying to spread all that "be afraid of your neighbors" Nextdoor crap. I just know he's gonna try to go all Crucible on the coven if he finds out anyone's identities. (I am trying to be friendly to Vanessa though - she told me the story of her friend Amy and I just felt sad for her.)

12. Marty. This man is the feds or something. We've had like 3 interactions and every one has me going 🤨. The fact he was clearly lying about his last name and almost tripped on it. The weird hesitation to tell me he used to be a consultant. Calling me a "girl farmer" like sir I am a grown woman. When I first learned that a rancher was coming, I thought oh nice maybe another romantic prospect. But even if a romance route was available for this guy, I would absolutely not take it.

Maybe next time I play through, I should pick "Claire" when Hazel asks me about my former fiance's name and then pursue Amira because she was coming on HARD to me 😳

I should power rank the women later too lol

#wylde flowers

[curlymeme]

Prologue

Lance MCclan x Amira Thorn (My Oc) x Keith Kogane

Summary: Amira faces a series of intense challenges as she navigates through a high-stakes mission. After successfully securing a valuable diamond necklace, she receives urgent instructions from her captain to collaborate with Garrison International Strategic Security. Despite her reservations, she agrees to the assignment, knowing refusal isn't an option. With the Galra's involvement revealed, the mission takes on a new level of complexity and danger, driving Amira to prepare herself for the daunting tasks ahead.

Gasping for a breath, she struggled to regain her footing, her heart pounding in her chest as she assessed the dire situation unfolding around her. With practiced precision, she drew her weapon, the weight familiar in her hand as she took aim and fired.

Target one fell with a fatal shot to the head, but before she could celebrate the small victory, more chaos erupted around her. A strong arm suddenly wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply as she was lifted from the ground with ruthless efficiency. Another assailant emerged from the shadows, their intent clear as they swiftly disarmed her, leaving her vulnerable and fighting for her life.

Acting on instinct, Amira hooked her legs around the assailant in front of her and using her momentum to bring him crashing into the attacker behind her. Amira yelps as they stumble to the ground, seizing the opportunity to retrieve her gun, turning the tables in the blink of an eye.

Amira smirks as she dispatches two of the criminals with precise shots. "Three down, one more to go," she murmured to herself, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her features before her attention was abruptly diverted.

Putting her gun back into her utility belt, a sudden vibration jolted her back to the present, the urgent message on her phone demanding her immediate attention. Before she could react, she was violently slammed into a nearby table, the impact shattering it beneath her. Stunned, she grapples to regain her composure, her focus momentarily shattered by the unexpected assault.

With a surge of defiance, Amira launched a counterattack, driving her head forward in a fierce headbutt that momentarily stunned her assailant. In a swift and desperate move, she snatched a jagged shard of wood from the wreckage and drove it into his side, the impact accompanied by a cry of pain.

As the dust settled, Amira found herself surrounded by the remnants of the chaos she had just unleashed. Needing to finish her assignment she pushes herself up from the wreckage, ignoring the throbbing pain coursing through her body. With a quick glance at her phone, she deciphered the message: the vault's security systems had been compromised, the perfect opportunity to make her move. Ignoring the pain in her muscles, she sprinted towards her objective, the allure of the diamond necklace driving her forward.

Finally reaching the vault, Amira skillfully bypassed the remaining security measures her, fingers dancing over the keyboard with practice ease. With a satisfying click, the heavy door swung open, revealing the dazzling array of the jewels within. Amira's breath, caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the stunning diamond necklace. "Oh, Aren't you a beauty," With steady hands, she carefully lifted the priceless treasure from its pedestal, quickly tucking the necklace into a concealed compartment in her outfit, ensuring its safety. Satisfied that she was alone, she takes a moment catch her breath, her heart still racing from the exhilaration of the heist.

As she made her escape from the crime scene, Amira retrieved her cell phone from her pocket. With a quick glance she noticed a message from her captain instructing her to meet him at a café at dawn. Annoyance dawned on her, and she wondered why her caption needed her so urgently.

In the serene ambiance of a small cafe, Amira delicately blows on her tea, thoughts momentarily drifting away from the steaming cup of tea to the conversation happening across the table. "I appreciate you making it here on such short notice, Miss Thorn," Licking her lips, she responds, "Of course, Captain." Her tone composed. He wastes no time, diving straight into the heart of the matter, his tone going serious. "Well, getting straight to business, this mission is extremely important. Someone is after Voltron, and you need to stop them." His words hang in the air, heavy with urgency.

Sipping her tea, she furrows her brows and asks, "What is Voltron and why is it so important?" Her captain sighs as he began to unravel the complexities of the task, "It's an art piece being stolen from a prominent billionaire artist. "Amira hums thoughtfully, her mind already calculating the implications of the theft.

"Isn't theft outside our jurisdiction? I'm an assassin, after all." Her captain nods, acknowledging her point. "True, but you're also an agent. My best agent. Which is why I chose you to do this mission." He replies, tone laced with pride.

Amira can't help, but giggle at the unexpected praise, "Flattery? Not your style. What are you not telling me?" She teases. Rubbing the nape of his neck, her captain's demeanor changes shifts. "I know you're not going to like this, but for this assignment, you'll have to collaborate with Garrison International Strategic Security."

Frustration flashes across her face before she could compose it. "Garrison?" she scoffs, her tone laced with distaste. "I- They don't know the first thing about getting the job done efficiently. Why do I have to babysit them?" The captain sighed, understanding her frustrations.

"Their resources and expertise are crucial for this mission, Miss Thorn. We need their support, whether we like it or not. Interpol has made the decision, and we must comply."

Dread settles in her stomach as her captain continues to outline the details of this new assignment. "I understand that this is not your ideal situation, but we need you on this one." Amira sighed as memories of a previous mission gone wrong flooded back with unwelcome clarity, "Captain, with all, due respect, I'm not sure working with-" Her captain clearing his throat, cutting her off, "I understand your concerns, but this assignment will be different, and I can't afford you not doing this."

Despite her reluctance, she knows refusal isn't an option. "I'll do it, sir." Her captain's expression softened with relief, "You have fourteen hours to prepare." he informs, "I'll arrange for a plane stocked with everything you might need." As she steps out of the cafe, she is greeted by the chilly embrace of the outside air. The weight of the impending mission is heavy on her shoulders.

Stepping out of her vehicle, Amira wasted no time heading towards the waiting private plane as the brisk wind tugged her coat, keeping her movements quick and efficient. The pilot greeted her with a nod as she boarded, "Right on time," he remarked, his tone professional yet warm.

Settling into her seat, Amira's eyes flickered to the window, observing ground crew members as they efficiently loaded her luggage onto the plane. With a small hiss, the planes doors closed. Amira's fingers danced across the keyboard, navigating through a series of encrypted files and documents outlining the intricate details of the assignment. As she delved deeper into the information, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"The Galra is involved?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, the importance of the situation sinking in with each passing moment.

As Amira delved into her laptop, her concentration was interrupted by the gentle voice of the flight attendant, who appeared at her side with a warm smile. "Is there anything I can assist you with, ma'am? Perhaps some refreshments? Water or a snack?" she offered.

Amira blinked away her shock and politely declined, her mind still reeling from the revelation of the Galra's involvement in the mission. With a quick nod of thanks, she returned her attention to the screen, her fingers moving with purpose as she dissected the encrypted files and documents before her.

The implications of the Galra's presence sent a chill down her spine, igniting a sense of urgency that pulsed through her veins. Each piece of information she uncovered painted a clearer picture of the challenges that lay ahead, the stakes higher than she had ever imagined.

this is my first time writing!! i hope you enjoy! - jamie

#lance vld #lance x keith #lance x reader #vld lance #lance mcclain #lance voltron #lance mcclain x reader #galra keith #vld keith #keith x reader #keith kogane #keith voltron #voltron #voltron legendary defender #oc #my ocs #fanfic #fanfiction

[diamondangelkitten]

Vierapril 14: Sacrifice

Annabeth is packing what few possessions are hers into a rucksack when she hears someone enter her room. “We heard what happened.” She turns to find two of her siblings at the door. The boy, River, speaks first, “You’re not wrong to stand up for yourself you know? We support you.” Annabeth just stands there shocked. The girl, Amira, leans against the door frame and takes her turn to speak, “We do support you, Annabeth. After what happened with Felix, it was only a matter of time till you left too.” Annabeth shakes her head, tears coming to her eyes. “I’m supposed to be here and protect you.” Amira scoffs, “None of us, your siblings, are blind. We know that the forest’s way can be outdated and that there comes a time where each of us makes a decision for ourselves.” River nods, “It’s not our time yet, but we believe in you and your journey Annabeth. You will do great things, but not here.”

She walks towards her siblings, who move in towards her open arms. She hugs them close to her. “Please, do not forget me. When mother and father are harsh, do not hate me. Know that I will always love and encourage each of you to be your very best.” A cough sounds from outside the door and when Annabeth looks up she sees two younger faces looking up at her. “We weren’t able to purchase a linkpearl, but here, Kupup has offered to be our personal letter bearer.” Annabeth raises an eyebrow at the moogle who pops up behind her siblings. “Really? At what cost?” The little ones’ eyes start to water and Annabeth rushes past Amira and River to soothe them. Kupup huffs heavily at Annabeth, “How dare you, kupo. I’m not charging them anything!! I like you Annabeth, or did. You’re kind to the forest and it’s creatures and you’ve done nothing but be kind to me and my kin.” Annabeth sighs, “I’m sorry Kupup. That was rude of me to insinuate. I know you love me and my siblings. Please, forgive me.” Kupup twirls around, “Do you have time to make candied chestnuts before you go, kupo?” Annabeth laughs, “I made a batch yesterday.”

She stands up, each hand holding a sibling’s, before walking them through to her room. She lets go and fetches the chestnuts. “Here you go Kupup. And know that I’ll keep making them. Wherever I go.” Kupup nods, “All is forgiven. But your siblings have the right of it Annabeth. You have to do what is best for you, kupo. You cannot stay here.” She nods, “I’ll miss you. All of you. And I promise I will see you again.” The siblings group up and smile at her. “We know you’ll miss us,” Amira says, “You’ll even miss mom and dad too. But go, find Felix, and more importantly, find yourself. We want to hear all about Annabeth Rose, the adventurer.” “Annabeth Rose you say?” Amira looks down at the floor, scratching the wood with her boot. River chuckles, “Aye, it’s your favorite flower is it not? Mira’s been working for ages what your name should be.” It’s his turn to turn his eyes down. “We would really like it if you would keep Annabeth.” She turns her gaze from her brother back to the rest of the siblings. She kneels down and opens her arms wide, and in seconds, she’s embraced by all of her siblings and Kupup. “I love Annabeth Rose. I’d be delighted to take that name and live up to your dreams for me.” River looks up at her smiling, “It’s settled then. Now it’s time for you to go.” 

After a few more good-byes while she finishes packing, she sets her pack and lance over her shoulder, casting her gaze through the forest. Her parents would be patrolling on the far side of the forest opposite to where they made their home. After one last glance at the siblings in her room, she nods, before climbing out her window and jumping to the ground. After seeing that no one is around, she straightens and walks proudly out of the forest. Once she’s through the trees, she enters a beautiful meadow. The tears start to come at the thought of the family she’s given up, but she knows she would have been more miserable to stay. So she wipes her eyes, looks towards the falling sun, breathes in the fresh air, and steps forward as Annabeth Rose, adventurer.

#vierapril #ffxiv #annabeth rose