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crying-over-spilled-feels · 1 year

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The Magic of Beginnings

Disclaimer: I do not own either of the canon characters. They belong solely to Intelligent Systems and Nintendo. No monetary gain is being made from this drabble. I did, however, re-name my female Byleth in-game to Atarah, as I thought Byleth was the name for the male hero since that was the name in my fiancé’s playthrough when he would play as I studied for Nursing school exams nearly two years ago. Oops. So, any mention to Atarah is indeed a blue-haired female Byleth.

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When Atarah the blue-haired daughter of the famed Captain Jeralt first begins her position at the monastery, Claude is instantly by her side.

“You came!” he happily chirrups, and almost blinding smile appearing on his lips. “I’m so happy you did,” the leader of the Golden Deer adds, dropping the volume of his voice to nearly a whisper.

“That I did,” Atarah softly grins, a small quirk of her lips and nothing more. “Apparently my father and I are in high demand around here,” the famed mercenary continues as she and Claude walk through the courtyard together. “It seems we both have our work cut out for us.”

“Indeed. Though, from what I saw of your skill in battle when you saved us from those thieves, they’re right to proposition you to stay,” Claude compliments, his eyes shining at the recent memory. “Although, I hope their offer was not as tactless as Dimitri’s and Edelgard’s were,” he laughs, thinking of those two house leaders trying to recruit Atarah immediately following the battle with the thieves.

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“Is there something you wanted, Claude?” Atarah inquires some time later as she realizes they have nearly reached her quarters and the heir to the Alliance is still animatedly chatting with her.

“Hmm?” Claude hums, slight confusion etched on his brow. “Must I want something to spend time with you, Atarah? After that battle and our journey here, I would consider us to be friends,” he admits, suddenly pulling up to a stop as they reach Atarah’s quarters.

Atarah’s cheeks quickly develop a scarlet blush in embarrassment as she looks up at Claude.

“I’m sorry, Claude. I… I…” Atarah stammers, and she can’t help but use one of Jeralt’s favorite curses in her head. “Of course I didn’t mean it to sound like that. My social skills will need some work, it seems,” the blue-haired mercenary admits, the color still painting her cheeks. “Floating from battlefield to battlefield with my father never left me the option of speaking to those my own age, I’m afraid,” she continues, and Atarah wonders what the smooth-talking heir of the Alliance could possibly be thinking about her now.

Claude gently laughs, clasping Atarah’s hands in his warmer, larger ones before he speaks again, his green eyes locking on Atarah’s azure blue ones.

“Atarah, I mean what I said about thinking of you as my friend,” he assures, squeezing Atarah’s hands gently. “Let’s just spend the next year or so learning about each other, little by little,” Claude suggests, that dazzling smile of his appearing and making Atarah go weak at the knees.

(Goddess, he truly is handsome!)

“I’d… I’d like that very much, Claude,” Atarah smiles back.

“Then I bid you goodnight, my Lady,” Claude grins, dropping a kiss to the back of her hand before turning back towards his own quarters.

The new professor of the Blue Lions quickly closes her door with a sigh, slumping to the floor with a dreamy far-off look in her eyes.

Whenever they both have a free moment, Claude and Atarah are nearly inseparable. They walk through the grounds of the monastery, talking about anything and everything, ranging from their unnatural upbringings to discovering their birthdays are only a day apart, with Atarah’s being the day before Claude’s. As they walk and explore the monastery together, Claude learns that Atarah feels most at peace in nature and can handle a sword better than anyone, other than Felix, that he’s ever met. Meanwhile, Atarah learns that Claude is a terrible cook, as she learns the hard way when he burns the meal they were cooking together in the dining hall, and that the heir of House Riegan would rather shy away from any responsibility in favor of aiding those he cares about. They fall into a sort of pattern this way, spending time uninterrupted with each other at least every other day to the point that everyone else has begun to take notice. No matter. Let them be jealous of their newfound companionship if they wanted. It’s not like the opinions of others has ever mattered to Claude and Atarah, and it’s not like they are breaking any rules.

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When Lady Rhea discovers that Captain Jeralt’s only child’s birthday is fast approaching, she quickly and happily announces there will be a ball held in honor of Atarah as the newest professor of Garreg Mach Monastery. Knowing of Claude’s love of music and his birthday being the day after hers, Atarah suggests a joint party to Lady Rhea and Seteth. At this suggestion, Seteth speaks of “favoritism” and that it would mean they should have celebrated Edelgard’s birthday in this way, which had already passed. Atarah knows that very well, thank you very much, as she sent Edelgard flowers and dined with the leader of the Black Eagles to celebrate. Oh, well. She had tried, and no one can fault her for that.

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Atarah’s birthday and subsequent party quickly approach, and everyone at Garreg Mach is abuzz with energy. Jeralt begins the festivities by bringing his daughter breakfast in bed like he did every year prior with a smile on his lips and a second tray for himself.

“For you,” Captain Jeralt suddenly announces, producing a gift from seemingly nowhere with a grin lighting his features.

“It’s beautiful, Papa!” Atarah gasps, throwing her arms around Jeralt’s neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek at the sight of a brand new, handcrafted sword.

“You’ve been training so much that I knew you’d love a new one. Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Jeralt whispers, and Atarah thinks of how privileged she is to be the only one alive who gets to see Captain Jeralt, her fearless father, at his kindest. After her breakfast with her father, Atarah walks into the Blue Lions lecture room to find everyone waiting for her, which is definitely strange since Sylvain is almost always late.

“What’s all this, then?” she inquires, taking in all of the excited faces.

A chorus of “Happy birthday!” soon rings out. Atarah’s heart swells at the gesture.

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That evening, the party commences after dinner and is planned to last halfway through the night, despite tomorrow being a training day. If there is one thing that does not mix well with Atarah, it’s being the center of attention in a social gathering. Due to her upbringing on many battlefields, she isn’t very talkative in general, preferring to listen and offer advice or an input when necessary. There are a handful of people who can consistently engage her in conversation, one of whom is coming towards her.

“You look beautiful, Teach,” Claude compliments, his voice breathy with emotion as he takes in the sight of Atarah wearing an emerald green dress that honestly matches Claude’s eyes.

“Thank you, Claude,” Atarah quietly returns, the tips of her ears turning pink as she meets Claude’s gaze. “You look quite handsome tonight,” she shyly grins, her blue eyes twinkling in the low light. “I really wish you’d stop calling me that, though.”

“Ah, c’mon, it’s funny!” Claude laughs, taking Atarah’s hand in his own. “I will try not to do it quite as much, then… Teach,” he continues, and Atarah playfully smacks his upper arm.

“You’re such an imp,” Atarah chuckles softly, the smallest quirk coming to her lips.

“Ah, but that’s one of my many charms,” Claude grins, showing all of his white teeth to the woman in front of him. “Now, c’mon, let’s have our one obligated dance we’ve agreed to, and then we can sneak on outta here,” he suggests, offering Atarah his hand as they prepare to join the other dancers.

“You mean it? You really want to dance with me?” Atarah inquires, hope evident in her voice as Claude gently pulls her on to the dance floor. “What if I step on your feet?”

“Of course I wanna dance with you, Atarah,” Claude answers in earnest, using one of his hands to tuck a loose strand of blue hair behind her ear. “I did tell you I was a treasure on the dance floor, and I intend to show you that,” he teases, his emerald eyes shining in mirth. “And don’t worry about stepping on my toes. I’m sure I’ve sustained many more injuries training against Dimitri and Edelgard.”

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After they dance to two slow songs and one fast dance complete with plenty of spinning and twirling, Claude and Atarah sneak out of the side door and head for the grassy field behind the monastery. Neither of them do particularly well in large crowds, and with everyone living at Garreg Mach in attendance, the room was practically filled to the brim. Once they are far enough away from the hustle and bustle noise of the party, Atarah and Claude flop down, the grass tickling against Atarah’s pale, bare legs.

“There! That’s much better! Isn’t it, Teach?” Claude happily sighs, reclining in the grass with his arms behind his head.

“It absolutely is,” Atarah agrees, the smallest of smiles on her lips as she sits next to Claude. “You are quite the splendid dancer, Claude. I could hardly keep up,” she compliments, her blue eyes locking onto his green ones.

“You aren’t so bad yourself,” Claude admits, his smile radiating in the darkness. “I’d gladly dance with you again, just say the word,” he winks, and that silent blush returns to Atarah’s cheeks.

Atarah simply grabs Claude’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, one of their many forms of silent communication they have built over the past few months. With that, they both settle into the grass to watch the stars shining down from above.

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The bell over the monastery chimes as it does five minutes before the end of the hour, and that snaps Claude and Atarah out of their silent reverie with the stars.

“Teach, quick! Make a birthday wish before the night’s over!” Claude declares, jerking himself upright, pulling Atarah up with him until they are sitting practically nose-to-nose.

“Whatever would I wish for?” Atarah inquires, not quite remembering if she has ever made a birthday wish in the past.

“Whatever your heart desires! C’mon, give it a try,” the leader of the Golden Deer urges, clasping Atarah’s hands in his own.

Quirking her brow at him before acquiescing, Atarah closes her blue eyes and makes her birthday wish. Suddenly, flashes of light appear even behind her eyelids and when Atarah opens her eyes, Claude and the rest of the world before her are bathed in the lights and colors of fireworks.

“Whatcha think?” Claude inquires, holding Atarah’s right hand tenderly with his left.

“It… It’s magical!” Atarah gasps, the breath nearly leaving her body. “I wonder how they…” she begins to question before Claude cuts her off.

“I told them. I knew how much you’ve always wanted to see fireworks, Teach.”

“Claude, I… Thank you! I don’t know what to…”

Suddenly, Claude acts on impulse and crashes their lips together, his right hand coming to rest on her cheek while his left curls protectively around Atarah’s waist. Atarah is originally shell-shocked due to never being kissed before, but she quickly matches Claude’s rhythm, switching from gentle and demure to more demanding effortlessly. As the clock strikes midnight, switching from the 23rd to the 24th of Blue Sea Moon, they part.

“Happy birthday, Atarah,” Claude whispers, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Happy birthday, Claude,” Atarah gently returns, her heart swelling with the magic of new beginnings.

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Author’s Note: So, I started my first Fire Emblem: Three Houses playthrough a few months ago and picked the Blue Lions house because I liked the rest of the students from the house the best out of all the cast. However, in my heart of hearts, my female Byleth (here named Atarah because when I made my playthrough I didn’t realize that Byleth was the canon name for the protagonist until my fiancé pointed that out to me) falls in love with and marries Claude because his storyline and the interest he shows in female Byleth/Atarah in my game is just so insanely precious. So, yes, Atarah in my playthrough is the professor for the Blue Lions house but she is courting and then ends up marrying Claude. This is the first step on their journey together in which per the in-game dialogue, Claude says he wants to “spend the next year or so learning about each other, little by little”, which is what inspired this fic to take hold. I know I technically wrote it for the “A Drabble a Day” challenge that I have fallen behind on- and subsequently backdated some of my works because I had this fic and about thirty others written at the end of December 2022, I promise, but my work schedule gets in the way of posting- even though this is very clearly a story much longer than a drabble. Anyway, all this to say I hope you sincerely enjoyed my first Claude/female Byleth (Atarah) story and expect to see more of this pairing from me in the future as I continue to play the game once I have a break from work and once my wedding is in just more than two weeks! Until next time, my dear readers! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night!

P.S. Let me know who your favorite Fire Emblem: Three Houses popular pairing is and who your favorite Fire Emblem: Three Houses rare pair is!

#fire emblem: three houses #claude von riegan #claude/byleth #female byleth #byleth #my female byleth is named Atarah because my fiancé didn't tell me Byleth was canon until after I made my character #oops #my female Byleth will thus always be referred to as Atarah #a drabble a day #writing every day

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sullustangin · 2 years

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WIP Ask Meme

--tagged by @starlightcleric

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) This isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Yikes. I won’t tag for EVERY piece I have here XD

I’ve done a few of these before, so I’ll take out the ones that I’ve already talked about. I’ll take @starlightcleric‘s strategy and list them by fandom and mark them abandoned as needed.

I’ll tag (no pressure as usual): @zabrakghoul, @tiredassmage, @consularmain, @outcastcommander, @thaniraslegacyswtor , @darth-atarah, @actualanxiousswampwitch, @should-i-say-it-like-a-spy, @nianthis22, @sparkles-and-rust

Batman

Batman (I know, creative)

Wonderbat

KOTOR

carth trash

SWTOR

Establishment

The Yavin Fic

prompts (as it says on the tin, but I’ll give you a piece of something not published)

The Man Who Lived for Tomorrow

Original Fiction

Dark Past

Doc1

Lost Souls

If I were a carpenter

Sin Takes A Holiday

Doing Sin Right (abandoned)

Highlander

highlander (abandoned)

Methos (abandoned)

To Kill a Mockingbird

It was the coolest fourth of July in twenty

L&O SVU

svu 1 (abandoned)

the last dance (abandoned)

West Wing

west wing

The Mandalorian

Mando (abandoned)

#fan fiction #WIP meme #writing fan fiction #the struggle is real #tag game #wip ask meme #can someone let them know?#tumblr: working as intended #ha now it works #apparently insulting tumblr is effective

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mlchaelwheeler · 1 year

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omg we have not talked in so long but happy happy birthday sarah!! i hope all is well with you <3

ATARAH ??!!! omg hiii and thank you!! <33 🫂💕

#i hope things have been well for you too!! i miss all the atla posting fr 😔 take me back to 2020 ughh shdhfh #ask sarah

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cryingasiwrite · 8 months

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Universe of Kisuan pt.3/??

This is part one of who knows how many of posts about the world Atarah's Crown takes place in. This universe is called Kisuan, it's a collection of three (maybe more who knows) realms: Alius, Valideus, and Eohenia.

Today, we're gonna talk about the realm Valideus and yes I'm using my series/universe bible for this.

This one is a big boy...

Background:

Valideus was once apart of the realm Kisuan along with Alius and Eohenia, but split when the god Iohr was cast from the pantheon. Since then, the only magic applicable in the Valideus realm is a form of elemental magic or gifted by a deity.

There are ten countries which make up Valideus: Triuse, Condor, Saine, Huton, Osca, Norsia, Seyda, Budos, Domun, and Eal. The majority of the countries are specifically ran and controlled by a certain potestate, or elemental magic:

Triuse and Eal are Vitum

Codor, Saine, and Huton are Saxum

Norsia is Aura

Seyda is Ignis

Budos is Unda

Domun and Osca, the two great superpowers of Valideus, are a blend of the potestate.

This does not mean that these countries only have their respective potestates living there, only that they are the majorities.

Countries:

Yes I made that map, I'm very proud of it.

Domun

Eal

Triuse

Caldor

Saine

Hutton

Osca

Norsia

Seyda

History:

Age of Empires:

There was a great empire, Arcé. (In cannon era, this empire no longer exsists, though the capitol of Domun is named after it.)

The Arcean Empire stretched across present-day Domun, to Budos, Norsia, and Eal.

Effectively, Arcé was the largest empire the history of the Valideus Realm.

At the same time, the Empire of Caldu stretched from present-day Codor, through Siaine, all the way to Huton.

Lastly, there was the Innul Empire, reaching across Seyda and up to Norta.

During this period of history, Arcé and Caldu fought relentlessly with eachother, usually regarding borders.

Dark Ages:

Kisuan split into the three realms.

During this time, Caldu was the first empire to fall, leaving present day Caldor, Saine, and Hutton to be warring clans.

To the south, Arcé falls soon after, becoming five kingdoms who constantly fight with eachother aswell.

Only the Great Innul Empire remains standing without issue.

Middle Ages:

Provides a great upheaval in the political sphere of Valideus.

Socially, quet-gas (portals to other realms) are now being commonly used by the Datums to travel to Eohenia and Alius.

The Great Innul Empire fell, leaving the kingdoms of Norsia and Seyda in it’s wake.

Triuse now forms as a kingdown, opposit of the Vitus Mountains from Caldor.

This new knigdon stretches down through present day Domun–Umbra Terra–an Eal; effectively taking over Eal who was beginning to form as its own.

Budos spans across the modern-day Domunian territories of Idor, Monmor, and Eurus.

Lastly, modern-day Idor, Monmor, Eurus, Adrian, and Umbra Terra continues to war with one another.

Age of Enlightment and (Cannon) Age of Technology:

Unification of Domun.

Eal is left stranded from Triuse but is still a colony of Triuse.

Eventually, Eal gain independence and becomes its own nation.

There becomes a growing focus in learning potestates, especially for people who are not warriors.

Nobility, on the other hand, begins to stop learning and harnessing their potestates.

There is now more trade between Valideus and Alius, and Valideus and Eohenia; more people migrate and travel between the realms.

With this, we see a rise in social problems between the potestates, Datum, Cetari, and Venefi.

The Kalta Dynasty is established in Domun

Deities:

A single pantheon rules over Kisuan in its entirety and, so long as the pantheon remains complete, as will Kisuan. In the beginning, Kisuan was one realm, a combination of Alius, Valideus, and Eohenia, just as the pantheon was one. During the Dark Ages of Alius (the golden era for non-european countries) one god, Iohr, was cast out of the pantheon. In doing this, Kisuan was split into the three realms.

Deities In Valideus:

Goddess of Travelers and Peace: Asoi

Goddess of War and Strength: Coros

Magic:

The Valideus Realm is aport of the Kisuan Universe. While Alius does not have any forms of magic and Eohenia has “fantasy magic”, Valideus has potestates. Magic in the Valideus Realm comes in two faucets. Potestates, an elemental type magic, and Gifts, blessings from the Goddess Asoi. (I'll make a post specifically about potestates but here's a quick overview)

Potestates:

Potestates are passed down from parent to child. There is no dominant or recessive potestate, so it's pretty much a 50/50 chance if the parents have different ones.

Aura, the potestate of Air

Ignis, the potestates of Fire

Saxum, the potestate of Earth

Unda, the potestate of Water

Vitum, the potestate of Shadows

Gifts:

Gifts are abilities or a form of magic that fall outside of the scope of potestates. Datums and Semisos Datums can get them in a (for lack of a better descriptor) baptismal like ritual from the goddess, Asoi. Some beleive that the Gift you receive says something about either the life you will live or who you are. For example, here are the Gifts of the four main characters in the Atarah's Crown series:

Enayat Asen, Gift of Empathy (he can see people's emotions like colored auras)

Roman Eren, Gift of Endurance (he can push his body's limits past what he should be able to. Ie. running further distances without training, holding his breath for longer than should be possible, etc.)

Piper Caroll, Gift of Replication (she can create multiple mirror images of herself)

Iris Dunn, Gift of Healing (she can manipulate cell regeneration and heal cuts, bruises, broken bones, etc.)

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers #writing #ya writer #ya fantasy writer #ya fantasy #write #world building #wip world building #fantasy world building #kisuan #atarah's crown #alius realm #valideus realm #eohenia realm

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npcemi · 10 months

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Could It Be Over (Andante)

https://soundcloud.com/npcemi/03-could-it-be-over?si=ca15b899e26144ca8d61d52a0fbffd7b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The fourth song on my Kim Possible orchestral concept EP: Tragedy unlike anything anyone has ever seen. Kim is missing and there’s no one to save the world. Even with some unlikely allies the new threat proves more than they can take. Our heroes lie defeated with no hope in sight. At least until they hear a familiar ring tone.

Commentary:

This song originally came from this kind of cruel idea that I wanted to write about a hypothetical breakup between Kim and Ron. When they get together the soundtrack is Could It Be by Christy Carlson Romano And it’s such a good track that really was perfect for the movie and the perfect song to start their relationship.

So I thought it poetic irony to use that song to create this theme. It started by just changing the Key from A Major and shifting it to a minor key. As my concept for this EP grew into a more developed idea I realized I needed this song to be more than just a breakup song, more than just about Kim and Ron. So I kept that same idea, but I wanted it to sound more hopeless. All hope is lost type of vibe. I still wanted to still maintain this sense of movement as well.

I changed the Key to C# minor mostly because that added a really good transition in the next song a hero returns which is in D major/B minor. I also changed the tempo from Could it Be tempo of 98 bpm and slowed that down to 68 bpm . So one of the things to start was I really wanted a rolling slow movement in the beginning.

I created this effect with how I staggered where the notes would change, ideally never having the notes change at the same time so that there is always some kind of pedal tone. I also wanted this little ominous thing under everything. So I chose the piano for this part, I knew it would both cut through the mix but also sit under everything nicely. The inspiration for it came from the 2019 Carmen Sandieago theme song. It has such a cool mysterious vibe. Atarah Arranges has this really cool Piano arrangement for it. Where there’s the ascending eighth notes to the chords. As well as some cool rhythmic stuff.

I wanted a similar vibe, but instead of it being this mysterious hero thing I wanted it to keep with the same hope is lost theme. So I took a similar Idea but instead of Ascending notes into the chords. I started high and descended into the chords. I also decided to go for a slower, simpler rhythm the feel of the song while still giving some movement.

Now I did include a very obvious nod to Carmen’s 2019 theme at measure 15-18 because I’m a self indulgent little shit. If ya’ll want to complain, talk to Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Mozart and every other ‘classical’ composer in existence. Because they do the same thing with pieces, themes, or musical bits they like or find interesting. I digress, but it fits pretty well inside of that first verse melody for that instance.

From there it becomes a pretty straight forward arrangement of the piece but I did use horns to try to make things more dramatic than they were in the original. One thing to note is I do have the Piano contradicting the melody in the chorus part. That chorus even in a minor key brings these hints of hope and are these lovely soaring strings. I feel like the piano keeping that same descending motif helps keep everything grounded.

At the end when the low brass and the low strings have the melody you then get to this fade out and then this little double time/ half note equals 100 rhythmic sections in the strings. You get this little heroic motif that starts before it breaks into the famous Kimmunicator ringtone (highlighted) and that is what leads directly into the intro into the next song on the album.

#Kim Possible #orchestral music #orchestra #Orchestral #music composition #composing #music composers

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literature-alchemist · 1 year

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silence that kills

(i am a lit-role-player from quotev and keep getting bapped bc i have spicy writing stuff in my journals so i will just post here and hope to save my lil blurbs)

Far too quiet.

Night time had fallen like a shroud of death upon them. All around the sounds of marching soldiers, shouted commands and doors opening and closing echoed like a broken symphony. Her heart thundered as she watched from the upper levels the young maiden she had once cradled so close, so carefully. Sending prayers to the heavens, to the hellfires, to anyone that would listen and guide her safe passage, she cradled hands that had just started showing signs of age close to her chest. But in her mind, there was only preternatural silence. It was the silence of death, the silence of losing everything and nothing at all. It was crushing in comparison to what had just transcurred.

“You set him free,” hissed in a dark alcove, she had grabbed her daughter by the arm. Her daughter who she loved more than life itself, more than perhaps even her youngest child. It was a sin, it was her doom but Gods knew that in her was everything that had been ripped from her.

Atarah’s gaze was full of defiance and a raging fire that seemed to melt their surroundings.

“He is innocent, mother, and your King is a monster!”

And there it was.

The truth lay between them like a rotting corpse.

Queen Alma only took a deep breath, letting her lids fall shut. Even in that quick moment she could feel the piercing gaze of her eldest, scrutinising every single gesture. Slowly, her hand loosened its vice on the woman’s arm.

“I know.” the Queen whispered, defeated .

“What?” she spat with disdain at her mere acknowledgement of the truth. The judgement was as scalding as she had intended and would forever brand the Queen.

Good.

“I will explain, but first,” meeting once more that gaze, she dared to raise her hand. Such a simple gesture made Atarah flinch and just when her mother thought she couldn’t be broken further, her heart caved completely. Still, she rested her palm against the unmarred skin of her face, a thumb gently brushing a bead of sweat. “Atarah, my beloved, my first born. . . My warrior, you must go. Go far away from this land and never return. Never turn back, not even for a glance, for he will find you and he will make your eternity Helm on Earth, do you hear me?”

Her fear tasted bitter in her tongue and she knew the shock her daughter must have felt. Once, twice, she attempted to formulate words but found none.

How could she reply when never in her days had Atarah witnessed her mother full of such hatred, such fear, such life?

“But—I need to stop him,” she said weakly, suddenly seeing and not seeing the mother she had known all those years. This woman before her was a viper, poised to strike, ready to protect. A slow smile full of cunning tugged on those perfectly crimson lips.

“And you will, but not now. Not for a long time. Now, do as I say, my child.”

Gods damn her mortal soul but Atarah followed suit behind the billowing skirts of her mother who now moved without a single ounce of the delicate maneuvers she had practiced and exerted at. No, the Queen was running through the halls, the long hair she kept neatly braided now falling off its intricate knots.

Blinking as quickly as she could, she vowed to memorise this image. . . Whoever that woman that ran through the maze-like corridors, a wraith stealing into night, was one Atarah admired and desired to learn more from. It was one that Atarah also wished to call to in times of fear, or simply to talk about a normal occurrence. Or to be able to simply turn to her for silent comfort and call her ‘mom’.

She wanted to.

Badly.

“Stop!” a booming voice sounded behind him and Atarah felt vile rise in her throat. “In the name of the Crown, I command you to stop!” her mother let out a colourful curse that had Atarah nearly toppling over the woman who merely pinned her with a stern gaze before straightening to look at the guard catching up to them.

The moment she slipped on the mask was one of pure art. Brows raised in a regal motion, gaze void of emotions, lips set, hands gently placed together as they floated above the skirts of the royal gown that fit her tall frame.

“Is that the tone in which you address your Queen, guard?” The voice was venom coating the mild halls of brickstones with icy command.

The man before her seemed to cringe back with a murmured curse—or a prayer.

“Apologies, your Majesty,” the title rolled off his tongue in a mocking manner that had Atarah gearing to gut him in the spot. Queen Alma simply nodded for him to state his business. “The princess and every other member of the Court is needed in the War Room. It seems there was a breach-”

“Is that why you shouted at the head of state as if dealing with mere scoundrels, is it, Colonel Rupert?”

Underneath his silver helmet Atarah could make out the wince and twinge of hatred at being recognised. Truth be told, she too was surprised her mother was able to recognise a man of her father’s troops.

“I simply abided order, your Majesty, pardon my offence and-”

“Very well,” it took monumental strength to not sputter as the Colonel grew crimson by being cut off not once, but twice during the short exchange. “Bring us to my husband, then. Make haste now.”

Panic seized her as she grabbed the Queen’s arm once the man turned around, grumbling under his breath. She knew she shouldn’t have trusted her, knew better than to-

Another stern look that had her pouting through reflex and all complaints fell silent. . .

But not before she saw the thin needle her mother produced from the hidden pockets amidst the folds of her skirts. Once, twice, thrice, she blinked at it, then up as her mother made her walk next to her, quiet, concentrated and-

And between the lightning cleaving the dry horizon with a thunderous entrance and the next moment, her mother had plunged that same needle into the man’s exposed neck, her other hand pressed firmly over his mouth as he screamed and howled but too late. Within seconds he lay unconscious on the floor, his face red.

“You. . . You killed-”

“Poison, my beloved, is not only meant to kill,” the Queen explained, as she hid the needle once more and darted back to their initial path. “It can stop a heart for a time, make one slumber deeply, even,” she said, throwing a mischievous smile that made all lines disappear from the once fair and youthful face over her shoulder. “Make anyone become irrevocably enamoured with you.”

Part of her didn’t even want to fathom how that became something she was willing to discuss so openly. Another part of her yearned to ask a thousand questions.

But down, down they went through a set of spiral stairs that began to change the lower they went. Moss and roots now cracked through the large bricks as if enraged that to find their natural passage obstructed. Moisture now clung to the walls, dripping and moulding the ceilings and walls as it saw fit.

To Atarah, this passage was new and unknown, which hindered her pace. Yet, her mother who had dashed further without looking back, torch in hand, seemed to have each pebble, each twist and turn engraved in her mind. The longer she spent behind her, the more a fear so life-altering choked her. Just what exactly had she been brought up by to realise that she didn’t even know the woman that gave her life? To witness the horrors her father was willing to impose on both mortals and not in order to gain power beyond measure? To realise that. . .

A dungeon.

They were deep within the castle, in a part long-forgotten and disposed of. Cauldrons of different sizes were thrown against the walls, as if a blast had sent them flying to dent the foundations with a rage. A dark, oily liquid poured from some, looking for all the world like a breathing organism. The cells that surrounded the cavernous space were the worst. Vats of moonlight streamed from a ceiling that she could not quite make out, but allowed one to see gears and chains that seemed to have held up numerous things on wicked hooks and the rust on them. . .

Blood.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

A moan from her far right nearly sent her screaming when her mother peered from the end of the space through a door opening, hushing her.

“Quiet, now.”

There was. . . there was a person down here alive?

No, she realised, as her feet reluctantly dragged her forth to the cell of polished. . .

Stone? She didn’t recognise what sort of stone shone black as the night but upon a closer look its core shone with a deep red. Curious to a fault, she reached forward, her hand a ghostly white as she touched it and immediately hissed pulling back.

It burned her.

The stone still hissed, as though annoyed it couldn’t simply reach for her and kill her.

“Alma,” that voice again came from within and Atarah frowned, her skin standing on end at the name it seemed to plead to. Her mother’s name was now being repeated in the most pain filled manner as chains rattled over the uneven surface. The sound echoed off the walls in each chamber, like nails on metal, and for once Atarah couldn’t help but step back. Maybe it was her imagination, or the fact that her nerves were neurotic with the promise of death shall she fail that night, but the darkness stirred within that cell, and seemed to come nearer. Closer, closer, and closer until a hunched figure dragged itself near enough the cell’s gate to be bathed by the torches her mother lit around the room before going to do Gods knows what.

It was a faerie.

A winged faerie whose bulking size could not be mistaken even when there was not an ounce of strength in those bones to lift him up. His hair hung in long mats against his oil slick skin. There were numerous warts, and from them oozed a pale sheen that reeked of putrid flesh and—

His wings were torn to shreds.

She didn’t know when she started heaving right in front of that cell, her efforts to stand, to put distance between herself and the tortured creature failing miserably as her stomach begged to rid them of the taste it left by scent alone.

The creature seemed to take a breath that sounded far too close to a sob. Its body raked with the effort, muscles tensing under too tight skin. Atarah’s hair was a curtain between her and the atrocity her father had created and she willed it to stay that way, to give herself a moment, an opportunity to bare the weight of this guilt, this pain. . .

“My Alma, you came,” the voice spoke again, broken and raspy however full of longing and a deep yearning that had tears welling up in Atarah’s icy blue eyes. A hand had slipped between the bars of polished stone, disregarding the scorching pain that it must be causing him completely in order to push back the mess of curls from the girl’s pale face. Once again, vile rose to her throat but she couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from the creature that spoke her mother’s name with a tenderness that shattered her. “You came, you came, you came, you came. . .”

Gods.

He didn’t have eyes.

Or at least, she thought he didn’t, for there was a strip of gauze wrapped around his head, covering the spots from where old blood had once poured freely from. It wasn’t a new dressing as it was stained with age, and worn, but she didn’t think behind it fared any better.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out, not realising she was leaning towards the hand that now stroked her hair, wanting, needing to help, to protect, “I am so, so sorry.”

“Alma,” he whimpered and she could see the outlines of what once must have been a handsome face now marred forever with the years of torture and pain.

Opening her mouth to beg him to stop calling her mother’s name, to force the gates open, to do something, anything, she was wrenched away by steel hands.

“Atarah, do not touch anything here.” a hiss so terrifying spoke into her ear but she could feel the same tremors running through her mother’s body as it did hers.

“He needs our help, he needs new dressings. We need to get him out, to help him-” she was hyperventilating, she could feel it. The crushing inside of her chest, the darkness around the other cells. Souls slowly clawing their hands against the floors, the walls, clanking chains against one another. Whips falling on tender flesh, tearing and bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.

Forcibly, she was turned around and slammed into warmth and rocked with a force that made her cling like a mere babe only discovering possessing a body. Her sobs slowly drowned out the sounds of the dead, of the living, of everything that once was.

Alma’s russet coloured eyes locked with the dark spots where her soulmate’s hid behind. The prisoner trembled, having somehow regained a grip on reality that years in imprisonment had long ago stolen from him. And he saw her, saw them as one held the other in an embrace that anchored sanity before the tempest ended them all and he recognised them. Both of them claimed to him in two different but vital ways. He knew she was watching her too, because when his brow furrowed and he shakingly brought himself to his knees, he saw the Queen mass of onyx hair move as she gave him the smallest of nods.

She is.

Somewhere inside his mind, Eleazar roared for all he had lost.

#fantasy #roleplay #blurb #not a prompt #original writing #quotev #heroine #fae #lost family #angst

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penguinsledder · 1 month

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While doing rounds today, I heard a familiar voice—turns out the watcher of one of my patients was watching ATLA!!! The Deserter to be exact. Haha turned and saw Jeong Jeong and Aang on her phone 🤣

#i may be all grown up with a job that leaves me completely exhausted every day #but i'll always be an atla fan 🥰#avatar: the last airbender #atla #really is a classic :)#atarah talks #personal

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americasmotek · 1 year

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About

Name: Atarah Meira Sofer Age: 23 Hometown: Mea She'arim, Israel Current Location: Brooklyn, New York Profession: Owner and Boss Lady at Motek Market and Cafe

Biography: Four kilometers from the bustling center of Jerusalem lies the neighborhood of Mea She’arim but you might think it was an entirely different world. The strict community is guided by their local Rabbi and takes the words of the bible literally. This community is where Atarah grew up, the youngest of seven, to an Ultra-Orthodox Haredi family. Growing up in a Haredi household meant that her entire life was planned, that she would be arranged to be married at seventeen, then she’d be responsible for her husband and the large family she’d be expected to provide for him. It all came to a screeching halt when Atarah announced that she wanted to join the Israeli Defense Force. Hasidic men don’t even join the IDF, instead, spend their time studying the bible but she knew that the army was a way out of her constricting upbringing and would let her experience life outside of the insular community. What she didn’t expect was for her family to disown her or just how difficult it would be to try to assimilate into the culture of modern Israel.

Her two years in the army were exhilarating and expanded her views, challenging everything she’d learned in her youth. It was the first time she realized that she could do so much more than being a wife and mother. Her unit became almost like a family, bonded through the experience of working in the combat zone. She had been focused on their mission and eager to do her part in the war efforts until she and her best friend, Chaya, were kidnapped by members of Hamas, who were trying to ransom the soldiers for members of their organization that has been imprisoned. The girls were tortured, locked in solitary confinement, and forced to interact by making up a code of knocking on the door between them. When their demands weren’t met, their captors inflicted worse on the girls, ending in Atarah being forced to watch them murder her best friend in front of her. Eventually, she was saved but her injuries brought her to the Hadassah Ein Kerem Hospital in Jerusalem. A transfer to Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City is ultimately where Atarah starts her metamorphosis.

Released into a new world, she took a chance by opening Motek Market and Café, sharing the recipes her mother taught her to cook for her own family, not the public. Putting all of her efforts into her business gave her purpose, and offered her the kind of focus and duty instilled in her from being a soldier. She might seem as sweet as honey with her bright eyes and ever-present smile but Atarah still lives with the horrors of her past and a constant attempt to figure out what she truly believes.

Secrets:

Note: None of these are public knowledge but are here to use for connection/storyline purposes.

ONE: Growing up as the youngest of seven children, Atarah has a competitive spirit and a desire for success by any means necessary. As a child, that meant that she would tattle on her sisters or sweet talk her mother to give her the last slice of babka. As an adult, it has developed into a more devious trait; while Motek grows into a popular destination for a taste of Mediterranean food, she is fiercely aware of her competition. Determined to succeed at all costs, Atarah makes sure none of them prosper – by any means necessary.

TWO: The only way she could manage to acquire the money to open her café was to get blood money from a local gang. Her affiliation allowed her funds for the down payment and the rent. The terms of the deal weren’t desirable but she understood that she had to make a deal with the devil to build something greater. One of the terms of the deal was that her café is now a front for a drug trafficking ring and her bakery provides drugged sweets for those in the know. Ultimately, her hands are tied in this venture because it will take a long time to begin to pay them back but she is constantly looking for opportunities to find her way out but the access to drugs pulls her back in. She doesn’t showcase her growing addiction, embarrassed that anything has power over her but it is growing as she falls deeper into her associations with the gang.

#about

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glitzempireofficial · 2 years

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Prophet Joseph Atarah Wins Award

Singing Prophet and songwriter, Joseph Atarah’s ‘Woye Odo’ song won this year’s Collaboration of the Year at the National Gospel Music Awards (NGMA). The song, which featured gospel music dynamo, Piesie Esther, was released November last year. It talks about the greatness of God. It also urges believers not to give up in circumstances they find themselves because God will never forsake…

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atarahsofer · 2 years

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Activity Check - 30

“Life is like an ice cream cone, you have to lick it one day at a time.”

Everything in Atarah’s life - if she could help it - was structured and meticulously planned. Despite having finished her military service, she still approaches her day the way she had during then. Everything requires order and succeeding in business requires extra attention. Most members of the Organization assume her life revolves around food and Motek, which, to some extent, it does, but what she does in the shadows is her secret to keep. While there are some changes depending on the day or the situation, Atarah’s daily schedule tends to look something like this:

Morning - בוקר 5:00AM - If she’s slept at all, Atarah wakes up with Bamba, her pup, usually curled against her. After a moment of getting her bearings and reminding herself that the vivid nightmares were just memories, she slips from her bed and pads to the kitchen with Bamba at her feet to make a fresh cup of coffee. 5:05AM-5:30AM - While the coffee brews, she moves to the bathroom for her morning ritual - a multistep skin care routine, flossing, brushing her teeth, mouthwash, followed by brushing her hair and tying it in either a braid or ponytail. Then she changes into her standard uniform for work - a Motek baseball t-shirt, her skinny jeans and Converse. Then, she enjoys her coffee and looks over her schedule for the day in her daily planner, making notes on what awaits her and any last-minute changes in preparation of the day ahead. 5:30AM - With her daily planner, her laptop and Bamba in tow, Atarah heads downstairs. She gives Bamba a walk before she unlocks the front door of Motek Market and Café, turns on the lights, deposits her bag in her office, and lets Bamba trail her to the kitchen. 6:00AM-7:30AM - While she has an entire staff to prep things for the day, she craves the solitude. Atarah turns on her Motek Moves Spotify playlist and begins her day by working on chopping vegetables, checking on marinading meats, prepping sauces and creating what will become an assembly line for her chefs. During this time, she takes a break to prepare a latte in an off menu flavor, and calls the Downtown Seattle location of Motek to verify that everything is ready to go in her first location as well. 7:30AM - Motek staff files in and everyone greets Bamba before the pup makes her way to the office. Atarah prepares a staff meal - a breakfast for everyone to enjoy while they settle in and gets their coffees. 8:00AM-9:00AM - While everyone eats breakfast, which changes daily and can vary from something off the menu or a new item Atarah is experimenting with, they discuss their schedule and goals for the day. This includes any catering orders and when they should be finished by. Atarah gives everyone a pep talk and wishes them a great day before they get to their stations to begin work. 9:00AM-10:00AM - Motek is open to the public and Atarah makes herself another latte. During this time, Lily arrives for coffee. Atarah fusses over her and makes sure she eats something before she works the register, checking out customers, handling all phone calls and orders. 10:00AM-11:00AM- After a quick check in with the kitchen, Atarah leaves Motek to go to a workshop, a group session or a meeting with either Sophia or Maggie. If she can, she tries to spend the majority of her time at The Center with Theia instead. 11:00AM-12:00PM - Atarah heads to her office to return emails and make phone calls. Often this includes to members of the local press who are in her pocket by any means necessary and going over any press coverage Motek will have. This is also when she checks that pre-planned social media campaigns are live or scheduled accordingly.

Afternoon - אחרי הצהריים 12:00PM-2:00PM - During these two hours, Atarah either covers the register or waits on tables, depending on how she’s feeling. It’s also during this time that she contacts friends in the Organization to do her afternoon check-ins which include: asking if they’ve eaten, what they'd like to eat, how they’re doing and whether they’re open to a visit (which she adds to her schedule). 2:00PM-3:00PM - Leaving Motek with packaged lunches, she makes scheduled visits - depending on who has texted back. If they mention stopping by Motek instead, she uses the time for socializing there instead. Sometimes she'll meet others for lunch at a restaurant instead. 3:00PM-4:00PM - After another call to check in on Motek Downtown Seattle, she returns any new email and phone calls, as well as doing some research into her less than savory engagements. This is when Atarah might finally have some kind of lunch, if she hasn't already eaten. If this doesn’t take her up the entire hour, she returns to work in front of house. 4:00PM-5:00PM - Atarah jumps into the kitchen to work on dinner prep, taking the time to work on a staff dinner for everyone to enjoy. If they can, the staff enjoys the meal before dinner service or they eat it in shifts before returning to work.

Evening - ערב 5:00PM-7:45PM - Dinner service at Motek begins. Atarah waits tables and checks on customers before taking Bamba on her evening walk. After dropping Bamba at home, she and her front of house manager, Hannah, change for their exercise class. 7:45PM-9:00PM- Atarah and Hannah make their way to the exercise class, often Krav Maga or Boxing, but sometimes Pilates or Zumba. 9:00PM-10:00PM - Returning to Motek, Atarah makes any final check ins with her staff and makes sure that they are prepared to finish out the night. She changes for the night and finishes logistics for how her night is going to go before heading out. 10:00PM-2:00AM - Atarah makes her way to [redacted for legal reasons]. If she isn't preoccupied during this time, she uses it to blow off some steam, drinks, dancing or just getting a little wild. Somewhere between 12:00AM 3:00AM - Atarah returns home and takes a long bubble bath, relaxing from a long day of work and relaxing. She then curls up with Bamba on the couch to catch up on TV while having a snack or a glass of wine. Then she prepares for bed, winding down with her nighttime routine (same as her morning routine, but potentially with an added face mask,) refills Bamba’s water and food, and gets in bed, praying for sleep but if it comes at all, it is fitful.

#30 #a day in the life #ac

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