#and they would definitely go out and talk with the neighboring tribes

[hootydoot]

Meeting the neighbors

With both of them having history with Tusken tribes, my headcanon is that Boba and his new band of buddies went out and spent a lot of time getting to know the locals after cleaning up the town. Networking, building up the community, all that good stuff 😊

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#star wars #sw #the mandalorian #book of boba fett #tbobf #boba fett #din djarin #tusken raiders #tatooine #i just think they have a lot in common and would be good friends #and they would definitely go out and talk with the neighboring tribes #ive been working on this since the finale of tbobf came out lol #as always just ignore the background #i hate it but i dont have the capability to fix it #hootydoodles #boba and din

[kagoutiss]

I kind of love how you have all these interesting hcs for Ganondorf like animals loving him, his weird dynamic with Sheik, the approval he seeks from his mothers etc. while at the same time being like “he’s a horrible gremlin and bloodthirsty and no one would want to stay near him”. I feel like it really captures how absurd and chaotic he is. Thank you for your service.

oh…im holding this ask very gently…..this means a lot to me because like!! yeah all these things are sort of true to me and i feel like he’s one of those characters where the more you dissect him, the more discordant things you find, and yet they all somehow intertwine in a way that makes him compelling and whole :-) retroactively putting a warning here that i ended up talking a lot and going pretty off-track but. like,,, one of the main roots of his absurdity to me is that he just has these fundamental problems with connecting with people (outside of clever manipulation, which he is good at), which are very effective at driving people away, even when he genuinely loves them, and i think he does this thing constantly where he wants people to despise him and he wants people to think the worst of him, because he is so much more comfortable with that than just? learning how to actually differentiate between love & hatred? and to not immediately feel threatened by gestures of love as some kind of deception, because he probably can’t quite make out the difference? despite having such a high level of emotional intelligence otherwise? and this primarily ties in with the idea that the biggest most terrifying enemy he has ever known in his entire life has been the neighboring kingdom, which professes to be the epitome of love & light & benevolence while at the same time committing the most egregious hateful bloody acts of cruelty in the darkest recesses of kakariko’s catacombs

and like. i think all of his formative experiences have still led to him being fully capable of things like feeling love, but also consequently not having the faintest idea of what the definition of that actually is, or how it works, or how to relate to someone you care about without just projecting all your own experiences onto them, or communicating your affection in ways other than just. being mean. and him purposely antagonizing people who do love him and are kind to him is a kneejerk reaction that he might not even realize is nonsensical, just a way of avoiding the most fundamentally disconcerting thing he knows, which is the ambiguity of something that claims to be kind or good. and so i think he‘d find a weird comfort in things that either don’t have that ambiguity, or subvert it entirely

like animals! who are far less capable of deception, or monsters, who like him, are deemed inherently evil. or spirits, who shouldn’t technically even be bound by the concepts of good & evil, even less applicable to wayward souls than to living beings. above all other humans though, he is definitely closest to his surrogate mothers, who supposedly are the true highest authorities of the gerudo tribe, and who treat him more like a deity than a son, and might moreso love the idea of what they want him to be, rather than the person he is. and he is in fact mortal, and a human being, and extremely flawed, and prone to recklessness under stress, and makes silly mistakes, and is emotionally unstable, with an attention span that doesn’t actually seem particularly well-suited to politics or government. and i accidentally wrote way too much in one sitting again, but.

but yeah, he’s like. my point is he is so full of things. he is completely absurd and chaotic and yet also i think there are recognizable patterns in what he does, if you think about him way too hard for way too long. he’s an infuriating swiss watch of a person that functions with seemingly inexplicable precision, but is made to say rude things to you instead of showing you the time, and yet you can’t really judge him too harshly after making the difficult effort of trying to understand him, because it becomes more & more evident that. that’s just. the way he is. that that’s the inevitable way that he came together, entirely due to circumstance. he’s a reflection of the completely nonsensical universe that he lives in, an antagonist since the day he was born, defined as such by the world’s Inherently Good Authorities, who are themselves objectively guilty of mass kidnapping, torture, murder, displacement and genocide, and yet are still, by the immutable definitions of these words as they’ve established them, Good. and i NEED to go to bed but yeah i love him for being a horrible insufferable bitch, actually, because it’s meaningful in and of itself, and i love him for not being normal, and having unmanageable fears of inadequacy, and mommy issues, and ADHD and autism, and for bullying teenagers, and being more fond of monsters & parasites than people, and literally using his emotions as a weapon, and referring to himself as king of every evil thing in existence, and almost never bothering to explain his actual motivations to people who he knows have already decided that he is the crux of all the world’s problems, because he’s fully internalized that trying to be understood by anyone at all is completely pointless. wife material

#ask #txt #ganondorf #sorry. this activated something in me #im 90% sure ive posted some of these exact same sentences before but whatever

[true--north]

Night was falling on the Enchanted Forest, the misty dome turned soft red and tender pink, dissolving the light of the majestic sunset which they were not destined to see. The Northuldra tribe began to gather around the campfires to have dinner, rest and talk.

After a day full of work: caring for reindeer, fishing, picking berries, sewing, Honeymaren and Ryder met at their mother's, Yelana's kota. The tribal leader was in a melancholy mood, her heavy wise gaze thoughtful, her hands warming themselves up on a bowl of mushroom broth.

Honeymaren glanced meaningfully at her brother: "well, now Mama is definitely going to start remembering the old days again, and how life used to be easier and better."

And sure enough, looking at the neighbors trying to light a fire with a stone flint, Yelana quietly said:

“It wasn't like that before. As soon as we asked the Fire Spirit, the bonfires lit up by themselves.”

“Sure, Mama," Ryder muttered.

“You don't believe me, Son? Don't you dream about seeing the sky?” Yelana looked up at Ryder.

“I do, of course... Although I don't know what it is.” he shrugged.

Yelana sighed as she looked around the Forest. Of course, it looked beautiful and peaceful, bathing in a pink evening mist, but nothing will replace what was in the past.

“Everything was different then. We were blessed. We were rich. We lived in harmony with the Spirits. Each Element was to our aid and we honoured each of the Four. Water, the most important of all, the one who remembers everything. Air, without which there is no life, Fire that warms us and Earth that supports.”

It sounded like an ancient chant.

“But then something went wrong.” added Honeymaren, crossing her legs and looking questioningly at her mother.

A shadow passed over Yelana's face and she took a sip of the broth.

“The Arendellians desecrated the Forest and killed my father.” her voice became dark.

“On the other hand, thanks to the mist, even more of them did not come here.” remarked Honeymaren, maybe trying to cheer Yelana up a little.

“And there is no way out at all?” asked Ryder.

When he was younger, he often asked this question until he got tired of it. But today it felt somehow different. As if change was in the air. As if this evening full of light was special.

“We tried. Only legends remained...”

Yelana put the bowl on the moss and peered into the campfire, suddenly remembering the stories that her father had told her when she was a little curious child.

“Four spirits born from the Ice lie at the foundation of the World. But the old traditions told us about the lost Fifth Spirit who rules them all. If only we could find it, then maybe the Fifth Spirit would save us and bring everything back. Perhaps.”

“And where is it?” Honeymaren raised an eyebrow.

“I do not know. It's a legend. But you know what?" Yelana looked at her children seriously, “On the great and evil day of the Battle, I heard something strange. A voice. A song similar to the howling of the North wind, but much more beautiful. Somehow it gave my heart a consolation.”

“Do you think it was the Fifth Spirit, Mama?" Ryder beamed with hope.

“I don't think anything.”

“If it was the Fifth Spirit, then why did it silence? Where is it now?” Honeymaren demanded an answer, throwing a twig into the fire, "How can we find it?"

“Only Ahtohallan, the Mother of all Spirits, knows." Yelana shrugged and returned her attention to the soup, "We have to seek and wait. And remember.”

Honeymaren sighed softly, and Ryder slightly elbowed her.

“What if it's you, Honey, who will find the Fifth Spirit? Let me call it for you?”

Ryder chuckled and jokingly depicted how, in his opinion, the Spirit could sing. Honeymaren giggled and flinched at the sound of his terrible voice. It sounded like a wolf howling at the moon.

Yelana smiled discreetly, but shook her head.

“Don't joke with this, children. No one knows what the future can bring and whether the Fifth Spirit is not listening to us now.”

“Only Ahtohallan knows." echoed Honeymaren her mother's favourite saying.

Night was falling on the North. And further south along the Fjord, in a beautiful coastal castle, the young queen was tossing in her sleep. She dreamed of the Forest and the Song.

#frozen 2 #frozen fanfic #yelana #honeymaren #mine #ryder nattura #northuldra

[loosesodamarble]

hello, erika, can we have a part 2 of "Reviving the elves", but with the elves reactions, pls?

You can certainly have that, Anon!

Also, deepest apologies for taking forever to answer this ask! Thank you for waiting.

So for those of you unaware, Anon is asking for a continuation of this ask and the ghost seer concept started here.

..........

Patry

The second Patry sees Licht, and the rest of the tribe, approaching in the distance, there are tears in his eyes and he's running to meet his role model.

Would be caught off guard by Licht embracing him. Licht would tell Patry how proud he is of Patry's growth, of how he decided to lead the the small group that had originally been left behind.

Upon seeing that Tetia and Lumiere are with the group, Patry would bow cordially to them. He tolerated them before, not giving them the full respect they deserved.

Patry fully closes the rift between himself, Lumiere, and Tetia. He's learned and would like to be proper friends to them.

Something Patry would definitely want to do himself would be to introduce Licht and Tetia to their descendants. A once though impossible meeting is happening.

He would give all the elves a collective apology for causing them to fight the humans of Clover. All them were hurt and hated what happened but they never wanted to take it out against innocents.

Patry would have to deal with a lot of the elves teasing him and commenting on how much he's grown up, quite suddenly from their perspective as their last memory of him was as a teen.

There would be a conversation between Patry and Licht about who should lead the village. Licht would say he wants to relax and take care of his descendants with Tetia. Besides, Patry's already stepped up and Licht can't take that from him.

Goes up to Ray (who did the reviving) and Asta (who is on the best terms with the elves and would've guided them to Elysia) and shakes their hands while thanking them profusely for bringing his people back.

Rhya

He would stare in utter shock. His dear friend, his neighbors, all his loved ones. They're back. He'd be still for a while before finding his composure and walking over.

He goes around to greet all of the elves. He asks everyone what they think of being back to life permanently.

"Hey, does anyone remember what the afterlife is life? I was away so long I've begun to forget," he'd joke and get shit from the others.

Rhya will find a way to get alcohol from Clover and invite the adults to drink with him. Something to help them really get used to being alive again.

"Wait, our village's number just increased exponentially. I'm gonna go take a nap until you guys figure it out. Too much work for me."

Rhya goes up to Licht and throws an arm around his shoulders. He'd be very pleased that he and Licht can actually talk instead of reuniting on a battlefield.

He's happy to have his village and friends back. But he keeps himself calm because everyone else is already being emotional about the reunion.

Vetto

Vetto drops whatever he might be doing in the moment and runs to Licht and the rest of the elf tribe.

He's going to get teased a bit by those who were once his peers because he's now a kid again. But he accepts it because all of his friends are back.

We know through the flashbacks that Vetto was kind-hearted and gentle, so I definitely can see him crying during this reunion.

"I'm not crying!" He'd claim, "It's just really warm with everyone around!"

He vigorously shakes Licht and Lumiere's hands, happy for this second reunion and telling them that they were right in the end.

For some reason, I feel like Vetto would be the type to cheesily regale to the others how his small group found their way to Elysia while everyone settles into their new home.

Fana

Fana would let out a gasp before tears of joy come to her eyes. She, like Rhya, would take it slow then approaching her people.

Hugs everyone, and I mean everyone, at least twice upon reaching the group.

She'd be the one telling people how their smaller group has been getting along in the meantime. Reassuring them that they haven't been that lonely and are very comfortable.

A part of Fana would be relieved that everyone's back because a small part of her feared their kind dying off because of how small their tribe had been without the others.

Fana hugs Tetia the tightest and whispers "Thank goodness you and Licht are getting a second chance. Please make the most of it."

Would approach Patry later and give a little "there, there" while patting his back. The man would want a moment to take it all in and cry, and Fana would be there to keep him grounded.

#questions from the ask box #awesome anons #ghost seer black bull #black clover #black clover headcanons #patry #black clover rhya #vetto #fana/elf fana #black clover licht #tetia silvamillion clover #lumiere silvamillion clover

[daddy-hakoda]

Can't help but think Kyakoda is the kind of couple that in a modern AU would unironically join a nudist colony. Just let it all hang out there in a super chill and happy way, ya know? Anyway curious your thoughts.

Thank you for the ask, anon! 😝 Tbh you had me cracking up at first but the more I thought about this, the more I could actually see where you’re coming from. 🧐

Both in-universe and in modern AUs, I tend to think of Kyakoda as being childhood sweethearts—or very platonic childhood friends who gradually start pining for each other until the tension explodes like a powder keg. They grow up in a tiny town, get married right out of high school maybe because they have a little ‘happy accident,’ i.e. Sokka, and hectically juggle work, college, and family through their twenties and early-to-mid thirties. Stressful and demanding? Definitely. But it’s also the kind of simple, wholesome life that they both really want with each other—and it’s sublimely rewarding.

Regardless, Kyakoda find themselves as empty-nesters before they’re forty. And while helping Katara settle in for her first year of college (Sokka is already a sophomore), they start thinking…now what?? ☹️ Wtf are we supposed to do without our babies? Are we officially old and useless? But after spending some time walking around campus and remembering what it’s like to have that kind of radical freedom during which Kya gets invited to six different frat parties and Hakoda is swarmed by an entire sorority, they realize that they’ve still got a lot going for them. 😎

On the way home, they make a list of all the things they want to do and all the places they want to see. There’s no real reason for them to live permanently at the South Pole anymore (or maybe Alaska in a real-world modern AU), so they decide to go for a change of climate and a change of pace…

As Kyakoda soon learns, Sun’s Out Buns Out Naturalist Community on Ember Island is both of those things. It’s surprisingly chill and casual, and they find that sliding into the whole go-with-the-flow atmosphere comes easily to them. The rules are helpful and not very difficult to follow, all things considered—although at first, they do get chastised for not-so-sneakily checking each other out. Kya tries to argue that she should be able to ogle a handsome beefcake so long as said beefcake is her husband, but the community charter says otherwise. Generally, though, they fit in just fine. The freedom—physical and otherwise—is a breath of fresh air, and their pre-nudist-colony jobs (Kya as a nurse, Hakoda as a contractor) lend themselves well to the practical work they do around the ‘naturalist community.’

But most of the time, they’re just hanging loose and enjoying life. 😉 In the mornings, Kya lays a towel out on the sand and reads, buns bare under the sun, while Hakoda lies beside her and whittles Cool Water Tribe Stuff (TM) out of pieces of driftwood. Some evenings, Kya attends a thrice-weekly beachside yoga class to keep herself in shape, and on the off-nights she joins Hakoda on a run, then ‘supervises’ his nightly workout (usually by sitting on his back while he does pushups and getting herself bench-pressed and deadlifted in place of his barbell and weights).

Sun’s Out Buns Out isn’t a destination for swingers, but Kyakoda still makes friends and attends little parties, just letting everything hang free all the time. They answer their door and tend their garden and talk with neighbors about the weather, content with being free and open. Sometimes they miss the snow back home, but when it’s drizzling, they like to head outside and walk along the beach, letting the water run over their skin—and if no one’s looking, they’ll hide under a palm tree and completely break the community’s very strict ‘no PDA’ rule. 😏

I really appreciate you introducing me to nudist!Kyakoda, anon!! 😄😆 And I loved answering this ask—you’re welcome in my inbox anytime! ☺️ Thanks again!!!

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[dakardreamsofsheep]

My Writing Project

I had a lot of goals for my sabbatical year, but the one that might have taken the most time was unplanned. Looking back through my journal, I had wondered that first week how I would fill my time besides surfing, learning French and hanging with friends. Would it be diving into painting goals more deeply? Music? A quick note in my phone’s "Project Ideas” list from September and one clear image set the faint cornerstone, although I didn’t realie it at the time. Nine months later, these three first draft manuscripts sit on my desktop. It still doesn't seem real. I’ve had the goal of writing a book for a long time, since first grade at least. Now, I'm closer than ever, though nervous with my sabbatical year coming to an end how I'll advance forward.

The image I started with was Colombus’ little fleet landing in North America. Arriving, they meet a fully mobilized tribal army armed with gunpowder and resistance to European diseases. How different history might have been. That was the image I imagined the book closing with, and spinning back from there led to this ambitious project. One book become two became four. Once the core of the story came out it never changed, but there was just too much that needed to happen, too many little tales to fit inside.

I don’t want to say too much here about the story itself, though I hope anyone reading this post will also read the books. If I had to pitch the story in Hollywood I’d say Moana meets Mad Max meets Guns, Germs and Steel. If I had to pitch it in a blurb I’d say “A group of navigators in the 15th century chase a vision across the ancient world, diffusing new ideas and technology, changing the course of history and challenging their own beliefs and identities in the process.”

The first push was NaNoWriMo, the National November Writing Challenge, which I’d heard about for a few years. 1,500 words a day for a month gets you around 50,000 words, enough for a short novel or most of a longer one. I gave myself the challenge of writing a few different short stories in October, and fleshing out my original idea the month before. The most productive I’d ever been was in creative writing classes at the university, pacing around the campus at night and returning back to bang out prose I’d later edit. If I had a smartphone then, in 2012, it certainly didn’t have the lures of my little pocket portal today. Leaving it at home (and leaving home) during morning writing sessions made a world of difference.

There is so much research that’s gone into getting the details of pre-European contact life just right. I’m leaning heavily on my alumni access to the JStor scholarly database, and I am definitely going to outsource the works cited writing. Old maps, details of rival city-state clothing and regional food during specific times of the year, original names for constellations from neighboring tribes…there’s a lot. I’m glad I started without consulting anyone, because I might have been talked out of it, and now I’m in too deep to stop. It’s been intellectually fascinating, and also tough and often lonely. No one should ever boo-hoo the writer privileged enough to spend time on a *bonus* pursuit. Our discomfort is entirely self inflicted. Still, where our early human storytellers spun out myths exclusively in groups, the written word demands solitude at first. It’s only later that you see how people have received your creation. That never quite registered with me, spending a night or two writing short fiction in college. Now that I’ve spent hundreds of hours creating worlds no one has yet seen, with characters who seem as real as my friends, who in this last book I feel like I’ll be following more than writing, I appreciate those creative souls who came before me. Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, One Hundred Years of Solitude. Just single people hunched over a writing desk, pecking away.

My goal is to finish the first draft by summer 2023. Hopefully this next winter I’ll have the chance to travel to the Marshall Islands in Micronesia where much of the first book takes place, and add to my research with real faces and names and smells. I’ve lived in many of the places I’m writing about, but doing justice to the cultures not my own requires incredible care. I want to get the details right, and my hope is to partner with cultural organizations for a first look sensitivity read on related parts of the books.

There’s also the fear of spending so much time working on something…that might not be very good. The story might feel overstuffed. The writing might feel flat. My attempts to bring complex characters from different backgrounds might read as gimmicky. Writing gorgeous prose in addition to a compelling story is so tough! Young adult writers have it easier; the bar is significantly lower. I’ve been working to try and root my definition of success in just bringing this to completion. To be sure, I’m going to iterate the hell out of it, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be satisfied with the final result as it sits in my head now. I have to be okay with that.

[emmajh97-mumaji]

"YOUR TWIN SISTER BETRAYED ME! YOUR DAMN SEMBLANCE KILLED SUMMER! And now my daughters are dead because YOU FAILED TO PROTECT THEM!"

"T-tai I--"

"GET OUT, QROW. I never want to see your face again."

Taiyang Xiao Long had never regretted saying something so much in his entire life.

It had been weeks since Qrow had come by to tell him Ruby and Yang were gone... but Tai was still haunted by how devastated Qrow looked as he left.

Tai had been extremely upset... overcome with sorrow and hate... it made sense to lash out. However, that didn't make the guilt any less heavy...

Tai knew none of those words were true. Raven may have left him, but Qrow had proved to be the most loyal friend Tai had ever known. Qrow's snarky attitude was infuriating and he was certainly a bad influence... but when Summer died he went out of his way to help raise Ruby and Yang.

It was evening... Tai sat in the kitchen, bathed in moonlight from an open window...

Qrow was probably all the way in Vacuo now... And as he stared down at the table, Tai finally realized... there went the only family he had left.

Then... Out of the corner of his eye... Tai noticed the dark shadow of a bird come towards him.

Tai: (hopeful) Qrow...?

Tai looked up as he heard the 'pwoof' of a transformation-

Tai: ...oh.

Standing before him was Raven Branwen. His hopefulness immediately faded.

Tai: ......it's you.

Raven: (sarcasm) I missed you too, sweetheart.

Tai: What do you want, Raven?

Raven: I don't want anything... I just thought you might like to know about your daughters.

Tai's face filled with suspicion as he rose a brow.

Tai: ...what are you talking about?

Raven: The girls are still alive, Tai.

Tai went wide-eyed.

What did she just say? Yang and Ruby were alive?!

But wait. This was Raven he was talking to. His expression became jaded as he glared at her.

Tai: ...messing with my emotions is a new low for you.

Raven: I'm not joking, Tai.

Tai was caught off guard again.

Tai: But... where?! And how do you know?!

Raven: My portals, you idiot. I have one for Yang, remember?

Tai: (JUMPING UP from his seat) Take me to them!!

Raven was startled by that-! It took her a few seconds to calm down and remove her hand from her sword hilt.

Raven: I can't.

Tai: Why not?! Your protals can take you literally anywhere on Remnant--

Raven: They AREN'T ON REMNANT, Tai.

Tai took a beat to process that, then glared.

Tai: That's bullshit-!

Raven: (glares back) I'm telling you the truth!

She grabbed her sword, and swiftly opened a portal behind her--

Raven: See for yourself.

Tai ran over and inspected it... the red swirling energy was unstable, wobbling violently. It stung him when he tried to go through it! But... he could hear them... the words were incoherent from the distortion, but those were definitely Yang and Ruby's voices!

Tai: But if they aren't on Remnant... where are they?!

Raven: My guess? ...they're stuck in the same realm where Old Man Oz kept the Relics.

Tai was exhilarated. For the first time in ages he felt hope again. Like there was something he could do to bring his family back-!

Tai: If that's so, then... we should be able to go save them!

Raven: (disgusted look) We...?

Tai: (annoyed) Oh, I'm sorry, I meant *I* can go save them. I keep forgetting you don't care about your own daughter.

Raven: I'm just being realistic.

Tai: So am I! You said you opened the Haven Vault, right? We can just walk in through there!

Raven: And get ourselves lost on in some mysterious realm with who knows what dangers awaiting us?!

Raven: No Tai-- I'm staying here and watching over my tribe, like a rational person.

Tai: (hisses) Fine..! Then I'll find someone else to come with me!

Raven laughed mockingly at him.

Raven: Who? In case you forgot, the entire world is currently being besieged by Salem's forces!

Taiyang grew anxious. All he cared about was seeing his daughters again.

Tai: Huntsmen and huntresses are gathering at Shade, I'm sure I could find someone there who will--

Raven: Someone? You're going to trust your life, the lives of your daughters, to some random huntress?!

Tai: If that's the only choice I have!

Raven: It's not, Tai.

Tai glared at her. She took the hint, continuing-

Raven: There IS a huntsman who would be willing to help you. Someone with experience scouting and searching for people. Someone strong enough to take on even ME in battle... well, when I'm not using my power, anyway~

Tai gave her a look of curious confusion. Raven sighed, frustrated that he wasn't getting the hint yet.

Raven: He's the only other man I know who would be foolish enough to sacrifice the fate of the entire world... for the sake of Ruby and my daughter.

Tai felt a pit start to form in his stomach... He finally realized who she was talking about.

Raven smiled sadistically at his face, and twisted the knife--

Raven: ...and you told him you never wanted to see him again.

Tai swallowed the lump in his throat. With a sigh he looked over at Raven-

Tai: So you were listening in that time?

Raven: It was hard not to hear, when you were yelling so loudly. (smirks) My favorite part was you blaming my dear twin for the death of Summ-

Tai: (cutting her off) OKAY!! I get it! Look- are you going to make me a portal to Qrow, or what?

Raven looks Tai over, admiring his pajamas-

Raven: Aren't you a bit underdressed to be going to Vacuo right now?

Tai: (groans) YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!

Raven chuckled, giving him a terse nod before turning away and walking over to the window.

Raven: ...I'll be back in three days. Be ready.

And with a puff of feathers, she was gone.

...

Afternoon, three days later...

Raven: Tai.

Tai: What?

Tai stopped right as he was about to step through the portal.

Tai had already taken care of everything. Port and Oobleck would help teach his classes at Signal. Some neighbors on Patch would watch over the house and dogsit Zwei. He had all his desert exploration supplies prepared. New haircut, new gear-- the only thing in his way was his ex interrupting him.

Raven looked him square in the eyes for a solid minute.

Raven: ...I am no traitor.

Tai took a few second to process that... then his eyes widened-

Tai: Is that SERIOUSLY the only reason you're helping m--?!

But before he could finish, a gust of wind pushed him through the portal, which then closed behind him!

Tai stumbled out into what appeared to be some sort of sandy-colored diner.

Tai: --me?! ...Ugh.

Tai sighed. He could deal with Raven later.

For now...

...there was someone he wanted to apologize to.

#rwby #Future STRQ AU #taiyang xiao long #RWBY Tai #raven branwen #qrow branwen #STRQ #team strq #taiqrow #Taiyang x Qrow #taiyang x raven #Qrow x Tai #rwby fanfiction #fireball #emmajh97's posts

[random-thought-depository]

It occurs to me that one relatively sympathetic aspect of these people might be that, their founding population having been abducted as small children and raised by an inhuman monster, they might lack a lot of the stupid prejudices that regular humans in a low-tech setting are likely to have if real history is any guide.

Think about what’s going to happen with that first generation. It sounds to me like the dragon abducts them when they’re very young, the better to brainwash them. The dragon is probably both ignorant of and uninterested in a lot of human culture, it just wants to raise up some dragon-worshipping brainwashed thralls. Which is probably going to be bad in a lot of ways, but it also means the transmission chains of a lot of stupid prejudices get broken. There’s no-one around to tell those kids that darker-skinned people are inferior. There’s no-one around to stigmatize left-handedness and force the left-handed ones to hide being left-handed. There’s no-one around to socialize them into complicated and rigid gender roles and tell them men should be in charge. There’s no-one around to tell them they shouldn’t share a washing bowl with a Cagot. There’s no-one around to tell them some people are Untouchables and karmically deserving of low status and suffering and you should take a ritual bath if one of them touches you. The dragon probably doesn’t even know about half that stuff and doesn’t care about most of the other half. The dragon might actually actively discourage a lot of prejudices like this if they do show up, because they’d interfere with its human stock being efficient thralls (“You’re telling me you want to reduce the military effectiveness and productivity of my dragon cult because you don’t want to share tools with people who have a particular surname? Yeah, no, we’re not doing that; any tool that is not personal property belongs to me and will be used by any of my thralls who is doing work that requires it”).

What happens when these kids reach puberty? The dragon probably wants its dragon cult making babies, so it’s probably going to tell them how baby-making works and make it clear it expects them to make some new thralls for it sooner or later, but as long as the thralls are making approximately the right number of babies and aren’t killing each other it probably won’t care much about the details. So... These people are going to start experiencing attraction to each other and sometimes falling in love with each other, and... Some of them are going to fall in love with people of the same sex, and there’s no-one around to tell them homosexuality is wrong. Some of them are going to fall in love with more than one person, and there’s no-one around to tell them they aren’t allowed to have multiple partners, and there’s no-one around to tell them that people who already have a partner are “taken” and off-limits, and there’s no-one around to tell them that if you’re a man another man having sex with your female partner is a huge deadly insult to your honor. The original write-up talks about dragons selectively breeding their human thralls, so there might be significant reproductive control and coercion happening, but it’s probably pretty orthogonal to the sort that happens in patriarchal societies.

This is simplifying in ways that might paint an over-optimistic picture. Even small children may have picked up some prejudices from the societies they spent their first years in. And some of that stuff might get reinvented. Children often detect and react with hostility to difference even without much or any prompting from adults, and I suspect some prejudices of this sort are ultimately rooted in that sort of reflexive xenophobia. And I think at least a rough “men do more of the fighting and heavy labor, women do more of the child-care and less strength-intensive work” division of labor is probably going to emerge, because it’s a natural and logical reaction to physical sex differences in a low-tech context. Though on that note, I can think of a few factors that might work to keep dragon cults more gender-equal than regular human societies:

Dragons likely won’t want their cults getting too numerous. A numerous cult would be harder to control and more likely to develop power centers independent of the dragon. Dragon cults would also be more secure against external threats than other human groups of their size, because they’ve got a giant fire-breathing monster on their side, so they wouldn’t have as much pressure to make sure they’ve got lots of fighters to defend their land (though the dragon would likely be a “tall poppy,” it’s likely that lots of people will want to kill it to stop its depredations and plunder its hoard and have the glory of defeating it, so that’ll partly cancel that out). Put this together, dragon cults might be at least a little less pro-natalist than their regular human neighbors. I mean, they’ll probably still have big families by modern standards because of how many people die young in low-tech societies, they’ll probably still need to have 3-5 children per couple just for replacement rate, but this might make at least a little difference. And high birth rates, large families, and pro-natalism are an important load-bearing pillar of strong gender roles; it’s not an accident that we started treating women a lot better after we invented or popularized vaccination, antibiotics, indoor plumbing, and birth control pills (the first three things made high birth rates unnecessary and even undesirable, the last thing made low birth rates easier to maintain). Compared to other human women, dragon cult women might have more time and energy to devote to things that aren’t making and raising babies.

I think dragon cults are also likely to be socially hierarchical but economically communalistic, with little private property and relatively high social mobility. From the original write-up it sounds like dragons want totalitarian control over their cults, so they won’t want their cults to have power centers independent of the dragon. Dynastic families and sizeable accumulations of private property are power centers independent of the dragon, so the dragon will discourage their formation. In low-tech male privilege societies powerful families and stable inherited property are major bulwarks of patriarchy; they make it important who your father is, and they make it important to avoid family instability that may result in division of the property or otherwise endanger the family’s claim to the property. If patrilineal descent chains don’t matter much, women are likely to have more sexual freedom and by knock-on effects of that more freedom in general and are under less pressure to marry early and produce lots of potential heirs for their husbands.

Finally, the write-up mentioned dragons selectively breeding their human thralls for size and strength, and maybe implied also selectively breeding them for precocious physical maturity. If they’re doing that, dragons might also selectively breed their thralls for reduced sexual dimorphism. From the dragon’s point of view, why wouldn’t you want to double your pool of potential strong fighters? So after two or twenty centuries of selective breeding dragon cult women might have size and upper body strength a lot closer to males. Dragon cults would probably still have some kind of “men do more of the fighting and women do more of the work compatible with having a baby or child in close proximity” gendered division of labor, but reducing sexual dimorphism would tend to weaken gendered divisions of labor and hence gender roles in general.

I mean, we’re talking about a creepy high-control cult here. And “nobody was there to tell them...” would definitely have potential dark sides, like “nobody was there to tell them rape and incest are wrong” and “nobody was there to tell them that an adult shouldn’t casually slap around or beat up a child when they’re angry at them.” They’d probably develop some taboos on that sort of stuff just to keep their society somewhat functional, and the dragon would probably give them rules against the aspects of that sort of behavior that might lower their efficiency as thralls or endanger the viability of the dragon cult, but “basically functional levels of rape, incest, and casual physical abuse of children” might look pretty horrifying (though given what a lot of actual historical societies looked like I’m not sure they’d really be worse on the rape and casually beating up their children fronts than their non-dragon cult neighbors). So this isn’t going to be any kind of utopia. If dragon cultists showed up in a story they’d probably be bad guys. But, like:

“And because they serve dragons, they sometimes get the good stuff. Picture a 15- year-old kid with the physique of Conan, wearing the golden armor of ancient kings and armed with magic spears. The kid is also illiterate, covered in fleas, and thinks that humans were created by dragons.”

I suggest that this kid might be a girl, who has a girlfriend and a boyfriend, in a world where a female person being a warrior and interacting on a footing of easy familiarity and equality with rough violent men and having multiple partners is very much not a regular thing in most human societies. And while from one point of view this person is a brainwashed slave of a giant fire-breathing mammal-like reptile, she can look forward to having a lot more personal freedom than most non-dragon cult women (e.g. the 15 year old farmer’s daughter whose father and older brother she just eviscerated). Would fit into: “And its not hard fascism either.  Their barbarian tribes don't chafe at the collar.  They've believe in their dragon.  And when you stand in front of a dragon, you can see why.” If that girl has some idea of how much less freedom and power she’d probably have if she’d been born into one of the surrounding more normal human societies, that knowledge surely cements her loyalty to her dragon. It’d make the whole thing more insidious in a way.

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Aside: the one thing that kind of bugged me about the Goblin Punch post is where it says dragon cultists “never build cities or roofs.” So what do they do when it rains, or is freezing cold, or burning hot? I’m interpreting this as they live in tent-like structures and don’t build permanent houses with thick walls, cause otherwise that bit is just grimderp.

#Goblin Punch #writing ideas #fantasy #dragons #cw: cults #cw: spiritual abuse #cw: child abuse #cw: rape #cw: violence #cw: kind of implication of a 15 year old having a sex life

[suituuup]

crushing it

A day in the life of Bechloe with triplets and a seven-year-old. For the lovely @snowonebutyou as a birthday gift <3

rated: G

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Mornings in the Beale-Mitchell household are often chaotic. 

(who is Beca kidding. Always. Always chaotic.) 

When Abigail turned three, Chloe and Beca decided they wanted to have another baby. 

To their utter shock, it wasn’t one heartbeat that showed up on the ultrasound, but three. 

Three babies. Triplets. 

Following a few hours of panic (mostly on Beca’s end, because she would be the one birthing them), Chloe reminded Beca that they were the best team, and that they would, in Amy’s words, crush it. 

Fast forward four and a half years, Beca does believe they’re crushing it, even if it’s hectic from waking-up to drop-off and from pick-up to bedtime. 

Honestly, though? Beca wouldn’t change it for the world. 

“Mama, I’m lost!”

Beca glances over her shoulder to find Jacob struggling to put on her sweater as his head is stuck in the sleeve. 

She chuckles, abandoning Jamie for a second to crawl on all-fours over to her other son. “Hold on, baby.” She pulls on the sleeve and twists the sweater, Jacob’s head popping through in the right hole this time. “There you are. Now put your pants on, quick! We don’t wanna be late for school.” 

“Mamaaaaa!” Eleanor, the youngest of the tribe and by far the most mischievous one, zooms into the room from the bathroom. “My teeth are all brushed!”

Beca manages to bite back the f-word when she realizes Ellie also smeared toothpaste all over her top. She doesn’t want to stomp on her daughter’s pride by scolding her for being messy when she accomplished a task all by herself, and takes a deep, centering breath. 

“Good job. We might wanna change your top, though.” She pushes to her feet, rummaging through the dresser top drawer for something clean. “Here you go.” 

“That’s Jamie’s!” Eleanor cries, pouting. “It’s got a dinosaur on it, Mama!” 

“Yeah well lucky you, because dinosaurs are really cool.” 

That seems acceptable for Ellie, who accepts to switch without further argument. 

“Alright, let’s brush our teeths boys and go downstairs!” 

While one of them gets the triplets ready for school, the other puts their lunch boxes together and cleans up breakfast. 

“All good?” Chloe asks when they round the corner to the kitchen a few minutes later. 

Beca huffs, making a bee-line for the counter to take a much-needed sip from her coffee. Great, it’s cold. She grimaces and sets the mug down. “Ugh.” 

“I poured fresh one in your travel mug,” Chloe lets her know with a soft wink as she gives each triplet their backpack containing their lunches.  

Beca groans, snagging it. “I love you.” 

“Love you, too.” Chloe pecks Beca’s lips before calling upstairs, “Abigail, time to go!” 

“Alright monsters, shoes.” Beca ushers the triplets to the entryway where their shoes are stored. 

“I do it, Mama,” Jamie says, because they’ve obviously got time to practice shoe lacing this morning. 

Summoning the patience she definitely didn’t have before becoming a mom, Beca smiles, observing. She’s gotta admit, Jamie sticking his tongue out in concentration is adorable. “Cross, loop, loop and tie. Good job!” 

She high fives him, then grabs their three coats, handing them over. Their oldest appears and quickly puts her shoes on, standing on the tip of her toes to unhook her coat herself. 

“Alright, let’s roll, fam!” Once Chloe’s kissed each child goodbye, they step out of the house and pile into the van (yep, they’ve got a van now) with only two minutes behind schedule. 

“Mama play the song!” Eleanor requests once Beca’s pulled out of their driveway. 

Their children have impeccable taste in music, much to Beca’s pride. Ellie’s been obsessed with Lizzo’s Truth Hurts lately though, which… does include a few bad words and which landed Beca and Chloe a meeting with her Kindergarten teacher after Ellie apparently belted out “Turns out I’m a hundred percent that bitch” during recess. 

Later that day, Beca explained to their four-year-old daughter that the word bitch shouldn’t be said in public, even through song. 

They make it to school on time, Beca pulling up in the drop off section and watching her kids step out. “See you tonight guys, love you!” 

She enjoys the ten minutes of relative quiet over the drive to the office, contentedly sipping at her coffee as she hums along to the radio. After parking in her spot in front of the studio, she checks her phone to find a message from her wife. She chuckles, her cheeks warming up as she reads Chloe’s words. 

My love

Didn’t have time to tell you, but you’re rocking that work suit 🥵

Beca

Oh yeah? 

My love

Any chance you can stop by the clinic for lunch and… entertain me? 

Beca

Jesus, woman. 

I would, but today’s packed with meetings. 

I’ll make it up to you once the kids are asleep 😉

My love

Fine, I guess I’ll settle for that, then. Have a good day. Love you!

Smiling to herself, Beca replies with the same sentiment. 

Her work day is busy with meetings left and right and finishing up a project to meet the deadline, and Beca’s brain has turned to mush by the time she steps through the threshold of their home at the end of the day, a bit later than usual. 

Jacob, the most affectionate of their four kids greets her with a much-needed hug when she rounds the living room corner. Beca closes her eyes and inhales his shampoo, his hair still slightly damp from bath time. 

Bless her wife for handling the pre-dinner routine all by herself. 

“Thank you baby. Mama really needed that.” She lets him go, walking over to where Ellie and Jamie are playing on the floor and kissing each forehead. “Hey munchkins.” 

Abigail is coloring at the table while Chloe stirs something at the stove when Beca ventures into the kitchen next. She cards her fingers through her daughter’s red hair. “Hey baby. Whatcha drawing?” 

“Flowers,” the seven-year-old replies as she reaches for a different crayon. 

“Very pretty,” Beca says, bending down to kiss her head as well. She steps up to Chloe, wrapping her arms around her waist from behind. “Hey you.” 

Chloe leans back against her briefly. “Hi. Busy day?” 

“So busy. Thanks for handling everything by yourself, babe.” She brushes a kiss to Chloe’s cheek, squeezing her waist as she steps away. “Can I do anything to help?” 

“It’s almost ready so just get the kids to wash up?” 

Dinner is mostly entertained by their kids talking about the activities they did at school. Following a bit of playtime, both she and Chloe head upstairs to put them to bed. Abigail handles herself now, but she does still like for one of her moms to read her a story. 

“Mama?” She asks as soon as Beca closes the book to set it back on the shelf. 

“Yeah baby?” 

“What’s it like to be in love?” 

Beca blinks in shock, far from expecting that question from her seven-year-old. She supposes it’s better than the where do babies come from? bomb, but still. 

“Um, well…” she clears her throat, shifting so that she’s facing Abigail as opposed to sitting beside her. She thinks about her wife, and tries to put how she feels in clear words. “Basically, it’s… thinking about that person all the time, and feeling safe and really happy and… at home whenever you’re around them.”

“And you wanna kiss?” 

Beca purses her lips for a moment. “Um, sure. You may want to kiss them if you’re in love with them.” 

Abigail seems to mull that over for a little while. “Benjamin kissed me today, does that mean he’s in love with me?” 

Jesus Christ. Beca really wishes Chloe was here right now to handle this conversation. 

“No, not necessarily,” she says once she’s gathered her bearings. “People kiss other people without being in love. It might just be… an attraction, like, thinking someone is pretty.” 

Abigail grins. “I think he’s handsome.” 

Watching her seven-year-old daughter swoon over some boy is very unsettling and something Beca was definitely not ready for for another ten years at least. 

“So you wanted him to kiss you, then?” Beca asks tentatively to make sure that boy didn’t force Abigail to kiss him. 

Abigail nods. “It was cool.” 

Cool. Cool. Cool?! 

Beca sucks in a breath, mustering a smile. “Okay, as long as you agreed to it, that’s fine. You know that if a boy or a girl wants to kiss or hug you and you don’t want to, it’s okay to say no, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good.” She bends down to kiss Abigail’s forehead. “Anything else before I go?” 

“Nope. Night, Mama.” 

“Goodnight, baby.” 

She tucks the covers up to Abigail’s chin and hits the main light on her way out, her brain reeling as she heads back downstairs. She finds Chloe folding a load of laundry on the couch with the TV on low, and lowers herself beside her. 

“What’s wrong?” She asks immediately, frowning at Beca’s expression. 

Beca clears her throat. “Our daughter is apparently… kissing boys.” 

“Which one?” 

“Abigail,” Beca hisses, shocked that Chloe would think that Ellie is old enough to be kissing anyone. 

Chloe simply smiles, picking up a pair of toddler jeans from the basket and folding them. “She’s seven, it’s pretty normal for her to explore those things.” 

Beca squints. “How old were you?” 

“About that age, I think. It was just a tiny peck.” She tosses the jeans on the folded pile and picks up another item. “My first real kiss was at thirteen.” 

“Who was it?” 

Chloe laughs, cocking an eyebrow. “What is this, an interrogatory?” 

“No, I’m just curious, I guess.” She shrugs, grabbing a towel from the basket to fold it. 

“His name was Jeremy. Too much tongue. Did not kiss him again.” 

“Ew. What is it with dudes and tongue?”

Chloe giggles. “Beats me.” She eyes her wife. “Who was yours?” 

“My neighbor Trevor. I was fifteen.” Beca closes her eyes and shudders exaggeratedly. “If I could erase it from my memory I would.” 

“Good thing you’re married to an excellent kisser to make up for the trauma, huh?” Chloe smirks and waggles her eyebrows, pulling a chuckle from Beca. 

“Dude, not to boost your ego even more or anything, but that first kiss sent me into another dimension. I just about forgot my own name.” 

“Aww. You were still a useless baby gay back then. Discovering the power of women.” 

“Shut up,” Beca mutters, shoving her wife as she flushes. She eyes the basket and groans. “How do we have so much laundry?” 

“Four kids, babe.” 

Beca sighs, then glances at Chloe, a smirk curving her lips. “Wanna leave it for tomorrow and make out?” 

Chloe’s on top of her before she can register it, muffling her squeak of laughter with a heated kiss. 

#bechloe #bechloe fic #beca mitchell #chloe beale

[hws-cernunnos]

Following an advice given by my friend @flamaflavio I've decided to dedicate a series of posts on Northern Italy(because there's a serious lack of them in the fandom:(),whether they might be about culture,history,folklore,stereotypes(could be an interesting addition to characterization)or misconceptions*? Maybe even cuisine ahah

In this post I'll expain what we intend for North Italy, why it doesn't line up perfectly with canon and most importantly why Feli gets called "Italy" way more often than Mano.

Let's start by stating that in our country by North Italy we mean the regions of: Aosta Valley (Valle d'Aosta), Emilia-Romagna, Friuli-Venezia Giulia, Liguria(the region your girl's from), Lombardy(Lombardia), Piedmont (Piemonte), Veneto and Trentino Alto-Adige.

So you might ask me, why is it that in Hetalia Chibitalia has been shown as Florence as well??? Is it a mistake made by Hima?? Yes.. But actually no ahah! In this post I'll cover how we came to such a perception of the North in our country and why Tuscany and the rest of Central Italy, isn't included in it and doesn't consider themselves part of it :D

I won't talk about all history until nowadays of course (I'll definitely make future historical posts) I'll simply give you basic information based on early history to have an understanding of how us italians divide our country and why in canon other nations refer to Feliciano as Italy more commonly than they do with Romano(it is indeed based in history, it's not mean spirited!!).

So during the centuries prior to romanization North Italy was inhabited by a different bunch of cultures, among them the long haired Ligures(whose origin is unsure,Celtic?? Or simply celtified by their neighbors uhmm?? Talking about them in detail would take a whole ass post) the Veneti who were known for their commerce of amber and horse breeding, the Etruscans who, coming from Tuscany, colonised parts of the North and founded cities such as Bologna and in a later period a swarm of Gaulish tribes(generally referred to as the Celts).

The latter(most likely the Insubres) founded Milan in 590 BC, naming it Medhelan(the place in the middle of the plain, or among rivers) or Mediolanum as the Roman would call it later(Meśiolano as a Celtic engraving informs us) keep Milan in mind we'll come back to her later. Their domain extended from the Alps to the Adriatic sea.

This would be stopped by roman conquest that would culminate in 194 BC in the foundation of a province under the name of Gallia Cisalpina**,Cisalpine Gaul, id est Gaul on the hither side of the Alps(from the Romans point of view) that pretty much contained the regions which nowadays we consider North Italy.

The area became one of the most influential and rich provinces in the empire and it's strategic role is emphasized by the fact that in 286 the capital of the Western Roman Empire is moved from Rome to,guess where, Milan the main city in Gallia Cisalpina(and later on in Ravenna from 402 to the fall).

Is this why Grandpa is shown to leave poor Romano behind in canon in favour of his little brother??? Most likely!!! Btw if you're interested in the subject you should totally check out jjblue's Italia Annonaria (baby Feli) and Italia Suburbicaria (baby Mano) profiles on DA.

It's really unfair that the other characters call only Feliciano Italy:/ It's actually not true, as my friend flama has talked about in one her posts both Germany and America have called him Italy in the past. The fact that this behavior hurts Romano is long lasting misunderstanding in the fandom: he really doesn't care.

What annoys him it's that he's often referred to as "Italy's older brother" but not because he's Italy as well, but because that takes away his individuality: he's peeved by the fact he's only considered in relation to his brother, he's Romano besides being Feliciano's older brother ahah.

If his identity as Italy truly mattered to him he would have some kind of reaction out of being called Italy, especially by someone he has a bad relationship with like Germany, but he was left completely indifferent by that. I've often seen fanfictions where he's moved to tears by such action by it actually seems like he doesn't mind. He just wants people to understand he has a persona outside being Feli's big brother ahah.

There's actually a reason why Feli is "Italy" and it has been actually brought up recently in the fandom. Let's go back to history ahah.

A germanic general named Odoacer overthrew the last Roman Emperor, whose name for some reason I always found funnee, Romulus Augustulus.

Now the Eastern Roman Empire was having none of that and decided to invite Theodoric the Great of the Ostrogoths to rule over Italy under their approval(btw if you'll ever visit Ravenna do check out Sant'Apollinare Nuovo and Theodoric's Mausoleum). Ostrogothic rule was short lived (lasted pretty much Theodoric's reign) but greatly improved the economy and the arts. . . Too good to be true of course, because Justinian I(Eastern Roman emperor)decided he wanted to revive the glory ™ of the empire and this brings us to Gothic Wars.

Italy, especially the North, was left devastated by them, as they brought death(duh),poverty and were accompanied by a good dose of famine and plague. Byzantine rule wouldn't last long as a Germanic tribe***, the Lombards, took advantage of their weakness and took over italy and gave birth to a reign, which had Pavia as capital.

Said reign was called Langobardia, in particular North and Central Italy were named Langobardia Maior(The great Langobardia), which is the name under which North italy would be known as for a good part of the middle age and that gives the name to the modern region Milan and Pavia are located, Lombardia/Lombardy.

For example Boccaccio in his Decameron(in particular in the first novella) uses Lombards when referring to Italian merchants because that's the name they were given even if most of them came from Piedmont and Tuscany.

Lombard language and culture slowly was assimilated into the previous one and that can be seen in names, words and laws created in that period. This came to an end in 774 when Charles the Great, king of the Franks(and future Holy Roman Emperor), conquered Pavia and annexed the Lombard kingdom... Under the name of Kingdom of Italy!

So in other words the reason why our boy is the one who's called Italy the most is because he's simply been "Italy" for longer or more specifically for more than once(as I explain in the notes:)!!). Mano on the other hand would have most likely known as Kingdom of Sicily, Kingdom of Naples or Kingdom of the two Sicilies :). And I'm very much sure he would have been proud of such identity.

But what about central Italy??? You see the Papal States forged a document the Donation of Constantine, according to which Emperor Constantine assured Pope Silvester I(in 321) and his successors the exclusive domain over the city of Rome(btw Rome isn't part of southern Italy!!the fact South Italy is called Romano is really weird and so is North Italy as Veneziano ngl). This gave the Church access to "temporal power",id est material power and with it came territorial power. And so little by little (with the exception of Tuscany that flourished on it's own) it ate up the whole of Central Italy, which would develop a linguistic group, a culture and history of its own.

And that's pretty much what you need to know to understand Hetalia's confusing lore ahah. It's not everything I could go on explaining the era of the Commons and the Renaissance and go all through medieval and modern history to make you fully grasp it but I think it's enough for today:D let me know if you want me to talk about the subjects I mentioned in detail and if you want me to go on. Read the notes :)!!!

*I've often seen Feli wearing tarantella clothes, because it's probably assumed as the italian™ traditional dance and the music is misused in videos about Italy(all of Italy!!)when it's really characteristic of the South:)! Would be nice to see more fan arts of Mano in those garments lol really nice

**Napoleon would found in the 18th century the Cisalpine Republic in North Italy, a sister republic of France, that would later become known as the Italian Republic and then the (napoleonic!!!)Kingdom of Italy:) not to be confused with the Kingdom of Italy that would be born on the 17th of March 1861,ring a bell ahah???Read Hetalia's Risorgimento strips if you want to know about that:)))Milan djdbdb was once again the capital of all these.

***considering Romano is stated to have Arabic blood which is definitely brought by the moorish occupation, I'd assume Feli's Germanic one has to do with daddy Lombards. The longobards ruled over the South as well so ehhh, but hey it's Hima we're talking about. Genetics work in a weird way in hetalia, they're like acquired??? Hima explains that Canada, America and Seychelles don't have England's bushy eyebrows because of France's influence. Wtf. Oh btw if you might be interested in the Lombards' origin in Historia Langobardorum Paulus Diaconus informs us they came from Scania(a region in Sweden) and the settled in "Scoringa".

#I've been feeling down lately and needed a distraction #hope y'all will like it #in any case i enjoyed doing this :) #aph north italy #hws north italy #aph italy #hws italy #aph south italy #hws south italy

[zukkaloo]

Moon!Sokka ramblings:

Imagine if the southern tribes were taken in by the Northern tribes when the raids started, taking that power from the fire nation and fortifying themselves and merging the tribes and families.

This happens back before Katara and sokka were born. Maybe when kya was pregnant with sokka she was injured during their travels. When they reached the north, she was in labor and sokka was a stillborn or whatever. They do the yue deal and beg the moon spirit to give him life.

(Alternate concept: then the ocean spirit gives life to yue and she has black hair? )

That or yue isn’t the one who is a stillborn.

Regardless. Sokka and Katara mostly grow up in the north. The tribes merge and hakoda is a ‘brother’ to the chief. This helps them all look stronger. So yue and sokka and Katara all grow up in the royal palace or whatever the water tribe equivalent is. Hakoda and other water benders go out randomly to do battle and they have been trying to protect the air temple that isn’t too far by? Idk i like the idea of event chains that cause a ripple effect.

The story begins after a few years of silence from the fire nation. When the letter comes, everyone is confused and kind of in disbelief. It is a diplomatic letter basically stating that they would like to send their prince to the water tribe to ‘learn the customs of their neighbor’ and maybe mentioning the potential for a marriage alliance between the two young royalchildren. Yue is taken aback. She is betrothed. Sokka doesn’t like the idea at all. He has become very protective of yue. Since they grew up together he kind of has come to terms with having fallen out of love and into a more familial love. Like twelve year old sokka thought he was in love. Current sokka does not think the same.

He is technically the cousin of princess yue but everyone is adamant that the southern water tribe will rise again one day, but they still are not high enough in numbers to really return home. That being said, sokka and yue attend a lot of political stuff together since he is the son of the chief and all. He would be a prince if the southern tribe ascribed to a monarchy or whatever idk

So politically sokka is pretty aware of what is going on.

When zuko arrives he is kind of torn between wanting to be a big brother type of character and also kind of excited to talk to someone his age that is kind of in the same boat in terms of royalty, though zuko is fire nation and they lost a lot of people to fire nation.

Sokka doesn’t interact a whole lot in the beginning. He does find himself making eye contact with zuko semi regularly during meetings and meals, and if he sees him he definitely tries to make idle conversation.

There ends up being some kind of problem after his second week there. He was supposed to stay for a month, which is time to get settled, get up to speed, do diplomatic stuff, get situated to leave and so forth.

Maybe on his second week he gets a letter and he seems quite upset bout it. Sokka only knows because the letter came with a ship and on that ship was zuko’s uncle, who seemed nice enough… but when he brought the message to zuko (personally, by entering zukos room and shutting the door) sokka had heard the sounds of pots or something breaking, and iroh trying to soothe his distressed nephew. Sokka hasn’t seen zuko actually lose his temper— even though he is quick to outburst from certain kinds of teasing, zuko is actually surpsingingly laid back.

Sokka wants to know what is bugging zuko so he goes to yue and he’s like pst yue when you go on one of your arranged dates with zuko can you give him the slip so i can come in and snoop. And yue knows zuko likes sokka cuz zuko is always asking about him and when they go by the courtyard during martial arts training, zuko is never looking at her. She is down for this, even though she doubts sokka is aware of his own feelings or zuko’s, she is gonna be the best wing man 😆

Sokka and Zuko get along in a way that they seem to read rather others energy easily. One knows when the other is getting worked up and both have spent lives with emotionally volatile sisters, so they diffuse conflicts a little more naturally. The first thing they end up heatedly arguing about is over a map, in which zuko’s recollection of a map they have doesn’t line up with that of sokka’s map and they go back and forth for a hot minute before sokka is all omg wait how old is this map LOLOL wait hang on and he’s got some old historical map that has kiyoshi island still as one island or something. Basically their banter got reallly heated but sokka was getting riled up in a good way. They kept getting closer together and when Zuko gets worked up his brain is practically steaming and his comebacks are terrible and sokka LOVES IT.

That’s all I have for now, I’ll add to it later if I think of more stuff 🤔

#zukka #moon!sokka #ramblings #fic idea #zuko #sokka #yue #yue sokka #avatar the last airbender #avatar

[lifeofresulullah]

The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): The Assignment of the Duty of the Prophethood and First Muslims

First Revelation is Sent Down

The 16th night of the month of Ramadan had passed.

The 17th of Ramadan was a Monday night.

The mount of Nour and everything around it were covered with a deep and significant quietness to be able to hear and listen to what would be said soon. Maybe, out of respect to the ones who would speak and listen to.

It was past midnight and almost dawn. The exceptional time when nightingales sing and roses give out pleasant scents with all their beauties. The extraordinary time when those who mention the names of Allah are enthused and attain endless pleasure!

Gabriel (may Allah be pleased with him), the angel of divine revelation, took the shape of a most beautiful human being and was quite delighted. The environment smelled wonderful. The manifestations of fear and hope, and excitement and peace were intertwined.

Gabriel (may Allah be pleased with him) was very joyful because he would meet the last Prophet, the Prophet of the prophets and he would talk face to face with the Sultan of Lawlaka, who would deserve the title, “the Beloved of Allah” with his belief, worship, contemplation and struggle.

The expected moment finally came.

Gabriel (may Allah be pleased with him) appeared before the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) in his human form, sending out divine radiance around in the dark night. He spoke to him in a loud but calming voice: “Read!”

The heart of the Master of the Universe was filled with wonder and fear. His heart shivered!

He answered: “I do not know how to read.”

Gabriel hugged him and held him tight; then, Gabriel released him, saying, “Read!”

The Master of the Universe gave the same answer, “I do not know how to read.”

Gabriel hugged him for the second time and held him tight; then, Gabriel released him, saying, “Read!”

The Master of the Universe said, “I do not know how to read. Tell me! What shall I read?”

Thereupon, the angel recited the first verses of the Surah of Al-Alaq from the beginning to the end, which, through Allah Almighty’s ordering, he was in charge of conveying to the Prophet (pbuh):

“Read in the name of your Lord Who created. He created man from a clot. Read: And your Lord is the Most Bounteous, Who taught (to write) with the pen, taught man what he knew not.” (Al-Alaq Surah, 96:1-5) 

The Master of the Universe (pbuh) was at the heights of excitement and amazement and recited what he heard word by word. The verses that came down became established both in his tongue and in his heart.

Gabriel, who fulfilled his task, disappeared suddenly.

“Cover Me!”

The Messenger of Allah (PBUH) shook with awe and excitement at having received a Divine revelation, left the cave, and went straight towards Mecca.

He encountered many peculiarities on the road. The mountains, rocks, and trees greeted him by saying, “Assalamu Alaykum Ya Rasullulah” (May peace be with you, oh Messenger) and congratulated him on his exalted duty.

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) arrived home. He had lost his breath in the face of the magnificence of this situation.

All he could say to his faithful wife, Hazrat Khadija Kubra, who anxiously greeted him was, “Cover me! Cover me!” 

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) who sought solitude at mount Hira was now in his home and was now alone with his thoughts.

He woke up a while later. Even if it was a very small amount, it was obvious that he had reached some level of comfort and peace. He narrated what had happened to Khadijah al-Kubra in detail and said,

“I am scared, O Khadijah! I am scared that I will be harmed!”

Those words of our Prophet definitely originated from his desire to feel safe regarding reaching the eternal happiness and honorable duty.

Hazrat Khadija possessed eminent capabilities as well as a level of understanding and discernment that qualified her to be the first wife of the most esteemed Prophet, whom she fully trusted. She affirmed the Master of the Universe’s (PBUH) wish about feeling safe with these words:

“There is no reason for you to feel any kind of fear or worry. Do not be sad, Allah will never embarrass a servant like you. I know that you always speak the truth. You perform duties that have been given to you and safeguard that which has been entrusted to you. You interact closely with your relatives. You treat your neighbors in a very kind and caring manner. You help the poor. You open your doors to strangers and entertain them as guests. You help the community during disasters and tribulations! Oh my Uncle’s Son, persevere. By Allah, I hope that you are this community’s prophet.” 

What did Waraqa say?

Doubtlessly, everything that had happened was not insignificant and did have some meaning.

It was up to Hazrat Khadija to learn by inquiring.

Whom could she go to? Who could understand these affairs? And whom could he trust in?

Hazrat Khadija thought for a long time and finally determined the person whom she would consult with: Her uncle’s son, Waraqa bin Nawfal.

Waraqa bin Nawfal was an elderly man and a Christian in the pure sense. His eyes could not see yet his heart was enlightened. He read the Bible and Torah and had learned many things from them both.

Without wasting time, Hazrat Khadija went to go see her uncle’s son with our Holy Prophet (PBUH).

Waraqa first listened to our Master (PBUH). As our Holy Prophet (PBUH) explained what had happened to him, Waraqa’s face was changing color. When our Master (PBUH) finished speaking, Waraqa exclaimed: “Quddus! Quddus! The angel that you saw is the Holy Spirit, Namus al-Akbar, that the Exalted Lord sent to Prophet Musa. You are this nation’s Prophet. Ah! If only I were younger so that I could be with you when you invited the community to the truth. And if only I could live long enough to be of help when the tribe expelled you from your homeland.” 

These expressions comforted both Hazrat Khadija and our Holy Prophet (PBUH) to some degree. However, there was one thing that our Holy Prophet (PBUH) did not understand: Why would the tribe expel him from his homeland?

Waraqa answered his question: “Yes, they are going to expel from you from here since whoever has received a revelation has been the recipient of hostility. If I am able to reach the day when you will invite the community to truth then I will help you in every way I can.” 

Waraqa bin Nawfal was speaking the truth - a reality that had to be exposed…

After this, our Holy Prophet (PBUH) and Hazrat Khadija left Waraqa bin Nawfal’s home.

REVELATION CEASES

Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) faced an incident called “the Suspension of Revelation.” after a while. It was evident that our Holy Prophet (PBUH) was greatly saddened and distressed by this break in the deliverance of revelation, an incident whose wisdom we cannot fully grasp and which has been more-or-so described in the following way: Our Holy Prophet (PBUH) was so distressed that the earth was becoming too tight for him and he wanted to be saved from its restraint. During this time, either Jibril (Gabriel) or Israfil  appeared to our Holy Prophet (PBUH) for the purpose of consoling him. 

The Messenger of Allah (PBUH) was faced with sadness for an exact forty–day period. Since the world is a center that is composed of an indefinite number of Divine wisdoms, everything that takes place within it undoubtedly has a purpose. Sometimes it is possible or impossible to catch the purpose behind these kinds of circumstances with the tiny measuring scales in our minds. However, not knowing their Divine wisdoms and reasons is not by any means proof that they are without wisdom and reason. Above all, it is not possible for a duty like prophethood, in which everything has been specially programmed by the pen of wisdom, to be insignificant. For this reason, there were many wisdoms and reasons behind the delay in the deliverance of revelation. However, we are not aware of them. There are many scholars who interpret this situation in various ways. Here is a summary of some of these views:

1) Allah’s Messenger (PBUH) greatly panicked in face of the first revelation and the heaviness of the situation had jolted his soul. This incident occurred so that his soul could find some peace, be rested and prepared for the forthcoming revelations.

2) Our Holy Prophet’s (PBUH) was being prepared for the burdens and tribulations that he was about to face.

3) The deliverance of revelation was delayed so that our Holy Prophet (PBUH) could long more deeply for the next revelation. 

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[choerrypuffs]

the element of substance.

pairing: earthbender!jeno x avatar!reader

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 5.2k

author’s note: jeno’s chapter to my 00 line x avatar series! also this is important - i wanted to clear some things up since i noticed a few of you were confused with jaemin’s chapter. this series is formatted like a dating game. you pick a route with a character (00 line) and then once you finish that route (the fic), you go back and pick another one. the stories have nothing to do with each other, like wiping clean the slate! (this message has also been posted on the masterlist to avoid further confusion)

additional: check out the art that the lovely and EXTREMELY talented steph ( @aqiaquas​ ) did for this fic here! 

Your journey to the Earth Kingdom has not been kind to you.

Everything is so dry, and for lack of a better word, so earthy. No matter how much water you drink, your throat still feels like sandpaper. The food you eat somehow always has the slight aftertaste of dirt. Plus, the weather is horrendous. Most people would enjoy it, since it’s a pleasant springtime warmth, but you’re from the North Pole. Winters are harsh, and summers are practically nonexistent there, which means any rise in temperature is absolute misery for you (you are dreading your eventual trip to the Fire Nation). 

You’re about a couple of hours away (by foot) from the Earth Kingdom’s capital, Ba Sing Se, where you will have to consult with the Earth King to find yourself an earthbending master. You don’t really know if marching into the most populated city out of all of the four nations, demanding a conference with the Earth King and asking for an earthbending master immediately is the best approach, but it’s not like you have any other idea or someone else to tell you otherwise. 

You’d never realized how awful it is to travel alone. Not having a person to just interact normally with is something you didn’t know you would miss so sorely. 

Currently, you’re in a neighboring harbor town to restock your supplies. The goal is to get to Ba Sing Se before the sun sets, which means you don’t have time to dilly-dally. Just as you hand over some coins to pay for your food, you feel a sharp shoulder crash into your own, making you stumble a few steps to the side. The coins are knocked out of your hand and fall onto the dock, some probably rolling off the dock and into the water. Clutching your throbbing shoulder, you turn around to glare at your perpetrators. 

“Hey!”

It’s a group of four brutish-looking thugs. Their stares are murderous as they hone in on you, like a pack of rabid wolves. However, you don’t back down. “Watch where you’re going, assholes. And if you won’t, then at least have the decency to apologize when you run into someone.”

The tallest one, bald and sporting a beer belly, takes a step toward you. As he snarls at you, he reveals two rows of rotting teeth. “What did you just say, bitch?” 

“I said, apologize,” you hiss back.

You can barely get the last word out before he seizes you by the collar and nearly crushes his nose against yours. His breath smells exactly how you expected it to smell―like a decomposing animal. Your eyes water at the stench, but you still manage to glare up at him. 

“You wanna fuckin’ die?” he screams in your face, spittle flying everywhere. 

Right when you’re about to create a giant wave and wash all four of them away, there’s suddenly a pale hand wrapped around the wrist of the thug. Taken aback, you can only gawk at the handsome stranger coming to your aid. The stranger’s hair is as black as midnight, just like his eyes. His expression is calm, but there’s something about his naturally piercing gaze that makes you feel slightly intimidated. 

The stranger forcibly removes the thug’s hand from your collar and throws him with such force that he flies toward his other three lackeys and hits them like a projectile. The four thugs are knocked out in a heap, like a pile of smelly dung. 

You feel your jaw drop at the stranger’s almost inhuman strength as he dusts his hands off like nothing happened. “That...that was amazing.”

There’s annoyance on his face as he turns to look at you. “It was getting in the way of business. Also, next time you cause a scene, could you do it in front of another stand?”

You feel your temper spike again. “Does everyone in this town just have terrible manners?”

The stranger opens his mouth to respond, but the elderly woman who had been working the food stand you were at comes up from behind him and smacks him hard across the head. “Jeno, stop being rude. This young lady has already been through enough today.” 

The stranger, Jeno, pouts like a child as he rubs the back of his head. The elderly woman smiles apologetically at you and hands you the bag of food you were planning on purchasing. “Here you are, my dear.”

“Thank you,” you say shyly, ducking your head in gratitude. “The money―” 

“Don’t worry about that. Think of it as an apology for my tactless grandson.” She waves you off.

Jeno rolls his eyes but doesn’t try to defend himself. However, you’re already on the ground, picking up the scattered coins. Once you count them, you realize one is missing. That was the last of your funds so you have no way of fully paying her back now. Frowning, you hand the elderly woman the coins that are left and walk over to the edge of the dock. 

“Give me just a second.”

You’re not sure how deep the water is, but luckily, there’s no current. Since the water is calm, the chances of the coin not being swept away into the ocean forever is still plausible. Taking a deep breath, you hope what you’re about to do works. 

You hold your palms out and slowly lift them. The water surrounding the dock rises with your hands, creating three walls of water around you. You lower your hands, but the water continues to ascend as you search for your coin. Despite your efforts, all you find are pebbles, weeds, and fish. 

Just as you’re about to give up, there’s a glint in the corner of your eye. When you turn, you see the missing coin drifting about, entangled with a weed. You plunge your arm into the water without hesitation and extract the coin out. You wipe it dry with the hem of your shirt, not at all bothered that your entire sleeve is dripping wet. Lifting your arms again, you gently bring the water back down, not even making a splash. Satisfied, you smile and walk back over to Jeno and his grandmother.

“There you go,” you say cheerily, holding out the last coin. 

The two are both staring at you with absolute astonishment. Jeno is a little more subtle about it, but his grandmother is gaping at you. And it’s not only them, everyone on the dock is staring at you. You suddenly wonder if it was such a good idea to bring so much attention to yourself because they will definitely have questions now. Even though you’re not trying to hide the fact that you’re the Avatar, you don’t exactly want to announce it to every place you go.

“So you’re a waterbender,” Jeno states flatly.

“How’d you know?” you ask sarcastically.

“It’s rare that we see a waterbender around here, and such a powerful one at that,” Jeno’s grandmother marvels. 

“Why are you here anyway?” Jeno asks, crossing his arms. “The Water Tribe isn’t exactly known for their sociability and penchant for traveling.” 

“I’m going to Ba Sing Se,” you answer vaguely. 

“For what?”

“Why is this any of your business?” you shoot back, mirroring him and crossing your arms as well.

“Because I’m also going to Ba Sing Se,” he responds. 

“What?” Your eyes widen.

“I’m going to pick up a new shipment of fruit,” he explains. “See how easy it is to tell someone your business when you have nothing to hide? You, on the other hand, haven’t even told us your name.”

You glare at him. “It’s Y/N. Sorry, I don’t like to tell assholes the story of my life.”

Jeno’s grandmother watches you two go back and forth, a scheming smile on her lips. She places her hands on both of your arms, making you turn to look at her. “Perfect! You guys can go together.”

“Don’t even joke about that, Gram,” Jeno chides.

“I think I’d rather go with those thugs from before,” you grumble.

“Ba Sing Se is much more dangerous than you think. You’ll want someone to watch your back,” Gram insists.

“I think she can handle herself,” Jeno snorts.

“I assure you that I can handle myself,” you correct.

“Oh, won’t you put this old woman’s anxious heart to rest?” Gram bats her eyelashes. “Even if you don’t need any help, my Jeno needs someone to look after him. Something bad always happens when he goes to Ba Sing Se.”

“Gram,” Jeno says sharply, a warning flashing in his eyes. “that’s enough.”

She immediately quiets down, shrinking back a little. You scowl at Jeno, even though he’s already starting to look guilty. “Don’t talk to her like that.” 

“This has nothing to do with you―”

“Actually, it does. Because you just found your new traveling buddy.”

You know for a fact that Jeno isn’t normally this quick of a walker. He’s just doing this to annoy you, and it’s working, but you’re too busy trying to keep up with his pace to really give him an earful for it. You’re actually working up a sweat trying to match his long strides with your somewhat shorter legs.

“Can you please―slow down?” you wheeze, finally able to muster enough breath to speak.

Jeno doesn’t even have time to answer when your foot catches on a pesky rock and you come crashing down onto the dirt road. You land hard and it knocks the air (the little that’s left) out of you. Groaning, you can only mumble a soft ow as you sit up.

For the first time since you two left, Jeno turns around. He walks over to you and lowers himself onto one knee, taking your arm and putting it around his shoulders as he helps you get up. “Are you okay?”

“No thanks to you,” you mutter, wincing when you put weight onto your legs. The skin on your left knee has been completely scraped off and you’re bleeding through the material of your pants.

“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely, looking remorseful. “I’ve been...on edge today and it was wrong of me to take it out on you.”

“Well, I haven’t been exactly helpful in calming you down, now have I?” you snort. 

“No, I was rude to you first. I deserve it.” He shakes his head.

The two of you fall quiet. Your arm is still around his shoulder and one of his hands has naturally found itself on your waist. Clearing your throat, you awkwardly step away from him and let your arm fall limply to your side. “Um, thanks.”

“Can you walk?” Jeno asks, eyebrows furrowing in concern as he eyes your knee.

“I’ll manage,” you reply, bouncing around to gauge the pain. It hurts way more than you expect it to, but you try to play it off like it doesn’t. Your pride as the Avatar has slightly been hurt at the fact that a mere knee scrape has managed to take you down.

However, Jeno is extremely unconvinced. He frowns as he watches the blood seep through your pants every time you put weight on that leg. Turning, he squats down and puts his arms out from behind him. “Get on.” 

“What?” you ask, still not understanding. 

“I’ll carry you.” 

“You’re going to carry me for the entirety of the walk to Ba Sing Se?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“Yes,” he answers simply. 

“You’re not very good at making jokes,” you snort. “Let’s just go before it gets too late.” 

“I’m not joking though.” His head swivels around to give you a puzzled look.

“You’ll die of exhaustion! Even if you’re freakishly strong,” you exclaim.

“I appreciate the concern,” he chuckles, “but I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t think I could do it.”

“Jeno, it’s really not that serious. I can walk,” you sigh.

“We’re going to argue pointlessly, only to have get on my back anyway, so can we just get to that part?” He mimics your sigh.

It’s clear he won’t have it any other way. The stubborn part of you wants to resist until the very end, but you’re losing daylight fast and yielding is your only option. Grumbling, you reluctantly climb onto his back. You’re surprised by the broad expanse of it and how secure you feel when he carries you. Jeno’s slim fingers grip your thighs firmly as he adjusts you before beginning to walk again. 

You wrap you arms around his neck and press your cheek against the space between his shoulder blades. When you breathe in, you can only smell him. Jeno’s scent is dizzying mix of sandalwood and soap, dulling your senses like some sort of drug. For a guy that works at a stand that sells fish, he smells way too good.

“So, what’s up with you and Ba Sing Se?” you blurt, trying to distract yourself.

“Why is this any of your business?” he asks, copying your words. 

“You can’t expect me not to ask. Your grandma was super worried about you going and you just said you’ve been on edge all day. Do you owe people there money or something?” 

“I thought we had an understanding that we weren’t going to ask each other questions,” he answers curtly. 

“What, you don’t trust me? I thought we had a bonding moment back there! You’re literally carrying me on your back,” you whine.

“So tell me why you’re going then.” 

You hesitate, not sure if you should reveal the truth to him or not. If push comes to shove, you are extremely confident in your ability to kick his ass so it’s not like your safety is compromised. Jeno doesn’t really seem like the type of person to constantly run his mouth either, so you doubt that he’ll instantly tell everyone. Shrugging, you decide to just go for it. 

“I’m the Avatar,” you say casually, “and I’m going to Ba Sing Se because I need an earthbending teacher. See how easy it is to tell someone your business when you have nothing to hide?”

Jeno stops in his tracks. His arms slightly fall slack, and you think he’s about to drop you, but they regain their strength quickly. His head turns to the side so he can look at you with bewilderment. “What did you just say?” 

“I am the Avatar,” you repeat slowly, watching the cogs turn in his head.

There’s a beat of silence before your declaration registers.

“You―wait―why would you just tell me that?” he splutters. 

“You asked!”

“So you just answered? What if I tried to kill you right now or something?” he demands. “How could you be so reckless? Try to lie at least!”

“First of all, you must be out of your mind if you think you can kill me. Second, I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t think you were trustworthy. Can’t say you feel the same towards me though.” You roll your eyes. 

“I am actually speechless right now.” Jeno shakes his head. 

“That’s right. You’re carrying the Avatar. Relish in it,” you say proudly. 

“I’ve never seen an Avatar as rash as you,” he mumbles. 

“Hey! Put some respect on my name,” you protest. 

He snickers and you slap his shoulder. “So, now am I worthy enough for you to tell me what your deal with Ba Sing Se is?” 

“I just don’t have good memories associated with Ba Sing Se. It’s not as mysterious as you think. It pales in comparison to what you just told me,” he sighs.

“Are you an earthbender?” 

Since he worked at food stand in a small harbor town, you assumed he wasn’t but you weren’t so sure about that now. Considering the fact that his expression grows stormy even at the mention of Ba Sing Se, it’s clear that he was―at one point or another―deeply linked to it.

“No,” Jeno answers a little too quickly.

Such an obvious lie, but you decide not to push it further. He probably won’t tell you much more anyway. In the end, you two are just strangers.

Somehow along the way, you fall asleep. 

You don’t really remember when or how, because the two of you had a constant stream of conversation (mainly facilitated by you) going. All you know is that you’re currently being shaken awake. Jeno is bouncing you against his back like a baby, trying to jar you from your slumber.

“Y/N, we’re here.” 

Rubbing your eyes, you blearily try to grasp what is going on. Jeno is walking down a busy road and from the way he is confidently striding, he has a clear destination in mind. The two of you get stares from the locals, but he pays no attention. 

“Where are we going?” you ask, yawning. 

“To pick up my shipment of fruit and get your wound treated.” 

“But that still doesn’t answer my question. Where are we going?” You’re a little more alert now, knowing that you’ll have to meet with the Earth King soon.

“My supplier’s house. He’s a friend of mine,” he explains, “his name is Doyoung.”

“Is he going to be okay with me barging in?” You raise an eyebrow.

“As long as we’re in and out of there quickly. He doesn’t like people dirtying his place.” 

“Well, he just sounds like a bundle of joy,” you say wryly. 

“Doyoung is a nice guy. He’s just a little...prissy,” Jeno chuckles.

The two of you walk for just a little longer before he stops in front of a cozy and humble-looking mudbrick house. He sets you down at the doorstep so he can knock. You’re a little wobbly since it’s the first time you’ve been on your feet in hours, and you realize just how long Jeno has been carrying you. To your utter shock, he’s barely broken a sweat.

The door opens shortly after Jeno knocks and the prettiest man you’ve ever seen in your life appears. Pale, luminous skin with delicate features and dark hair that fans his face perfectly. His angelic expression is quickly ruined when he sees you. “I didn’t realize you were picking up strays now, Jeno.”

You sigh. Why do all of the handsome men you meet lack manners?

“She’s not a stray, Doyoung. She was, er, at the stand and told Gram that she was going to Ba Sing Se, so Gram made me escort her here,” Jeno explains. “Her knee is all scraped up, so can you treat it?”

You bite back a tiny smile, noting that he didn’t reveal your identity. 

 “I really don’t want to, but I know you’re not going to leave me alone until I do. Come on in, I guess,” Doyoung grumbles, stepping aside to let you in. 

Jeno grabs your arm and helps you hobble over to one of the chairs in Doyoung’s living room. As he does, Doyoung begins rummaging around in a different room. He comes back with some sort of salve and a roll of gauze in hand. 

“Jeno, your fruit is in the storage in the back. Go get it while I take care of this situation and don’t forget to organize everything back to the way it was,” Doyoung orders.

You really don’t want Jeno to leave you alone with Doyoung because he kind of scares you, but Jeno doesn’t get your signal and leaves. Doyoung squats down in front of you, examining the scrape on your knee. Most of the blood has crusted over, but it’s still extremely tender and raw. He squeezes the salve onto his fingertips and applies it onto the scrape in slow circles. The salve must have some sort of numbing effect because it stings way less than you expect it to.

“So what was the actual reason Gram sent you with Jeno to Ba Sing Se?” Doyoung asks nonchalantly.

“Pardon?” You blink.

“Did Gram really tell Jeno to escort you here?”

“Well, uh, it was kind of the opposite. She wanted me to escort him,” you admit. “I guess to protect him, since he’s not an earthbender.” 

He snorts. “And who told you that?” 

“Jeno did.” 

“And you believed him?” He raises an eyebrow.

“No, but what choice do I have?” 

“Good. Because Lee Jeno is the strongest earthbender in the Earth Kingdom,” Doyoung states. “And probably the worst liar, so you’d be a fool to believe him.”

Even though this revelation should shock you to your core, you’re not that surprised for some reason. You’re mostly just confused. “But why did he lie?”

“Because he doesn’t bend anymore.”

“And why are you telling me this?” you ask warily.

Doyoung looks you in your eyes.

“Because Gram wouldn’t have sent you here if she didn’t think you could help him.” 

It takes Jeno a very long time to come back from the storage. When he does, he’s carrying a large crate and his chest is heaving. He looks more exhausted than he did when you were on his back. Doyoung is not fazed at his state. 

“Everything better be in the exact same spot like it was before,” he warns. 

“Why would you put the crate in the very back when you knew I was coming to get it today?” Jeno whines.

“The workers put it there, and who am I to stop them?” Doyoung shrugs. “Anyways, get out of my house.” 

You get up with your freshly bandaged leg and walk over to Jeno. “We need to talk.”

“Not in here, you don’t,” Doyoung interrupts.

Jeno nods toward the door. “Let’s get out of here first.” 

Clenching your jaw, you yank open the door for him and follow him out. Once you’re a good distance from Doyoung’s house, Jeno turns and faces you. “What did you want to talk about?”

You look around. Doyoung lives in a rather secluded area, and there’s not much around except for the rocky terrain that surrounds it. You make sure Doyoung’s house isn’t in the line of fire before walking up to Jeno. You take the crate out of his arms and set it on the ground, about five feet away from him, before climbing on top of it and sitting cross-legged.

“Be my earthbending teacher.” 

Judging by the look on his face, he’s been expecting it. His arms hang limply by his sides, like he’s already accepted defeat. “What did Doyoung tell you?” 

“Lee Jeno. You joined the Dai Li, Ba Sing Se’s most elite secret police force, at the age of thirteen. Your abilities were so exceptional that you became their leader on your eighteenth birthday. You were at the forefront of countless successful operations and cemented yourself as the Earth Kingdom’s strongest soldier. However, you abruptly resigned after leading the Dai Li for two years and left Ba Sing Se to live with your grandmother in a small harbor town. You swore to never bend again and live the rest of your life in obscurity.” 

Jeno laughs harshly. “So he told you everything. Figures.” 

“Why did you stop bending?” you ask softly. 

“Because I was nothing more than a weapon to them. Because I was losing my humanity. Because I didn’t want to be a pawn anymore,” he whispers. He sounds so broken, so angry, so hurt. “Nothing good ever happens when I earthbend, so I stopped.”

“Do you hate earthbending?” 

“Gods, I wish I did,” he says bitterly. 

“Then stop denying what is natural to you. Earthbending is in your blood.” You grasp his arms. 

“No.” Jeno steps away from you, like your touch is hurting him. “Doyoung may think that you can be my savior or some shit, but you can’t. I won’t ever bend again, okay? So, please. Let’s just leave.”

You straighten your back. “Alright. We can leave. But only if you can get this crate out from under me.”

He sighs. “Y/N―”

“It’s a simple task, really. If we’re going by brute strength only, you’ve got me beat by a landslide. You could just pick me up and throw me off,” you point out.

Jeno looks at you like you’re a toddler throwing a tantrum, but nonetheless starts walking toward you. He almost gets to you before suddenly coming to a skidding halt. When he looks down, he sees that his legs are covered in ice. You had pulled the moisture from the ground and frozen it. 

“But we’re not going by brute strength only, now are we?” you tease in a sing-song voice.

“Y/N, this isn’t funny,” he says seriously. “Neither of us have the time to be doing this right now.”

“I know. It’s just strong enough that you can’t punch your way through it, but it could be shattered instantly if, let’s say, it were hit by a relatively large rock?” You tap your chin, pretending to ponder. 

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m selfish and I want you to teach me earthbending,” you reply.

Jeno says nothing, clenching his fists. You can tell he’s starting to get irritated. 

“I can do this all day,” you say breezily, examining your nails. You try your best to look as flippant as possible, doing everything in your power to rile him up.

“Y/N, this is the last warning.” His voice is low. 

“What, are you actually going to do something?” you taunt.

The pebbles around Jeno slowly begin to levitate. You can literally feel the ground tremble as he gets angrier. He forms the pebbles into one big rock and uses it to destroy the ice. Once he’s free, he stomps his foot on the ground and tosses a perfectly round boulder in the air before kicking it directly towards you―or rather, directly towards the crate so he can knock it out from under you.

You quickly pull a tendril of water out of your canteen and use it as a whip to destroy the boulder before it can reach the crate. It makes a loud crack noise when it hits and the boulder shatters into tiny pebbles again. You suppress a yelp when the ground suddenly begins to move. The crate is sliding forward, picking up acceleration as it (and you) speeds toward Jeno.

You suck out as much water from the ground as possible and manage to create a small tidal wave, pushing it at him. The force of the water knocks him back and onto the ground. You quickly freeze the crate in place, stopping it in its tracks. When Jeno sits up, you can see the joy in his face. That mischievous, almost child-like sparkle in his eyes when you two spar head-to-head. The love for earthbending that he tried so desperately to hide.

He begins gearing up for his next attack, but you don’t do anything to retaliate. Instead, you unfreeze the crate and take the hit. You get thrown onto the ground, but Jeno makes sure your fall is cushioned. You scrunch your nose up when you realize you’re covered in mud. 

“Why didn’t you avoid it?” Jeno asks, helping you get back up. 

“Because my job here is done,” you shrug, trying to wipe the mud off (but you end up smearing it into your clothes).

“What do you mean?”

“I just wanted you to remember what it feels like to bend,” you smile sadly. “I wish you could see the look on your face when you earthbend, Jeno.” 

“I―”

“I have to go, but remember this. You are an earthbender, not a weapon.”

After the fight with Jeno, you go straight to the palace to request an audience with the Earth King. Luckily, they were already expecting you so you don’t have to convince people that you’re the Avatar. Since it was pretty late, the king insists you spend the night and that he will speak to you about an earthbending master the next day.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re whisked away by the maids. They give you Earth Kingdom robes since your old clothes are still drying and braid your hair before taking you to the throne room. There, the king informs you that your earthbending master is currently in Omashu, the second largest city in the Earth Kingdom, and will be there for some time so it would be best for you to go to him. The king tells you that transportation to Omashu will be provided by his army and that you embark later this afternoon, which means you have about three hours to kill.

You laze around in your guest bedroom, unable to really focus on anything. Your mind constantly goes back to Jeno, no matter how much you try to distract yourself. 

I hope he made it back to the harbor town safely.

Shaking your head furiously, you chide yourself for worrying about him. You did what you could, and now he isn’t your problem anymore. You’re the Avatar; you don’t have time to be thinking about some boy.

Yet...

“Avatar Y/N?” 

You jolt up when you hear the maid’s voice. “Yes?” 

“Your carriage has arrived.” 

Cringing, you want to tell her that it’s a little bit of an overkill to travel by carriage, but you don’t want to make her life more difficult than it is. You get out of bed with a sigh and open the door. The maid bows politely, but you’re not looking at her. Instead, you’re looking at who’s behind her. Unable to control your surprised squeak, you cover your hand with your mouth. 

“Why are you here?” you ask, muffling yourself. 

Jeno awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. His cheeks are flushed and there’s sweat beading on his forehead. He looks frazzled and out of breath, like he’s been sprinting. “I, uh, talked to the king. He granted me permission to go to Omashu with you and teach you alongside the other earthbending master.” 

“But―you―” You can’t even form words. 

“You were right.” He talks for you. “I love earthbending. When we sparred, I felt like the void in my chest was filled. Something just...clicked. It was natural. You can’t fight something that naturally comes to you.” Jeno smiles at you. A warm and radiant smile that makes you feel tingly. He holds his hand out. “Thank you, Y/N.”

When you place your hand in his, you feel the same way you did when he was carrying you. Secure. The tension in your body instantly melts away and you subconsciously step closer to him, grinning. 

“Guess you just found your new traveling buddy.”

“Oh, by the way, Doyoung got this letter in the mail from Gram today. It’s addressed to you and she specifically told us not to open it.” 

take care of my grandson, avatar y/n

- gram

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[justlookatthosesausages]

“In the eye of the storm” ◊◊◊◊ a post-Frozen 2 fanfic ◊◊◊◊ CHAPTER 5: Precipitation

Several days later, they didn't get any news from Anna, and it drove Elsa nervous to no end.

When Eydis was walking by her in the castle, she smiled and waved at her, but the Snow Queen was lost in her daydreams.

One afternoon, Kristoff found Elsa in a bedroom, looking at the rain through the window. He was right when he knew where to head to; the blonde always had a tendency towards quiet rooms with windows for introspection.

"Are you upset?"

Elsa saw him enter in his reflection on the glass, so she didn't startle at his presence.

"Why do you ask?" She muttered.

"You're snowing. I mean... It's snowing. Around your head."

Elsa gasped and waved her hand at the thankfully light snow that had fallen on the carpet. It melted right away, and Kristoff stared at her.

"You're overthinking or upset about something."

The blonde looked down and didn't answer anything else than a sigh, not feeling in the mood to share. He tried humor to light up the moment.

"Funny how it's easy to tell the difference between those snowflakes and the ones you make for Bruni. If he were there, I'm sure he would find their taste different."

Elsa chuckled at last. The little guy obviously would. Those snowflakes were created with an opposite mood; instead of given to him as a treat gift, they were falling unintentionally and due to sadness.

"Do you wanna talk?" Suggested the King, coming near her.

"...Maybe." Finally said Elsa.

"About the Spirits being in conflict or Anna going abroad?"

He could hear Elsa gulp.

"Both?"

The blond put a loving hand on her shoulder. She was still cold, but he didn't care.

"I can't tell you much advice about the Spirits. All I can tell, from my raised-by-trolls point of view, is that magic can be very confusing. And sometimes, you might think something is the way it is, and it actually isn't at all. Mom- Hum, Bulda... She reads emotions in color crystals and can sometimes tell future by the way northern lights move, but she once told me that it's sometimes unreliable."

He smiled, happy to support her, then he realized at how his revelation wasn't really reassuring, and he winced when he saw the side look Elsa gave him.

"Uh... I mean..."

He sighed, dropping his head. "Never mind. I'm not that good at helping magic people."

She had a smile at the corner of her lips. "Quite the opposite, Kristoff. I know you care, and it already lifted my mood a bit."

The blond smiled too. Elsa looked through the window again.

"I know that, even if I still can't tell what is going on with Gale and Nokk, I can still count on your encouragement."

"Anytime."

He then realized that she had included Anna in that 'you'. The King scratched his beard before daring to approach the other topic.

"Truth will come in time, I'm certain of it. Anna will do her part, and you will, and everything will fall into place."

Elsa's hand dramatically passed on the glass of the window. "I miss her already. I know you're here, it's not what I mean... And there's Eydis too... But..."

"Nothing's quite like Anna", understood Kristoff.

"Yes." Sighed Elsa, like it was a weight on her heart, even though everyone in her family knew that she had a special complicity with her younger sister. "And I can't help worrying for her, even if I know she's the strongest person in the world..."

"She'll be fine. You know she'll be fine, right? You're the person who has the most faith in her after me."

Elsa's eyes stopped watching the hills in the distance and she smiled to him again.

"Yes, I know. She could hold the entire world with her dedication." She stated, looking proud.

Her expression vanished a bit.

"She's a thousand times more qualified than me to be Queen."

Kristoff wanted to say she was wrong to reassure her, but it actually was an undeniable fact. Arendelle historians had repetitively told him that Anna already had more efficient decisions and better leadership than any of her predecessors on the throne.

A silence passed, and he noted that Elsa was staring at the hills of the East, the direction in which Anna had been heading. He turned to his sister-in-law with a soft expression.

"You know that despite the lack of news, she's going to come back home, right?"

"Yes, Kristoff, I know." Repeated Elsa once again, a bit upset at how he insisted on facts to take her out of her anxiety.

He noticed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude..."

"I'm aware that I'm overreacting and stressed at nothing. But I can't help it."

She sighed.

"Despite our years of separation in the castle when we were young, I always knew where she was. She was safe in the castle, and her safety was literally the only thing that mattered to me. And for the past 11 years, Gale could tell me if something was wrong anytime and almost instantly. They could even get to me in Ahtohallan or the furthest point in the Forest. Without Gale, I couldn't have known about that time you guys fell into a ravine, remember?"

Kristoff winced at the 2 years old memory. That family picnic had turned sour. "We still owe you one for that moment. Without your ice, the wagon explosion would have wiped us all. And I can't blame Olaf, he wasn't even there."

His humor didn't distract the Snow Queen. Her azure blue eyes were lost in the horizon.

"This is the first time in years that I don't know if Anna is safe or not. And it's nerve-wracking."

"Then forget her."

Elsa turned to him exaggeratedly. "Excuse me?"

The King was about to apologize and change his formulation, though he closed his mouth and stared at her.

"You seem taken aback by her absence. You kind of doubted that a national meeting would take place after she saw the stage of the storm, no?"

"Yes, but I thought that it would happen here, in Arendelle..." Murmured the blonde.

"Oooooh, that's why you're upset. You wanted her to stay here."

Elsa then sighed and buried her head in her hands, groaning.

"I'm such a selfish jerk..."

"No, you're not. Though, I have to admit, that supposition you made in your head was a bit mean for neighbor kingdoms' leaders who you had no guilt to imagine going through the storm until here..." Winced Kristoff. "But I swear you're not selfish, Elsa. You're sincerely one of the most altruistic persons I ever met. And I married someone who keep sacrificing her life for what's good."

A silence followed, and Elsa cried at the thought of Anna's dedication.

"I don't deserve to be her sister..."

She started to sob, and Kristoff hurried to put his hand on her back, slightly rubbing it.

"Hey, hey, don't you dare. She's nothing without you."

He then scoffed at how that sounded. "I mean... Well, you know."

The Snow Queen didn't move. The blond bent his head to find Elsa's gaze and make her look at him, a technique Anna had told him about for when she would have a breakdown. "Elsa."

"What?" She muttered with a sniff.

"You two complete each other no matter the distance. As strong sisters with an unbreakable bond, but also as the Bridge."

Elsa took a moment to let that sink in. "I know."

The King smiled, and he looked through the window along her.

Someone softly knocked at the door.

"Your Majesty... Lady Elsa..." Said Gerda's gentle voice, and they turned around. "I didn't mean to interrupt. Don't mind me, I'm just going to pick up Elsa's empty plate..." She then paused. "But I see that you actually haven't touched it."

Kristoff looked at the meal left on a coffee table by the door.

"Yes... I'm not very hungry." Murmured Elsa.

She had turned back to the window swiftly, and both Kristoff and the maid couldn't tell if it was because she had suddenly seen something in the horizon, or to hide her tears.

Elsa felt guilty for the silence that followed. She turned around again.

"Sorry for refusing those waffles, Gerda. They smell really nice, and it must have taken you a long time to bake them."

"Oh, it's not lost. Far from it. I know a little princess who'll get very hungry after her afternoon lesson."

Elsa smiled at her kindness. "She definitely inherited from her mother's gluttony."

Kristoff giggled in approval.

"I wonder if the languages teacher will quit after teaching both Anna and Eydis." Wondered Gerda. "When I passed by the living room's door an hour ago after making the beds, I heard her ask him to translate 'anvil' in every language he knew."

The Snow Queen burst of laughter, which wasn't very regal, but the servant and the King didn't mind at all; first because Elsa technically didn't have to mind about royal mannerisms anymore, and second because they had missed Elsa's laughter within those walls.

"Her passion for handiwork is not a thing she inherited from Anna, though." Laughed the blonde.

They all chuckled, and Kristoff was delighted to see happiness back on her features.

"Alright then. I'm going to give the waffles to Eydis." Confirmed the maid, and she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Elsa looked at the door with the ghost of her smile still on her lips, and as the rain was getting stronger and stronger outside, Kristoff invited her to go near the fireplace with a gentle hand gesture.

They stood here for a moment, looking at the orange flames, and Elsa missed Bruni's pink ones. She wondered if the tiny Fire Spirit could help her decipher the others' behavior. But she chased that idea of her mind; the Northuldra needed him now, there was no way she would summon him in Arendelle. The Sami tribe needed his magic heat in that storm, and Bruni also was an excellent watchman. Or watchlizard.

Elsa's thoughts drifted to Honeymaren. She hoped that she was alright and took care of her people like she always did.

Kristoff looked at the clock of the room to check time. He then noticed that the blonde's eyes were glistening. However, was it because of emotion or due to staring directly at the fire? He laid against the fireplace's mantel to be aligned with her.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I do, yes. Thank you for your help."

The King frowned and squinted. He knew Elsa enough years to tell when she had something on her mind. Her voice was different.

"Elsa, are you sure that it's all good now?"

"Yes."

She purposely wasn't looking up at him, still staring at the fire, the brightness of it reflecting in her eyes.

"I have to go find Kai, so we do an overview of the afternoon. Just don't do anything unwise and stay safe, okay?"

"Okay, I will."

He hugged her, then exited the room.

Elsa's gaze got lost in the flames, her jaw clenched. She had lied to her brother-in-law. She was going to go find Anna. 

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The blonde patiently waited for the night to fall and Kristoff to go read a bedtime story to his daughter. Then she sneaked out of the castle, crafting herself a hood made of snow and ice to hide her face as she reached to the stables under the pouring rain.

When the servants there recognized her approach because only one person in the world could be wearing such a magically bright white outfit at this time of the day, she noted that her idea wasn't that clever.

Elsa excused herself as she made her way in, and assured them all to not be alerted as she requested for the fastest horse in the stables.

"Do you really want to go in such a rainfall at that time of day?" Asked one servant.

"Your Highness, are you certain?" Worried a stable boy.

"You shouldn't do such a thing." Advised another one.

She forced herself to smile. "Just indicate me the best horse there is, please."

The servants looked at each other, to dedicated and polite to contradict their ex-monarch.

"Alright. This way." Said a hostler.

She followed him to one of the boxes of the back. He showed Elsa a tall horse, who wasn't bigger than the horses on each side of it, but it looked muscular and definitely had an athletic body shape.

"Here's the fastest we have, Your Highness."

Elsa forgot for a moment the urgency of her plan and dove in the sight of the beautiful stallion. It was entirely brown and had an undeniable royal aura, like it had been waiting for this task all its life.

The Snow Queen had a serious face until now, but started to melt in a smile.

"Hello you."

She walked forward, and lifted a careful hand. The horse blinked as it inspected it, sniffed it, and willingly nuzzled in her palm.

Maybe Honeymaren was right. Maybe she had a natural predisposition for animals. It was true that the blonde now felt like she was connected to Nature, and she was persuaded it was an illusion due to the fact she was embracing her magical powers and Fifth Spirit duty. However, she understood in that moment that there was a true link between that horse and her. Was it destiny? Or shared kindness, which was often a starting point on why Elsa spoke to wild animals in the Enchanted Forest?

She kept smiling and gently passed a hand on its head.

"I've never seen you here... It's a new horse?"

The servant saluted her sense of observation. "Indeed. He just arrived yesterday. He's a foal who recently finished his training and education to be in the royal guard. I was there all along his progress. Trust my words, lady Elsa; this is the fastest horse in all Arendelle."

Elsa carefully listened to all he had said, fascinated, but what mattered most than that to her was if the horse agreed to let her ride him.

"What's his name?" She asked, and she hadn't detached her eyes from him since the beginning.

"Rask."

Elsa smiled widely at the name. "...Rask."

She locked her gaze into his. "Looks like you were destined to this day, uh? This is too many coincidences."

The horse lifted and lowered his head like he was actually nodding, and she chuckled. Slowly, very slowly, and only after making sure he was agreeing, she approached her forehead to his muzzle, and softly touched there with closed eyes.

All the servants stared at the scene in awe.

"You're ready?" Murmured Elsa, stepping back.

Rask neighed, so suddenly and powerfully that she actually winced with a smile, and all startled, because the stables had been silent until now with just their calm voices and the sound of the rain outdoors.

Before riding him, Elsa made sure that everything was alright with his health and cleanliness, then she only accepted the bare necessities when the hostler helped her getting him ready. She refused the saddle, telling the servant that she was used to ride Nokk bareback anyway – and being made of ice most of the time, she had been in the most extreme case – and declined the stirrups as well. It was a good thing to make the horse as free as possible for their very first ride.

"I'll only take the bridle." Concluded Elsa.

They all felt surprised by her choice, but nothing really surprised them about the Snow Queen anymore, so they obeyed and helped her to put the harness on. When the bit was put in his mouth, Elsa felt a pinch to her heart, but she had no choice.

After a while and carefully listening to all their instructions, the blonde walked with him outside and climbed up. She took a moment to get used to his side, for he didn't have quite the same proportions than the form the Water Spirit had chosen to take. At the sight of the rain, she stroked his mane.

"I'm sorry for the weather, dear. But I need you more than anything right now. Let's go check on my sister."

The horse twitched a bit, and it felt like a nod again. She wondered if he could actually understand her.

Elsa deeply thanked the servants and asked them to tell Kristoff and her niece that they shouldn't worry.

She then tapped her ankles against the stallion's sides, and they dashed forward on Arendelle's cobblestones in the dark of the night. As wind whistled to Elsa's ears and rain gushed on her hood, she felt a deep sensation of freedom. Only then she noted how much she had missed this; riding along the hills, taking in the fresh air and the power of her ride with the sound of hooves under her.

She grinned in happiness, her heart also filling with joy as she knew she would be much happier once she would be sure that Anna was alright.

In a few minutes, they were out of the village, and were crossing at full speed the countryside lands of the East toward Hitiheimr.

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If she were able to connect with Rask's soul as she did with Nokk, she would congratulate him on how fast he was. The young horse was clever enough to see obstacles in advance, jumping over tree trunks and other accidents that had happened due to the storm. Hopefully, the path was mainly clear, and as her sister had underlined it a few days ago, the road to the Eastern kingdom was easy, for how many times it had been traced by merchants. Despite the heavy rain and mud, her stallion pierced the night like an ice arrow that Elsa would shoot from her bow as she hunted. It was perfect.

Soon, Elsa felt glad to have accepted the bride, for she realized that she had the reflex to ask the horse mentally to turn right or left, before remembering she actually was supposed to tug the reins for directions.

Nokk missed her terribly. At least, with them, she didn't use force during rides. They had become more than just fellow Spirits; the Water one had a unique connection with her, being a one of a kind friend and ally, and she tried to forget them as she was on this 'normal' horse. Nevertheless, Elsa couldn't deny it: the riding sensation was completely different. It was odd to not feel Rask's needs, sensations, and mood. Elsa loved to know how happy Nokk was when they were racing against Gale down the valleys, how sassy he was when he saw a young Northuldra fall off a branch, or how caring he was when he bumped his back to help her stand after a long tiring day.

As she thought again about Nokk's and Gale's friendship, Elsa frowned. Sincerely, how and why did the two Spirits get so angry at each other? As far as she could remember, she had never seen them going further than teasing.

She shook her head as she remained focused on the trail. Unlike when riding the Water Spirit, she couldn't let them do the job entirely and rest on their back from time to time.

A few hours later, something shiny attracted her eye in front of her, and Elsa gasped when she spotted something in the mud of the lane.

She briskly tugged on the horse's reins to make him stop, and he neighed in surprise and pain. She couldn't apologize for the reason of her eagerness, but felt terrible for hurting him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pull that hard. I'm very nervous." She whispered to his ears, gently stroking his neck.

Rask forgave her, yet snorted to show his disagreement.

Elsa put him to a complete halt, going down and patting him as she slowly walked to the shining object. What was something like this doing in the wild?

Her eyes squinted through the curtain of rain as she approached, feeling instinctively attracted to the object. Dark clouds were hiding most of the moon, and there was no thunder, so Elsa only had little light. She only then realized that she had been riding in complete dark, too focused on heading straight forward to need a lantern.

The Snow Queen stood above the tiny glossy thing, which seemed less and less natural as Elsa inspected it, and she twirled her wrist to create a glow of blue magic. A snowflake the size of her fist popped from her palm and brightened the whole path, giving her a better vision of it and reflecting in Rask's curious eyes.

She crouched and touched the solid object with her fingers. The blonde felt that it was made of metal, and took it off the soil with ease, thanks to the rain softening it. Elsa's ice sandals were covered with it and her white pants and trains weren't much white anymore, but she didn't care. Her focus was entirely driven to the item, which was larger than she expected as she lifted it.

Turning it in her fingers and approaching the light of her magic to it, she rubbed her thumb over the motives and used the rain to take the dirt out of it, making it shine even more. She frowned with confusion, tilting her head. It was something familiar, yet that she felt like she hadn't seen much... It was the size of her hand and had a curved shape, and when she revealed the seven tips all decorated with embedded crocuses, she squealed in a loud gasp.

Her azure blue eyes widened, along the glow of her snowflake, which become more intense at her distress.

#dun dun dunnnn #This chapter was shorter than the others because I use it as a transition a pivot point ;) #For what you may ask as you're already busy grabbing my collar? #and yelling at me for such a panicking cliffhanger? Oh you shall see. #don't look at me like that you LOVE my flangst #if you read UTFK you know the deal #if you haven't check my bio to get it! #Rask basically means ‘quick’ in norwegian lol #i got very straight to the point with him not gonna lie #reading my tags (and wanting to kill me?) here's the emoji of the chapter: 💥 #in the eye of the storm #frozen 2 #ice bros #post frozen 2 #frozen #frozen fanfics #disney #disney fanfictions #kristanna #frohana #elsamaren #snow sisters

[artificialqueens]

Tree House Kisses, Chapter 27 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Just another day at the beach...

Chapter 27: Small Doses

“Aaaaaugh!” Laganja shrieked, running from Thorgy into the crashing waves.

“Who wants a sandwich?”

“Darienne, I love you, you’re such a mom,” Courtney giggled, hugging the older girl around the shoulders.

“So...Adore…” Bob began, grabbing a sandwich from the cooler.

“Yes?”

“Tell us all the hot gossip about those girls you chill with!”

April hit Bob on the shoulder. “Can you please not be gross?”

“I’m not being gross! I’m just showing an interest in my friend’s life!” Bob said, eyes shining mischievously. “I mean, I heard you broke up with Raja. Does that mean you’re hooking up with Violet again? She’s super hot, I wouldn’t blame you. Or Pearl? Pearl’s sexy. And she’s like, down the block. Convenient.”

Roy shook his head. “Bob, keep up, dude. Violet and Pearl are totally a thing. They flirt like crazy all the time.”

“I thought Pearl was with that pretty wardrobe girl, Shea,” Darienne said.

“Oh yeah,” Roy said.

“And anyway, isn’t Violet like, openly crushing on Fame? Willam said that she used to send her boyfriend all these anonymous threatening notes until Fame caught wind of it and made her stop.” Bob laughed. “Violet is kind of rad. Terrifying, but rad.”

Adore looked at Courtney. “Why do they know so much about my friends? This is fucking creepy.”

Courtney shook her head. “I have no idea.”

“Because, Adore, your little group is full of drama, and people gossip,” Roy explained, taking on that patronizing tone that made Adore’s skin crawl.

“Oh, really?” Adore asked. “Drama, like how you threatened to release the texts between Darienne and Jamin from last year if she ran against you for ASB president?”

Roy grinned, flashing his dimples. “That’s not drama. That’s blackmail.”

“Nice, Roy. Such a stand-up guy.”

“Hey, come on. It was for both our benefit. We know all the same people. We would have split votes and both lost. This way, she’s vice and I’m gonna support her for homecoming queen. Right, Dar?”

Darienne held up her middle finger. “Too soon.”

Bob laughed. “Tell him, girl.”

“Babe, let’s go in the water,” Roy said, resting his chin on Courtney’s shoulder.

“I dunno…” Courtney looked at Adore.

“Please, come on…” he whined, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You should go,” Adore said.

Courtney still hesitated as Roy kissed her shoulder, whimpering. “I don’t have to. I haven’t even eaten anything yet-”

“I’ll save you a sandwich. Nobody wants the veggie ones anyway,” Adore said with a laugh. “Go.”

Courtney bit her lip. “Okay.” She turned to Roy, letting him help her up, following him into the water, then laughing as he picked her up and raced into the freezing cold ocean.

“What was that about?” Darienne asked quietly, burying her feet into the warm sand. She looked at Adore with a curious expression.

Adore looked away, squinting into the bright sun.

“Ummm...I dunno. I guess, sometimes I feel like a third wheel around them. I made Courtney promise that she wasn’t gonna be all over him all day, since...you know, she’s the only one here who really wants me around.”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, you know what I mean.”

Darienne watched Roy and Courtney in the water for a few moments, then said, “Let me tell you something, Adore. You know...it’s really easy, right now, for everything to feel like forever. The ocean. Courtney and Roy. High School. This fuckin’ day...But you know, nothing in life lasts forever. So, just remember that. All we have are moments.” She held a handful of sand, letting it slide through her fingers. “Lots and lots of moments. If we’re lucky.”

“That was really deep.”

“Well, I’m really deep.”

“And cheesy as fuck.”

“That too,” Darienne laughed.

Adore smiled, leaning a head on Darienne’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

“And for the record. Courtney isn’t the only one here who wants you around. I love you, and I always have, but if you’re more interested in hanging out with your other friends right now, I get that. It doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you.”

“Alright, alright…”

“Sorry, but you know I can’t let that one slide,” the redhead said, grinning at her.

Adore laughed. “I’m sorry too. Mostly I just feel dumb around you guys.”

“You feel dumb around Gia?”

Adore burst out laughing. “Maybe not Gia. But the rest of you are smarty pants and you know it.”

“Good grades are not always a sign of intelligence,” Darienne said. “You’re smart. You’re just not a school person.”

“Understatement,” Adore laughed.

“Yeah, well, I have to tell you, I’m not worried. You’re extremely talented, and beautiful, and charming, and like...you’re gonna do amazing things.”

“Are you hitting on me?”

Darienne burst out laughing. “Yes. Is it working?”

“Kind of…” Adore giggled, fluttering her lashes.

-

Courtney and Roy emerged from the water, bickering.

“Omigod, stop it!” Courtney exclaimed.

“Hey guys, did you know that Courtney is Jewish now?”

“Mazel tov!” Jamin exclaimed. “Welcome to the tribe!”

“That is not what I said,” Courtney laughed. “My mom’s boyfriend Slate took us to this Kabbalah Center and it was just cool, that’s all.”

“Slate. He sounds really smart,” Roy joked.

“At least her boyfriend cares about the universe. My dad is still shacking up with that whore, Katya. She’s like, the actual fucking worst,” Courtney grumbled, flopping onto the blanket beside Adore.

“Baby, if you want to get spiritual, you should come to my church. You can watch me carry candles and swing incense around.”

Courtney looked at him with an incredulous expression. “Roy. I’m not like, trying to judge you or anything, but I’m not going to support the Catholic Church.”

“What? Why not?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know, how about how the like, basically approved of the slave trade and looked the other way during the holocaust-”

“Hey, a lot of nuns and priests helped people during the--”

“Covering up child sex abuse!” Courtney shrieked. “Come on!”

“Homophobia? Sexism?” Adore piped in.

“Yeah, exactly!” Courtney agreed emphatically. “You’re siding with arguably one of the biggest oppressors in history.”

“I…”

“But keep on swinging that incense, Dimples,” Adore added, punching Roy on the shoulder.

“Damn.” Roy scratched his head. “But how do you really feel?”

Courtney laughed. “The...candles are nice?”

Roy reached for Courtney, pulling her against him. “So I guess we’re not having a church wedding?”

“Definitely not.” She squirmed a little, trying to move back towards Adore.

“And the kids aren’t getting baptized?” he murmured against her neck, fingers trailing up her bare thighs

“Roy, come on, stop it.”

“What’s the matter? I’m giving up eternal salvation for you, you should be very proud of yourself right now.” He tilted her chin up, leaning in for a kiss.

Courtney wriggled out of his arms, rolling her eyes at Adore. “I said stop it!”

He scoffed. “Fine.”

“Oh, now you’re gonna pout like a baby,” she said.

“I’m not pouting.”

“Are too.”

“So, you don’t want me to touch you, but you want to control how I react when you push me away?”

“Ughhhh,” Courtney rolled her eyes again, flopping onto her stomach. “Nevermind.”

“Sorry for wanting to spend time with you,” Roy said testily.

Courtney glared up at him, slipping her sunglasses on.

Adore rolled her eyes and stood up, brushing off her jean shorts, announcing to no one in particular. “I’ll be right back, gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Dory, wait!” Courtney jumped up and followed her. “I need to go too.”

-

Adore stood at the sink, rinsing her hands. “So. Does Roy always talk about marriage and babies, or does he just save that for when you have an audience?”

Courtney came out of her stall, shaking her head. “I have no idea where that came from. So weird, right?” She washed her hands in the sink beside Adore.

“It was...interesting.”

“Ugh, and I hate the way he manhandles me all the time.” Courtney dried her hands and rolled her eyes, twirling her hair.

Adore scoffed. “Since when?”

“I just mean, like…” Courtney leaned against Adore’s arm, playing with her hair. “It’s just...constant. He acts like he owns me.”

“Bullshit!” Adore exclaimed, shoving Courtney away, startling her. “Anyone with eyes and half a brain can see who owns who in that relationship. Roy may not be my favorite person in the world, but he’d take a fucking bullet for you and you know it!”

“I just meant-”

“So if you don’t want him to touch you, fucking tell him! Or break up with him! I don’t really give a fuck, but don’t tell me that he thinks he owns you, because that’s utter fucking nonsense!”

“Why are you yelling at me?”

“Because! You’re making me defend your fucking boyfriend!” Adore crossed her arms.

“Sorry.”

“You should be.”

Courtney hung her head, pouting her lip. “Do you hate me?”

“Yes.”

She looked up at Adore through a fringe of lashes, blinking her big eyes sadly, until Adore stuck her tongue out childishly. Then she grinned, wrapping her arms around Adore’s waist and leaning in slowly to kiss her.

Adore’s heart pounded. For a moment, she considered letting it happen, but then memories flashed through her head, and the thought of another “just friends” kiss was just too much to handle. So at the last second, she turned her face, letting Courtney’s lips land on her cheek.

“Don’t,” she whispered into Courtney’s hair.

“Don’t hate me,” Courtney whispered back, fingers digging into her back.

“Too late,” Adore said, holding her stern expression for a few seconds before breaking into a smile, giving Courtney a light smack on the ass. “You’re hopeless.”

“I know.” Courtney bit her lip. “Hey, Dory?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t really think I ignore you when I’m around Roy…do you?”

“Um…” Adore considered her answer. She did often feel like a third wheel around them, even in a crowd. Things had just unquestionably shifted ever since they’d gotten together. It used to be Courtney and Adore, the two of them, all the time. People said their names together as if it was one word. Courtneyandadore. All the others: their neighbors, their other friends, even their families, were just roaming around the periphery. But when Courtney and Roy hooked up, suddenly she had another person, another pair to be part of. Adore knew that Courtney loved her, and that she probably felt like their friendship hadn’t changed at all--because for her, it hadn’t. So how was Adore supposed to explain the way she felt without revealing her humiliating jealousy? Finally, she settled on, “No…not on purpose.”

“I don’t ever want you to feel like-“ Courtney’s voice broke, and then she swallowed. “You know you’re my favorite person, right?”

“You mean one of your favorites-“

“No. My favorite.”

“Court…” Adore’s head swam, suddenly self-conscious. This moment was way too much for a filthy, disgusting public bathroom on the beach. “Someone could’ve heard you.”

“I don’t care.” Courtney’s eyes burned, and Adore had to look away.

It was only after a few moments of charged silence that she quietly admitted, “Me too,” still avoiding direct eye contact.  

Arms circled her waist, hugging her tightly, face buried in her neck. Adore allowed herself to relax, enjoying it, telling herself that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that Courtney had a serious boyfriend, that she felt things for him that she’d never feel for Adore. Because her position as best friend was even more important. It was immature and she knew it, this reassurance she needed that she was number one. And honestly, it shouldn’t matter. There was plenty of room in Courtney’s life, and her heart, for both of them. Adore should be happy that her best friend was with someone great, someone kind and funny, who loved her and treated her well and tried so hard to make her happy. Adore suddenly felt a little guilty about potentially causing a problem between the two of them.  

“You’re not actually mad at him, are you?”

“No, not really,” Courtney said. “I just…didn’t want to break my promise to you.”

“Well, I think we can safely say that you kept your promise,” Adore laughed. “Now come on, let’s go back before they think you fell in.”

“Ughhh, nooooo!”

“Bitch, they’re your friends! And our ride back.”

Courtney giggled and nuzzled her shoulder. “Let’s hitchhike. Summer road trip fun!”

“You’re way too trusting. We’d end up dead in a ditch.” Adore slung an arm around her shoulder. “Come on.”

“Fiiiiiine.”

-

“What took you guys so long?” April asked as Courtney skipped back up to the group, Adore at her heels.

“Courtney was taking a massive shit,” Adore said, climbing onto the blanket and stealing the bag of Cheetos from Thorgy, who burst out laughing.

Courtney put her hands on her hips. “I was NOT!”

“Don’t be ashamed, Court, everyone poops,” Bob said cheerfully.

“Well, that’s not what I was-”

“Although, that one was particularly ungodly. And the smell...you guys should probably not go into that bathroom for like, 30 minutes or so…”

“ADORE DELANO YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!” Courtney shrieked, tackling her. “TELL THEM YOU’RE LYING!”

Adore, now fully enjoying herself, continued, “I just didn’t know that such violent noises could come out of such a small person.”

“Stoooooop!” Courtney pinched her, sitting on her thighs. “Take it back! This is slander!”

“Now I know what they mean when they say ‘shitstorm’...” She shielded herself from Courtney’s assault, laughing and squirming.

Courtney held her arms over her head, unable to hold in her laughter. “Are you done?!”

“Jeez, get a room,” Laganja muttered, shaking her head, and Courtney looked up at her, distracted for long enough for Adore to throw her off into the sand.

Courtney watched Adore, who was now avoiding eye contact, crawl over to where Bob and April played cards. Goosebumps broke out over Courtney’s skin and she sat for a few moments, willing Adore to look back over at her. But she never did, and so after a minute, Courtney gave a small, resigned sigh and stood up, heading over to where Roy and Jamin were making a valiant attempt at frisbee catch.

Courtney sauntered up to them, giving Roy her best puppy eyes. He pretended to ignore her at first, and then dove to catch the frisbee, ending up on the ground with a mouthful of sand. When Courtney offered him a hand, he accepted, allowing her to pull him to his feet.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She brushed the sand off of his chest, hands lingering, then looked up at him. “I’m sorry about before. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t…” Courtney sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Roy rested his forehead against hers, feeling his irritation melting away as his hands slid around her waist.

“You know, Adore just broke up with her girlfriend, and she’s been really bummed about it, and I thought it was kind of weird to be all happy and couple-y in front of her. That’s all.” It was a bit of a white lie. The truth was, Adore hadn’t really mentioned Raja at all recently. But it sounded plausible enough.

“That’s all, huh?”

“Yeah. But...what do you say we spend some time together this weekend, just the two of us?”

“Sounds promising.” Roy raises an eyebrow.

“Um, my mom’s gonna be in Mexico with Slate. I’m supposed to be staying with Darienne but I could probably sneak away on Saturday. Wanna have a sleepover?” She pressed against him.

“Yeah, that-I think I can safely say that I’m super fucking down with that,” Roy said, tilting her chin up for a kiss.

She giggled against his mouth, then walked away, tossing a flirtatious wink over her shoulder. Roy watched her, eyes glazed over, as Jamin ambled up with a devious look.

“Congrats. You’re about to become a man. Took long enough.”

“Huh?”

“The sleepover? You’re getting laid this weekend, dude,” Jamin said, punching him on the shoulder.

Roy shook his head. “I don’t think that’s what she meant.”

“Uh, bro, you need to read between the lines. Let’s get a second opinion. THOR!” he bellowed, beckoning Thorgy over to them.

-

The gang put their stuff into the trunk of Darienne’s minivan and Alyssa’s SUV, negotiating who would go in what car. When Adore tried to call shotgun, she was soundly rejected.

“Sorry kiddo, as the youngest one here, I’m afraid you’re stuck in the far back with the other skinny bitches.”

April and Courtney waved to her.

“Welcome back to the kid’s table, puta!” April sang.

Adore climbed in the back, taking the window seat on the other side of Courtney. Half the ride consisted of the two girls giggling and whispering to each other, Courtney snuggled up to Adore, practically in her lap.

“Oh, she’s mad at him,” Adore said, nodding towards an older couple in the car next to them.

“What ‘cha think he did?” Courtney rose up a bit to get a good look at the grumpy couple.

The woman glared out the window, rolling her eyes at something the driver was saying.

“Missed the exit. He definitely missed an exit,” Adore nodded. “John, I fucking told you that was our exit back there, but you never want to listen. Just like when I told you-” Adore mimicked in the voice of a middle-aged white woman.

Courtney snorted, causing Adore to throw her head back in laughter and Courtney to have a giggle fit as she tried to get Adore to stop laughing at her.

-

When nothing but the radio filled the silence, Roy turned around to get Courtney’s attention. His dimpled smile quickly dropped and his eyebrows rose when he saw how comfortable his girlfriend was in Adore’s arms.

Courtney was humming along to the song on the radio, head nestled back against Adore’s chest as she ran her fingers along Adore’s arm, making invisible patterns. Adore leaned against the window, seemingly lost in thought.

When Courtney noticed Roy, she smiled at him, eyebrows lifting in curiosity. He only shook his head before turning back in his seat, shifting at how uneasy that moment had just made him, even though he wasn't quite sure why.

-

April woke as the familiar setting of their neighborhood engulfed them, stretching her arms and yawning.

Looking around the car she nearly cooed when she saw Adore and Courtney asleep, adorably snuggled up to each other. She whipped out her phone, taking a quick picture.

Needing someone else to fawn over the two friends with, April leaned over the seat, tapping Roy awake and shoving the phone in his face. “Aren't they so cute?”

Roy squinted at the picture, glanced behind him at the two girls, then back to the picture before grunting, “Absolutely adorable.”

“What's adorable?” Darienne asked, glancing back in the rearview mirror.

But before April could answer, Bob grabbed the phone out of her hand.

“Aye, perra!” April stepped on the seat, launching herself forward as she wrestled to get her phone out of Bob’s grip.

“Hey! Stop that! Bob, give her her phone back. Roy, break them up!” Darienne demanded.

Thorgy turned around in the front seat, reaching to try to help April take her phone back. Bob had slid onto the floor, cackling, making it difficult to reach him.

The commotion stirred the two sleeping beauties awake. Adore tried to stretch her stiff limbs in the tight space of the back seat with Courtney laying on her chest.

Courtney opened one eye, a small smile spreading across her lips as she tried not to laugh at April and Bob wrestling and Roy trying to avoid getting hit, before snuggling into Adore.

Adore rubbed her eye tiredly, placing the other on Courtney’s waist, her thumb rubbing circles on the smooth exposed skin there.

Then it hit her like a truck where they were, the position they were in, and what it could look like. Adore quickly sat up, pushing a whining Courtney off of her.

Courtney pouted, “Dory, I was comfortable.”

“Well, we're… we're almost home.” Adore said with shrug, turning towards the window, refusing to meet Roy’s surveying stare.

#rpdr fanfiction #tree house kisses #scorpio #veronica #adorney #adore delano #courtney act #bitney #bianca del rio #darienne lake #bob the drag queen #april carrion #acid betty #lesbian au #high school au #angst #fluff

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Rites of Passage!

Colin: no comment

Timmy: no comment

Stephen: I’m a little sad we didn’t get the opportunity to pick up where we left off in AS: Nova Scotia! I think it would have been a lot of fun to align together from an earlier point in the game when we weren’t both targets and see how that played out!

DeNara: no comment

Nik: Truly robbed! I very much wish we could have swapped onto the same tribe. It would have been fantastic to play another game together!

Mo: You are a super smart, savvy and threatening player. It’s no wonder why Dan had you for his winner pick. The swap just wasn’t in your favour and had it gone a little bit differently, I have no doubts that you would have been at FTC.

Rachael: Everyone who voted for you is a meninist and I am glad they all got voted out. Super robbed and deserved so much better!

Kevin: You’re such an incredibly nice and wholesome individual and I really hope everything is alright!

Andrew: On a personal level, I think you’re a great person! On a game level you were a bit messy which made for a fun merge round!

Stephanie: Your vote off is the one I was second most bummed about this game. We didn’t talk a whole lot but from our short conversations I could tell you were a super smart and crafty kind of person, and it is no surprise at all to me that you won the first game you played. 

Ben: Yeah….

Jake: We were getting along so well and I was looking forward to playing the rest of the game with you and then… that round happened. Hopefully everything is going alright with you!

John: It doesn’t seem like we’ll ever end up on the same side while playing an ORG. 

Joey: One of my main allies from the beginning! You helped me get to single digits and I’m forever grateful of that! Your vote off was a blindside to me as well and it was nasty. I think you’re a very good player, getting through a swap when down in numbers like that, and you should have made it further. I’m hoping we get another chance to play again!

Xavier: Definitely the sweetest person in the cast! You were always such a positive ray of sunshine in this game!

Kailyn: We… Basically never spoke. I think there’s a total of 3 dm’s sent between us.  But from the calls after tribal/challenges you seem like a pretty cool person.

Jeff: I really don’t think it was necessary for us to end up as enemies but apparently, I just wasn’t in your plans for this game. Which is a shame, because in other circumstances we could have definitely worked well together. You were definitely a strong player and had a good shot at winning things from my point of view.

Jaiden: As a person, you are incredible. Easily one of the best people I’ve ever gotten to know from an ORG. It’s rare for me to click with someone as much as we did. On a game level, you were definitely a messy, though dominating and commanding player and probably would have won hands down. 

Livingston: KING. You should have been at FTC, not me. I didn’t want to be at the end if I couldn’t be sitting next to you so I’m disappointed. You were the best ally I could have asked for in this game. I’m also super happy that I was able to help you get beyond that 7th place roadblock and I’m so sad I didn’t have the opportunity to help you win. You helped make this game one of the better ones I’ve played before and I truly hope we get another opportunity to play again someday!

Livingston- such charisma uniqueness nerve and talent, I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know you and play this game with you. I was so happy with a palazzo final 3 and I knew how bad you wanted to win this game, but unfortunately that’s exactly the reason why I knew I couldn’t sit next to you at FTC.

Jaiden- JAIDEN LEGEND. I haven’t connected with someone so fast in these games in forever. I loved our hour talked about rdpr and agreeing that we can have different opinions which no one does anymore lol. I thoroughly enjoyed playing this game with you and I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.

Jeff- voting Jeff out was the hardest decision I have ever made in these online games. We were together for so long and it was such a last minute decision to do and I the reason I made my decision was because I thought there was a great chance that the game would pan out a certain way and I was 100% correct 

Kailyn- I just hope the door hit you on the way out..... because NO ONE OPENS THE DOOORRRRR FOR A NATIVE NEW YORKERRRR

Xavier- a great nice person that even on a completely different time zone still killed the game. Another person I felt weird about because I was not with him for so long in the game I knew he wouldn’t trust me for long.

Joey- a FORCE. Joey was here to win, but unfortunately so was I. He was the first time I voted correctly and the first person I got out that I felt uneasy about their plans with me.

John- I’ve been drinking coffeeeyyyyy, he’s been eating healthyyyy, you know I keep it squeaky. I haven’t played with him in years and was still the sweetheart he was then

Jake- Jake is a very nice person, I’m glad he got to redeem himself from his last touchy subjects. Maybe another redemption tour?

Ben- Ben, honestly made this game so much fun. I love a good reading challenge and he was definitely the winner is that weeks challenges, unfortunately he is also willam and got disqualified which was honestly great for my game

Stephanie- one of my closest allies from day dot. I found out you were my neighbor and realized I couldn’t blindside you and feel safe leaving my apartment. But I wouldn’t have anyway. Robbed juror from the Benace saga (like menace)

Andrew- Andrew KING in every sense of the word. Nobody I know put more effort into a game from start to finish. You’ll get a W on here soon.

Kevin- Kevin❤️❤️❤️❤️ king of owning my heart, the sweetest kindest angel Rachael- challenge beast. I’ve heard nothing but intimidating things about this legend and I am go glad I didn’t have to go against her

Mo- honestly an icon and one of the best social players to ever ply any games and that’s exactly why I didn’t want to play the game with you

Nik- it’s not by chance that you name holds three letter of the word King. Nik is a LEGEND

DeNara- do I know them? De nada.

Stephen- even more robbed of a king, he is one of the nicest people I have ever meet in these orgs.

Timmy- robbed king, so upset that I didn’t get to play with you this season.

Colin- first boot legend, in and of itself