#between the sun naps and the tree-climbing thing

[courtingchaos]

Hiding

FBoy!Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Uh oh, Eddie found your hiding place.

Warnings: Language

A/N: It’s been a while, I know. I went through a lot of ways these two would run back into each other and I liked it not being a huge thing. Just Eddie being pushy and you trying to keep a brave face.

Late summer morning blows in off the lake, a cool breeze that mingles with the bright sun climbing a cloudless sky. Another night spent at Rick’s helping Lisa and another week spent ignoring most of your life. The floating pier you’re dangling your feet off of bobs under you with the small wakes that hit the shore. The house that you desperately needed to get out of stands darkened behind you, even though you can still here Lisa giving Rick every level of hell.

He’s been a bastard, a motherfucker, a shitheel and a fucking bastard again in about 20 minutes after another little blonde was found creeping out of his basement. You’d actually been the one to see her while you put your small bag of groceries away and she had tried to pad out past you through the back door. Honestly you probably would have let her go with just a searing stare but as luck would have it, Lisa had been outback, smoking. So to say sleep had been light was an understatement while Rick was sent through the wringer and Lisa threw anything she could get her hands on.

At least you could catch a hint of fall on the back of the breeze where it rustled the leaves in the bright yellow ginkgo trees lining the walk down to the pier. You’d lit your cigarette and promptly forgotten it, tucked between your fingers that clutched the edge of the wet wood. There’s a few almost waves that slap against the platform under you when an early morning boater glides by, drowning out the crunch of steps behind you. The ripples in the water have your three hours of sleep beat and the hypnotic shimmer around your bare calves has you almost laying back to take a nap.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

The last voice you’d expect at 7 am, the gravel in it betraying his own lack of sleep. You know you visibly tense but you’re not turning around to look at him, two months of avoided texts should have been a big enough signal for him. There’s maybe a quarter of your cigarette left that you end up sucking down, something to do while you continue to pretend he isn’t there.

“Gonna ignore me in person too?” Eddie steps onto the pier and it springs up.

“What are you doing here?”

“One of the guys called me, said Romeo and Juliette were at it again.” He takes a few more steps out and you still don’t turn around. “Asked me to come out and talk some sense into Rick.”

“You’re gonna have to pry Lisa off his neck.”

“Yeah, she’s taking a lap.”

That makes you turn to look back up at the house and you realize the shouting has stopped, Lisa’s Audi gone from the drive.

“Shit.” You stub out the ember on your smoke and finally drag your legs out of the water, snatching your slides when you stand up. Finally you lay eyes on him and he looks different. Old Slipknot shirt a size too big, jeans that he probably owned in high school by the amount of holes in them and terminally ill reeboks that saw better days a decade ago.

“What?”

You try to ignore him and walk away but he’s too quick for you on this thin strip of wooden slats.

“No, you don’t get away easy like that.” He grabs your arm to get you to stop and you chance falling into the water when you yank it out of his grip.

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me.”

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

“Because I don’t care.” The look you give him is dirty, your best practiced Mean Girl. You have no armor on this morning, no sharp liner or outfit that shows off your only assets. Even with your hair pulled up and grungy house clothes on you still slide into that persona like an old sweater. “Do you, Eddie?” You cock your head at him and point one of your long talons at him, one that desperately needed a fill. “You with your groupies and your two sets of friends. Why are you bothering me when you’ve got Dani and her Gucci purse? What happened to Kim?” You click your tongue at him and turn to keep walking away. “Go bother one of them.”

He doesn’t follow you until you’re well on your way up the embankment, far enough behind that he can’t hear you mumbling to yourself about him blowing up your phone. Inside is quiet except for the movement of Rick from his room. He’d sheepishly come out into the kitchen when he’d heard you come in, a hopeful look on his face that fell when he realized it wasn’t Lisa crawling back.

“Can I use your car.” You don’t ask, just stare at him until he scoffs and tells you no.

“You ran Lisa off, how am I getting home?”

“Uber for all I fucking care.” Rick runs a hand down his face, stubble scratching under his palm.

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“I never claimed to be one.” He grabs his keys off the counter and eyes you before heading back into his room and slamming the door.

Your shit is everywhere in the guest room and you sigh at yourself. Three days this time around and it looks like you’ve lived here for three years, shoes kicked under the bed and duffel bag left open and empty on the chest at the foot of the bed. There’s a short knock on the doorframe and you think maybe Rick is done being a dick but the scuffed white sneaker that comes into view tells you otherwise.

“Get out.”

“Do you need a ride?”

“Not from you, get the fuck out.” You keep picking up your work shirts and throwing them violently into your bag. Maybe he’d finally get the message.

“How’s your hand doing?” He apparently doesn’t and also avoids whatever fight you’re trying to start.

“It’s fine, get out.”

“Lisa told me you broke your fingers.” He moves into the room fully and stands at the foot of the bed looking too soft. His hair isn’t tied back this morning and it fluffs out around his head, obviously unwashed and freshly bed headed.

“Well she’s terrible at keeping secrets.” You have a handful of socks you try to drop but that hand with the still healing fingers cramps up at the most inopportune time and Eddie gets to watch you grimace and slowly unclench your fist. “Didn’t know you were keeping tabs on me.”

“Had to somehow since you still don’t know how to answer a text.”

“No I can text, I just don’t reply to you.” Still avoiding his gaze but you’ve run out of clothes to pick up so you stare at the hardwood floor and sigh. “Seriously just go. I got a ride.”

“You paid for an Uber.”

“Same thing! Why are you stalking me Munson, huh?!” You yell and round on him finally. It would seem Rick’s was the place to have it out this morning. Eddie remains unfazed when you get in his face, voice rising and fingers jabbing into his chest. “When I don’t answer ten calls and a hundred texts it means I don’t want anything to do with you! I want you gone!” You shoo him towards the door, a gesture he also ignores. “You treat me like I’m some random asshole and then expect me to drop everything because what, you’ve got feelings all of a sudden?” Your laugh cuts through the quiet in the room and you catch the flinch of his shoulders. “I don’t fuck around with nobodies who push! I had my fun and now we’re done!” Mean Girl says this to him, full force voice and a final shove with your finger to make your point clear.

Mean Girl means all of this and she’s great at being cover for you. She keeps everyone on knifes edge and keeps everyone in check and keeps everyone’s dirty little secrets. She gets to eye Eddie like a butchers case and take her pick of prime cuts. She cuts and she cuts and she stays quiet and she gets the privilege of front row seats to heartbreak and fistfights and you? You get to pretend you’re her all the time.

You’d like Eddie to stay and you’d like a ride from him. He could drive through somewhere and get you a coffee for the ride home. Maybe he’d even help you pack up your laundry and even help you start a load at your place. He could look around your apartment and glean some personality off of your things and maybe he could let you have a redo of two months ago. He could clean off your rings and your knuckles; he could get you patched up and comfortable and not get thrown out. You wouldn’t close up this time.

But this isn’t that, it isn’t anything. He’s a fling, was a fling, with a full roster already and you refuse to warm a bench for him.

“Fine.” He shrugs coolly and leaves the room in two steps, hands still tucked up into his underarms. “See you, Red.”

He doesn’t slam the door behind him this time.

It takes your driver forever to find the house, giving you enough time to finally get ahold of Lisa. She’s already basically forgotten what she was screaming about, especially since Rick turned her Amex back on an hour ago.

“So he just called to tell you that?”

“No, I called him to ask if he was going to say sorry and he said he turned it back on.”

“So it’s kind of like an apology, but not really.”

“Babe, you wouldn’t get it. We’ve never put a label on us…”

You stop listening to her try to reason her way out of it this time. Your phone buzzes and you pull it away from your ear to stare at the notification that your Uber finally arrived. You cut her off to tell you’re leaving and she blows kisses over the Bluetooth in her car. You grab your things and pound on Rick’s door before you leave and when you get onto the front porch there’s no car. A double check of your phone shows that yes they were here but the only cars in the drive are Rick’s Jeep and Eddie’s Challenger.

“Where’s my ride, Eddie?”

A jerk of his head before he opens his door and climbs in, car already idling, waiting on you.

“I’m not getting in your car.”

“I’m not gonna fuck you in it again.” He presses a button and you hear the passenger door unlock. “I’m taking you home.”

God you want to fight him and not just verbally. The ache of your fingers reminds you that you shouldn’t but the fire remains lit all the same.

“Why are you being like this?”

“Because I want to make sure you get home safe.”

He doesn’t yell or spit it at you. He says it sincerely and you feel very soft and stupid for a moment. The low car looks almost inviting in the morning light, Eddie in overly worn clothes and sleep still settled in the faint lines around his eyes. He nods again at the passenger seat and closes his door while he waits for you to decide.

It’s not long, not with your options what they are and you slide in with your bag silently.

Eddie was expecting a little more fight from you and seeing you still and silent and unarmed gives him a swooping feeling in the pit of his stomach. He punches in your address and starts the 30 minute drive and he wonders who’ll break the silence first.

“I’m sorry about last time.” You say quietly, eyes glued to the handles of your bag. He reaches out and takes it, drops it in the backseat in the hopes that you’ll look at him.

“I really was only trying to help.”

“I know.”

“It was nice, what you did for Dani-“

You snort and cross your arms over your chest, head shaking at nothing in particular. “Always about fucking Dani.”

“It was about Dani!” It’s amazing how fast the switch is, from soft words to the yelling between you two.

“What do you want from me?” The firmness behind your question gives Eddie a clue to not fuck around right now. He lets the first thing in his head out of his mouth and flinches at your look of scorn.

“I want to be friends.”

“Friends?”

“Is that so unbelievable?”

“Yes.” A matter of fact nod of your head. “One hundred percent. You have yet to show that you even enjoy being around me so this?” You circle an open palm at him, “This is why I’m confused why you’re playing knight suddenly.”

He’s not really sure either but it makes sense. That first night was harmless fun but then he’d stare at your contact info, racking his brains for something to text you for. A pickup or a party, anything that didn’t make him feel like a teenager again, too afraid to ask out the cool girl. But now those ideas are moot as you’re sitting in his car without any of your façade, willingly letting him take you home.

“I just…” He won’t say it because it wouldn’t be true. He doesn’t think it would be true.

You’ve become a thing he looks forward to during his nights playing dealer, a welcomed distraction that no longer felt like just a distraction. Eddie cares what you think about him, from his clothes to the girls to his fucking car, but he’s spent so long avoiding those thoughts it feels foreign in his head.

“Can we start over?”

“This conversation or-“

“I could use some more friends.”

That makes you chuckle, a puff of air blown through your nose. “I thought you said you had enough?”

“Well I miscounted.”

The tension bleeds away with the faint music, the new silence warm again in its place. There’s a smile playing at the corner of your lips and he’s suddenly determined to make it grow.

“Since we’re friends now…”

“Mm.” A fraction of growth while you play with your phone.

“I was thinking we could hang out sometime. Just us.” Stopped at the red light he looks over at you just as that smile drops before it could ever form.

“Eddie…”

“Christ, what? I can’t ask you to hang out?”

You give him a heavy look and he almost misses the light turning green.

“You’re still just trying to fuck.”

“Maybe I’m trying to ask you out!” His hand slaps the steering wheel out of frustration and he passes the car in front of him, speeding unnecessarily.

“You’re asking me out.”

“Not now!” He sounds like a whining child, even to his own ears. He can’t look back over at you, refuses to see whatever derision or disgust you’re gracing him with. He drives in silence and the ruined mood he created yet again while you sink further into your seat. He’s turning into your complex before he’s ready to let you out, a lot of dumb emotions still sitting like lead in his gut. His phone burns against his leg with all the unread messages from the morning and not for the first time does he wonder why he’s even trying to do this.

The door unlocks and his attention snaps over to you before you can open the door.

“I’m serious.” He blurts out and drops a hand on your knee that you immediately stare at. “About the date.”

You freeze under his touch, such a change in your normal response to him and he feels a twinge of trepidation. You stay wound up around yourself but there’s a softening of your shoulders and you don’t push his hand away so he takes it as a small victory.

“One stipulation.”

“What?”

“You need to delete their numbers.”

He doesn’t need to ask who’s. He stares past you at something outside, eyes unfocused while he chews on his lip. “I mean that’s-“

“If you want to take me on a date, a real date, then you’re going to treat me like I’m not a random hook up.”

The car idling is loud in the silence that follows and Eddie thinks it’s a little pathetic that he can’t find words, let alone lie to you right now. Normally his silver tongue gets him out of situations like this with nothing more than a whisper and a practiced grin.

“Of course baby, I’ll delete them.”

But he doesn’t know for sure if he will. You give him such a tired look and he doesn’t want to be the reason you look so defeated but he knows himself, the kind of shit he pulls.

“I uh, I don’t want to make a promise I might not keep.” Honesty wrapped around a shitty reality.

You huff softly and reach in the back to grab your duffle, carefully swinging it to rest on your lap before you exit his car.

“Seriously? A few numbers?” You ask and he can hear what you’re really trying to say, ‘Aren’t we a little old for this?’

“I don’t want to lie to you.”

“Doesn’t get you a date just because you don’t want to.” The door opens and the bright morning light spills into the tinted interior. You climb out of his car and lean back in for your keys and he has a distinct memory of playing pool with you. “I hope you grow up some day Eddie.”

You don’t slam the door like he expected, like the last time you were in his car. You don’t walk away with a switch in your step and you don’t look back at him with a cheeky wave. Eddie watches you climb the wooden steps slowly, tiredly, to the top landing and he watches you unlock your door and disappear from view.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Fic #Eddie Munson Angst #Eddie Munson x Reader #My Work #My Fic #Vlad

[heranubis]

gift for @rocksinmuffin! another twst (and lilia) fan<3

due to a tumblr glitch - this was posted instead of saved. working on finishing this asap.

5 signs you're dating a vampire (by the great grimm)

sign 1 (one): tends to avoid sunlight (like. a lot)

another day in ramshackle dorm, another day of the student body marching through like an endless parade that actually lives there. normally Grimm minds a fair amount (the prefect is His magickless servant, not theirs!) - but today he's Extra grumpy about it.

today was the designated (self-appointed) nap day between him and you. he always gets a small can of tuna (and belly scratches!) but... naturally, that all flew out the window the very second Lilia flew in.

decorated with a black, lacy parasol (something that looks delicate and old) and he refuses to put it away until every window is closed and curtain drawn. the very second the last sliver of light disappears, so does the parasol. naturally - avoiding sunlight isn't Always suspicious, but this is Lilia Vanrouge. everything he does is suspicious (according to Grimm, anyways).

the diasomnia member simply giggles as he usually does and waves grimm's concerns away with a flippant hand. "i don't do well in the sun. i burn very easily~"

the cat gives him a suspicious look before running up to his own room in the dorm. he was going to nap - regardless if lilia wanted to drop by and avoid sunlight. it's been a long day and he's sure you would yell for help if it was needed.

(unspoken is how he lingers just outside the doorway, sleeping while an ear remains perked - just in case.)

sign 2 (two): he refuses to eat garlic (slight agreement there)

garlic, by any means, is far from grimm's favorite seasoning - it makes his nose itch. so when lilia comes over for dinner (the 91th time this month alone), he barely notices when the older student gently rejects any offers of Anything that even smells remotely of garlic.

"ah," he sighs - seemingly tired as if he's answered this question a million times before - "i'm simply... allergic to garlic. it doesn't particularly agree with me."

grimm vaguely remembers adeuce talking about Something (symptoms of some disease) and a few things caught his attention. things lilia did. he thinks they called it vampirism.

you'd gotten onto him several times now about jumping to conclusions, so he sat silently at the table (eyes never leaving lilia) as the student joked and giggled. it was totally normal and fine for someone to not like garlic - but the more grimm thought about it the more suspicious he got.

sign 3 (three): never wears silver (from what's been observed - thank you, r.h.)

sign 4 (four): has no reflection!!! Ever!!!!

perhaps inlisting the help of one rook hunt wasn't the brightest idea - he was terrifying and always manage to make grimm jump a few feet in the air. but he was also the best at observing others - often while remaining unseen himself.

therefor, he was the perfect choice for what the cat had in mind. a big tell of vampirism was avoiding silver - something about it burning their skin. and while lilia didn't often wear jewelry - he Had been spotted sporting it when dressed up for a holiday, school event, or something to do with his club. (rook even mentioned one time about him doing something called 'cosplay' with idia.)

sure, some people looked better in different metals, but Everyones worn silver at least once. and the fact lilia seemed to avoid it only made grimm more suspicious.

(naturally, what the little monster Didn't see was lilia waving in a friendly manner to rook - who was lounging in a tree, within perfect sight of his 'prey'.)

the mirrors in ramshackle dorm were old and busted and dirty. but he also knew there was one the prefect used quite often - the one in their bedroom. grimm could never use it, as it sat too high for him to feel comfortable climbing towards. but... on lilia's more frequent visits - that was the only mirror he seemed to use.

sign 5 (five): mysterious red stains that he never bothers to explain

and it was once (only once) grimm was in the room when lilia was using the mirror. he was re-applying what the prefect later explained to be eye-liner - something that could be done without a mirror but it was easier to see your reflection.

when grimm looked up at said mirror being used, he saw no reflection. no eyes, no nose, nothing on lilia's person was reflected back. only vampires had no reflection - every other creature in twisted wonderland had a reflection (this grimm knew for a fact.)

he'd barely rambled out some excuse before bolting from the room - haunted by lilia's giggles as the vampire older student went back to finishing his eye-liner.

the final nail in the coffin for grimm was when he would show up with random red stains peppering his white undershirt (red! red stains!)

sign 6 (six): he has a biting problem (written and scribbled out by the prefect)

the prefect always brushed it off with a light scolding to be more careful next time, meanwhile lilia would just give them a secretive little smile.

grimm is more firm in his beliefs now. he can say with absolutely no room for doubt - lilia vanrouge is a vampire. perhaps even the only one in twisted wonderland.

lilia is just a regular fae who is more expressive in his affections - he has sharp teeth and likes to nibble. garlic smells too strong to anyone with heightened senses (see: beastmen and other fae). he does wear silver but only on special occassions.

the old mirror in the prefects room is imbued with an old magick, it only reflects mortal souls. if malleus, crowley, or even sebek were to look into it - there would also be no reflection.

lilia has a pale complexion and does burn easily - he's also just a fan of pastel gothic fashions and when not attending lessons (in his own free time) tries to incorporate pieces of the style into his wardrobe around campus.

the stains, however, are blood. lilia's fangs are sharp and he's not always gentle with his bites. but far as anyone else is concerned - its just ketchup or wine.

#heranubis #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #gift fic #suggestive

[siempre-bucky]

ahhhh yassss Kristiiiiiii congrats on hitting 8k, you deserve it and the absolute world! I love you so friggin much!!

okay okay so for your lil autumn celebration (which I am in love with the idea btw) can I please request prompt 11 from the the third list "did you bring a jacket?" / "no" / "here, take mine." with my husband ofc, I just need that man’s jacket to swallow me whole ya know

thank you bby, ily, and I can’t wait to read what you write!!!

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

summary: it's supposed to be hot in Texas so it completely blind sighted you when you got freezing cold during your sunset horse ride with Jake. Good thing he always comes prepared.

wc: 677

a/n: Hope I love you with every fiber of my being! thank you for always being there for me

It was still hot in October. At least, when the sliding doors opened in the airport you stepped out into a simmer instead of a rolling boil. You could tell it was still daylight in Austin as you napped, the golden light pouring in through one of the windows in the guest room, little beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck yet you still refused to remove the burnt orange duvet. 

“Darlin,’” Jake whispered, his strong hand on your hip gently shaking you awake. 

“I’m up,” you yawn. The bed dipped as Jake climbed in, jean-clad knees creating creases into the leaf-patterned sheets. Augusta Seresin loved a theme, every room (if she could help it)  in the Seresin Ranch was decked out for the fall season. His nose dragged along your jaw, followed by his warm lips. 

“Ma wants us to take Dolly and Reba out,” he told you in between kisses. Rolling over, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His skin was as warm as the room, only certain spots on his face were cooled by the blasting air conditioner. 

“One more,” you mumbled. 

Jake rolled his eyes and kissed you again, stifling your giggles, “One more.” 

— 

You were confused when he opened the front door, cool air caressing your face as you walked out onto the porch. This was Texas? Or you assumed it was supposed to be hot all the time. The t-shirt and jeans you wore would be enough, you didn’t think it would get any colder. 

Jake lovingly prepared the horses, talking to them as if they were his kids as he placed their saddles on their backs, sneaking them the extra sugar cubes his mother disapproved of. “You’re gonna wear that?” you chuckled as you mounted Reba, getting comfortable. Jake had grabbed his thick jean jacket, the sherpa inside always kept him warm in the winter. 

“You gonna wear that?” his eyes darted teasingly at your lack of layers. 

You rolled your eyes and headed out of the barn, the sun beginning to set. “Come on, cowboy,” you hummed. 

You rode in comfortable silence, his jade green eyes looking over at you once or twice while you were busy looking at the trees and their changing colors. He wished he had that camera you had gotten him for his birthday, able to capture the prettiest person he’d ever seen in the place he loved the most, with the horse he loved the most. 

“I feel you staring,” you said evenly, hiding the smile. 

“Do you blame me?” He retorted. You looked over and shook your head, no longer trying to hide the childlike smile. 

The air had gotten colder as you got further down the path, the cool caress turning into a chill nipping at your nose. The cold created goosebumps on your skin, making you shiver. You let out a little grunt of discomfort, Jake looked over at you instantly. “Cold?” 

“No,” you huffed, lying through your chattering teeth “This is Texas. It’s not supposed to be cold here.” 

“We’re not a desert, sweetheart,” he snickers. “Did you bring a jacket?” he asked, it was more for his satisfaction. He knew you didn’t bring one. 

“No…” your words trailed off. 

“Here,” he passed you the jacket, resting it in front of you, “take mine.” 

He pulled a little on the reins and got close beside you, letting go to shrug off his jacket. “You need this,” you tried to decline. 

“Baby, you need this more than I do.” 

“Jake.” 

“It smells like me.” You paused, body stilling as you looked down at the coat. Damn, he got you there. You didn’t look at him as you put it on, the warm fabric shielding you from the cold. Pressing your nose into the sherpa-lined collar, you inhaled his scent: spicy, warm, with just a hint of hay. “Better?” 

You hummed and turned your attention to him, “Much. Thank you.” 

The aviator winked and clicked his tongue, Dolly moving on ahead.

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin blurb #hangman x reader #hangman x you #top gun #top gun maverick #siempre buckys 8k blurb weekend

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Floret pt 2

Pairing: Unrequited!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

Words: 2265

It’s time. You pass without fanfare, and life moves on. Hiccup reminisces.

Tags: angst, unrequited love, hanahaki, flower disease, heartsickness, gn reader

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You were tired.

You closed and opened your eyes in odd intervals as you strolled through the new forests. Your direction was aimless, just as it had been for many days. Sometimes it would bring you back into the village for food you couldn’t eat, sometimes it would bring you to other unreachable parts of the forests.

From lived experience, you knew that half of the danger of the flower disease was malnourishment. You’d seen plenty die to that before the roots and blossoms had grown tall enough to choke, and to suffocate. You wondered which death would claim you first.

The higher fields located above on the cliffs were unreachable to you, too weak and weary to climb upwards. Besides making it harder to breathe, your flowers made it near impossible to eat. As soon as anything touched the back of your throat, you’d be sent into another coughing fit. 

Of course you could, appropriately, feel your days coming to an end. You haven't had much energy for a long while. 

After you expended the last of your reserves finding your way through a thicket, you stopped by a small stream, hoping for a quiet place to rest.

You stared at the ever moving water. You imagined what it would be like, to be so unaffected.

This new island, it had all the right parts, just in all the wrong places. The same plants, trees, grass, oceans- It all makes you miss home. Berk. The trickling streams and rivers you knew better than yourself.

Lazily, you spotted your own reflection. Couldn’t say you were anything to gawk at.

The large coat you wore made you look imposing. Wise. You didn’t feel like either of those things. But you did feel almost settled.

You lowered yourself between two rocks by the creekside, filled with a sense of nostalgia. It’s the first time you’ve been comfortable in a long while, or as comfortable as you could be as roots burrowed through soft mucousy flesh.

It was a good napping spot. A good place to think. 

If you cut it down to its most simple parts, you would have to say that Hiccup was the sun.

You stared up into the empty blue sky, laced sporadically with clouds of thin white cotton. It was bright out, almost painfully so. 

He used to be your star, but he’d left for brighter, more suited pastures. You were the night sky, a dark blanket with no light. An empty background. Stifling, perhaps.

So maybe it was out of some subconscious effort that you’d decided you’d had to take matters into your own hands. Every petal was a new blinking star in the night sky, every leaf a constellation. You were your own stars, now. That was a better alternative to the truth. 

You blinked, half lidded eyes feeling heavier than the weight in your limbs and the burden of your own heart.

You assumed your flaw was making him the only star in your sky. Perhaps if there had been more people to share the love, you wouldn’t have cared for those seeds so thoroughly.

He couldn’t get what you’d said out of his mind. 

He’d stumbled upon it earlier, wondering where you’d been going off to these past few days. Pushing through old brambles, searching for you when no one else would. You weren’t well known enough in the village for people to rush to find you after you’d gone missing.

However, you were close to Hiccup.

His breath caught. The pansies were in a varied state of birth, bloom and wilt. So, already, there were pods ripe with seeds dotting the grasses around your final resting place.

There were no fancy arrangements of vines and roots to signify some grand and important passing. It was a simple, narrow clearing with sparse dottings of flowers, not extravagant but no less precious. 

Hiccup might not have realized it was you at first if he hadn’t seen your body, graying and cold, wedged between the rocks. 

Neither you nor Hiccup ever expected to die in a blaze of glory, so perhaps it was fitting.

A heavy weight fell in Hiccup’s chest. 

You’d been off recently. Out of it. He wondered how long you’d been suffering and he hadn’t noticed. You had to spend your last days alone.

Sometime between adolescence and adulthood, you’d grown. You’d been able to cast off the confusion and awkwardness that had bonded the two of you together and where there was unsurety and gawkiness before, there was wisdom and a deep sort of knowing. 

Unfortunately, it felt as though now that you were gone, all of the answers seemed to have gone with you.

Hiccup bent down, and, gently, pulled a few pods from their stems. He hadn’t the faintest clue why, but grief did many odd things to a person. He fully intended to leave your body for now, as it felt like holy ground, to disturb your dirt would be sacrilegious. 

Objectively, however, it would need to be burned lest the island become overrun. Hiccup just hadn’t the heart to do it himself.

Perhaps he’d sew the seeds in a pit by his house, or keep a pot by his workbench, though he’d never been the type to grow anything so delicate. He’d never been the type to care for plants at all, in fact. 

Hiccup rubbed his creased brows, sitting at a full table, papers and effects spilling off of the sides like waterfalls. Even after all these years, the feeling that he just wasn’t cut out for this life still hadn’t left him. He didn’t enjoy this.

He didn’t like directing vikings, managing houses or organizing exploration efforts at all. Trying to keep everyone in line was stressful and being in charge of the upkeep of all the storehouses and events was unbearable.

Sometimes, even keeping up with his friends was difficult. His family. He couldn’t just fly off when he needed to take a break, anymore. Hiccup dealt with it.

But Snotlout, the Twins, they definitely got on his nerves now a lot more than before. Fishlegs was helpful. The most help, though, came from Astrid

Not in the typical sense. She was a doer, not a manager. She was a pusher and a fighter, and sometimes that was just what he needed to force himself to keep going. 

Astrid, truly, was strong. Their relationship was the same. Good, sturdy. She valued capability, and boy did he try to be capable. He proved his worth time and time again. She loved him for it. It was all he wanted. At least, that’s what he thought.

Still, he wondered if she’d ever thought of being with someone else. If she’d wondered if she was better off alone the same way he did.

But no, Astrid was good. Perfect, even. He still couldn’t help but wonder if she was good for him. It was a lot of work, to constantly meet her toe-to-toe, especially in times when he just needed rest.

He hated the thought, because she’d never done anything to deserve that kind of thinking. Because that’s what she needed and deserved. Because there were hundreds of vikings who would kill to be in his place. Because if he couldn’t keep up, then why was he here? Why had he wasted so much of her time?

No. She’d chosen him. 

She’d chosen him.

Hiccup clung to that phrase like a mantra, eyeing the pot on the windowsill.

He frowned at the wilting leaves, pushing up from the desk to walk to the sill. He kept a watering can there, always filled. It was the least he could do.

There was a noticeable mark under where it usually sat, which Hiccup grimaced at. No matter how many times he tried to brush it off, it was still there. He reminded himself to try sanding it off later, if he had time, though it would probably fall to the wayside, same as many of his other crafts.

He realized with displeasure that he had been neglecting it.

Caring for the flower had in effect become part of his routine. Astrid sometimes looked at him oddly for it, though she never said anything, probably wondering why he’d picked up the sudden hobby. 

It was difficult at first, just another thing he had to keep up with. But over time he found that it was relaxing, unwinding in a way he’d never have thought. So even when he was at his busiest, he’d found time for it. He’d been careful to prune dead and unwieldy branches. To pick out weeds, bring it in during the winter and replace the soil every spring.

Hiccup scratched his beard, watching as water sunk into the pot soil. He smiled faintly as he heard hurried footsteps march up the porch to the Haddock home, too light to be Astrid, or Gobber, or any one of the other Riders.

The door swung wide open and his children burst through, trampling wood as they ran in. He caught a shot of the outdoors in his periphery as the door swung shut. It was a bright day outside, paths littered with small purple and white flowers.

The fields, he knew, would be blooming too. Even after the burning, they were still there. The flowers eventually crept into the village. As it turned out, they didn’t get in the way of the crops or paths or anything of the sorts. They didn’t drown out the fields either. Hardly suffocating as he’d expected.

After the initial irritation, everyone figured they weren't malicious, so eventually everyone had gotten used to them and just let them be. Eventually they just became another part of the island, though there was some prevailing confusion over where they had come from.

A little body stopped right next to him, standing on toes to also examine the soil. Then there was a groan, probably at the realization that there wasn’t much of anything interesting to look at, at least not for her, which was alright enough, he supposed.

“Dad, Why do you water the pansies?” Came the annoyed voice of his daughter, as Hiccup placed the watering can back in its rightful spot, “There are so many outside already.”

Hiccup furrowed his brows again, trying to find the right words. He was at a loss at how to answer. He wasn’t exactly sure himself.

“...A good friend of mine gave them to me.” He tried the phrase on his tongue. Still, even after he said it, it didn’t feel quite right.

It was true, in a way. Ignoring Hiccup’s own part in taking the seeds, you’d given everyone and the whole island some sorely needed color. 

Maybe his daughter could tell he was sort of unsure himself.

After some thinking, he decided that they reminded him of the way you used to look at him, like he was the only thing you cared about. He used to shy away from it, but now, especially in times like these, he missed it.

He stared at the soft petals as she wandered off, dragging her brother along with her.

Hiccup could say that, in part, the flowers were reminiscent of better times. He wasn’t sure which better times he was referring to, though. He could mean the times he spent out with the riders, or with Toothless soaring over the archipelago. 

But he also recalled the faint image of all the quiet times you two had spent sitting across the fire after the fact, in the early hours when everyone else had gone to bed. When even the crickets were silent and the licking heat and crackling fire were the only things that existed in that moment. 

 He’d spent the time talking to you, the two of you  whispering in loud and hushed voices. He could almost smell the burning logs, feeling his arms twitch, recalling the muscle memory involved with feeding sticks and stumps into the pit.

He felt sort of odd caring for the flowers sometimes, when his reminiscing would bring him and his watering can outside into the bushes on the outskirts of New Berk, caring for and replanting some of the blooms there.

He was an interloper of a sort, caring for flowers born from a love that was not meant for him. When he did, he imagined what sort of life he’d have led if you’d survived somehow. It was impossible, even so, he wished for it.

He could picture the last time he saw you alive, looking over those clifftops. He wished he’d said more, said something valuable to leave you with. He wasn’t completely sure what, but he wished he would have said something. 

Hiccup leaned against the windowsill on closed fists, looking, finally, outwards, into the trees and past them to the few straggling vikings he could observe over the cliffs. 

He puzzled gently, picturing your face. Sometimes, when he thought of you, it almost felt a little bit like- 

Hiccup paused as a cough wracked through his chest, causing him to tense and hit his chest, burying his nose into his elbow and shutting his eyes tightly. It’d been happening more and more often, and had gotten to the point where it had begun to give him the shakes. 

As the spasms calmed, he thought of going to a healer, as he occasionally did.

Then Hiccup wiped his mouth, rubbing his hand off on his pant leg and brushing it off, as he always did. 

It was just a cold, after all. It’d pass.

#hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #httyd imagine #toothless #gn reader

[indigowallbreaker]

Are you still taking Black Eagles related prompts? If you are would you do Linhardt/Raphael with "What's the rush? Just lay back down."

(I started shipping this as a joke and played myself hard. I forgor that joking about something is the first step towards being so so genuine about it.)

Oh dude, you were lost as soon as the journey started. BUT WHAT A SHIP TO BE GENUINE ABOUT! Very happy to give this a try!

[prompt rules]

[more Beagles stories]

"What's the rush? Just lay back down."

--

Though autumn swept a generous breeze through the trees and around their little inn, beads of sweat still dropped from Raphael's forehead. He wicked away more with a shake of his head and hoisted his axe over his shoulder. Just a few more logs to go. Then he could move on with his to-do list.

"Looks like more than enough to me."

Raphael looked over at Linhardt. "I thought you were sleepin'!" Linhardt was laying on a hammock lashed between two trees just behind where Raphael was working. He hadn't moved much less spoken since setting up there earlier that afternoon.

Linhardt snorted. "You expect me to sleep with all this noise?" He indicated Raphael's axe, the stump he had been chopping logs on, and, apparently, all of Raphael himself.

Far from sorry, Raphael laughed. "You could go inside, you know. We don't got any customers until sundown. You'd have the whole place to yourself!"

"Maybe but I'd much rather have you to myself." Linhardt laced his fingers behind his head, kicking his leg to make the hammock sway. "Come nap with me."

"No can do," Raphael said as he crossed the clearing to grab another log. "I gotta finish this pile, then there's--"

"We have more than enough firewood," Linhardt repeated. "Come nap with me while the afternoon is still warm."

It did look nice, sleeping in the sun. Linhardt made every spot look like the best spot to nap. Right now his hair moved gently in the wind, looking even more vibrant set against the reds and yellows of the trees around them. His cheeks were full-- no longer hollowed by war but lush with the good food Raphael supplied them both-- and his eyes half lidded as if already almost to dream land.

Raphael blushed when he realized he was just standing there staring at his boyfriend. He blushed more when Linhardt chuckled. "What's the rush?" Linhardt said as he reached out a hand. "Just come lay down."

Never had Raphael's axe felt so heavy. Lifting it to return to work was surely impossible. So he propped it against the tree-- not caring that it fell over immediately-- and took Linhardt's hand.

Grinning, Linhardt heaved himself out of the hammock. "Get in."

"You sure it'll hold me?"

Linhardt gave him a flat look. "Do you remember what you were always saying to me in school?"

"Uh, the thing about how you're so smart or the thing about how pretty you look when you're thinking?"

"The first one," Linhardt said, though his face turned pink at the second one. "I'm smart. I wouldn't offer to sleep on this hammock with you unless I was sure it would hold us both."

Raphael grinned and sank into the hammock without further objection. Once he was settled, he opened his arms to Linhardt, who climbed into them and lay against Raphael's stomach with a content sigh. His head fit perfectly under Raphael's chin.

All thoughts of wood chopping vanished as Raphael stroked Linhardt's hair, letting his eyes slip shut.

#transselkie #raphael kirsten #linhardt von hevring #fire emblem three houses #beagles run #can you tell i miss autumn weather #first time writing for this ship but you know what!!! I could go back for seconds!!!

[asexual-but]

can i have fluff, kazuha, and Lonicera periclymenum?

btw, i love this idea!!

Sweet Scents on the Welcoming Wind

I'm so glad! I thought it was a pretty fun idea :)

Kazuha wasn't quite sure what to expect from today. A sweet and delicate scent greeted him this morning. Nothing at all like the typical scent of the ocean. It was unlike anything he had smelled before. It was almost overwhelming, though not sickly sweet like rot. It was incredibly pleasant, and almost lulled him back into a gentle doze. Were Kazuha less aware, he may even have started humming a little tune his father hummed to him frequently as a child. He smiled fondly at the memory, playfully thanking the scent for digging it up

Not one to be weary of something so promising, Kazuha spent quite a lot of time drafting poems. Many of them brought him satisfaction in their completion, but somehow something was missing. Though he counted this as very fortunate and productive, Kazuha didn't feel like he had completed his tasks for the day. Perhaps something in the Harbor would bring him what he sought. As the Alcor came to dock, Kazuha was unusually antsy to get onto solid ground. Quickly leaving the ship to it's crew, Kazuha promised to return swiftly, though he felt that promise might be empty.

Looking for nothing in particular was an easy task in Liyue. Endless shops, carts, and stalls provided endless enrichment for a casual stroll. Kazuha saw several items that caught his eye for one reason or another. A robe marbled in different colors, each one complementing the others perfectly and accented with a metallic thread closing all the seams. Kazuha bought it, though it was the last the merchant had and it wasn't quite his size. A goblet decorated with gems that peaked through the metal just enough to be seen, but not to be too flashy. That too, Kazuha felt oddly compelled to buy. And the final thing, well it just made him smile.

A plush rabbit holding a flower. The embroidered pink nose was boopable and the fur was soft to the touch. Kazuha understood why anyone would want to buy those. He was no exception, he held the toy close to him. It was oddly comforting

In his ambling, Kazuha caught onto a clearer trail of the scent. Coming from somewhere deeper into the lands of Liyue. A little more towards the Chasm. And with that, a gnawing feeling in his chest spurred him forward. With the patience of a saint, Kazuha returned to tell Beidou where he was going.

"Something's been eating at you all day, huh Kazuha?" Beidou asked him, not bothering to question why he had decided to buy such odd things.

"I'm not sure what I'll find there, but somehow I think it can only be beneficial." Kazuha didn't quite have the words to describe the feeling. Somewhere between fear and longing. He left the goblet with her, but decided to carry the robe and plush with him. Kazuha couldn't explain why, however.

His journey brought him eventually to a beautiful tree. Late afternoon sun drifting through the leaves and a few flowers thriving the the partial shade just underneath. The perfect place for some meditation, and then perhaps a nap.

Kazuha was weighing the pros and cons of taking a nap so late in the day when suddenly the scent he had been chasing became even stronger. Whatever was giving off that smell had to be nearby.

Padding forward carefully, Kazuha inspected the area around the tree. None of those flowers seemed to be wafting the aroma... No, not the tree either.

Perhaps not the tree itself, but something within quivered and Kazuha craned his neck to try and get a glimpse.

"H-hello?"

The voice was sweet, oddly familiar, and like music to the ronin's ear. Kazuha leaned from side to side to try and see who was speaking.

"Hello," Kazuha started gently, not wanting to startle them. "I am Kaedehara Kazuha, I mean no harm."

Kazuha circled the tree slowly as he spoke, it was a bit too tall for him to really want to climb, but if this person needed help he would gladly do so.

"Are you stuck? I can help you down if you would like." Kazuha offered.

"Ah... Yes please..." The voice trailed of, Kazuha smiled somewhat. They sounded embarrassed. They must have climbed up and become too frightened to climb back down.

With a little effort, and help from his vision, Kazuha swooped up towards the higher branches, grabbing ahold and pulling himself in, ready to greet the stranded person with understanding...

But when faced not with an average person, but The Divine Creator.... Well it wasn't an everyday occurrence.

"Y-your Grace?" Kazuha did not often stutter, but then again he wasn't often this stunned.

Your perfect form sat in a tree, among the leaves you were shaded from the afternoon heat. Your clothes were odd, but undoubtedly the vestments of a divine being. You seemed embarrassed to be stuck in a tree, though Kazuha wondered how much of that was an act. This must have just been a test of his character.

"You have finally descended! Your Grace, it is an honor to finally meet you."

Kazuha had not been one of the allogenes blessed with your presence before, but he realizes now that your scent had been radiating from the Traveler when he had first met them. Though not as powerful as it was now.

You gave Kazuha a lopsided smile and greeted him warmly.

"Uhm... Before we unpack all of that you just said..."

"..."

"..."

"Can you please get me down?

(definitely going to write a part two for this later!)

#genshin impact sagau #genshin x reader #sagau #anon #genshin impact #sagau kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #beidou

[morningstar-warriors]

The Clans

Fern Clan, Boulder Clan, Rain Clan, and Ash Clan’s symbols.

Fern Clan: THE BEAR

Intelligence score increases by 1 and the Medicine skill increases by 1.

Description:

Fern Clan cats are guided by their connection to the wilderness and earthly realm. They have an understanding of the gentle balance that is the ecosystem, replanting when they can and leaving the babies of prey or predators alone. Due to their appreciation of the forest, they excel in herbology, commonly being well versed in medicine. Despite their interests in the natural order, learning how to innovate and make things more convenient through the use of tools is common in Fern Clan. These cats tend to be more level headed and resourceful, teamwork being a key factor in the Clan’s success. Though very logical, Fern Clan cats are still very superstitious, and often see signs from Star Clan in their day to day life. Even if they are as simple as a leaf falling on their head.

Fern Clan cats are intelligent, diligent, and modest.

Territory:

These cats live in an expansive lush green wilderness. Thick canopy hangs overhead filled with birds and squirrels. Massive ferns coat the ground, hiding families of voles or leering foxes. Beams of sunlight cut through the shifting leaves, the only clearing being where Fern Clan’s camp is located. Sunlight shines below for cats to sun in and relax. Behind their territory is the Thunderpath and a Barn. The Old Oak looms deep in the distance of the forest, its dead branches towering out from the lively green surrounding it. Nearing the border of Boulder Clan and Ash Clan are the meadows. The soft rolling tall grass serves as good mouse and rabbit hunting grounds. Snug inside it is the carcass of a Monster, its body slumps with warm leather insides that provide a nice napping spot and shelter from the rain.

Historical Impacts:

Fern Clan are the creators of tools, sparking a change in the course of clan history that lead to an era of innovation. They were regarded as the Clan of Peace at this time, as Clans would exchange ideas and stories, inspiring Rain Clan to engage in the first act of trade.

Traditions:

Apprentices are taught from a very young age about the forest and its ecosystem. They are also taught to have a basic understanding of common herbs in the territory.

Healers are more appreciated and valued in the Clan, their opinions are weighed as heavily as the Leader’s or Deputy’s and are often included in conversations between them.

Newly joined Warriors will have to climb to the top of the Old Oak, a large dead tree, and must identify 3 different herbs found within the Clan. Afterward, they will be monitored during a solo hunting patrol to watch their technique.

Fern Clan gives its allies honey wrapped in a large fern leaf.

The celebratory meal Fern Clan eats, usually after a victory in war, is turkey and blueberries. The Leader must serve each Clan mate as appreciation for their duty.

Boulder Clan: THE EAGLE

Your Strength scores increase by 1 and your Climb skill increases by 1.

Description:

Boulder Clan can be seen as stubborn and backwards, often their values remain traditional to the Warrior Code and find great offense to those who don’t follow it. To them, sticking to the code is a mark of honor, and without it could mean chaos for the Clans. Despite how strict this sounds, they aren’t completely serious. They know how to throw a good party, and constantly celebrate life, success, and growth. They are fearless and carefree, while maintaining a strangely strict hold on their belief of honor. Due to this they hold brotherhood and allyship close to their hearts, defending anyone on their side viciously.

Boulder Clan cats are loyal, spiritual, and conservative.

Territory:

A towering mountain, Silver Heights, stretches past the clouds, its colors mixed with stones of colors tan and gray. Eagles soar overhead, swooping down to catch scurrying prey. Small bushes and thin trees paint the landscape with sparse greens, while red and yellow flowers dust the earth. At the base of the mountain rests Crashing Falls, a massive waterfall that spills into a cool pool of water. Around it are tiny imprints of paws in the clay, leading towards caves that carve deep inside the mountain. Within them lies Boulder Clan’s camp, crystals gleam and bounce off light, mushrooms grow in the damp cave earth while mice scurry in the dark. Inside the cave floors are covered in dried grasses and flowers softening the ground. Clay pots and bowls line the walls, collecting rainwater and herbs. Behind the mountain rests the Abandoned Twoleg next, an excellent spot for mouse hunting, but only the bravest step paw inside. It’s rumored to be haunted by strange whispers and figures.

Historical Impact:

Boulder Clan cats believe their Clan was the first to have Stonetellers, after a cat named Moonstrider scaled to the top of Silver Peak, which was believed to have touched into Star Clan’s territory. When she returned, she had the power of the very stars in her paws. From then on, each Clan is allowed a cat to scale Silver Heights to be made into a Stoneteller.

Traditions:

Apprentices and kits are taught stories, songs, and prayers about Star Clan at a young age by the Elders of the Clan.

Elders are held in high regard for their service to the Clan, and are frequently tended to and listened to. Their advice and opinions are something Warriors treasure deeply.

Apprentices or new Clan members must scale the steepest parts of Silver Heights alone, and face a sneak attack to become a Warrior.

Boulder Clan’s customary gift is a clay bowl decorated with paw prints and Cat Scratch.

The traditional celebratory meal of Boulder Clan is a hawk paired with spotted eggs. The Clan’s Stoneteller blesses the meal before everyone digs in, and the apprentices and kittens sit separately from their Clan mates.

When a Warrior passes on they are dressed in flowers and bones then a massive feast is held in their honor.

Rain Clan: THE ALLIGATOR

Intelligence score increases by 1 and the Swim skill increases by 1.

Description:

Rain Clan cats are very clever and observant. They understand the shifting tides of war, and know that allyship lasts for only so long. When united with another Clan, they observe their fighting and hunting techniques and learn how to adapt against them. Despite their well known tactics, not every Clan can afford to avoid working with them. Rain Clan cats are logical and efficient, focusing on the now. Due to this, they aren't very religious and often disregard things that are unexplainable or vague. Star Clan is not something they find important, instead they’re attached to their social lives. Gossip, rumors, and information go between their lips like wildfire. Having a quick wit and a sharp tongue is something most Rain Clan cats are armed with.

Rain Clan cats are clever, mischievous, and fierce.

Territory:

A winding river wraps protectively around a marshy stationary island. Dark crumbling soil shadows its lapping waters. Tall green reeds curl overhead, giving to the fresh smells of greenery and dew drops. Billowing ancient willow trees brush the marshy dark grasses giving cool shade to doze beneath. Alongside the bank, smooth roots peek from the water bank. They are refined by time in the water, and have small claw engravings alongside them. At the border by Boulder Clan, Crumbling Slopes curve into the Fishing Place. This is where fish is plentiful, darting away from hungry paws. On the far side, marking the border between Rain Clan and Ash Clan, are Burnt Stones. Massive flat black rocks that cats sit on to sun or hunt lizards. It watches over the Thunderpath, sometimes riddled with Two-Leg trash.

Historical Impact:

Rain Clan is the first to enact trade among the Clans, sparking the New Moon Trade. A holiday that's celebrated every sixth new moon. This is the only other time that the Clans meet together in peace and harmony outside of the Gathering. They are also the creators of Competitive Moss Ball, a game played during the New Moon Trade.

Traditions:

Apprentices are trained in diplomacy tactics, and to talk first before fighting. Those who have done well enough become Warriors who lead Allyship agreements with other Clans.

The Stoneteller is treated as someone who can predict the weather, rather than a spiritual guide. Rain Clan cats prefer to put their faith into one another, not Star Clan.

New members or Apprentices must know how to disengage a tense disagreement (often staged for the test), be able to fish, and be able to swim against the river’s current to become a Warrior.

Minnows are dried and kept for Leaf Bare or as gifts. They are a salty tangy treat that is quite valuable when prey is scarce.

The celebratory meal is Salmon and dried seaweed. Young Warriors and apprentices bring food to their Mentors first before eating themselves.

Rain Clan has a saying “Words are slippery fish.” It's frequently used to mean secrets are hard to keep. Sometimes “frogs" are used instead if the matter is particularly juicy.

Ash Clan: THE WOLF

Spirit score increases by 1 and the Sneak skill increases by 1.

Description:

Ash Clan cats are very reserved, and keep to themselves. They hold with them old knowledge of Two-Legs and Clans long gone. Ash Clan cats tend to treasure moments of silence, learning to listen to the forest breathe around them rather than fill it with their mews. These Warriors are impressively good at sneaking for this reason, being able to remain one with the dark and open up their senses. Meditation in Ash Clan is used for practicing patience, reflection, and is used to seek out Star Clan. Their reserved nature makes them seem deceptively meek, but similarly to Rain Clan they observe the shortcomings of other Clans. Black mail and deception are not beneath them, especially if they believe it's for the good of their Clan.

Ash Clan cats are thoughtful, cautious, and cryptic.

Territory:

Huge pine trees blot out the sky, casting dark shadows on the undergrowth. Thick brambles and vines coat the forest floor, with abundant herbs curling in tucked away corners. Thick clumps of moss coat the bottoms of great tree trunks, and a small crumbling thunderpath, long abandoned by Two Legs. It leads to a massive crumbling Two-Leg nest. Beside it are Smoke Fangs, two black towers that stink of soot and ash. The nest’s rock walls are overcome with vines, hiding Ash Clan’s camp inside. Behind the camp is Black Path, similar to a Thunder Path, it's a dark rocky surface where cats train. Near the edge of Ash Clan Territory, alongside the border by Rain Clan are the Tunnels. Inside are curling snakes, and muddied pools of water. They seem to go on infinitely into the dark.

Historical Impact:

In times of a terrible war, a Healer named Crowsight watched his medicine den get ransacked. He knew he had to defend his medicine, or his Clan mates would die. On one fateful night, he decided to use nightshade to coat his claws, changing Healer’s outlook on poison forever. Crowsight became the first ever Nightshade Healer, his teachings on poison are still taught in every Clan to this day.

Traditions:

Queens and Kings are highly respected, as they are the nurturers of Ash Clan’s young. They are a kit’s first mentor, teaching them history and Cat Scratch at a young age.

New cats or Apprentices must find their way through The Tunnels starting at Dawn and ending at Midnight. Then they must sneak up on their mentor without any detection.

A customary gift from Ash Clan are black feathers and seed beaded necklaces.

When celebrating a victory the Clan gathers to eat a massive snake paired with black berries. The Clan usually engages in a group song before the meal, then takes time to listen to the stories of their champions.

In Ash Clan a group meditation is called a purr. This is because cats will purr in unison when meditating together.

The territories.

#prototypes #warrior cats #warrior cats adventure game #warriors rp #warrior cats rp #warrior cats art

[rosemaryandarsenic]

Hi! Can I request a platonic headcanons for camping with the Pevensie siblings? Thank you so much ✨

YES!!

I think that camping with all four of them would be amazing, I remember wanting to do it so badly when I first read Prince Caspian because it sounds so fun. Here's how I think it would be:

Peter:

he absolutely takes charge of setting up the campsite and is hellbent on making everything perfect. He's got like an entire sheet and stayed up all week planning things.

As you guys walk to the campsite he likes to point out anything he thinks is interesting, like trees or animals.

Always wants to know the weather ahead of time

Likes to read up on the war, and trains for just about everything. Brings books on it into the woods and tries to teach himself new skills.

He'd try to hunt instead of bringing all their pre-cooked food and probably get yelled at by Susan.

Always overpacks his bag because he insists on mapping areas.

Also ends up making Edmund carry some of the supplies back so he can collect nature samples.

Dresses like an absolute dork with full knee-high socks and a hat because "he needs to be prepared for everything."

Always forgets to bring flashlight batteries.

Once camp is all set up, he'll tell you all stories about the stars, and also any other stories you ask for.

Can cook anything over a fire.

Mockingly tucks everyone in and gives them kisses on the forehead like a dad.

Has a hard time sleeping because he constantly checks on Edmund and Lucy.

Susan:

Always carries a first aid kit.

Always remembers to bring flashlight batteries.

Has a particular way of packing that helps her carry less. Tried to teach everyone but Peter is the only one who ever bothered to try to learn.

Will bring non-fiction books on the trip and comes up with games to play along the way that are also educational.

Has a poetry notebook she keeps with her at all times to scribble into.

Gets sunburned easily and always has that little white patch of sunscreen on her nose.

Will bring a bow and arrow to practice with during downtime.

Makes everyone sing camp songs with her.

Planned the entire menu for the trip.

Constantly chasing Edmund to put sunscreen on him as well.

She and lucy will trade flowers with each other to build flower crowns.

Sleeps like a log, but struggles to actually fall asleep. Usually reads by the fire.

Acts like THE adult in any emergency and she's usually right.

Edmund:

Constantly stops bickering between everyone by making them all bicker with him.

Always has a flashlight and pocket blade.

Underpacks and will forget simple things like an extra shirt.

He prefers to walk behind everyone so he knows he's not losing them.

If he sees any type of snake he will pick it up or chase it lol.

Is the best at locating fresh water and streams.

Loves to swim.

Likes to take naps out in the sun.

Likes to carve, he always has his whittling knife and picks up wood along the way.

Picks up old rocks and fossils to polish and turn into jewelry of some kind.

He's always reading something random, like one day it's an adventure novel, and the next it's a botanist's guide to New Mexico.

Makes snarky comments at EVERYTHING because he's trying to get people to laugh.

Loves ducks for some reason.

Lucy:

Makes Edmund carry flowers for her.

Likes singing camp songs with Susan.

Constantly wanders away from the group if she sees something that makes her curious.

Likes to wait until Peter and Susan are asleep, then she takes midnight walks wherever the campsite is. Sometimes it's her and Susan together.

Always makes sure they have items for tea packed because she insists on having it wherever they go.

Particularly enjoys climbing trees and collecting fruit from any sources nearby.

Always forgets to bring anything to tie her hair back.

Talks to the trees.

Brings her dagger everywhere.

Will stop to talk with anyone you meet along the way or at campgrounds.

Stops to pet every animal she finds.

#narnia #the pevensies #queen lucy the valiant #king peter the magnificent #queen susan the gentle #king edmund the just

[cursedcatboy]

“ It ain’t comforting, to do something that matters. To jump in the middle of the fray, where everything is on fire, and nothing and no one is safe. You may not live through it. But if it still slips through your fingers, you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing it didn’t go quietly. ” — old afterclaps ; hello from the hallowoods, episode 84

inspired by: THACKERY BINX from HOCUS POCUS. // with hints of: marius pontmercy from les mis, davey jacobs from newsies. orpheus from hadestown. grover underwood from the lightning thief/percy jackson. as well as: ⁠ — the way nikignik talks about marolmar with such wistful nostalgia in certain episodes of Hello From The Hallowoods. ⁠— the atmosphere that comes from reading poetry by candlelight. ⁠— old books with well-worn spines and well-loved pages. ⁠— crisp autumn nights when the moon is tinged an orange-yellow. ⁠— the slow, intense anger taako directs towards lucretia in episode 67 of the adventure zone balance upon remembering lup.

thackery ezekiel binx. daniel sharman. july 16, 1667. cancer. librarian. hallow falls. demi/bisexual. laura palmer by bastille. the princess bride. homeschooled. melancholic. infj. somewhere between neutral & chaotic good. spent hundreds of years as a cat. ( 🐾 🖤😺 ).

i'm v bad at summarizing things efficiently so for the next few sections i'm just going to make some Key Bullet Points !! i'll try to keep it brief but i can always elaborate on things !!

present!!

thackery came to elias for one purpose: to stop the sanderson sisters from claiming more innocent lives. he has to, for emily's sake. except he doesn't exactly know where they are or how, precisely, to stop them. he's working on it, okay?

which brings us to bullet point two !! most part of the reason thackery decided to take a job as a librarian is that he can spend his extra time (perhaps even some time on the clock, when it's less busy) doing research. it isn't unusual to stumble across thackery with a pile of occult books scattered about him.

thackery is trying not to allow himself to get comfortable because he knows that it's important to stay on his guard but it is a little difficult not to fall into a reliable routine when you stay in one place long enough. on days when he's not working or otherwise in the library, thackery finds that he likes to be outside. sometimes wandering, sometimes reading, but always outside. he's not sure if his affinity for the outdoors is the feral feline in him or the farmboy.

he finds that he's a bit more nocturnal than the average fellow, which can be a bit inconvenient. especially in someone who hasn't had to have a set/proper sleep schedule for centuries. he does tend to get a bit drowsy mid-afternoon and it isn't unusual for him to take afternoon naps in the sun on his days off.

past!!

thackery's always been very family-oriented and he knows he owes that to the love and warm environment his parents raised him and his sister in.

growing up, he always helped his father with the farm work - tending to animals and crops alike. in his free time, thackery could be found climbing trees and reading books.

he was always book smart, reading whatever books he could find or borrow.

emily, his little sister, was always an important part of his life. she often tried to tag along with thackery when he'd wander off, much to his and his mother's dismay. his mother tried to give her tasks to keep her busy and thackery often tried to scold her for following after him but neither ever really discouraged her much. it didn't help that thackery would let her hang around with him for a bit before walking her back home.

after that fateful night in 1693, thackery still kept an eye on his parents from afar. the heavy weight of guilt and ache of sorrow that settled in his chest was nearly unbearable and it made the years pass ever so slowly.

although those feelings never really lessened, thackery focused his energy into planning. planning for how to keep the sanderson sisters' curse from coming to fruition. coming up with various situations and brainstorming ways to divert attention from the accursed candle.

unfortunately, one cannot plan for every situation and, much to his dismay, the candle was lit by an airheaded boy trying to impress a girl.

future!!

to assume that thackery will defeat the sandersons once and for all seems a bit much - especially if it would lead to his soul being free and him moving on. but i would like to see him forgive himself a bit. not fully - i know that's a lot to ask in a situation like this and i know he'll never Fully let go of that guilt unless emily herself communicates that she forgives him somehow but. he deserves to give himself a little break. to cut himself some slack sometimes and not be so hard on himself, y'know?

maybe some romance? it's not like he's Looking for that sort of thing and being demiromantic/sexual it's not a given for him nor is it something he really feels he needs but he is a man with a good heart and if it were to happen naturally at some point i think that would be nice for him. or maybe that's just the hopeless romantic in me gsjdhsjk

taken connections

n/a wanted connections.  aside from the obvious Max, Dani, Allison, Sandersons -

friends - short, sweet, to the point! give this boy some friends pls. he doesn't open up easily but he's friendly.

book friends - listen i just think that thackery seems like the sort of fellow to start a sort of book club or something once he's settled into town a bit yknow? or maybe your muse & him just happen to bond over books. he is a librarian, after all! maybe your muse goes to him for intermittent book recs or smth.

unfortunate acquaintances - perhaps thackery has wronged your muse in some way (he does tend to have a sharp tongue when he feels it necessary) or maybe they just don’t like his vibes or vice versa? they tolerate each other but they’re also Bicker Buddies.

extrovert friend - someone ( or several someones!) who tries to get thackery out of his comfort zone a little. get him to have a little fun! drag him out from behind his stack of books and make him live a little !

okay this is all i have on this lil dude for now but !! if i Missed Anything or there's any Unanswered Questions or smth, feel free to let me know & i'll be happy to add/answer !!

#here he is!! #the Cat the Myth the Legend!! #a day later than promised hajshk #we love a man who is fashionably late #walt.intro #mm i have to figure out fun tags ...........tags tbd

[fantasy-fields-bitty-center]

UnderTale Sans Asian Dragon

Name: Temple Dragon

Species: Temple Dragon/Ribbon Dragon

Size: 1 - 3 feet tall(Mini), 10 - 12 feet tall(Fullsized), 20 - 22 feet tall(Bara),

Personality: Lazy, jokester, laid-back,

Likes: sunbathing, climbing, napping, cuddles, heat rocks, making nests, hoarding pillows and blankets,

Dislikes: The cold, aggressive bitties/people, rowdy bitties,

Compatibility: Due to the more lazy nature of Temple Dragons, an area with cat trees or even just a mural with trees on it and a pile of fluffy green blankets to nest with make them feel at home, as they do not need as much space to climb, though they do still need a good perch to use!

They love being outside in the sun, so letting them have outside time or even taking them on walks is recommended! Though these bitties do just fine as long as they can bask in the sun!

They prefer chilling around the house or yard, and are most often found moseying to another place to nap or just taking a nap somewhere, and when they arent napping or looking for a place to nap they are normaly eating or watching TV,

They are a jokester and vary a lot in sence of humor, its best to find a Temple Dragon with a similar sence of humor to you as they love to tell any joke they have!

Feeding habits: They are omnivorous, Temple Dragons prefer having their food given to them, not caring if their meat is raw or their veggies are cooked, though they do still need enrichment, simple puzzle toys are an easy fix for these lazy bois!

Additional info: Asian dragons can glide, they often use this to glide from tree to tree or perch to perch,

Asian dragons love to climb and live in the trees, so having perches and/or things big enough to perch on is ideal, or at least an area that feels like they are up in the trees,

Their claws are long and sharp, perfect for climbing trees, though they need them warn down as well, many think that trimming their claws would do them harm as most of the time their claws are the same color as their bones, but their claws grow like any other creatures claws and need to be trimmed and cared for, this requires appointments to get their claws trimmed, though scratching boards also help in between the appointments!

Asian dragons are a more solitary type, though they can easily manage in larger households as long as they have a quiet place to sleep,

Zone: Jungle, Cave(Jungle), Ruins, Fairy Forest, Cave(Fairy Forest), Fungal Forest, Cave(Fungal Forest), Forest,

In Universe: They are seen as a relitivly easy bitty to care for, though many dislike them for their lazy nature, esspecilly when they are bigger and you can't just nudge them out of the way,

Difficulty: Basic

Features:

Main colors: Yellow, blue, green,

Secondary colors: Blue, green,

Extra: N/A

Additional info: Striped and speckled patterns,

#bittybones #bitty info #bara bitty #adoptable #dragon bitty #dragon info #asian dragon info #asian dragon bitty #Temple Dragon bitty #Basic

[plutofromafar]

aw, he's sensitive

Summary: Yelena and Natasha has a sister talk in the car.

Warnings: not really a warning, but small talk about romantic/sexual orientation (Yelena hints at being aroace)

[yelena's pov]

"You know," I tuck my thumbs under the sides of my green vest, "this is the first piece of clothing I've ever bought for myself."

I'm sitting on the passenger side of the car next to Natasha, while Stefaniya opted for the backseat as she wanted to lay across the seats to take a nap.

"That?"

"Yeah. You don't like it?"

"Is that like a..." Natasha glances over, shifting her attention between me and the road. "Is it an army surplus, or..."

"Okay, it has a lot of pockets," I argue.

Natasha chuckles, chewing on a piece of gum.

"But I use them all the time, and I made some of my own modifications." I graze my finger over my small knife sitting in a leather sheath that I attached to the inner lining of a pocket.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Whatever. Shut up. The point is, I've never... I've never had control over my own life before, now I do. I want to do things."

Natasha hums. "I like your vest," she admits.

"I knew it. I knew you did. It's so cool, right?"

"It's good. Yes. I like it."

"And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know."

"Hah." Natasha looks into the rearview mirror. "Is she asleep?"

I shift around in my seat to observe Stefaniya, who is definitely out cold. I smile, happy that she's finally gotten a chance to sleep.

"Yes."

"What's going on between you two?"

"What?"

"Come on, Yelena. I may not have seen you for over two decades, but I'm not blind, either."

"You're an idiot, Natasha."

"What? I'm just curious."

"I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you're asking."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm not really... anything."

Natasha hums.

"Why are you so interested in our relationship?"

"No reason."

Realization dawns on me. "Oh, my god, you're into her."

Natasha coughs, her cheeks flushing red. "What?"

I chortle. "You totally are."

"Shut up, Yelena."

"Fine."

A silence passes until Natasha speaks again.

"How long have you known each other for?"

"Hm... Twenty-one years."

"So that's..."

"Since the beginning. The day they split us up."

Natasha stays quiet.

"What?"

Natasha slips one hand off the steering wheel and holds my left hand. I hesitate at first, but then lightly squeeze her hand back. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm glad that you had her through it all."

I smile, glancing back at Stefaniya once again. "Yeah, me too. She's my best friend, I don't know what I'd do without her. And I really don't know where the Red Room is, though. I'm sorry."

"I know. But I think I know someone who does."

"Oh, yeah? Who?"

"We're gonna need a jet."

---

We drive all through the night, pulling over a few times to switch driving shifts so that everyone could get some sleep in the backseat. Just a few hours after the sun rose, we arrive at an empty field overgrown with weeds and tall grass. Stefaniya parks the car next to some trees and we climb out, walking towards the man Natasha introduced to us as Rick Mason; a contact and former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that helped her while she was on the run after the Sokovian Accords.

"Hello, I don't believe we've met," Mason holds his hand out to Stefaniya. "Rick Mason."

Stefaniya shakes his hand. "Stefaniya Kotova. Pleasure to meet you."

"It's my pleasure," Mason kisses her hand. Stefaniya lets out a chuckle. I notice Natasha rolling her eyes at them.

"I said we needed a jet," Natasha furrowed her brows at the dirty helicopter.

"Yeah, you know what you didn't give me?" Mason spoke with a British accent. "Time. Or money. I'm not made of jets."

"I thought that you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro," I say.

"Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?"

"Ha," I fake laugh.

"Don't let her wind you up," Stefaniya cuts in.

"No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism."

"Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours," Natasha remarks.

"You too, huh?" Mason wags his finger at me and Natasha.

"Aw, he's sensitive. See why you keep him around," I say mockingly.

"Be nice," Stefaniya scolds in Russian, nudging me with her shoulder. She and I walked to the front of the helicopter, looking through one of the glass panels. I exhale on it, making the glass foggy. Stefaniya draws a smiley face with her pointer finger. I motion to her to walk back to Natasha and Mason.

"Voilà," Mason drops a brown duffle bag onto the grass, unzipping the top.

"Ooh," I pull out a granola bar and begin to take a bite of it.

"Oh, I stashed that, like, five years ago," Natasha points out.

I chew it for a moment before pausing.

"How is it?"

"It's dry. It's really dry."

Stefaniya laughs and climbs into the helicopter, dropping her backpack onto a seat. I follow her, grunting as I pulled myself up.

Stefaniya breathes out heavily as she collapses into a seat in the back. "I can't wait until this is all over."

"Oh," I can't help but express my disappointment.

"Oh, Lena, I was talking about Red Room, not this. I promised you years ago that we'd always be together, did I not?"

"No, you did."

Stefaniya smiles. "Besides, you're my best friend, you could never get rid of me that easily."

"You're getting soft, Kotova," I tease.

"Pftt. I've always been soft, don't fool yourself. You are the one getting soft. I think I'm finally rubbing off on you."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"I will, 'cause it's true." Stefaniya walked up to the front. "I call shotgun!"

As she straps herself in, Natasha throws a duffel bag into the back of the helicopter and climbs up. She pulls a black and white suit out of the bag and tosses it into my arms.

"Put this on. Let's go break dad out of prison."

-

Next chapter

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow #black widow fanfiction #yelena belova #natasha romanov x fem!oc #marvel #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfiction #sapphic natasha romanoff #aroace yelena belova

[living-in-the-pokemon-world]

Hey hey! I would like to ask for pokemon recommendation. I don't have any major experience and I live in a suburban-rural area, I think there would be no problem with keeping larger pokemons in my house. During the day I tend to take naps or to take care of my garden but at night I have much more energy, I have more enthusiasm and get more involved in everything. I easily lose interest in everything and it's hard for me to focus on one thing. My mood also changes very easily. I love mountain climbing and gardening (as mentioned above). I can't tell if I would prefer a companion or someone for fights, rather something in between?

I hope this is enough information

More than enough information! Based on what you’ve said, I think you’d find the perfect match in a Grovyle!

Like you, Grovyle are much more active at night, preferring to spend the day relaxing in the sun, They’re also quite dexterous, making them first-rate climbers (though going from trees and vines to mountains may be a bit of a learning curve) and, like many of their Grass-type brethren, they make fantastic gardening companions!

Grovyle are rather easy to keep clean, especially since they tend to do most of their grooming themselves. You will, however, need to ensure they don’t get dehydrated. A regular spritz of water should do the trick, as would providing Grovyle with a wading pool to use whenever it needs a little hydration.

Like the other members of the Treecko line, Grovyle are classified as insectivores, meaning that, in the wild, the majority of their diets are made up of insect Pokémon, though they do supplement this with a variety of fruits, leaves, and other plants. Far from the only Grass-type with this sort of diet, it should fairly easy to find a proper premade food for your Grovyle if that is the route you wish to take.

As part of a Starter line, Grovyle are safe Pokémon for people of all skill and experience levels. That being said, there is always an inherent risk when it comes to interacting with Pokémon. As I’ve said many times before, remember that anything with a mouth can bite and anything with claws can scratch, so always use common sense. You should also keep an eye out whenever their are small children around your Grovyle, as their leaf “blades,” especially the ones on their arms, are quite sharp and can lead to accidental injuries if the children aren’t careful.

#pokemon headcanons #pokemon ask blog #pokemon askblog #pokemon #grovyle #pokemon matchup #pokemon match up #match up monday

[lonita]

Things to Be Happy About

I can't remember when I started keeping this list - maybe about a decade ago? It migrated to a notebook that started falling apart, then to a much nicer notebook that hasn't fallen apart yet. It's grow by leaps over the years, as I've added things to it as they came to me - things and people and lyrics and happenings and quotations and all manner of what brings a person joy. There's only one rule: no negatives. Nothing can be phrased in terms of something unpleasant. If it can't be said nicely, it doesn't go in the book.

a good cup of tea

anticipation

knowing that you are heard

weekends

the patterns made on walls and pavement by the shadows of leaves in the sun

road trips

a good night's sleep

the company of friends

Lego

real maple syrup on your pancakes

finishing things up

starting new things

clean windows

warm sand

October skies

tulips

good lighting

hope

marathons of your favourite TV shows

the patterns on a turtle's shell

finger painting

floating in water

labyrinths and mazes

puzzles

taking pictures

ragtime

postcards

boxer shorts

corn chips

imaginary friends

crunchy peanut butter

clean hair

being able to touch the people you like

crop circles

reading to people

being read to

the smell of fresh lemons

the little pop when you bite into fresh peas

walking barefoot in the grass

cream cheese

the silence of the world just after a nighttime snowfall

pine cones

spaghetti and meat sauce

the vibrations of instruments with strings

smooth beach pebbles and glass

big floppy hats

home

lightning flashes

clean hands

the sound of tires on wet streets

a shoulder to lay your head on

"And it's only the giving that makes you what you are" - Jethro Tull

lime green

getting tipsy with good friends

petting a cat

a comfortable pair of jeans

walking the city late at night

being trusted

colourful band aids

jazz and blues at 3 a.m.

odd earrings

Ma

coloured glass

truths

gogo boots

the shade of a large tree

swimming pools at night lit only by floating candles

the sound of a bouncing basketball

the crack of a bat against a baseball

wrapping presents

the small of onions cooking

a farmer's market

playing with clay

climbing trees

deserts and other desolate places

squishing the filling out of a doughnut

clean teeth

standing in the shower thinking

borscht

freshly made bed

a single flower as a gift

phyllotaxis

the freakiness of the dreams you have during naps or a fever

silver jewellery

having someone to take care of you when you need tending

singing along

the weight of a string of pearls

going through the Tai Chi set

Cary Grant's delivery in "North by Northwest"

travelling by train

yellow highlighters

notebooks to write in

book lights

Stompin' Tom

listening to baseball on the radio

old train stations

the grey silence of dawn before the birds sing

puns

joie de vivre

bald heads

making mixed tapes/CDs for people

Moody Blues at night or morning

gladiolus

walking barefoot through a downpour

whistling tunes

faffing about

sitting in the park

noble acts

dancing with abandon

the way music echoes around a foggy dawn

a juicy, sweet navel orange

feeling so unfettered that you are young again

whispering

coffee with lots of cream and sugar

being foolish

peppermint-flavoured candy

mushrooms

"I swear I can hear the sea." - James

spending silences together

melted cheese

looking at things reflected in water

kodo drumming

St. Alban's Cathedral

cheering for the home team

the laughter when I realised, after being told about it, that you really can hear the trains when watching Mariners' games

dictionaries

construction paper

text messages for no reason

leaf-scuffing

the Belfast accent

kitchen parties

"Bron-Y-Aur Stomp"

the old plaza area between the Art Gallery and Hamilton Place

wearing hats

being philosophical

when my feet touch Cape Breton soil

the meditative contentment of Gregorian chant

getting your passport stamped

subways

being able to see myself in my grandmother's face

the smell of springtime

making summat out of nowt

when you can attach someone to a piece of music that is important to you

books

limericks

the surprise upon realising that someone really does understand it

Spirogaphs

playing word games

old Bond films

fans on a hot summer day

cultural festivals

knowing the chemicals that cause the colours of fireworks, and not having that knowledge dampen the prettiness

the microfibre cloths I clean my glasses with

green tea cologne

interconnectedness

blowing bubbles

smoke rings

campfire cooking

collage

little things

grand gestures

standing in defense of another

sitting on rooftops

clothing that doesn't need ironing

when shared mundanities are not dull

sporks

burnt marshmallows

rare steak

ziggurats and pyramids

the relentless yet sustaining nature of the sea

celebrating birthdays

that I was so overwhelmed when I saw the "Ode to Joy" performed live for the first time, that I cried from start to end

curling into a comfy position, closing one's eyes, and listening to someone talk

dollar stores and junk shops

shared joy

finding the Lemonade Ladies at the park

happy face stickers

the right turn of phrase

Key Lime pie

my lightbulb shaped lamp

the smell of the ocean

a snuggly comforter

"As you wish."

watching raindrops tickling down window glass

falling into the deep, soft snow

nephelococcugia

music of fiddle, penny whistle, and drum

mixing paints on a palette

decency

the pliability of the English language

visiting your first school after 30 years

comfortable habits

when you realise the signifance you have in the lives of others and are humbled by it

the humourous results of badly translated Kung Fu film dialogue

mathematical constructs

strange loops

that things can still touch me and I can still be undone

the unexpected shapes one finds in rocks when they are viewed from certain angles

"In love, fear, hate and tears, sit down next to me." - James

buttons

#lists #happy #inkspiration #bio

[lawlznet]

NanoWrimo Day 9

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Within days, Apple was up on her feet and helping around our campsites as if she had been hale and hearty all along. She offered to carry some of my gear, and despite my suspicions, I let her- in truth I had grown tired of doing it myself, and I welcomed the change. She didn’t have much to say about herself. From what I gathered, her armor was an invention of her father’s and it was made of an exotic material she couldn’t- or wouldn’t- name. Her clothes were also homemade, and when I asked her were home was, she sighed and paused, and looked away- I counted two breaths before she turned with a forced smile, and told me it was far away. I returned her smile back, though I hope mine wasn’t as forced! It’s in the nature of wandering fist saints to keep their stories to themselves. A part of me is eager to learn hers, as is the way of us bards. But she’s a nice person, and I don’t wish to offend her company. I tire of being alone.

---

The forest path opened up abruptly to a better kept road, announced by a lit, man sized pillar of polished spotted stones that had a hole carved into it. The boy who lit the stone watched the two women exit the forest, sizing up Delora first before giving Apple a glance, and then a double take. He furrowed his brow at her clothes- a tight, trouser-like bottom and a short fitting tunic, and shrugged before turning his back to the both of them. It was late afternoon, and the sun cast a shadow through the remaining trees and a nearby watchtower over both the entrance to the forest path and also the two newcomers.

Delora stretched her arms overhead as if she had woken from a particularly long nap. Apple adjusted the camping gear over her back, raised a hand over her eyes, and spied out into the distance. The path from the forest transformed into a series of low, rolling hills, of which a fortified city was perched at the end on top of one of the hills. From this distance, she could see a dotted caravan of colorful wagons and what might be horses waiting outside the city’s gates- she also saw a number of flags and tapestries at the walls that she didn’t recognize.

Delora placed her arms behind her back and observed the taller woman’s reactions for a few beats before leaning in, bending herself forward until she was just under and at the edge of Apple’s peripheral vision.

“Never been to Waycrest before?” She asked. Apple shook her head lightly.

“Mm, it’s a big small town.” Delora said. She scratched her neck and then looked back at Apple. “They have wonderful bread. And they tolerate entertainers better than most, I suppose.” She looked back toward the city knowingly. “Don’t have a tax and all that.” Apple nodded, and followed the horizon from where the city’s walls were, to the surrounding hills and roads that snaked between them. She looked to the watchtower on her right and followed the thick, uncut logs to a rough ladder at the bottom, and observed as the boy from before finished climbing to the top. Some men in light armor, most likely boiled leather, peered down at her from the very top, carrying small crossbows with boxes built into them that looked like clips.

She squinted at their weapons and armor, and the men squinted at her back. One of them even waved their hand crossbow at her, causing her to wave back. She felt a tug at her shoulder and broke eye contact.

“It’s getting late,” Delora said, smiling and nodding in the direction of the city. “Shall we...?”

Apple nodded and followed her lead, quietly observing the outside of the city as she did. She glanced back at the tower and the men guarding it, and saw that they were still pointing at her with their crossbows even as they joked with each other. She felt a stone in her throat as she followed along, wondering what any of this meant.

I’m not home. She answered herself. I’m the farthest thing away from home, and I should be thankful that I can even understand the language.

When they approached the waiting caravan Delora quietly signaled with her eyes to Apple for her to stick close, taking her hand in hers as she lead the woman in a weaving motion through the crowd. Apple did her best to play along, but the crowd seemed to grow in density as they neared the entrance, until the once orderly line had dissolved completely- the edge of Delora’s cot brushed against and then hit a brass cage, knocking an enormous, puffy owl from its slumber. Its owner, a red faced man with a full gray beard and elongated mustache which sat beneath a large, red and orange turban, hissed at her with what Apple was sure were barbed tongues.

Just ahead, Apple turned to the sound of at least four people annoyed with Delora cutting in line. One of them held out a frail arm sticking out of a puffy blue gradient dress, its shiny, scaled exterior vibrating angrily. “A thousand pardons madam,” She said, doing a curtsy- still holding onto Apple’s gauntlet-clothed hand- “I’m here on urgent business, and I really must speak to the gate guard-”

“I don’t see why a troubadour would be in such a hurry-” The woman began, before turning to Apple. The arm belonged to an elderly woman whose entire gown was covered in the same material and fabric. The scales looked like they were carved from the inside of abalone’s shell and they also seemed to ring the outside of the woman’s enormous, wide brimmed hat- the only part of it that wasn’t so decorated was its pointy crown. Apple felt an odd sense of deja vu at the woman’s clothing. “It’s rude to stare, deary.” The lady said, before sizing her up Apple in return. “Though your own clothing is... quite exotic. Are you Capellan by any chance?”

“Um...” Apple started before Delora pulled her closely, gently but firmly. “She is! You have good eyes, madam- she’s my bodyguard.” Delora said. She lied so smoothly that Apple found herself so taken aback that she couldn’t help but nod. “Hmm, yes, I suppose they are fond of The Silence over there...” The woman mused. “But that’s beside the point, miss. The Baron needs his reading, and whatever it errand it is he has you running for him can surely wait-” “You! Girl!” A gruff voice called out, pushing his way through the crowd of anxious people to make their way to Delora, Apple, and the puffy dressed woman. “You’re late. His lordship would have words with you.” The man was dressed in a plated chest but with studded leather pantaloons. He carried an open faced helmet under his arm, which itself had a loosely secured vambrace hanging loosely from it. “I hope you have good news to share.” Delora grinned mischievously. “Barrett, please- of course I do!” The man stopped and glared daggers at her. “And you know this without opening the response?” Delora winked. “You know I would never betray a client. We live on our word in lieu of a weald.” Barrett looked unconvinced. “Yet your skill lies in your tongue and all else besides,” He said gruffly. He motioned to two men in similar dress behind him to clear a path. A small side door was built next to the gate, which some of those waiting tried, and failed, to access. “Come along.” He said, before doing a double take toward Apple. “And you? Why are you entangled so?” He said, looking Apple up and down and her conjoined hands with Delora. “The Baron will only see you, musician. Come along.” “She’s with me-” Delora said, hurriedly. The blue dressed woman stared. “She’s my bodyguard-” “Only you.” Barrett said, grabbing Delora’s shoulder. Apple held on, but felt as Delora gently let go and weaved her hand through her own armored fist. The young woman gave her a slight nod and a wink, and let herself be pulled toward the gate by Barrett. He gave her off to another guard and Apple watched as she disappeared behind the entrance, leaving her with the blue clothed lady. Behind her, several people of various social stature saw their chance and tried to cut Apple in line, only for some to be held back and pulled aside by additional guards.

Apple felt her now empty hand and looked around at the crowd awkwardly. The blue clothed woman tutted, the shining scales on her clothes shaking gently. Her eyes passed over Barrett and locked with his.

He returned her stare with a condescending squint, before replacing the helmet on his head.

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#creative writing #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2023

[blackestnight]

barrel rolls into your inbox BLANKET FORT OR TREE HOUSE

tree house! hanami likes to feel tall. she used to sneak out and find a nice tree to scale to watch the sunrise when she was a teenager; she still likes to climb trees just for funsies when she’s out adventuring, and having a place to stretch out and relax in a tree without worrying about her balance would make her day.

haruki prefers blanket forts, and has been known to put his Ultimate Cool Dad powers to use to build blanket labyrinths that take up an entire living room, before immediately knocking over a wall with his horns.

#ask #ask meme #final fantasy xiv #oc: hanami hagane #oc: haruki hagane #aethernoise #TY EMILY! #there have definitely been a few people who joke about hanami having secret miqo ancestry #between the sun naps and the tree-climbing thing

[sugxrslushy]

hello !!!! your writing is so so so good and i'm in LOVE with your fluff pieces !!! they make me feel so soft and smiley and warm, absolutely a needed treat between work!! <3 I saw your post about wanting fluff requests and fluff is my absolute favorite, so if you're up to it, may I please request headcanons for Mihawk and Robin with a gn!reader who wants to spoil them a bit after a stressful/exhausting mission? Baking their favorite treats, running them a warm bath, getting under a nice soft blanket together for a nap— anything along those lines that you feel like! Just super tender comfort fluff for these 2, they deserve to be treated gently :-) thank you, and no pressure to do this !! 🌷

➪ a/n: oh thank you so much I'm going to cry!! this is such a sweet message, fluff has always been my favorite thing too. I adore writing soft little stories that make me happy!! and I'm so glad they make others happy too!! I also agree that these two deserve so much soft love and care <33

➪ includes: Robin & Mihawk (w/ a gn!reader)

➪ warnings: none!

Nico Robin

It was a long day, the mission winding down and you felt exhausted. But that was nothing compared to Robin, who although she seemed on the outside like there was nothing wrong, she was on her last leg walking back to the Sunny with you. Her eyes fluttered closed and she covered a yawn with her hand.

“I’m sorry y/n, I hope it doesn’t seem like you’re boring me. I’m just tired.” She gives you a weak smile and you shake your head. “Don’t worry I get that.” You respond, she’d given it her best during the mission and you’d be more shocked if she wasn’t tired. You made a small mental note to spoil her for the rest of the day

Once back on the ship, you slipped away to prepare snacks for the two of you. The sun was still shining but a nap and some rest would be needed. Although you may have to fight your way past Sanji to cook for her instead of him, you manage to make some. A bunch of cookies and tea seemed delicious for the two of you

You find Robin in the library, sorting out the books she had snagged before heading back. You motion for her to follow you above deck, offering her the sweet treats and taking your hand to tug her along. It’s peaceful, most of the ship taking the time to rest and recharge their energy

Hopping into the hand woven hammock hung between the orange trees, you beckon Robin to join you. You stick your foot out to keep the hammock steady and allow her to climb in. Once she’s settled you let yourself lean back, your fingers combing gently through her black hair

Her personal favorite thing that you do is read for her. She’s always loved her books and reading for you on late nights but sometimes it’s nice to let her tired eyes have a rest as you read one of her books to her. Your voice is so soft and soothing, lulling her to sleep along with the rocking of the hammock

Soon enough the sun is dipping below the water and you’re feeling your tiredness take over you too. You can admire the beauty of the sunset while cuddling Robin, her soft hair tickling your face as you peer over her shoulder

Dracule Mihawk

You were rushing over to the door the minute you heard the creek of it opening, the old mansion providing no subtleness to his return. Although expected soft kisses and hugs upon his return, the swordsman just slumped into your awaiting arms, obviously exhausted

It had been an exhausting mission, you had heard plenty from the letters he sent you. And you were prepared for this moment, food already being made atop the stove and you could go fetch his comfortable clothes you had specifically left out nearby. You take his hat from his head and are off to get started

The smell of food is amazing, oh how he'd missed your cooking. Nothing else could compare to it, it was a taste of home and would always remind him of you. He accompanies you in the kitchen, trying to help a bit but you keep swatting him away so you can do it on your own

You want this to be about him, a little welcome home done in the way you were best at welcoming him. You couldn't resist spoiling your favorite man, and in Mihawk’s exhausted state he could only accept your sweetness. It was appreciated, being able to finally rest

He sticks around in the kitchen with you as you pour him some wine and chat, asking about his mission and if there were any fun details to it. Every now and then you'd interrupt him to have him taste test your food even when you're sure it tastes amazing

Although you normally found yourselves eating at the table you wanted a bit more intimacy. You both could seat yourselves in the vast living room on the comfortable, velvety couch and eat your dinner. A glass of wine balanced in his hand and yours on the coffee table beside you two

The fire in the fireplace is crackling and warm, feeling nice against the two of you as you curl up beside each other. Mihawk would normally complain about the dirty plates left out but it's too nice of a moment to break. With your promise to clean it up later, the two of you drift off to sleep in each other's arms

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece fic #devil child robin #nico robin #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #robin x you #robin x y/n #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x reader #mihawk x y/n #mihawk x you #fluff