#and the master is appropriately uncanny

[raeynbowboi]

Mystery Inc as a DnD Party

I figured as long as we're still in the vicinity of spooky season, I'd build everyone's favorite gang of teenage mystery solvers as a collective unit. Pulling from their group dynamic to come up with a party roster that will give everyone in the party a designated role.

FRED JONES

PALADIN || OATH OF THE CROWN

INVESTIGATOR BACKGROUND

Skills: Athletics, Insight, Investigation, Persuasion

Freddie is the dimwitted but lovable himbo leader of the team. He's also the muscle, except in moments of athletic skill, when he's outshined by Daphne. His backstory isn't always consistent, but he's usually a jock of some sort. He's not usually all that book smart, but he has a good heart, and inspires his team to success. Paladins who swear an Oath to the Crown hold law and justice above all else, and Fred usually enjoys catching the bad guys and seeing justice served.

DAPHNE BLAKE

BARD || COLLEGE OF LORE

NOBLE BACKGROUND

Skills: Athletics, Acrobatics, Deception, Insight, Investigation, Persuasion, Sleight of Hand, Performance

As surprising a choice as this might seem, Bard is actually a very appropriate choice for Daphne. Modern Daphne is the most supportive and emotionally intelligent member of the group. From What’s New Scooby-Doo? to Be Cool, Scooby-Doo, Daphne has become the emotional powerhouse of the group. Sensing when her friends are off their game, and offering sage advice to her friends when they need it. She’s also become a very creative girl, skilled in singing, dancing, fashion, design, and more. She’s grown to be the group’s resident skill monkey, almost on par with Velma’s uncanny encyclopedic knowledge on all brainy subjects. If a lock needs picking or the gang needs to get out of a trap, you can count on Daphne to have a nail file, bobby pin, or something else on her person to save the day. She's typically also the face of the group when it's not Fred, meaning she's going to want high Dexterity and Charisma. I chose Lore because Daphne is a reporter in Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island and this is the only real career she's ever had. A lore bard is basically a more magical reporter, and singing the tale of her group's mysterious endeavors.

VELMA DINKLEY

ARTIFICER || ARTILLERIST

SAGE BACKGROUND

Skills: Arcana, History, Investigation, Nature

Velma was the most debatable one for me, as she could be a wizard or an artificer. And I was really leaning toward Wizard, but I had to stay true to Velma's character. She's been a tinkerer and a gadgeteer for a long time now. Velma is absolutely fascinated by robotics. But while Velma in our world can handwave superstitious nonsense, in a world with gods, demons, and real ghosts, I could absolutely see Velma using her knowledge to become a powerful wizard. I even considered the Knowledge Domain Cleric because it's basically designed to be a magical detective, and if Velma was going to worship a deity, it'd be a god of knowledge and reading. Ultimately, I did choose Artificer as it was more in-line with her base character as a skeptic and a scientist, but she would work as a Wizard. Plus, as is, Daphne is the only full-caster in the party.

NORVILLE "SHAGGY" ROGERS

RANGER || CONCLAVE OF THE BEAST MASTER

GUILD ARTISAN BACKGROUND || COOKS & BAKERS

Skills: Animal Handling, Investigation, Stealth, Survival

No surprises here, Shaggy and Scooby are a bonded pair, and the two were going to be joined to each other one way or another. Scooby is technically a Beast of the Land, and there's no Great Dane stat block, so call him a Mastiff if you need to. You can't really build Scooby by himself per se. There's no dog race unless you go Custom Lineage or something, and even then, I'd struggle to assign Scooby a class as he's mostly an animal sidekick. Make sure Shaggy picks up Cooks Untensils and proficiency with them so he can become the party's designated camp chef.

Ultimately, I'm happy with how the team turned out. Fred's the tanky and bulky frontliner, Velma can use her robotics to help solve mysteries, Daphne is the face on top of having so many skills, and Shaggy works with Scooby. Inadvertently, they're also all classes with access to healing spells. So, while I suspect Daphne being the sole full caster will probably assume primary role of group healer, everyone is capable of healing each other up. Making this a great group of supportive friends taking care of each other.

#happy halloween #Halloween #scooby doo #Scooby-Doo #fred jones #daphne blake #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #shaggy and scooby #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd 5e #dungeons & dragons #dnd party

[tarotwitchy]

🎯 Placements that indicate a person to be a strategist?

{astro placements}

• PLACEMENTS THAT INDICATE ONE BEING A STRATEGIST •

♟ Sun, Moon, Mercury, Mars, and/or Ascendant in Taurus, Gemini, Virgo, Scorpio, and Capricorn

I am well aware that some placements I've listed above are detrimental or in fall, but hear me out. Regardless of planetary dignities, these placements have their own forte's.

For example, Mars in Taurus is in Detriment — and so is Moon in Capricorn. But if you put the planet of aggression and Taurus together, you got someone who knows when to strike, and when to practice their infamous patience and calm. People can't trigger these natives into acting brashly. They have the calm rationale that other placements might not have. This gives them the edge when strategizing in high-stress environments.

Same goes for when Capricorn is combined with the planet of emotions and feelings. Capricorn would know the time to exercise the healthy boundary between emotional expression and logical approach. Therefore, they can use the appropriate strategies when dealing with manipulative people they have to work with, for example. So, if you have the respective placements listed above, detrimental placements can be used to strategic purposes.

♟Mercurial, Plutonian, Uranian, and Neptunian natives

Mercury dominant natives are a given here. We know how their geniuses work. They can strategize in a classic "chess master" way, and they can see everyone else's strategies. Furthermore, if their Mercury is well aspected in other personal placements, this gives them an extra edge of being friendly and approachable; which makes these natives much more effective and deadly in strategizing.

Plutonians are also expected on this list. As we know, this planet governs earthly treasures that are hidden away from plain sight. Now, these natives can access those "treasures" and insights that most people completely ignore or miss out. It wouldn't be a surprise if these natives have a literal archive of chat and message screenshots, and have those receipts for their disposal. Please don't cross these people if you want to keep your reputation intact.

Uranus dominant people, on the other hand, have a different way of approaching strategy. Based on my personal observation, Uranians are the type who will "show their card on the table." While other placements are keeping their secrets, these natives' strategy is to keep an open book. They're friendly, easygoing, and yes, odd. But it's with this oddness that drives people away from taking advantage of their open-book strategy because in all seriousness, you will never be able to predict a Uranian's next move. While their tactics are public, no one can follow their moves. Hence, they keep everyone on their toes. That's how their strategy in life works.

People need to understand that Neptunians (Neptune dominant), they are operating on a higher stream of consciousness. Most people think of these natives as sleepyheads, and always up in the clouds. But when they get down to business, they can use their uncanny ways of getting information from sources unknown. They just know what's up, who's who, and why's why. They can be steps ahead of everyone but no one's paying attention cause people underestimate these natives.

♟Personal Planets in the 3rd, 7th, 8th, 10th, and/or 11th Houses (especially if it's a Stellium)

Just as mentioned above, the 3rd house is the home of Mercurial attributes. So, this is another given placement. The same goes for the 8th house (Plutonian), and 11th house (Uranian).

Now, the 7th house might not be given much attention when it comes to a house that also gives a strategic edge. But if you think about it, the Descendant actually plays more power in your chart! This house rules over our interpersonal relationships; such as your romantic partners, the family you end up making with your chosen partner in life, and even close business partners. You don't have to be manipulative towards these people in your life to call yourself a "seventh-house strategist." But if you use this house for the better, you'll be able to choose the optimal and best people to be associated with. If personal planets land in this house, you can use interpersonal strategy to select the best life partner to be with!

I also want to give a special shout-out to the 10th house. This Saturnian house is your classic character which plays the long-game. They are very patient when it comes to executing their plans and strategies, and they don't squabble on meaningless behavior. They know that every action and word counts. Most people would say these natives are so serious in life, but that in itself is their strategy. They don't get too comfortable in things that seem too good to be true. They only trust themselves, and their ability to discern which is move would benefit them and their plans the most. This gives me Amy Dunne vibes, for real. 👀

♟Pallas (Athena) conjuncting or positively aspecting Sun, Moon, Mercury, Mars, and/or Ascendant

This post will not be complete without mentioning Pallas. Regardless of your gender identity or sexual orientation, the feminine power of Pallas that's either in conjunction (or positively aspecting) your inner planets can make a huge impact in your chart if you channel it.

She rules the ultimate wisdom, intellect, and battle strategies that you can utilize in your life. This goddess is not seduced by any manipulative people who may enter your life that can speak sweet nothings. This goddess' head is in the game. If you have this placement, you're someone who can see past the veil of trickery that most people fall into. You see other people's tactics, and you use this to your own advantage to adjust your strategy. Furthermore, this placement is very good for establishing (or even reviving struggling) businesses. You think ten steps ahead of everyone. Anyone would be lucky to have you on their team!

Honorable Mentions:

♟ Mercury and Mars in 5°, 6°, 8°, 10°, 17°, 18°, 20°, or 29°

♟ Natives that were born under the Waning Crescent (Balsamic) Moon

These people have a well-rounded, "aged" perspectives in life that makes them very careful and strategic in their life plans because they already know the outcome of most of their decisions.

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[theoldaeroplane]

I'm over 10k into this rivals-to-??? Revalink thing with no end in sight so I'm posting some bits without context in hopes of scoring a dopamine boost to push through it haha. if you like what you see, comments do a lot for me in terms of motivation!

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His demands turn into an outraged squawk when Link pauses near a dark alcove, judges it appropriate, and grabs Revali by his scarf; he goes silent when Link slams his back to the wall, pinning him by his skinny shoulders with one arm. Not because of any startle or fear, but because Link has grabbed his beak to hold it shut.

Link's Hylian sounds at least as strange to listen to as Revali's. He much prefers to sign. Speech is painful and his words come out with their own harsh, uncanny cadence. His voice grinds and sticks, and he's been told it makes him sound like he's on the brink of death. But while it's good for very little, it does have some uses. Intimidation is one of them. "You will be ci---ivil to Mipha," Link says, heavy and final, like a portcullis falling shut. The Master Sword still hangs on his back, and he's well aware that Revali can see the hilt of it over his shoulder. "Or we'll see how well you fl---y without feathers."

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[...] it's not the same as he remembers how he once had such feelings. There is nothing sweet to it, nothing innocent. He wants to pin Revali to the wall again and feel his heart pounding. He wants Revali to knock him to the ground and dig those claws into the flesh of his thigh, he wants to drag Revali down after him and bite down hard on his neck. He wants to devour him and be devoured in turn.

More than once Link wonders if this is some kind of twisted response to the years of cold shoulders. If this new strain is the only kind of affection he can crave now. More than once he decides it doesn't really matter. It's not like he's going to do anything.

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"If I come back and find you two at each other's throats again, I'm plucking Revali and using the feathers to tar Link," Urbosa says, which pulls giggles from the other women. "Find ways to occupy yourselves. We'll be back."

It's a testament to Link's distraction that he doesn't realize he is once more alone with Revali until the very moment the box seat's door slides shut behind. If he were not already drenched in sweat from the lava-baked air, he would have begun to become so at once.

"Occupy ourselves, hm?" Revali says, pushing himself up from the edge of the balcony, and the willow sound is once more in his voice. He saunters purposefully toward Link, and stops in front of him, stretching out one wing---

"Let me see the sword."

Link blinks, twice, and squints at him. "No," he signs.

"I'm not going to try to steal it from you," Revali says, rolling his eyes. "I just want to see it."

[...]

"A magic sword," Revali says with disdain. "I suppose that should have been obvious. Tell me how a magic sword chooses its wielder, then."

Link does not want to tell that story. "I found it on an altar in the woods," he signs after settling the sword to lean against his arm. It's his usual explanation. It's not untrue.

"What woods?"

"The woods by my house?"

Revali glares at him. "Oh, naturally," he snips. "I suppose it made you a master swordsman as well?"

"Yes," Link signs, face devoid of expression. "In that finding it ensured the rest of my life would be nothing but training for that."

"Oh, come now. A few years in the royal guard can't be that bad."

"I was eleven when I found it."

It's not quiet even up here in the private seating, with the muffled rumble from the festival below filling the air. This is all that saves them from a true uncomfortable silence.

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this thing is going to need a pretty thorough redrafting when it's done but I think it's got legs!

#link #loz link #revali #loz revali #revalink #botw #breath of the wild #loz #tloz #legend of zelda #corgiwrites! #fanfiction #fanfic #tagging like a lunatic in an attempt to source interactions. im so sorry the Internet is like this now #most of this was written before i learned about revali's jp characterization so you have to live with raging thundercunt bird boy

[nw-of-dark]

Vampire Clan: Tzimisce

Fiends, Voivodes, Dragons, The Old Clan, Flesh-shapers

The Tzimisce embody a clan of noble beings and masters of flesh manipulation. If one were to describe a Tzimisce as inhuman and sadistic, the Tzimisce would likely praise their keen insight and then proceed to demonstrate how their mortal understanding of sadism pales in comparison to the depths they can reach. The Tzimisce willingly shed their ties to humanity and enthusiastically strive to surpass the limitations of their vampiric existence. At first glance or during a brief interaction, a Tzimisce may appear as one of the more amiable vampires. They exhibit politeness, intelligence, and curiosity, standing in stark contrast to the raging hordes of the Sabbat or even the seemingly more compassionate Brujah or Nosferatu. However, upon closer examination, it becomes evident that this facade merely conceals something unearthly and monstrous.

Disciplines: Auspex, Dominate, Protean

Bane - Grounded: Each Tzimisce is required to select a specific responsibility, referred to as a charge. This charge can encompass a physical territory, a group of individuals, an organization, or even something more abstract, but it must be clearly defined and constrained. During their daytime slumber, Tzimisce must be in close proximity to their chosen charge. Traditionally, this has often meant resting within the earth of their land, but it can also entail being surrounded by that which they govern in their current nocturnal pursuits. This could involve a particular group of people, a structure intricately tied to their fixation, a local underground movement, or even more extraordinary elements.

Torture

It is an unpleasant fact to some Kindred that a large portion of the Tzimisce culture revolves around ways and means of hurting other beings. Many Kindred would understandably prefer to ignore or gloss over this aspect of the clan. Still, Tzimisce are dubbed Fiends for a good reason, and information from that perceived evil that is the Clan Tzimisce may be particularly useful to those used to a more benevolent Camarilla perspective.

Psychological preparation is vital for any torture session and Tzimisce disciplines are admirably suited to this. Vicissitude allows the torturer to assume a shape appropriate for the situation. Perhaps an incredibly beautiful member of the gender to which the victim is attracted, to heighten their shame; or an impossibly hideous one, to heighten the revulsion and terror; or even the form of the victim's worst enemy, or closest friend. Auspex allows the Tzimisce to discover the victim's phobias and dirty little secrets, and to discern which areas of the victim's body are particularly sensitive.

Tzimisce disciplines also vastly aid in the actual torture session. Vicissitude allows the torturer to become his own toolkit, reforming his extremities (or the victim's extremities) into a variety of intrusive implements, perfectly shaped to fit the victim (or, not quite fit, as the case may be).

Of course, common physical torture has its limits, and this is particularly true concerning Kindred. Most Elders worthy of that title have experienced massive body trauma at least once during their unlife and thus, are somewhat numb to the usual concept of pain. Moreover, Kindred scoff at threats that would break many mortals, such as amputation or castration, given their regenerative capabilities.

Unfortunately for such victims, Tzimisce are equally skilled at emotional torture. Centuries of unlife have given Tzimisce torturers an uncanny degree of psychological insight into the way the human, and Kindred mind operate.

Hospitality

The rights and treatment of guests forms an indelible part of Tzimisce culture. There are many archaic rules concerning deportment, manners, greetings, goodbyes, allowances, and settlement of grievances, but there are a few Clan-wide obligations that are always honored. A guest of the Tzimisce is entitled to several things:

Shelter and nourishment for three days and three nights (not counting the night of arrival)

The protection of the host against third-party aggressors

Suspension of inter-family grievances for the duration of the stay

The best quarters in the home of the host (up to and including the host's own chambers)

However, the guest also has a few obligations that makes them worthy of such special treatment

A ritual exchange of gifts or services (on arriving, departing, or sometimes both)

Respecting the host's boundaries and property

Not needlessly angering the host or any of his family

Not staying any longer than the requisite three days and three nights unless invited to.

#tzimisce #clan tzimisce #vtm #vampire #vampire: the masquerade #clans #vtm tzimisce #vampires #vtm v5

[doomedandstoned]

TEMPLE OF THE FUZZ WITCH Unleash Magnum Opus, ‘Apotheosis’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

We introduced you to TEMPLE OF THE FUZZ WITCH in our compilation Doomed & Stoned in Detroit and the band subsequently played Ohio Doomed & Stoned Festival in 2019.

Now past the pandemic years, the band's sound has matured and evolved to encompass frightening black metal textures, in addition to the stalwart doom sound they forged in the beginning. On their third LP 'Apotheosis' (2024), Temple of the Fuzz Witch execution is nothing short of tight, demonstrating an uncanny penchant for conjuring apocalyptic atmospheres. Every member of the team is on point and collaborate to create something dark and powerful.

While not pitched as a concept album, savvy listeners will pick up on the subtext of fallen angels, drawing from Biblical, Zoroastrian, mystical, and traditional lore to create a singular work of terror that could well be a sequel to Dante's Inferno.

Apotheosis is the process of becoming deity (an idea long held by Egyptian, Greek, Buddhist and Christian beliefs), so perhaps this album concerns the rise of those angels who fell like lightning to our planet after a failed coup against The Almighty in heaven. Now is their time to rise again and terrorize mankind, as foretold in St. John's Revelation, The Books of Enoch, Kabbalah, and Milton's Paradise Lost.

Joe Peet's blistering bass welcomes us to "A Call To Prey," with bravura drumming from Taylor Christian and Noah Bruner's grungy guitars following not far behind. We prey upon your fear sings frontman Noah with windswept ire. One could imagine hearing this voice echo in the dead of night over moonlit hills and forests.

"Wight" is a foreboding doomer with elements of black metal. Noah teeters between jaded vocals with menacing growls. Wight is a reference to a ghostly creature, and there's sinister, foggy element to the song, as evil spirits vow:

We’ll break you Damned You’ll never be free We’ll break you For all eternity

"Nephilim" made me recall how damningly heavy Temple of the Fuzz Witch was at Ohio Doomed and Stoned Fest. You can get a sense of it with a pair of good speakers, but seeing them live punches even harder. Vocals vary in character between forlorn cries, as depressed hushes declare, "You will see, I will feed." Fiery yells and guttural rumbling join ravaging drumwork and hailing tremeloes as the song progresses.

"Bow Down" lives in familiar stoner-doom territory, with southern sludge riffing suggesting a revelrous lot dedicated to the worship of their master. Here the singing here is clear, clean, and resonant, intersected by harsh vocals that shout defiantly: Bow down and worship the sky, we pass beyond the glowing light.

"Sanguine" has become one of my favorite words, lately, though I've struggled for an appropriate reason to include it in my writing. It basically means making the best of a bad situation, remaining confident despite the odds, optimistic even when faced with nihilistic uncertainty. Lyrics allude to "Yahweh's condemned," "diabolic souls" who were "cast into swine" by God's Son, and now look to overtake Earth when Satan is loosed from the Bottomless Pit. Bittersweet riffs and damning low end remind me of Purple Hill Witch, and there are some badass chord progressions here. This one has been lingering in my head for days.

"Cursed" gives us little clue as to who the Cursed are, other than they have "sought the watchers in the blacks" and that their "moment has now passed" and now "there's no return." The Watchers are most likely fallen angels from the Book of Enoch, the Nephilim referenced in the book of Genesis. Maybe the cursed ones were acolytes of the Nephilim, but we're given only scraps, hints, fragments to piece together the mystery.

"Raze" opens with muted drums and a swarm of distorted guitar noise that almost seems like a portent of the great horde, here to "end all humans." It takes the perspective of the Fallen, who are still loyal to Lucifer. I have carried his black mark, all the way from the very start.

Strumming arpeggios suggest the clock is ticking in "Apostate," one of my favorite tracks of the record for its sheer dread. Downtuned, dissonant guitar chords make the ire of Noah's roaring vocals all the more convincing, as four lines are repeated thrice:

Await the hallows Swallow the earth The apostates Filled with dread and woe

"Ashes" brings the album to a head with another highlight of the record, a slow headbanger if there ever was one. Vocals are terrifying, referencing "vows of the damned" and Ahriman the evil spirit of early Iranian religions -- the very embodiment of destruction.

It's good to see Ripple Music continue to expand its portfolio into doom territory. Look for Apotheosis by Temple of the Fuzz Witch, dropping this Friday, April 5th (get it here).. Stick it on a playlist with Electric Wizard, Saturnalia Temple, Cough, Coffins, and Moon Coven.

Give ear...

LISTEN: Temple of the Fuzz Witch - Apotheosis

SOME BUZZ

With riffs and lyrics as bleak and crushing as a Michigan winter, blackened doom outfit Temple of the Fuzz Witch brings a unique take on the doom genre, their unwaveringly nightmarish sonic processions being raised to another level with frontman Noah Bruner's jaw-dropping balance of crypt-worthy growls and astoundingly grunge-styled clean vocals. Never the darkness has felt so magnificent and compelling, and their aptly-titled third album "Apotheosis" has everything to put the mighty trio on every black and doom metal fan's radar for years to come.

Launched in 2017 with a 3-track EP, the Detroit three-piece has successively released two albums: "Temple of the Fuzz Witch" (2019) and "Red Tide" (2020). Temple of the Fuzz Witch is now set to unleash the beauty of its unique occult-driven nihilism with "Apotheosis". The album was recorded and mixed by Pete Grossman at Bricktop Recording, and mastered by Chris Fielding at Skyhammer Studio. Its artwork was created by Sarah Fazriah and Zoro (Mysteriousfour).

Apotheosis by Temple of the Fuzz Witch

About the album, the band says: “The lyrics and concept as an album are more overt and less cryptic than the previous Temple releases. Everything is bigger, heavier, and darker. Rather than making just another doom record, we wanted to do something that stepped outside of the box a little bit. Established fans will still find catchy riffs that are staples of doom but will be surprised with some new twists on the genre with the introduction of blackened vocals and some more up-tempo tracks.

Lyrically the album is deeply rooted in the esoteric and spiritual. We came at the album with a very introspective mindset, and each of us was able to add a little bit of our own soul to it. I think when people hear the lyrics and music together they'll find something fresh, but dark, to connect with.”

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[hmshermitcraft]

(childhood friends and pining convex + strangers to friends to pining with bdubs)

vex and fae are very similar. mischievous little things, they are. but its different. and maybe no one could explain it, but the creatures themselves know it in their hearts. they dont come near one another because of it. (not because they are at war, not because they hate one another, but because the feeling of seeing something like you but entirely not is unsettling. uncanny.)

these three dont mind, though.

maybe bdubs likes the feeling of magic crawling and wriggling under his skin, because he feels that around scar and cub and - and its an acquired taste, sure. but it feels so good when you get used to it.

maybe scar loved bdubs at first sight, and maybe he hated the feeling but he loved bdubs more and decided to push through to connect with him. and it was worth it.

maybe cub thought scar was being stupid, and maybe he had a strong aversion to the feeling, but he went with scar anyways because pining is hell and he didnt want scar to melt before he could work up the courage to say "i love you."

maybe they all met and maybe they all fell in love and maybe they never told one another, and maybe thats okay. maybe each day they stray farther and farther from "friends" and closer and closer to "romance" and maybe they never say anything because they dont want it to stop so they let it happen and it feels good.

crawling skin can feel good, when you get used to it.

(Doing a thing for convex as fae and Bdubs as vex and Vice verse just cause the brain juice is comin)

Convex + faedubs

The tingly feeling in one’s core and underneath their skins I supposed to be unnerving, a warning to get away or to prepare to fight. Now to these three it just brings a bit of giddiness and excitement knowing that the other(s) is near.

It… probably isn’t a good idea for a fae to get used to and even love the feeling from his core and under his skin around vex. Not all vex are as… curious and playful as Scar and Cub, that’s for sure.

Once, Bdubs thought the tingling was from one or both of them coming closer to him, but it wasn’t. Bdubs wasn’t prepared to be attacked by some random vex, but thankfully he was able to send a bit of magick to alert Scar and Cub of his… rather unfortunate predicament.

Those sharp teeth and the blue almost white glowing eyes did something to Bdubs… something proooobably not appropriate for nearly being killed.

Then there was that time when Scar thought it was Bdubs he felt and was about to call for Cub using his true name, but he thankfully stopped just short… Bdubs totally didn’t not at all go after that fae after to give them a piece of his mind… hey! Vex aren’t the only ones possessive of what’s theirs!

Confae + bvex

The little tinkling bells of laughter from Scar and the sound of a crackling fire from Cub’s laugh are way too addicting. Fae are just… unfairly pretty in Bdubs honest not at all biased opinion. Just their inhumane uncanny features that seem just too perfect to be real and their grace… oooh that sends a different kind of tingle than the usual down Bdubs spine.

Of course, Scar and Cub do love to show Bdubs that they love him as well! Whether it be little smooches to feel the sting of Bdubs sharp teeth dragging against their lips(scar) or looks of awe at the building glowing magick underneath Bdubs skin when he’s about to cast something(Cub), they make sure he knows that he is loved.

Fae are known to be tricksters and masters of their words. Vex can be a little more curious. Doing things to see what will happen rather than the fae doing things for entertainment.

Curiosity has never paid off so well for Bdubs, cat be forgotten.

Scar and Cub don’t need to be masters of words to tell Bdubs exactly how much he means to them.

#hermitshipping #bdubs tag #scar tag #cubfan tag #convexdubs #Mod Sleepy…

[mareastrorum]

WIP Wednesday: TF&TS (Bounties)

Here are two related scenes from early chapters of a longfic I am working on.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

This fanfic will be posted on AO3 starting hopefully by Friday 7/28.

3 FESSURAN 835 PD

“I have encountered some ‘inspiration’ to improve on my work. Acquire some specimens for me.”

The man picked up a slip of paper with scribbled notes. “How many?”

“An initial set of twenty will do for now. Ten thousand gold for living subjects. One thousand for remains. I anticipate that obtaining survivors will be implausible, considering their abilities. However, I will take any live ones you can find.”

“Is there a deadline?”

“Preferably as quickly as possible, though there is no particular end date. To encourage expediency, hint that the bounty will be reduced as more subjects are obtained.”

“Any other conditions?”

“Unspoiled. Deduct from the pay for lost limbs, severe damage, et cetera. Use your discretion.”

“Very well. I will get word out to the appropriate channels immediately.”

“Be sure to keep this anonymous. They are all dissidents, but with this new war, there is no need to risk further social upset. A quiet purge of the more heretical Julous remnants is best.”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Find more on that one from today. He had a team as well—look into them, especially the Xhorhasian.”

“Yes, Archmage.”

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17 CUERSAAR 835 PD

Bull wasps were such an interesting species. Other than the usual diet of pollen and fruit, the aggressive insects also hunted. In addition to spiders and insects, they used mandibles to cut into corpses and harvest flesh from within, feeding the next generation on the fallen. They had an uncanny memory for faces, recognizing their foes and attacking without hesitation.

However, bull wasps preferred live prey. An apt symbol for the Archmage of Dysology.

Master Doolan Tversky had lived nearly two-hundred years by now, and the clever gnome had never quite grown out of her enjoyment of pulling things apart. Tversky was responsible for researching arcane biological threats to the Empire. Biological weapons were rampant in the prior age, and her research into the monstrosities of Molaesmyr, Shattengrod, and Xhorhas ensured the safety of Western Wynandir.

At least, that was the explanation provided to the Crown so that its representatives would stop asking annoying questions when the Cerberus Assembly took steps to understand such magics.

And now, the Assembly had provided a project far more intriguing than mutated and extraplanar monsters. A domestic threat, long tolerated because of their usefulness in eradicating fiends, undead, and fey without cost to those in power. Simple, non-magical mortals capable of using their blood to evoke enchantments. How intriguing such a weapon would be in the Assembly’s hands. How dangerous it would be in the Crown’s. How profitable it would be in the Myriad’s.

How fortuitous it would be in Tversky’s.

The operating room was too crowded, but there was no helping it. They had to work quickly in light of the unnaturally rapid onset of postmortem decay. Dozens of assistants, dressed head to toe in medical gowns, face masks, and hair nets shifted about five tables busily, like wasps tending to their queen’s commands as they prepared the dead for processing.

Tversky stood atop a floating disk and looked down at the corpse before her. She began dictating while an enchanted quill rapidly took down notes. “The date is the 17th of Cuersaar, 835 post-divergence. Subject number 21 is an adolescent human, estimated fifteen years of age, approximately five-foot-four-inches tall, weight one-hundred-fifty-one pounds, no remarkable identifying features other than numerous inch-long scars on the right palm.”

The other teams called out their confirmation of the same scars on their subjects. One of the assistants was sketching the hand and scars in case the arrangement was relevant. Another inspecting the skin raised their hand.

“Master Tversky, there are small scars on the outside of each upper leg,” the woman noted. “They resemble hyper-pigmentation spots. Same position, each approximately equidistant from the hip and knee.”

“Subjects 5, 13, 20, 29: confirm,” Tversky droned as she moved to inspect the scars herself. It would have been easy to miss if they had not matched. Within seconds, four more voices replied to confirm their subjects shared the same marks.

“Subject 20 has similar marks on upper arms, also equidistant from shoulder and elbow,” a man called from another table in the operating theater. Without instruction, another voice confirmed the same for subject 29. Tversky checked the human before her; indeed, there were two matching scars on his arms. She made a verbal note, her quill dutifully recording.

“Subject 29 also has matching marks on hips,” a woman added. No one else confirmed. This human did not have that set either. Odd. The larger subjects had more marks.

Interesting.

“Gather records of control subjects of the same race and sex for comparison,” Tversky instructed. An aid standing by made a note and disappeared out of the operating theater. “The rest of you, I expect careful dissection of each section bearing those matching scars. Continue.”

The others droned in the background as the teams shifted around their subjects and dictated their own reports. Buzzing insects hovering as they collected information.

“Subject 21 was deceased upon arrival, reportedly due to resisting arrest…” Tversky continued narrating as she inspected the wounds. Severe contusions on a right broken arm—the blow of a blunt weapon. Burns on the face, likely from some magical attack. But the lethal strike had been a large laceration across the neck, severing major arteries, destroying the windpipe, and damaging the spine in a single strike. Bounty hunters were so indelicate with her subjects. Her assistants were much more adept at pulling the subject apart to understand them.

The pungent smell of rotten meat and sharp sweetness filled the air as they began to cut. The face masks hardly blocked anything, but there was no avoiding it. The work continued rapidly, a well-choreographed dance while voices hummed, flat and on numerous registers.

Limb by limb. Organ by organ. Piece by piece.

“Master Tversky, there appears to be no alterations to the blood,” a man called from behind.

Tversky frowned and shifted her hovering platform over to the machines behind the operating table. The assistant stepped back from an apparatus with a small monoscope aimed at a blood sample held before it. She looked through the lens and was disappointed to find normal cells magnified in her view. Nothing strange about the blood. No altered structure. No unexpected developments. No arcane glow. No hint of magical taint.

That couldn’t be right. How could these cultists use blood as a component for magical enchantments if the blood itself did not carry any power? Perhaps the blood itself was not the source of the magic, but merely a conduit. Or perhaps the effect only lingered while the subjects lived. Could the act of sacrifice have meaning? There was only one school of magic that operated on such rules.

Necromancy.

To think the Assembly had allowed the Claret Orders to operate within the Empire for so long, and this was what they had been up to. The Martinet would want to hear of this. Such power could not be trusted outside the Assembly’s control.

Tversky looked back at the dissected corpses, each attended by several assistants who were carefully cataloguing their findings. A dragonborn, two humans, a gnome, and a dwarf, so it was not specific to race. These particular subjects were seen casting spells, but others were not. So far, she had categorized them into four potential groups, and they all could invoke those weapon enchantments, so that had nothing to do with their other magical capabilities.

Even more confounding: most had been carrying marks or talismans of the Raven Queen. That goddess abhorred necromancy—rather, so the clergy claimed. Could it be that perhaps these cultists were intentionally offending her? Or was it that the common understanding of her followers was subterfuge?

Perhaps those ties should be confirmed before informing the Martinet. After all, he had a habit of disproportionately weighing theories of the gods’ machinations. Tversky preferred to follow clues to their logical conclusions. At least, at first.

Tversky waved her quill over and used it to begin scribbling notes by hand. Even if the blood itself was not magically imbued, there was some significance to the spellcasting. The Orders called themselves “blood hunters” after all. She would need to test it properly to establish what sort of component it was. Perhaps infusing test subjects with the blood would yield something interesting. She rapidly wrote a note for her subordinates, which folded into a wasp and flew out the door.

What else? Those short-sighted Cobalt Soul idiots could be sitting on something useful. They were close-minded morons, but they were still adept at hoarding niche information. Tversky’s subordinates would not be able to access any of it because of the organization’s ridiculous ban. She scribbled another note to Baroness Iresor, the paper rapidly transforming and on its way. That young woman was lazy and distractable, but she had a knack for getting information that was otherwise off limits.

“We are ready to proceed, Master Tversky,” one of the aids called.

Tversky sighed. Right. Next were the bones. She returned to her position by the subject, now carved open with several assistants recording their own notes by dictation as they readied their instruments.

“Proceed, then,” Tversky instructed. The sound of snaps and cracks soon filled the air as needles and blades carved into the remains.

Those cretins had better find a live subject soon. Tversky was bored already.

#TF&TS #wip wednesday #critical role fanfiction #the cerberus assembly #the claret orders #blood hunters #horror #autopsy #mild gore

[halfagonyandhope]

when the skies catch fire │ch. 11

first chapter (x); previous chapter (x)

author’s note: check out this post for some background on Satine and Obi-Wan’s discussion in this chapter

As they pack up camp the next morning, Satine finally voices the question she’d been mulling over since the previous day. “The weaver,” she hedges. “Was she a Jedi?”

Obi-Wan rolls up the blanket the woman had gifted them and tucks it neatly into his pack. “Force-sensitive, absolutely,” he says. “Whether or not she was ever a Jedi - that I do not know.”

Satine fastens the clasps on her bag. “How many Force-sensitive beings…” she trails off, not sure how to phrase her question.

“Are not taken in by the Jedi?” finishes Obi-Wan, as usual demonstrating his uncanny ability to read her mind. He sits back on his heels. “Some parents of Force-sensitive children refuse to send their children to our care. And that is their right; we honor that. Others raise the children in other faiths. I’m not sure there is any way to know for sure how many of these younglings are not brought to the Temple on Coruscant. Probably a great many.”

Satine nods. “Could the woman have been descended from the Jedi who lived at the Temple we are looking for?” She walks over to him, offers out a hand. He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet.

“It’s my understanding that when the Temple was abandoned, all of the Jedi moved off world.” Obi-Wan helps Satine lift her pack onto her shoulders, securing it in place before reaching for his own.

“Why was it abandoned?”

“The Jedi did not feel they could inhabit it after the Sith left it in ruins. But I remember reading, back when I was a youngling myself, that the Temple was built inside a cave system. I think it’s likely that at least part of it will be habitable, at least until we can set up something more permanent.”

Satine smiles softly at the thought of a young Obi-Wan pouring over archival records. “Did anything in the archives provide a hint of where we could start looking?”

Obi-Wan smiles back at her. “The Temple was built strategically to avoid the rainy season. So we’re looking for the highest ground we can find.” His eyes wander to the mountainous terrain in the distance. He shifts the pack over his shoulders. “Ready, my dear?”

Satine nods, and they set off.

---

“You were what?” she asks some time later, stopping short at what Obi-Wan had just said.

Obi-Wan turns around. “The Jedi were brevetted into the war,” he repeats.

Satine feels the air turn cold despite the mild temperature. “So you weren’t paid appropriate to your rank? And you weren’t given any actual authority?”

Obi-Wan chuckles. “I’ve never received any financial reward for any of the work I’ve done on behalf of the Republic,” he says. “We are paid a stipend to cover clothing and food; that is all.”

“I just…” Satine trails off. She leans against a nearby tree, hoping it will help ground her. “The responsibility you carried…I just assumed…” She lets out a deep breath. “Did you even have a choice as to whether to enlist or not?”

Obi-Wan shrugs. “From a certain point of view, yes. From another, no. The Council played no role in the initial commission of the clone army; though a former Jedi commissioned it, it was commissioned in the name of the Republic, and the Senate more specifically. The Republic controls the army. If the Jedi had chosen not to enlist, the clones would not have had our protection, and many more of them would have died.”

Satine closes her eyes, trying to understand. “But there’s more, isn’t there?”

She can hear Obi-Wan step toward her. “Yes,” he says simply. “I always had the feeling that had we not chosen to join the war effort, the Republic would have evicted us from the Temple on Coruscant. The elder masters, the Council, the younglings…all of us would have become homeless.”

Her eyes snap open in horror. “Obi,” she whispers. “Forgive me. I never would have said such things in the past had I known - ” She shudders. “The speech I gave - ” 

She remembers it precisely, the curse of an eidetic memory.

There is only one solution for all of us, on all sides: de-escalation. And there is only one path to de-escalation: refusing to contribute to this war.

It had been at the beginning of the war. It had been the speech that had formed the Council of Neutral Systems. And it had been inspired completely by Obi-Wan.

She flushes, remembering both her naivete and the hold he had had on her back then. Not much has changed, clearly.

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, amused at her blush. Then he fits the pieces together, and he smiles. “When I first heard that speech, I wondered…”

Satine sighs, exasperated. “Wipe that grin off your face. Yes, Ben, I quoted you.”

“So it appears that I am not the only one of us who kept tabs on the other.” His grin only grows wider, and he steps closer, his face smug.

“Of course I kept tabs on you! Who else could be trusted to come to your aid? After you were captured by the Separatists, I wondered if you’d lost your touch. I nearly hopped on a transport to Geonosis myself.”

That finally succeeds in removing the grin from his face. “What?” he asks.

“You think Mandalore’s intelligence community didn’t pick up on that? I was briefed right away, and I passed the information along to the Jedi Council.”

And there’s the grin again. “That was hardly a neutral action for you to take, Duchess.”

“I cannot think objectively when it comes to you, Ben. I think we’ve established that at this point.”

Instead of replying, he reaches for her pack and removes it from her shoulders. “I think we should rest for the night,” he says, setting down his own bag. “We’ve come a long way.”

She knows he’s speaking of their portage from today, but she can’t help but hear a second meaning. “Have we?” she asks. “Have I?”

Obi-Wan doesn’t miss a beat. “Passing on that intelligence was an act of love, Satine, an act of compassion.”

“I could have pulled Mandalore into war!”

“Please,” says Obi-Wan dismissively. “Knowing you - and I’d like to think I do - you would have encrypted the transmission, which of course you made anonymously. I cannot imagine there was any way to track that it came from the Duchess of Mandalore.” His eyes blaze brighter than the sunset behind him. “But more importantly, why are you acting like your ability to love so fiercely makes you a lesser leader? In my opinion, the galaxy would be better off if all leaders acted with a fraction of the compassion you displayed that day.”

Satine feels every fiber of muscle in her being tense. She wants to defend herself, to defend her actions. But Obi-Wan’s words echo in the air.

She forces the tension from her body. “I don’t know,” she admits weakly. “I don’t know.”

Obi-Wan pulls her into his arms. There is no hint of his previous smugness in his next words. “Could it be that you regret not asking me to stay as much as I regret not staying?”

Of course, he is right. She knows the moment the words leave his lips.

“I was told that love is the death of duty. And I believed it. And now you say not only is love not the death of duty - rather, it is the key. And I just…we could have...we could have had so many more years.”

She feels his arms tighten around her torso.

“It is impossible to know what we could have had,” he points out. “But now, this is what we have.”

“Ben, I am sorry. For the speech…”

“You did the best you could with the information you had available. Both of us, it seems, have fallen victim to pervasive propaganda.”

Satine rests her head on his shoulder. “But how? How is such deception possible?”

He sighs. “I think about this often. The lies, I’m afraid, are easier to believe than the truth. Because once one acknowledges the truth, one must then confront one’s own actions - or lack thereof.” One of his hands comes to rest upon the back of her head, holding her tenderly.

“What is there to do?” whispers Satine. “Navigating through such haze…is it impossible?”

She feels him kiss her temple. “I have to believe that it is not. We just need the patience to endure until the fog lifts.”

#star wars fanfic #satine kryze #obi-wan kenobi #the lawless au #obitine #the clone wars #mike chen again must be acknowledged because i quoted him quoting satine quoting obi-wan #mike chen if you are out there know that i am writing a fanfic of your novel

[emperorsfoot]

how would you handle Adora/Despara/She-Ra in the CGI show?

Oh! oof! That is a tall order.

Of course I have ideas. But there'd also be a lot of pressure since Adora is such a popular character right now.

--

I would have season 3 end with the defeat of the Snakemen (and possibly King Hiss himself?), but Krass would still be doing her Fifth Nemesis schtick.

The final defeat of the Snakemen would involve the complete destruction of the Sigil of Hiss. The Sigil's destruction creates a tear in the fabric between dimensions, allowing Despondos a view into Eternia. Hordak plans to use this tear to break free and bring his Horde with him to conquer Eternia.

He sends an advanced guard through the tear. Just a small group of his best soldiers. Grizzlor, Mantenna, Shadow Weaver, and... Despara.

Despara would be He-Man's Horde rival.

Shadow Weaver, Teela's Horde rival.

Mantenna, Duncan's rival.

Grizzlor, Cringer's.

Krass is still doing her own thing as a Dark Master and Fifth Nemesis. She's doesn't join the Horde, but she doesn't rejoin the Masters either.

Krass allies herself with the Horde for an episode or two, and she and Despara begin to grow close. Despara kinda reminds Krass a little bit like Adam. But different. Despara is like the version of Adam that Krass wished he would be.

But then the Horde threatens the Tiger Tribe and so Krass ends her alliance with them and adds the Horde to her list of enemies.

Meanwhile, Adam and the Masters are trying to stop Despara and her Horde from widening the rift enough to release Hordak. Randor is present to participate in one of those fights and he ends up knocking Despara's helmet off her head. Her resemblance to Marlena is uncanny (apart from the yellow hair) and Randor recognizes her immediately. It's her. His long lost daughter. Adora.

Randor calls her "Adora" right then and there, and hearing the name spoken sort of "unlocks" some magic something in Despara and she get's a flash of traumatic memories that give her a headache. Shadow Weaver notices her distress and calls a retreat.

Later, in a strategy meeting, the Masters are discussing what their next steps are to defeating the Horde and someone brings up the "permanent solution" of killing them before they seal the tear, as opposed to kicking them back through the tear then sealing it. In the meeting Randor becomes enraged and shouts that they cannot kill "her". Randor storms from the meeting.

Adam follows him out and finds Randor looking at the family portrait in the corridor.

Its then that Randor points out the wide empty space on the couch and that Marlena specifically requested the artist leave that empty space. When Adam asks why, Randor heaves a mournful sigh, and confesses to Adam that he's not an only child. He used to have a twin. A sister. His twin sister, Adora, who was kidnapped when they were still very young. They never found her and assumed her dead. But now Randor knows what happened to her. She was in another dimension. Taken by the Horde and raised as one of them. Groomed to be one of their leaders. Despara. "Despara is your sister."

Adam hasn't "saved" Krass. Now he's determined to "save" Adora.

Meanwhile, the Horde team doesn't understand what's going on with their leader. Despara is kinda checked-out mentally, and Shadow weaver is doing some kind of mind thing with her magic to fix Despara. Shadow Weaver takes a break, leaving Despara asleep.

Despara is asleep. But "Adora" wakes up. She had no memories before she was 5 and doesn't know where she is. Wearing only whatever kind of padding she wears under her armor (appropriate for a kids show) Adora just wanders out of the Horde team base.

No one on Eternia aside from Randor has seen Despara without her helmet, so no one knows who this lost and slightly dazed looking blond girl is. She wanders in the Tiger Tribe and they give her food and some clothing that's not underwear. Krass shows up and takes it as a good sign that things are getting "back to normal" for the Tiger Tribe. The Tribe feels safe enough to once again start taking in strangers and strays. Krass spends some time with this new girl, shows her around the jungle, introduces her to the cubs. Adora really likes the Tiger Tribe. She wouldn't mind a life as a tiger tribe member. Maybe she'll even go through the ceremony of giving up something from her old life (not that she could remember it) and get her stripes, and officially be adopted into the Tribe. Krass loves this idea and encourages Adora to do it.

But as they're hanging out and having a good time in the jungle, they're attacked by beastapoid bots and in the short skirmish, Adora hits her head and changes back to Despara.

Krass is devastated. This is somehow worse than Adam leaving the Tribe.

But Krass now thinks she's the only one who knows Despara's true identity. She thinks this will give her an edge over Adam. Krass goes to try and barter with Adam that she has information that could defeat the Horde but she'll only give it to him if he agrees to give up being He-Man and come back to the Tiger Tribe after the Horde is gone, and actually do it this time!

Adam's like "you have information about Despara that's bigger than she's my sister?"

And Krass kind just pauses for a sec and is stares at him. Like, it clicks. That's why Despara and Adora both reminded her of all the best parts of Adam she always liked. "She's your sister! I thought she was just a mentally ill girl with memory issues."

Krass agrees to help Adam defeat the Horde if it means also saving Adora.

[???? more plot? this is why shows have more than one writer ????]

They save Adora. Defeat the Horde. And live happily ever after.

Adora gives up her Despara helmet as the thing from her old life she sacrifices to join the Tiger Tribe and gets tattooed with her stripes. Adora is now officially Tiger Tribe.

She was given the option of returning to the palace. But she doesn't know Randor or Adam and they have all these expectations of her and what she should be to them. But in the Tiger Tribe no one knew her before, no one has any ideas of who or what she should be. In the Tiger Tribe Adora has the opportunity to figure out who she is and what she wants in her own time.

Years later, Adam succeeds Randor as King.

Krass is the new chief of the Tiger Tribe and attends King Adam's coronation as a show of solidarity. With her, Chief Krass brings her beloved wife: Adora. The two are very happy together.

Turns out, Adora just has a thing for emotionally volatile women with toxic coping mechanisms.

Adam is so overjoyed that his best friend who he always though of as a sister is now his actual sister by law. And he's happy that his biological sister finally found who she is and found happiness with someone who loves her just as she is.

Everyone lives happily ever after.

#my own canon #adora #adora in cgi #motu #masters of the universe #Despara #the horde #cgi he-man #cgi motu #hordak #adam #randor #krass #adora/krass

[saintbleeding]

for the fanfic wip guessing game~

tea, book, or blush

u know i had to do all of these bc i am nothing if not self indulgent.

these are all from a wip i'm calling appropriately human towards one another, which. is a quote from going postal and is, shockingly, jmart irritations-to-lovers slowburn. the whole gimmick is there’s an omniscient narrator who’s a sassy prick, which. if you can’t tell whose pov these are. it is because it is Nobody’s.

ANYWAY:

tea:

Reader, there is an expression in the English language about playing chess with pigeons.

Likewise, do not play chess with Martin Blackwood, because—when pushed—he will flip the board with a victorious smile.

“Tough,” he says, and he takes Jon’s mug, dumping his tea unceremoniously down the sink.

Jon stares down at his folder, counting in his head in hopes of mastering the incipient rage now boiling in the pit of his stomach.

“May I borrow a pen?” he asks in a tone that suggests he would rather like to ask ‘Might you consider going somewhere and fornicating unassisted?’

book:

It feels rather impossible that the time will ever come that he will cease having this unbearable crush on someone he’s met once.

Well, twice, now.

Funnily enough, the second meeting feels more like a fever-induced hallucination than the first.

Not funnily at all, Martin suddenly supposes that he’s descended back into an uncanny dream when someone who is almost certainly Jon emerges from the sliding door of the library with a stack of books tall enough to reach his collarbone.

blush:

“For fuck’s sake, Martin,” Jon says, though he sounds more exhausted than vexed as he lifts a hand to rub a little too vigorously at his scalp. Were he not in the throes of internal self-flagellation, Martin would perhaps gently tug at his wrist, but alas, here he is.

“What?” he asks, blushing as he laces his hands in his lap and stares down at them. “I—I don’t—remember that.”

“Bully for you,” Jon says bitterly, “But we’re supposed to be there at nine tomorrow. I thought—” He cuts himself off with an irritated grunt, setting his jaw.

“Sorry,” Martin says, voice small. To him, the hammering of his heart in his ears is louder.

“Yes, well, at least I’ll have that to comfort me when I get bloody sacked over this,” Jon says, pace increasing as his volume lowers, until it’s a caustic little hiss. “At least you’re sorry you couldn’t pay attention for two minutes.”

#saint writes #ask games #asks #saltbright #long post #oh my god one day i'll pick a succinct quote. i swear

[ngkiscool]

This week - First person POV!

As usual,  all the fics are rated G or T and SFW. If I missed a tag or cw, let me know. 

The Ineffable History of Ducks by IxiLecter - 4.4K, G, ducks POV. Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale visit the St James's Park for centuries during their secret meetings, watching the ducks. They don’t really think about the fact that perhaps the generations of ducks are watching them as well, passing on stories and observations. Alternatively: four times Crowley and Aziraphale helped their ducks and one time the ducks helped them.

To Pad By His Side by Ineffable lawr (LawrVert) - 3K, G, Dog’s POV. Summary: The story of Dog and Adam from Dog's POV as he pads by Adam's side through all of life's ups and down.

To Whom It May Concern by Ghostinthehouse - 279 words, G,  R. P. Tyler ‘s POV. Summary: R.P. Tyler has Opinions on recent events. As always, he writes to the appropriate paper(s) about them.

Swapping stories by hapax (hapaxnym) - 1K, G, Police officers POV. Summary: The constable had heard many peculiar stories about the previous Saturday, in addition to having seen quite a few odd things himself, but he remained stubbornly skeptical about this one. The four police officers seen in canon dealing with the conflagration on the M25 get together over drinks.

Lost Continent of Atlantis by doomed_spectacles - 1K, G,  Captain Vincent POV. Summary: Captain Vincent wakes on the deck of the cruise ship Morbilli with a splitting headache. His arm is flung over his head at an angle that makes his wrist and shoulder ache. Around him, his crew is similarly arranged — limbs splayed like the chalk outlines of an unfortunate incident. They groan and rub their heads. The sky, a cheerful blue, seems at odds with the fog in his mind.

From the Inbox of God by benevolentmonolithicc - 11K, G, alternating POV. Summary: You've reached God. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now. At the sound of the tone, please leave your prayer. -BEEP-

The Cupbearer, or, The Exile's Tale by CopperBeech - 2K, T, Original Male Human Character POV. Summary: There’s an uncanny pair who seem always to turn up at the Ritz just as a table becomes available. There’s a maitre d’ who finds it curious. And he has his own story to tell.

The Cask of Holy Water by ThornsOfWinter (SeedsOfWinter) - 2.3K, T, Eric the disposable demon POV. Summary: Having suffered enough, Eric decides they must put an end to Duke Hastur’s abuses.

Thanks for reading and sharing, and have a great week :)

Bonus - master list with all past recommendations! 

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #weekly spotlight #ngk recs #outsider pov #first person pov #ducks #dog #R. P. Tyler #police officers #captain vincent #eric the disposable demon

[ankitnandwani]

Capturing Glamour and Grace: The Art of Fashion Photography and Fashion Videography

Fashion photography is a genre that combines art and business to create photos that are both visually appealing and economically profitable. A Fashion photographer in Delhi is truly a master of composition, lighting, and narrative, capable of bringing the inanimate to life.

The Visionary Eye: Fashion photographers have an uncanny ability to notice unusual perspectives, textures, and colors. Their aesthetic perspective elevates a basic garment to the level of a piece of art.

Lighting Gurus: In fashion photography, understanding and managing light is critical. Photographers employ lighting to generate emotions and highlight the beauty of the subject, whether it's the gentle, ethereal glow of natural light or dramatic studio sets.

Working with models is an art form in and of itself. Models are guided by fashion photographers to communicate the appropriate emotions and expressions while ensuring that the apparel or accessories take center stage.

Magicians in Post-Production: Post-production is where the magic happens. Retouching techniques are frequently used by photographers to sharpen and enhance the final image, resulting in a polished, magazine-worthy outcome.

Bringing Garments to Life Through Fashion Videography

While fashion photography captures fleeting moments in time, fashion videography transports viewers with movement, sound, and narrative. Fashion videographers and Top fashion photographers in Delhi are in charge of generating visually compelling tales that engage and inspire.

Dynamic Narrators: Fashion films are more than simply moving images; they are storylines that bring fashion to life. Videographers create interesting stories that highlight the personality of the brand as well as the designer's concept.

Cinematic Craftsmanship: Cinematography methods are essential in fashion videography, just as they are in film. Tracking shots, slow motion, and unique camera angles help to improve the storyline.

Soundscapes and Music: Sound is important in fashion videos since it sets the tone and enhances the watching experience. To create distinctive soundscapes, fashion videographers frequently cooperate with composers or sound designers.

Editing Artistry: The editing process transforms hours of film into a coherent tale. Fashion films have a professional aesthetic because of meticulous editing, color grading, and visual effects.

A Symbiotic Relationship Between Fashion Photography and Fashion Videography

Fashion photography and fashion videography are not mutually exclusive; they work well together. Many fashion shots now incorporate both mediums to provide a unified and immersive brand experience.

Behind-the-scenes: Behind-the-scenes films provide viewers with an inside look at the creative process of a fashion session. These films create anticipation and a personal connection with viewers.

Fashion firms employ photography and videography by Fashion video photographers in delhi in their digital marketing to engage consumers on websites, social media platforms, and e-commerce platforms.

Fashion Shows: Fashion weeks all around the world use photography and film to record runway moments and presentations, allowing these events to reach a worldwide audience.

#fashion video photographers in delhi #top fashion photographers in delhi #fashion photographer in delhi

[newsblog12]

14 Types of Magical Performance

Magic, with its ability to captivate and mystify, has a rich tapestry of performances that span various styles and techniques. From close-up wonders to grand stage illusions, this blog dives into the realm of enchantment, shedding light on 14 distinct types of magical performances that have dazzled audiences for generations.

Set the stage by discussing the universal appeal of magic and its ability to transport audiences into realms of wonder and disbelief. Introduce the diverse range of magical performances to be explored in the blog.

The Diversity of Magical Performances

Explain the wide spectrum of magical performances that exist, each with its own unique flavor and appeal. Mention how magic spans cultures, generations, and settings, making it a truly versatile art form.

Close-Up Magic: Intimate Wonders Up Close

Dive into the world of close-up magic, where magicians perform sleight of hand and illusions right before the audience’s eyes. Discuss the sense of intimacy and interaction that this form of magic creates, leaving spectators awestruck at the impossible happening inches away.

Stage Magic: Commanding the Grand Spotlight

Explore the grandeur of stage magic, where magicians create larger-than-life illusions that captivate entire audiences. Discuss the use of props, lighting, and theatrics that make stage magic a visually stunning spectacle.

Mentalism: Delving into the Mind’s Mysteries

Uncover the realm of mentalism, where performers seem to possess extraordinary mind-reading abilities. Discuss the psychological techniques and tricks used to create the illusion of mind-to-mind communication.

Illusions: Creating Spectacular Visual Feats

Detail the world of illusions, where magicians craft breathtaking visual spectacles that defy logic. Discuss iconic illusions that have left audiences astounded and how they manipulate perception.

Street Magic: Magic in Everyday Settings

Explore the allure of street magic, where magicians engage and amaze passersby with impromptu tricks. Discuss the improvisational nature of street magic and its role in creating memorable, intimate experiences.

Escapology: Defying the Bounds of Restraint

Delve into escapology, where performers escape from seemingly impossible restraints. Discuss the tension and excitement that accompanies these daring feats.

Manipulation: Masterful Sleight of Hand

Explain the art of manipulation, where magicians skillfully manipulate objects to create illusions. Discuss techniques like card manipulation and how years of practice are required to perfect these intricate moves.

Comedy Magic: Adding Laughter to the Amazement

Discuss comedy magic, where laughter is interwoven with astonishment. Explore how magicians use humor to enhance the magical experience and create a dynamic connection with the audience.

Mind-Reading: Astounding Insights and Predictions

Dive into the realm of mind-reading, where performers seemingly tap into the thoughts of their audience. Discuss psychological principles and techniques that lend an air of mystery to this form of magic.

Hypnosis: Guiding the Subconscious

Explore the art of hypnosis, where performers guide subjects into altered states of consciousness. Discuss the intrigue of hypnosis and its incorporation into magical performances.

Bizarre Magic: Blurring Reality and Fantasy

Delve into bizarre magic, where performers merge magic with elements of the supernatural and uncanny. Discuss the theatricality and storytelling aspects that distinguish this form of magic.

Children’s Magic: Sparking Wonder in Young Hearts

Explain the world of children’s magic, where performers cater to young audiences with age-appropriate tricks. Discuss the importance of engagement, interaction, and inspiring wonder in young minds.

Interactive Magic: Engaging Audiences in the Wonder

Explore interactive magic, where the audience actively participates in the magical experience. Discuss the dynamic connection between magician and audience that makes this form of magic memorable.

Conclusion

Summarize the enchanting journey through 14 diverse types of magical performances. Reiterate the universal appeal of magic as an art form that transcends boundaries, cultures, and generations.

By elaborating on these points, you create a comprehensive and captivating blog that introduces readers to the fascinating world of magical performances. The inclusion of various types of magic, explanations, and real-world examples ensures that the blog serves as a valuable resource for individuals interested in the magic arts.

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[williamguerra45]

Gradelynovel - Chapter 565 - King Alexander's Requests nimble enter recommendation-p2

Amazingfiction The Cursed Prince - Chapter 565 - King Alexander's Requests dry pine recommend-p2 Novel-The Cursed Prince-The Cursed Prince Chapter 565 - King Alexander's Requests tenuous apparatus The Cursed Prince Because they were the two males and recognized what it was prefer to adore a lady, he thinking California king Alexander would realize why he designed a real decision. His phrases had been blunt and then laced with small accusation. Maxim needed to area Queen Alexander to accept his proposition simply by making him sense guilty of his wife's steps. Ruler Alexander was currently wounded and didn't determine if he could reside for years. Would you proper care and safeguard Elise just after he was gone? At some point, his time will come and he would depart this earth permanently. Well before he passed away, he would wish to see Elise identified her delight and still have another person to look after her and shield her. Sooner or later, his time would come and that he would make this earth for a long time. Prior to he died, he would like to see Elise found her delight and get somebody to look after her and protect her. "You will be prohibited to have any mistresses." Just after staying muted for a long period, Master Alexander spoke. "You will have a way with terms," Ruler Alexander commented. "You almost certain me." Novel Does his mom keep in touch with the Leoraleis and let them know almost everything? Then, perhaps California king Alexander would not like what Maxim have. Novel PPS: I also observed a youtube video that tells me of Mars and Snow, his horse. The resemblance is uncanny.. hahahah. Sorry, I cannot upload video lessons right here, I'll just submit the screenshots.. It is possible to pay a visit to my Instagram consideration to see it @missrealitybites. Maxim stared back for the queen. His gaze was filled up with willpower. Maxim furrowed his brows within the final obtain. I don't know why, but writing this chapter was so tricky. I had maybe 5 many hours in order to publish this component. I will create even more for nowadays and then we can read how Emmelyn could see Harlow out of the magical golf ball. The Cursed Prince I don't know why, but writing this chapter was so difficult. I required perhaps 5 a long time merely to publish this piece. I am going to create much more for right now therefore we can read how Emmelyn could see Harlow out of the miraculous soccer ball. Maxim stared back in the ruler. His gaze was filled up with resolve. Did his mum keep in touch with the Leoraleis and inform them almost everything? In that case, might be Queen Alexander would nothing like what Maxim does. will power meaning "On account of your wife sought me to wed Elise so badly she got wrecked someone else's lifestyle to ensure it happen," Maxim responded genuinely. He, as well, spoke inside of a make any difference-of-factly sculpt. "The least you can do is permit me to stop this madness by marrying your little princess. Emmelyn has struggled plenty of." The Cursed Prince The elderly emperor nodded. "I have." King Alexander cherished his little girl far too much to let her proceed through this type of daily life. Immediately after Emmelyn and Myrcella left, there was silence on the dining area. Queen Alexander searched deep in believed. He still couldn't are convinced what his delayed spouse do well before she died. It was actually horrific and harsh. King Alexander cherished his daughter too much to allow her move through this sort of existence. The Cursed Prince "My new mother preserved informing me how the Leoraleis will be the kindest persons she had ever met," Maxim persisted his words. "Frankly, it's so desperately to believe that now. Even so, I am just pleased to trust my mother's verdict and think that you may carry out the appropriate matter." Aunt Jane's Nieces at Work His silly child enjoyed this person before him now who just openly and boldly admitted he was deeply in love with another girl. If Elise read what Maxim just stated, she must be heartbroken. . Ruler Alexander was currently harmed and didn't determine he could are living for some time. Who will treatment and defend Elise following he vanished? As he read the storyplot from his mom earlier these days, he could only retain silent. That was an issue that his better half normally wouldn't do since Catalina was a really sugary person. But maybe becoming a mommy evolved her? He didn't know. "You might be prohibited to consider any mistresses." He thinking it would be disrespectful to rest to California king Alexander because it means he thinking the older queen was foolish. His thoughts ended up blunt and today laced with moderate accusation. Maxim needed to area Ruler Alexander to just accept his offer through making him sense liable for his wife's steps. "Then, you must know I only want to see Emmelyn delighted," Maxim added. "I am just a selfish person, but after I became aquainted with her, I not worry about the thing i want - only what she wants. Her discomfort turns into my discomfort, and her pleasure will become my happiness. So... because her largest worry is definitely the curse, I wish to ease her fret so she could are living peacefully." "Your Majesty," Maxim wanted to bust the ice cubes and convey what he acquired under consideration. "I have got thought about this plus i would like to question your authorization to get married to Elise." Having said that, if Elise hitched this male, wouldn't she go through as well? Unless of course Maxim grew feelings for Elise, then it could be a one-sided romance and a loveless marital life. Immediately after staying calm for a long period, Master Alexander spoke. Ultimately... "Then, you have to know I only desire to see Emmelyn happy," Maxim added in. "I am a selfish guy, but right after I attained her, I not any longer worry about the things i want - only what she wants. Her ache ends up being my pain, and her contentment turns into my joy and happiness. So... considering the fact that her biggest fret may be the curse, I want to minimize her get worried so she could stay peacefully." ***************

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 4

Will

Cult girl attends her grandmother's funeral and is approached with a highly unorthodox last will and testament.

@wisesandwichshark

Trigger warnings: emotional manipulation and abuse, verbal abuse, death, slight emetophobia, body-shaming, ED mention, pregnancy and family planning

There was no use recounting anything from the leading up to the funeral. You spent that first night wine-drunk, munching on foie gras, watching Arrested Development and diagnosing each character to the best of your psychological abilities. You remembered cry-laughing at the same jokes you had memorized, and reminiscing on all the insane shit your own personal Lucille Bluth pulled on you. That was the highlight of the week. It was all downhill from there. 

Firstly, you were sick. That Sunday, you wrote it off as a hangover. Then, the hangover returned with a vengeance, just to add salt to the already open wound of having to pretend to mourn your abusive grandmother. At least the physical pain would give your acting an air of sincerity, you thought. 

Hannibal dressed in a solid black tux: it was almost uncanny to see him outside of any of his normal checkered suits. You selected a plain black dress and a strand of pearls.

The funeral was to be held at the same country club Anna’s wedding was held. Your grandmother was like a pharaoh, insisting that the empire she built know that even in death, she reigned supreme. The country club was her pyramid. 

Anna asked if you wanted to say a few words. As much as you wanted to get up and tell all her country club friends about the time she reported you as an abducted child at age twenty-two when you refused to leave your boyfriend and move back in with her, you knew that it wasn’t in good taste. You racked your brain for any story that could be considered remotely funeral-appropriate, but none came to mind. 

You spent the entire funeral trying not to roll your eyes too obviously at the stories of abuse her country club friends somehow remembered fondly. Your soul just left your body throughout the entire process and you were unsure if it would ever return. 

All things considered, it could have gone much worse. Then, it did. 

The beginning of the end was when your grandmother’s estate lawyer pulled you and Anna aside to conduct the reading of the will. He showed you to a side room, then excused himself before closing the door behind him. 

“Hello, [F/N].” Liam greeted, trying to cut through the awkward silence that came with first seeing each other after four straight years. “I’m very sorry about your gran. She was a great woman.” 

You gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Thanks, Lee. I appreciate it.” 

“No she doesn’t.” Anna muttered. “And it’s Liam.” 

“I don’t mind ‘Lee’.” Liam contested. “My mum called me Lee. I actually quite like it.” 

Anna was in one of her ‘I’m so upset, please ask me why’ moods. She sat on one of the heavy armchairs with her legs crossed and eyes to the wall. You weren’t going to bite. 

Liam wasn’t so cautious. “Princess, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” She pouted, not even dignifying her husband with a look. “I just think it’s interesting that I put the funeral together all by myself and someone couldn’t even be bothered to speak.” 

You shot Liam a look that said ‘way to go, jackass’. 

“Yeah,” You said, sitting down in an adjacent armchair. “That must suck.” 

Anna glared at you. “You really have nothing to say? Really?” 

You tensed up. “Let’s see, which charming anecdote would you have me tell? How about that time when she made you wear a fat suit for an hour after you complained about how the low-carb ice cream tasted like chemicals?” 

Liam looked in shock at his wife. “Did she really?” 

“Once.” Anna confessed, holding up one finger. 

You turned to Liam, as if you were sharing some hot gossip. “That was all it took to give her an eating disorder when she was thirteen.” 

Hannibal was just a fly on the wall. Anna noticed his lack of reaction. 

“And I bet Hannibal knows all about this, huh?” Anna said, throwing her hand in his direction. “Because he just needs to hear all of our private family business, right?” 

You stood up from your seat. “First of all, I take offense at the implication that my fiancée isn’t family.” 

An evil smile spread on Anna’s face. “But he wasn’t always your fiancé, was he, [F/N]?” 

“Holy shit, you cracked the code.” You said, flatly. “There was a point in time when Hannibal and I weren’t an item. Real shocker, that one.” 

“You know what I mean.” She sneered, then approached Hannibal. “Dr. Lecter, is it true that before you and [F/N] became romantically involved, you were her therapist?” 

Liam looked scandalized. Hannibal was just as put-together as always. 

“That is true.” He said, feeling no shame whatsoever. 

Anna turned back to you. “Now don’t you think that’s just a smidge unethical? For a therapist to date their much younger patient?” 

You narrowed your eyes. You carried yourself with the lightness of a woman who finally had the moral high ground. “So you want to talk about what’s ethical, huh? I suppose that means you’ve told Liam about pineapple.”

All the blood drained from her face. You crossed your arms and held your head up a little higher. 

“That’s what I thought.” You grinned. 

“Look, could we just pretend to be a normal, functioning family for ten minutes?” Anna pleaded, as if there were anyone other than herself to blame for provoking an argument.

“That’s on you two.” Liam, rightfully, pointed out. He gestured to himself and then to Hannibal. “Neither of us have said anything.” 

The estate lawyer must have gotten his juris doctorate alongside a master's in impeccable fucking timing, because that was when he decided to make his entrance.

"I'm sorry for the wait, everyone." He announced. "And I'm sorry for having to pull you aside in your hour of mourning. Usually the last will and testament is handled through email to the beneficiaries, but your grandmother was quite adamant it be approached this way."

"That definitely sounds like her." You said, exchanging glances with Hannibal. You'd talked about this for what felt like hours the week prior. She was going to pull some last-minute bullshit to humiliate you from beyond the grave. Give all the inheritance to Anna and leave a snide comment about you in a legal document. You knew it was coming. All you could hope was for it to be quick.

The lawyer pulled an envelope from his briefcase. "She specifically asked for her two living grandchildren and their significant others to be present."

"Did she say it like that?" Anna raised an eyebrow. "Or was it more like, 'Anna and her husband, and [F/N] and her therapist'?"

"Mrs. Young," Hannibal said, taking your hand. "Until you tell your husband about pineapple, you aren't allowed to judge us."

Anna glared at you. "What the hell? He knows, too?!"

"Yeah." You answered. "I tell him everything."

"Okay, who or what is pineapple?" Liam interjected. "And why do I get the feeling I'm the only one not in the know, here?"

"That's cause you are." You confirmed. "And you have your lovely wife to thank for that."

"Everyone!" The lawyer called out. Clearly, he'd seen his share of dysfunctional families. "Please, let me just read the will and you can continue arguing afterwards."

"Y'know what? Fair enough." You said, crossing your legs. "Let's rip off this band-aid, shall we?"

The lawyer opened the envelope and produced a single page. He cleared his throat.

"I, Beatrice [L/N], being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath all my worldly possessions-" He began reading the long first sentence. "Including but not limited to, a collective sum of $45 million, the family home and my shares of the country club, to the first of my granddaughters to give birth."

You expected nothing. You expected something. But you never could have expected this.

"Can you please read that last part again?" You asked, unsure if what you heard was the result of a stroke.

"The entire inheritance goes to the first one of you to have a baby." The lawyer clarified, trying to make it sound like a reasonable arrangement.

"That makes sense." Anna said, nodding.

You looked at her, dumbfounded. "How in the fuck on fire does that make sense to you?"

"Well, the money would be going to a good cause." She rationalized. "To raise the baby, right?"

You shook your head. "No, this is insane. Grandma has always had this weird obsession with bloodlines, and now she's trying to incentivize us to carry it out."

"What happens if neither of us can, y'know?" Anna asked.

The lawyer pushed his glasses up his nose. "If neither granddaughter is willing to produce a child, the entire inheritance will go to the Eagle Forum, so my ungrateful grandchildren can learn about family values."

"She hated the Eagle Forum!" Anna objected. "She wouldn't dare."

"She absolutely would." You pressed your fingers into your forehead. "That's upper-class white moderates for you. And she doesn't have to be around to see when they name a fucking wing after her."

"The Beatrice [L/N] center for denying women bodily autonomy." Hannibal said. "It's quite fitting."

"[F/N], we can't let that happen." Anna pleaded. "We can't let Eagle Forum get a penny of that money."

"Why the hell not?" You said. Though on principle, you agreed, you knew this was just another one of your grandmother's power grabs. At the end of the day, she chose to leave her money to the Eagle Forum. And it would be her name on that check, not yours.

"Oh my god, you actually hate babies more than you hate conservatives." Anna stood with her mouth agape.

"Don't put words in my mouth." You snapped. "I don't hate babies. I hate grandma for trying to threaten me into having one. I hate grandma for pinning us against each other and making sure it stays that way."

"What do you have against giving me a little niece or nephew, huh?" Anna folded her arms.

"I'm fucking done." You said, throwing up your hands. "This will be the last you ever see of me."

Of course, that's what you said the last time.

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[youarejesting]

Wash Out.22

[Master List]

Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin,  Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Rating: 16+ Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

[Prev] 

There was no limit to which Taehyung could grieve. But there was a limit to his bank account. The new CEO Tom was a kind man, offering them a chance to mourn their losses and collect themselves before returning to work. There was a small funeral and memorial for Mr Schmidt within the theme park. 

Although the employee’s were respectful they remained impartial to the change of leadership. With new management came more appropriate wages. 

Waking beside Y/n reassured him things would be okay. You were the only reason he got out of bed and Taehyung suspected you felt the same. Uncanny how the two of you were sporting matching puffy eyes and pink tipped noses. Taehyung gave a soft smile, you had been supporting him while he broke down assuring him that Seokjin would return. 

It was time to show Y/n that she had someone to lean on. Knowing you had lost the first person you had developed such a strong bond with. There had been a few before Jimin and there may be more to come, but like magic the two of you had a special kind of love. The rare kind that happens only to few.

Taehyung wondered what you were thinking, if you were really okay, or just saying you were because that's what people wanted to hear. Dressing quietly he noticed you stir out the corner of his eyes. Begrudgingly pulling yourself out of bed and getting ready in the bathroom.

The playful banter on the way to work became silent pondering of thoughts. Hands reaching for one another if those thoughts turned dark. Taehyung was grateful for the company, grateful for the silence. He had no pressure to act like things were okay when they weren’t.

In saying that pulling into the employee parking lot Taehyung cut the engine. Pulling the visor down to look in the mirror, he tested a small smile. Almost foreign and unfamiliar to him, the muscles seemed to have weakened.

How many days had it been? Two and a half weeks later, as the days passed any hope of Seokjin or Namjoon’s return dwindled extensively. 

“Tae, we should go in,” Y/n smiled hand ready on the door handle braced for work like it was war. 

“Yeah, sorry.”

The security seemed awkward greeting them, rightfully so they had been accused of stealing money from the theme park. It wouldn’t surprise them if everyone kept their distance. Dolphins on the other hand seemed to understand their feelings better than humans. Bubbles, Captain, Dolly and her new pup Hopster came up to greet them, sensing their mood and trying to cheer them up with little jumps, squeals and splashes.

It pulled soft genuine smiles from you both, it was mid practice when a voice called from the bleachers behind the show tank. “You know Joonie, I have never seen a dolphin show, but it looks pretty lackluster, the dolphins are doing all the hard work. The instructors don’t really feel committed to the show.”

“I think they have been having a rough week, maybe they might have lost someone close to them.” Namjoon said softly. “You can never know what someone else is going through without asking.”

“Should I go ask them?” Seokjin said, standing and strolling over, the two looked clean and fresh like they had just come back from a vacation and not the bottom of the ocean.

Taehyung had broken down in the water, crying as the dolphins playfully bumped him with their noses trying to stop his tears. You pulled yourself out of the water and ran over, hugging Seokjin. His whines echoing around the small amphitheater.

After practically suffocating Seokjin in a firm hug you pulled Namjoon in as well, he was surprised by the action. Probably because the two of you were never really close but unlike Seokjin he didn’t complain about the wet patches left on his clothes.

Taehyung had practically crawled out of the dolphinarium show tank, the dolphins wiggling on their bellies beside him on the small raised surface. Seokjin walked towards him sorrowful and compassionate, opening his hands for the young dolphin trainer and groaning when he was pulled into the knee deep water. Letting Taehyung clutch him tightly, his complaints ceased when he felt the younger man shaking in his arms.

“It seems you must have been suffering with me gone.” He tried to coax Taehyung’s head from where it had buried into his neck, but it only encouraged him to grasp tighter and bury his face deeper into Seokjin’s chest. “Hey, you can’t be crying like this, you are going to make me sad.”

“I thought you had died,” Taehyung whimpered voice broken and small, his hands clutching the soft sweater fabric pulled tight over Seokjin’s shoulders. Taehyung looked up, eyes wet, puffy and red for yet another time this week. “I thought I lost you, before I had a chance to tell you properly.”

“Tae, I can barely understand what you are saying,” Seokjin wiped his sleeve under Taehyung's nose, “You have to speak clearly, don’t ruin my good pants for nothing.”

Taehyung pulled him forward kissing him passionately. Taehyung was thrilled to have Seokjin back in his arms. He was unable to stop himself from slowly walking backwards more and more until he reached the edge of the water. Seokjin was too distracted by the kiss to realise until it was too late.

Pulling the older man into the dolphinarium and giggling when they resurfaced. “Ya!” Seokjin shouted, “We were going to dinner after this, I was dressed up and everything.”

Taehyung was apologizing, his grin never faltering as he chased a soggy Seokjin back to the locker rooms. The three of you emerged from the change rooms spotting Namjoon standing awkwardly by the entrance.

“Are you ready to go?” Y/n asked, slapping his back playfully, “I hear Seokjin is paying for dinner tonight.” 

“What, you wanted me to come to dinner?” Namjoon said his words, stumbling unsure and confused.

“You don’t want to come to dinner, Namjoonie-Hyung?” Taehyung grinned up at him, before the two of you took Taehyung’s car following Jin’s from the parking lot to the restaurant. It was a small barbeque place, it was a secret treasure known to only a few.

The drinks started flowing. Namjoon seemed awkward at first but he was soon laughing with the rest. “I have never really done this before.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Drank?”

“No, I haven’t had dinner with friends before,” His ears were pink and your smile fell, Taehyung felt like the worst person to ever exist. “I know Jin and I tried but there were always things getting in the way.”

“Hey, we are your friends now, we were just rude idiots. We didn’t know about how cool you were until Seokjin told us how special you meant to him.” Y/n explained pouring him another drink.

“You weren’t rude, I just am really awkward and I know I talk about crabs a lot. It isn’t the most appealing conversation people want to have.” Namjoon waved his hands trying to calm the sad looks around the table, “I am just happy you think of me as your friend.”

Seokjin gasped, pulling a small cloth from his pocket, “Jimin asked me to give this to you.” He placed the cloth in your palm and you opened it slowly. “He got back safely and was definitely worried if you were okay,”

Opening the cloth to reveal a necklace, a cream shell spiraling in a cone shape and in the opening fitting perfectly secure was a gold Pearl. Taehyung leaned over, taking the necklace and helping you secure it around your neck.

~

You were called into work early one morning by Namjoon, he said something was wrong with Dolly and her pup and he needed help. Taehyung was outside and you sleepily let them drive you across town. You were being pushed into the old marine clinic, Taehyung threw you some swimmers and pushed you into the change room.

Moving quickly you followed Namjoon who was talking about the pups condition seriously, “This is our last chance, just go in first and check on how he looks and appearance and then we will begin the treatment, make sure you keep him calm and make him feel safe.”

You nodded, slipping slowly until you were treading water by the catwalk, about to ask a few questions when you were pulled under by the ankle. Confused and scared, you spotted Jimin in the water, his face showing how happy he was to see you. He swam at you grabbing your waist and resurfacing. You started crying and you wiped your eyes laughing and coughing from the water you had partially inhaled in shock.

“I am leaking,” Jimin touched his cheeks and you kissed him happily. 

“How did you get here?” You sniffed, “We have to get you back to the water.”

“Hey, it's all good I have something special with me this time, it allows me to walk on the ground just like you. Our king Jungkook gave it to me. He says I can visit whenever I want, because you are my promised.”

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