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lovelyprincessn64 · 7 months

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Halloween request event

Come one and Come all today is spook mouth all day and night and this year I want to give everyone a special event for a holiday of horror and nostalgia.

Welcome to the Halloween party to request for any horror of your choice and to your heart desires and here are the choices:

Creepypastas and pokepastas

Crospe Groom Vincent Valentine anniversary

Spooky Mouth

Horror games and movies pules tv shows

Day of the dead

Celebrating the FNAF movie

Characters cosplaying

Halloween party

Trick or treat

Prompts of your choice (it has to be spooky theme)

AUs

Pumpkin patch

folklore

Monsters

Suff form your childhood or nostalgia

Retro

Fan made monster high skullector dolls

Fanasy horror

Dead in the night

20. Any thing horror related

21. Gruesome faith

22. Yandere nightmare

23. Fan art of fan made horror games

24. Lots of blood and gore

25. Gothic style

26. Fall / autumn

27. Vacation to nightmare

28. Apocalypse

29. Dark desire

30. Monster fright

31. Hypnos lullaby tribute

32. Friday the 13th

33. Candy

34. Horror anime shows

35. Japan Halloween theme

36. Your ocs

37. Black and white horror Style

38. Tim Burton

39. Disney's Halloween theme movies

40. Bloody movie theater

41. Bloody snacks

42. mcdonald's boo buckets

43. Halloween specials

44. Vincent Valentine's birthday

45. L's Birthday

46. Bakery hell

47. Pumpkin spice latte

48. treehouse of horror

49. Childhood trauma

51. Tails's birthday and Tankman birthday

52. Monster Mash

53. sweetest of dreams

54. Night of the nuns

55. Ladies night

56. Sweet as sugar

57. Cafe nights

58. Fortunes of misfortunes

59. Last night at the Christmas party

60. Everless night

61. Final Call of a final girl

62. Death by Grimace Shake

63. Cupcakes

64. Eddsworld

65. R.I.P in pieces

66. Nightmare night

67. Five nights of fun

68. Victims of blood lust

69. vocaloid of terror

70. Dawn of the box office

71. Build a bitch

72. Doomsday

73. Winterwonder HorrorLand

74. Magician of mischievous

75. Tales of Horror Korean

76. Psychotic pharaoh

75. Animal crossing Halloween stuff

76. Cookie Run

77. Grave mistake

78. Lost CN episodes

79. Haunting Hour

80. Chills

81. Deadly sorrow

82. Night of the Woods

83. Come learn with Pibby

84. Fran bow

85. Garden of nightmares

86.🌡Blood n Honey 🍯

87. Random Encounters

88. Reflections

89. Deepest of regrets

90. Hell on kitty

91. Wii Deleted You

92. Jerry's basement

93. Toy Story Black Friday incident

94. Mario Madness

95. Baked alive

94. Dead Bart

95. Saturday of asphyxiation

96. Wonderland Massacre

97. Untold loneliness

98. Mr. Prinz's Pokemon Dusk & Pokémon Dawn also Pokémon Nightfall even Pokémon Nocturne including Pokémon Aurora along with Klaus and Dave even the dark Chronicles.

99. Cult Of The Lamb (some parts of it),

100. Splatoween Splatfest

101. Printer problems

102. The Phantom of the Opera

103. Soap opera genre

104. Dream yard of doom

105. Buried alive

106. Spider tea party time

107. Afterlife with Archie

108. The Walking Dead

109. Lost Silver

110. Evil Among Us

111. Rainbow Factory

112. What have I done

113. Old Chateau

114. Zardy's maze

115.Japan Halloween style

116. Ghosting you since 96

117. The bite of 87

118. Horrific Thanksgiving

119. Self aware genre

200. Earthbound Halloween hack

201. sonic channel

202. Balena Productions (some of it)

203. Tails gets trolled Halloween mod

204. Little Red Riding Hood zombie BBQ

205. Creepy dolls

206. Blood and Feathers

207. meatcanyon

208. happy birthday balvenie

209. Karamari Hospital

210. Halloween shit post

211. Unown King

212. Cursed Cat Alastor

213. Lady/ man in the mirror

214. The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

215. Resident Evil

216. Spooky Redraws

217. The House of the Dead

218. Haunted Mansion

219. October birthdays

220. illbleed (it's a horror game)

221. Night of the consumers

222. Flesh Birds

223. Dino Crisis

224. Witch way

225. Eaten alive

226. Spookycore

227. No Escape

228. Goth Amy

229. Jack the Pumpkin King

230. Dear brother

231. Ben 10 Zombozo

232. Living Dead Boy / Girl

233. Monster Hunters

234. Nuns murder

235. The man that killed Halloween

236. After Dark

237. Little dark age

238. Calling All The Monsters

239. Turn the lights off

240. Thriller

241. Bloody Mary

242. Dead by Daylight

243. Spooky skeletons

244. Monsters under the bed

245. Charlie Brown Halloween special

246. Death comes at midnight

247. Black cats

248. Hocus Pocus

249. Radio demon

250. Overdue

251. Haunted by screams

252. Pandora's Box

253. Starve Eggman / starved characters

254. Ghostbusters (No 2016 version)

255. Nowhere to Run

256. Bloodpop

257. Plants vs Zombies

258. Main course

259. Genocide

260. Last Escape

261. Kill la kill anniversary

262. Shitno

263. Carnitrix

264. Blood stain ritual of the night

265. Suicide mickey.avi

266. Rain of Terror

267. Castlevania

268. Nightmare invasion

269. Deceased

270. City of the Dead

271. Scent of night

272. Look out!

273. Wind's Wreck

274. Children of the Night

275. Burger and Frights

276. Headless Horseman

277. Unborn's lullaby

278. There's always another night

279. Nebula

280. Reversion

281. Haunted by Screams

282. Living in the Dark

283. Moonlight Menschen

284. Hazbin hotel

285. One night at flumpty's

286. Crimson head

287. I am not me

288. Silent Hill

289. Jack O'Lantern

290. Gorefield

291. Tofu Survivor

292. Grim Reaper

293. Grave robber

294. Scared Stupid

295. Mr. X

296. Don't feed it at midnight

297. Red Mist

298. Boogeyman

299. Ghost zone

300. What's your favorite scary movie

301. Thalassophobia

302. Mr. L

303. Death is part of life

304. Abandoned by Disney

305. He needs to eat

306. Why I'll never play a Mario game again

307. Appleyes

308. Body Gore

309. Black Ops Zombies

310. Dead space

311. Sleep experiment

312. Every copy is personalized

314. Sonic Generations beta

315. No mercy

316. Eyeless Jack

317. Slender Man

318. Ben drowned

319. Godzilla NES

320. Misfortune.gb

321. Glitchy red

322. Strangle red

323. I am Mr mix

324. Happiness for sale

325. Rap rat

326. Escape from Marywood

327. 1999

328. Rotten yellow

329. Zombreon

330. Pokemon Dead channel

331. Creepy Jigglypuff

332. Disabled can't sing (it's based off of a Pokemon Creepypasta about a Wigglytuff name disabled that cannot sing or use any Pokemon moves)

333. Please hurry

334. Sonic. exe

335. Bio crisis

336. Lisa Trevor

337. Circle you game

338. I hate you

339. Left unchecked

340. National Noodle Day

341. Boyfriend day

342. Abandoned loneliness

343. Pasta night

344. Bad ending friends

345. Evil art

346. Possessed Dawn

347. No you're not the one

348. I am not a clone

349. Goosebumps

350. Triple trouble

351. Sally.exe

352. Purple guy

353. King of five nights at Freddy's

354. Not everything as it seems

355. The murder of me

356. I'm pretty sure it's haunted

357. Luna game

358. Polybius

359. Lemon monster

360. Ed Edd n Eddy's boo haw haw

361. Las plagas

362. Ghost train

363. Resident Evil scrapped creatures

364. The Batman that laughs

365. Gregory's Horror Show

366. Deep fear

367. Faceless

368. Slendytubbies

369. Helluva boss

370. Carnival of Lost Souls

371. Vampire heart Draculaura

372. Why do ghouls fall in love

373. Sugar skeletons

374. Blood drive

375. Darkstalkers

376. Little red psycho Hood

377. #DRCL midnight children manga

378. Blood wash

379. She sways in her velvet dress

380. Keep going

381. Broken finger paradise

382. Horror tales patrick

383. Just gold

384. Survive the night

385. Hex Girls

386. Scooby-Doo Zombie Island (sequel to the movie not allowed)

387. Virus

388. Higurashi: when they cry

389. Hinamizawa syndrome

390. It's alive

391. Happy Fella

392. Harvest festival 64

393. Bonnie's Bakery

394. Morning coffee

395. Close at 2

396. Mouthwashing

397. Dr jekyll and Mr hyde

398. Fruit witches

399. Scoop room

400. YouTuber lumpy touch

401. Sleep paralysis

402. That's not my neighbour

403. Scarlet milk

Disclaimer: be sure to read the rules before requesting please be thankful and understandable and civil thank you for reading and understanding.

Note: unlike normal requests you have to request horror theme or if your not interested you can always send a normal one.

Have fun ~🎃🎁

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limejuicer1862 · 10 months

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#TheWildness. Day 24. Imagine you could communicate with one animal species. Which species would you choose and what would you ask them? Please join Jane Dougherty and me in celebrating wildness all this month. I tried to get permission from the Wildlife Trust to use their #3ODaysWild as prompts but it was not forthcoming, so here are my own prompts with a little help from chatgbt. I will feature your draft published/unpublished poetry/short prose/artworks using the following prompts. Please include a short third person bio. Numbers refer to dates in June: Day 1. Describe the sounds you hear when you step outside your home. How does nature contribute to this musical work? 2. Write a letter to a tree or plant that you encounter on your daily walk. What would you say to it? 3. Imagine you could transform into any animal for a day. Which animal would you choose and why? 4. Write a short story about a magical encounter with a wild animal in your backyard. 5. Describe a peaceful moment spent observing a body of water. What emotions does it evoke in you? 6. Write a poem inspired by the vibrant colours and patterns of a butterfly's wings. 7. Imagine you are a wildlife photographer. Describe the most breathtaking picture you have taken during your challenge. 8. Write about a favourite childhood memory spent in nature. How did it shape your connection with the natural world? 9. Create a dialogue between two different species of birds perched on a branch. What would they talk about? 10. Describe the texture and scent of wildflowers you encounter on your nature walks. How do they make you feel? 11. Write a persuasive essay on the importance of conserving and protecting local wildlife habitats. 12. Imagine you are a nature guide. Describe a walk you would take visitors on to showcase the beauty and diversity of your local environment. 13. Write a poem about the changing seasons and how they affect the behaviour of wildlife. 14. Imagine you are a detective investigating the disappearance of a rare animal. Describe your search for clues in the natural world. 15. Write a poem/flash fiction about a mischievous squirrel that causes chaos in your garden. 16. Describe a special moment when you felt truly connected to nature. What did it teach you about yourself and the world around you? 17. Write a letter to future generations, urging them to protect and cherish the natural world. 18. Create a detailed observation log of a specific species of bird that you have been monitoring throughout the challenge. 19. Write a poem inspired by the soothing sounds of a flowing stream or river. 20. Imagine you are a nature-inspired artist. Describe the masterpiece you would create using materials found in the great outdoors. 21. Write a short story about a group of friends who embark on an unforgettable camping trip in the wilderness. 22. Describe the most fascinating insect you have encountered during your challenge. What makes it unique? 23. Write a diary entry from the perspective of a tree, chronicling its experiences and the changes it witnesses over the course of a year. 24. Imagine you could communicate with one animal species. Which species would you choose and what would you ask them? 25. Describe a magical sunrise or sunset you have witnessed during your journey. How did it make you feel? 26. Write a letter to a future self, reflecting on the impact of the challenge on your relationship with nature. 27. Imagine you are a character in a wildlife-themed adventure novel. Describe the perilous situation you find yourself in and how you escape. 28. Write a poem celebrating the diversity and resilience of nature, even in the face of human challenges. 29. Describe the feeling of walking barefoot on cool, damp grass. How does it connect you to the Earth? 30. Write a short story about a hidden, enchanted forest where magical creatures dwell. What adventures await those who discover it? Feel free to adapt these prompts to suit your writing style or preferences.

Old Moor Bird photo by Paul Brookes Wolf, where are you? I know you’re there, lying low. Not in these quiet meadows and wooded slopes perhaps, but along Garonne’s broad reaches harried by flood waters, where farm buildings sink beneath the weight of ivy, wooden planking falls like flakes of slate. Wolf, where are you? Down there amid the forest-tangle, the woodland left untended, plantations…

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zephlampeee · 3 years

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chapter 3 is up! i may or may not be posting this right now so i can get serotonin for my birthday via notes

i mentioned this in the notes on the actual chapter but just a trigger warning for mentions of premature death :P

@staravenger7285

#lark alvi my beloved #chronicles of a mischievous little bird #coamlb #eda the owl mom #edalyn clawthorne #i meant to queue this but oh well lmao #here it is anyway

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musicallisto · 3 years

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𓃬 — 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧); (edmund pevensie x f!reader)

@blazogirl18 requested: If you still have a slot open, could you do 18 with Edmund from the chronicles of Narnia? Thank you in advance and I love your blog's aesthetic. It's so soothing

song: juro que - rosalia | 𝄞

summary: “King Edmund is taken hostage, is he not? And you will need the help of the bravest soldiers in Narnia, will you not?”

word count: 2.2k

author notes: I feel terrible because this is totally shit but I figured you had waited long enough already. I hope this is still okay?

warnings: incarceration, some fighting/violence

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 feeling something had gone awfully wrong way before High King Edmund the Just’s Royal Guard burst into Cair Paravel’s audience room.

You always got those hunches whenever something was amiss without quite putting your finger on it — an ineffable certitude that tugged at heartstrings like a mischievous devil. The last time it had happened so clearly was mere seconds before Lucy fell off her horse and broke her arm. This time, though, you had tried your best to conceal the upheaval in your stomach; you had meetings to preside over and Narnians to hear, no matter the battles roaring at the back of your mind — or those Edmund was fighting in some faraway land.

But when a bloodied and disheveled cavalry stormed into the room, you thought your heart might burst from the absolute terror of being right.

“Your Majesty,” the knight you recognized as the captain of Edmund’s guard panted once or twice through a haphazardly lifted visor. “Your Majesty, they have... they have taken the King.”

You rose from your throne, whatever prosaic matters you were attending before forgotten already. What tremors your voice hid reappeared in your hands; you balled them into fists to compose yourself.

“Speak fast and calmly. Tell me everything that happened.”

“We were scouting the woods near our camp, early in the morning, when the King offered to join us... it’s a dangerous place, milady, so close to the frontlines... they jumped from behind the cedars and beneath the bushes, milady, and they were twice as many as we were, twenty at least. We fought them off as fiercely as we could, but the King...”

“Saddle my horse and polish my sword from the armory.”

He blinked twice, his mouth an oval-shaped question.

“Majesty —”

“King Edmund is taken hostage, is he not? And you will need the help of the bravest soldiers in Narnia, will you not?”

Your eyes of steel left no room for debate. He nodded.

“Yes, milady.”

“Excellent. Call the High King and Queens and all our generals to the Arms Room.”

You took your crown off your head, officially signaling that polite discussions were over. The shiny silver under your fingertips was almost the same shade as Edmund’s hopeful eyes when he had told you he loved you for the first time — and imagining them in distress was unbearable.

“They will pay before sundown.”

These plains were unknown to you, despite all the colorful atlases you had devoured in the Cair Paravel library; but no Narnian cavalry had ever backed down when facing the unknown, especially not one led by Queen Y/N and High Queen Lucy. You had ridden all morning, to the confines of the realm where Edmund’s army had been fighting off hordes of nomadic invaders, leaving the castle to Peter and Susan’s capable hands. Lucy and you, at the head of the troops, were pensive and focused, plunged deep in a cold seriousness at the antipodes of your habitual cheeriness; and like a somber presage, you hadn’t heard a single bird sing over the lush pastures of Narnia.

There was, truth to be told, little reason to sing that morning.

“Don’t worry,” Lucy’s sunny voice said when you were riding side by side, approaching the troops’ camp. “He’s resourceful and intelligent. We’ll find him.”

You had merely nodded. The rhythmic jolting of your horse was just enough to disguise the trembling of your hands.

You eventually halted when you reached a cluster of makeshift tents and timid fires, desperate to be put in order by some kind of leader. A sense of brooding dread still hung in the air above the idle soldiers when you dismounted, but the sight of you, your commanding posture, and the sigil of Aslan on your blade inspired some hopeful adoration.

“Good morning, brave Narnians —” Lucy commenced as she touched down next to you.

“Long live High Queen Lucy,” a tired murmur fused, bitter with irony, almost indiscernible amidst the crowd.

All ungainly morning activities had come to a halt at the sight of Lucy’s golden tunic. All eyes were on you, haggard and haunted, but just starting to glimmer anew with a renewed, fragile light.

“Long live High Queen Lucy, and if you walk with me, long live High King Edmund,” you repeated to the assembled crowd, loud and composed, chin raised and blade at the ready.

“And long live Queen Y/N, who will lead us into the enemy’s lair and save my brother,” Lucy resumed as firmly as you had.

No one in the crowd picked up the chant, not even your exhausted but unwavering cavalry; but the resolution you read in every soldier’s features, from those in the front row to the shaken tending to the wounded, told you they would follow you into the last confines of the Earth and even beyond Aslan’s kingdom, all for their fair king.

Lucy took your hand in hers, a childhood reflex almost, as you swallowed in apprehension and restlessness. You’d get Edmund back if it was the last thing you did; if you had to claw your way to the Earth’s gut; if you had to defy Aslan himself.

“Remember your places. Harm only if you must. We are here for the King.”

Lucy and the two soldiers who had volunteered to accompany you gave you a curt nod, trying their best to dissimulate the apprehension pulling at their faces. You took a deep breath, a step forward; it seemed as though the world was limited to the toothed silhouette of the enemy walls, black against the blazing sunset.

“For Narnia,” you murmured as sternly as you could, and your words echoing resolutely among the troops were enough to exhilarate you.

The very next moment, you had jumped, steps quiet as a cat’s on the humid grass. The wooden fortress opened like a dark, gaping mouth before you; but you had no choice but to make it out alive.

Getting into the enemy fort was almost too easy; a second of inattention from the soldiers standing guard outside the perimeter and you had slipped inside through a loophole, your sword still concealed in its sheath. Finding the path to the cells all while avoiding the patrols in the dimly lit corridors, though, proved a little more difficult. Still, through the narrow and sinuous hallways, you advanced, the only sound a distant ringing of brash voices and heavy boots.

“We should probably find a way to go underground...”

“Hush.”

You stopped in your tracks, a hand raised next to your ear, eyes wide and pupils flickering like a lioness on a hunt. The voice was unmistakable, somewhere from the entrails of the castle... and the clash of blades and armor too.

“Lucy is in trouble. Follow me.”

Without awaiting her answer, you sprinted down the hallway as a tide of pure fury dabbled in your chest. It was more than enough of them to have taken Edmund — but Lucy...

Your heart was in your throat when you burst into a larger, circular room, bathed in a hellish light by golden torches on the walls; but you ignored it as you raised your sword to your opponents. A speck of terror crossed the two leather-clad soldiers’ eyes, but they only tightened their grips around Lucy and her companion’s throats.

“You’re outnumbered. Let them go.”

Rarely before had your voice been as cold, eyes as stern, lips and brow as twitchy; but your arm didn’t quiver, and the keen tip of your blade hovered back and forth between the two enemies, a few inches from their exposed throats. You crossed Lucy’s pleading gaze, surprisingly calm despite the chokehold and the dagger on the small of her back, but you shook your head. Only a split second of inattention, but enough for a flurry of movement to startle you.

The other nomad, the one holding Lucy’s companion, pushed him away and unsheathed a bronze knife; he jumped at you before you could steady your grip on your blade; but when you expected the blow to hit and cut, you heard the low thud of a weapon hitting the ground; the soldier who had come with you had her foot on the knife and her own broadsword to the now unarmed attacker. You both gulped at the same time.

“By order of a Queen of Narnia,” you reiterated, loud and strong, “let them go and take us to the King.”

Unsurprisingly, the two captors were much more cooperative when they were the captive — especially when they had a sword pressed against their backs.

You led the way with your improvised guide, through countless damp hallways and cobweb-filled stairways, into what could either be the pits of Hell or a well laid-out trap; but you kept your eyes firmly ahead of you. The pounding of your heart got louder with each step you took, closer to the cells, closer to Edmund.

Your prisoner eventually came to a halt in front of a worm-eaten wooden door that seemed to have grappled with darkness and humidity for centuries.

“He’s inside,” he spat in a heavily accentuated Narnian, and as he reached for your sword, maybe thinking you distracted by the change of scenery, you firmly grabbed his arm and pushed him toward his friend, rigidly guarded by Lucy.

“I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.”

Exchanging a glance and a nod with the Queen, you held onto the cell keys you had taken from your adversaries, and pushed the door open.

Complete and unnatural darkness surrounded you as soon as you closed the door behind your back, and, taking careful steps into the obscure cavity, you could feel your vigor abandon you by the second, as though the shadows were born of something alive and truly malevolent, disdained by Aslan’s magic. Gathering your courage, you lit and raised your lantern before calling out:

“Edmund?”

A rattle of chains from the back of the room was your only answer.

“Edmund, it’s me. It’s Y/N. You’re safe. I’ve come with Lucy to get you out of here.”

And finally, you saw him; crumpled up in a crowner, paler than you had ever seen him and a hollow yet characteristically lucid air in the eyes, he flinched at the light you brought before his face fell in utter disbelief.

“Y/N...”

His voice, the one that lulled you to sleep by telling you tales of old and sheepish jokes he made up on the spot; a hoarse and worn murmur... and his hands, firm but delicate, the ones that held books and brushed his horses’ manes; bloodied at the knuckles and tainted with dirt... And still, he looked up at you and your teary eyes as if they were the most beautiful treasure he’d ever seen.

“Oh, Ed, what have they done to you...”

You dropped to your knees, setting your lantern on the ground next to him; he lifted his head as much as his battered body could permit him; but you met him halfway, taking his face in your hands; and only when you pressed your lips to his were you absolutely certain you had gotten him back. You motioned to pull away, but his shackled hands clung onto your arms desperately, as if he were finally breathing easy after a hundred years of apnea; so you forgot everything, the adrenaline and the fear and the cold clamminess of the cell, everything except for Edmund’s erratic breathing and a tear rolling down your cheek, neither entirely yours nor his.

“You... You really came,” he breathed out when you finally broke the kiss.

“Of course I came, silly! Did you truly think I would let you rot here?”

“It seems I have a, ah, propensity to find myself in these situations. Maybe you’re getting tired of it by now,” he reckoned not without his habitual acerbic humor, and you knew all he had thought about in the frozen solitude of this prison was the time, so many years ago, he had turned against Aslan and been held by the White Witch.

“I made a promise when I wed you,” you reminded shakily, wiping away the dirt from his chin and cheeks. “I would save you a thousand times over just like you would save me too. I swore on my life. I’m not about to go back on that.”

And the smile he offered you then could have melted glaciers and put the Sun to shame, and led armies to victory and your soul to heaven.

“Great, I can get captured as many times as I want, then.”

The laugh you let out was stronger than darkness, clear as water and dripping with love. Before he could see the tears pooling in your beautiful eyes, you embraced him tightly, his head to your pounding chest.

Narnia would write countless histories of the many times Queen Y/N saved King Edmund and reciprocally; but all would fail to transcribe the otherworldly peace that washed over the embraced lovers like winged statues of old.

tagging; @softeninglooks @fives-cup-of-coffee (all my writing) ; @bravelittlesunflower @lxncelot @swanimagines (narnia)

#also thank you so much for saying my blog's aesthetic is soothing - it's what i go for honestly <3 #mywriting #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #narnia imagine #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie imagine #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x y/n #lucy pevensie #lucy pevensie imagine #poppy 🔮

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naferty · 4 years

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stevetony fic recs!!!! please!!!!!

Oh no there's just so many to choose from!! So many wonderful stony fics from so many wonderful authors. This is hard. Don't do this to me 😭😭

I hope you enjoy these just as much as I do!!

(topTony and bottomSteve are also included)

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What Lies Inside by Penumbren

When the Avengers discover Captain America in the Arctic sea, they find more than just a new team member: Tony Stark discovers his fated mate. The problem is, Steve Rogers is a man out of his own time and apparently straight, and Tony's not about to force anything on the man he loves--even if it means his own death. Besides, Tony's spent his entire life keeping secrets. How can he possibly tell Steve that he's really Iron Man, let alone a werewolf?

Birds of a Feather by LoquitorLatinae

Tony only ever wanted to be an Alpha with bright feathers, a huge wingspan, and attitude. But he was an Omega, and while he still has the attitude, his lot in life as dictated by society leaves a lot to be desired. But he was Tony Stark, and he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way—though he wouldn’t necessarily be against the company of a certain Alpha Capsicle.

Killing Monsters in the Rain by snoozingkitten

Tony is a werewolf in name only, he’s also a genius and a playboy and the Lord of the house of Stark. When he’s forcibly reminded of his heritage by a crash landing in the East River Forest things go a bit differently than he’d expect. Fantasy AU

Man Out of Time by samptra

Closing dark eyes he tried to center his wildly gyrating thoughts. “This isn’t happening this isn’t real…” he wacked his head a few more times, “I did not go through a weird tear in the air again. There was no crazy terreract driven machine…and I defiantly did not go back in time.” This was all some sort of dream he was having a nightmare one that he’d awake from in his bed, in Avengers Tower, in the year 2013.

That Has Such People by samptra

Captain Tony Stark has found himself in a strange time and place. Billionaire, genius Steve Rogers has no idea what to do with a man from the past. Together perhaps they can teach each other a little about the past and future.

Dulce et Decorum est by samptra

Badly wounded in Afghanistan Lieutenant Tony Stark had been deemed unfit for combat. His life now stretching before him a bleakly; a company he wants nothing to do with, a legacy he can barely tolerate, and a life he never wanted. Until he’s given the chance to be something he never imagined; a superhero.

Thumb, Index, and Pinky Extended by Eudoxia

Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

Living In The Future by Closer

Eighteen-year-old Tony Stark is the boy genius who woke Captain America, and now he's stuck with him. That's not a bad thing, but between Steve's wide-eyed wonder at the new world and Tony's little fanboy crush, the awkwardness just keeps happening.

Engaging the Enemy by tsukinofaerii

Iron Man is one of the more persistent villains that the Ultimates face, with a special fondness for one Captain America. As Steve starts to findout more and more about him, the lines between hero and villain begin to blur. Sometimes, you don't have to be on the right side of the law to be in the right.

The Tower of Yesterday by manic_intent

Tony is the WWII hero waking up in the future. Iron Man Noir.

Got the Cream by YourFavoriteRobot

Steve is coasting through life after leaving the army without making any real connections to anyone around him. Until a mischievous deity turns Steve's only friend, his cat Tony, into a human being.

Tony Stark and the Sentinel of Liberty: A Marvels Adventure by Sineala

When Project Rebirth fails, leaving the super-soldier serum inert in his veins, Steve Rogers is forced to bid goodbye to his dream of defending his country -- at least, in the way he'd always envisioned it. But his prospects in that regard aren't entirely bleak: he takes a job as chronicler for Tony Stark, the former Marvels adventurer who now serves his country in his typical unorthodox style, hunting down mystical relics before the Nazis can find them. At Tony's side in the jungles of Peru, Steve discovers that the serum works after all -- but it works in ways he could never have imagined.

Not This Omega by Annehiggins

With Stane dead, Tony has to find a mate or lose controlling interest in his company, so it's time to throw an omega ball. Tony has a plan, but doesn't count on the drug in his drink. Now he's stuck with a mate who doesn't seem all that into him. Based on this prompt in the avengerkink meme. Set it a world where no one, not even Pepper, knows Tony is Iron Man and the events of Iron Man 2 never happened.

Unknown Caller (do not engage) by gottalovev

Steve had one job: exchange a couple of texts with a guy who thought he had Natasha's number, and let him down gently. It ends up being a lot more complicated than that.

A Little Too Not Over You by jay_girl88

"Steve had experienced torture before. This was a cruel and unusual form of it."

Sometimes, you can't see what's right in front of you until it isn't there anymore.

Colour Me In Love by starksnack

[5:12 AM] Hey so I know you modeled for me like two years ago, but I really liked the work we did and was wondering if we could get together for coffee and talk about your possible participation in my upcoming project. Please let me know when you’re available. - SR

Tony models for Steve.

Basically two idiots in love.

Parabol Series by chaoticcollectorchaos_me

When a dead body is discovered, the Avengers become murder suspects.

Rockabye Verse by BladeoftheNebula

Cute alphas didn’t appear out of nowhere to help ruined omegas. That was a widely accepted fact.

Tony Stark had always known his life wouldn’t be easy as a genius omega in an alpha’s world. But not even he predicted getting knocked up and forced to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere.

A Gentleman's Guide to Centaurs by BladeoftheNebula

All of Marvyl is a-twitter when Captain Rogers comes to town and takes up residence at Brooklyn Hall.

A single alpha in possession of a large fortune is an interesting prospect for any unmarried omega - especially when he has hooves.

You Have Me by ShesLikeTexas

Tony Stark is a twenty year old college student trying to get by after being cut off by his father. Enter: Art student Steve Rogers, otherwise known as "The Captain," one of the most powerful crime bosses in New York.

Home by Saber_Wing

Desperately, he reached back and grasped for the carving knives on the block behind him, because damned if he was going down without a fight. Then the bilgesnipe's razor sharp teeth clamped down harder on Tony's leg, and this time, he heard something crack. All rational thought fled with it.

Tony's vision went white. He thought he might have screamed, but he couldn't be sure.

Oh god, it hurt. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Thor really should learn to keep Bilgey in his room.

The Red String by masterlokisev159

As Prince Anthony stands by the window and watches his kingdom burn, he can only hope and pray that the barbarians will be kind. After all, what good would it do to have more bloodshed after so many lives have been lost?

It is inevitable though. Whether he likes it or not, he is the prince, the son of the cruel and powerful King Howard. And princes such as he do not last long once their kingdom has been claimed.

Tony knows these will be his final hours. He knows the barbarian leader is coming for him.

He just prays it will be a quick and painless death.

Sweet on You by MiniRaven

It’s the 1940’s and Tony is working as a Donut Doll for the Red Cross. His job is to go around to various military bases and offer comfort food and conversation to homesick soldiers. He’s come to expect a lot of things in this job, but he doesn’t expect to fall in love with Captain America, the hottest most awkward soldier Tony has ever met.

Clan (of the Stranger and the Outcast) by greymantledlady

The Stranger holds out his huge hand towards Tony, palm outwards and upwards.

Tony watches him warily, baring his teeth a little, not yet a snarl but a warning. But the Stranger simply holds his hand there, waiting, waiting; and his knife is lying on the ground between them, and there is no threat in the lines of his body.

Tony lets out a little breath he’s been holding. And he’s trembling, but he slowly reaches his own hand out, tentative and uncertain, and brushes the fingertips against the Stranger’s calloused palm. And the Stranger smiles a little, his eyes soft, and wraps his fingers around Tony’s.

The Long Way Back (To You) by Pearl_Unplanned

After mouthing off to the wrong God of Mischief, Steve and Tony find themselves stuck as a cat and mouse, respectively. Either they work together to get home without being picked off by one of the many everyday dangers like stray dogs, cars, rat poison and each other, or they die trying. And maybe they can just come to terms with how they really feel towards one another.

The Future is Now by Pearl_Unplanned

After a villain's failed 'time machine' is used on Tony and Steve, it leaves them both far older than anyone had been expecting. Tony, unsurprisingly, is having trouble coping with it, especially since there's a chance it might be permanent. Steve, on the other hand, tries to make the best of the situation.

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I have plenty more but I think this is a good list. Enjoy!

#ask post #mal gets an ask #lovely anon #fic recs #fic list #stony #stevetony #eeeey #hope you enjoy!#let me know if you want that more list

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tetrxctys · 4 years

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Tagged by @twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for

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OC: Halcyon Volkov (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

MEDIEVAL

Tired eyes. Coffee stains on the table. Listening to the bustle of the city. Unmade beds. Ponytails. Sunlight seeping through the curtains. Chapped lips. Walking barefoot across floorboards. Dusty dictionaries. Black and white reruns. Huge sweaters. The ticking of the clock. Hearing birds in the morning. Fireplaces. Falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE

Freckles. The sun rising. Watching the sea. Taking shots of the city. Historical museums. Bright eyes. Looking up at the clouds. Walls covered in artwork. Drawing in the middle of lessons. Tracing your fingers on the sand. Painting for hours. Staying in uncrowded coffee shops. Worn paperbacks. Messy braids. Going to bed with your knee socks on.

BAROQUE

Dark hair. A little sophisticated. Always observing the world around you. Intricate designs. High ceilings. Extravagant musical pieces. Dim lights. Colourless photographs. Fancy furniture. Pale skin. Hearing soft footfalls coming from outside your room. Mischievous looks. Bitten nails. Candlelight dinners. Dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL

Chandeliers. The clinking of a teacup. Laced clothing. Modern architecture. Light hair. Watching the view from the terrace. Hidden birthmarks. Drinking tea in the morning. Wandering about in an empty building. Botanical gardens. Old films. Ancient marble sculptures. Expensive perfume. Breakfast in bed. Reading stories about mythology.

ROMANTIC

Compassion. Short writings on scraps of paper. Blushed cheeks. A bouquet of roses. Reading collections of poetry late at night. Loose hair. Carpeted floors. Attending operas. Faint music playing in the background. Staying under the covers until midday. The night sky. Streetlights. Picking flowers. Dancing around in silk dresses/Nice suits. Scented candles.

(I would tag others, but the two people I talk to that are into TWC have already done it qwq)

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc detective #hehe i was tagged!#oc: detective volkova

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spoopity-boopity · 4 years

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Tagged by @chaoticbooklover

Thank you so much for tagging me!! You’re the best.

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OC: Detective Ainsley Langford, The Wayhaven Chronicles

MEDIEVAL

RENAISSANCE

BAROQUE

CLASSICAL

ROMANTIC

I don’t know who hasn’t been tagged yet so just thank you for reading!

#twc detective #pc: ainsley langford #Wayhaven Chronicles #the wayhaven chronicles #twc

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zephwrites · 2 years

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(hoists coamlb out of the depths and blows a thick film of dust off) avi has two thumbs on his left hand send post

#coamlb #chronicles of a mischievous little bird #avi zia #idk why i thought of this

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the-ham-juice · 4 years

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Thanks for the tag @twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for and @morexgan !!! 💖

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OC: Detective Ivy Roux Blackwood, The Wayhaven Chronicles

MEDIEVAL

RENAISSANCE

BAROQUE

CLASSICAL

ROMANTIC

Tagging: @aranislavellan (Gimme Alys uwu) @ma-serannas-vhenan (Novaaaaaaa) @queen-kass-the-writer 💕💝💓💞

#twc detective #twc mc #thanks for the tag!!!

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limejuicer1862 · 10 months

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#TheWildness. Day 23. Write a diary entry from the perspective of a tree, chronicling its experiences and the changes it witnesses over the course of a year. Please join Jane Dougherty Misky, and me in celebrating wildness all this month. I tried to get permission from the Wildlife Trust to use their #3ODaysWild as prompts but it was not forthcoming, so here are my own prompts with a little help from chatgbt. I will feature your draft published/unpublished poetry/short prose/artworks using the following prompts. Please include a short third person bio. Numbers refer to dates in June: Day 1. Describe the sounds you hear when you step outside your home. How does nature contribute to this musical work? 2. Write a letter to a tree or plant that you encounter on your daily walk. What would you say to it? 3. Imagine you could transform into any animal for a day. Which animal would you choose and why? 4. Write a short story about a magical encounter with a wild animal in your backyard. 5. Describe a peaceful moment spent observing a body of water. What emotions does it evoke in you? 6. Write a poem inspired by the vibrant colours and patterns of a butterfly's wings. 7. Imagine you are a wildlife photographer. Describe the most breathtaking picture you have taken during your challenge. 8. Write about a favourite childhood memory spent in nature. How did it shape your connection with the natural world? 9. Create a dialogue between two different species of birds perched on a branch. What would they talk about? 10. Describe the texture and scent of wildflowers you encounter on your nature walks. How do they make you feel? 11. Write a persuasive essay on the importance of conserving and protecting local wildlife habitats. 12. Imagine you are a nature guide. Describe a walk you would take visitors on to showcase the beauty and diversity of your local environment. 13. Write a poem about the changing seasons and how they affect the behaviour of wildlife. 14. Imagine you are a detective investigating the disappearance of a rare animal. Describe your search for clues in the natural world. 15. Write a poem/flash fiction about a mischievous squirrel that causes chaos in your garden. 16. Describe a special moment when you felt truly connected to nature. What did it teach you about yourself and the world around you? 17. Write a letter to future generations, urging them to protect and cherish the natural world. 18. Create a detailed observation log of a specific species of bird that you have been monitoring throughout the challenge. 19. Write a poem inspired by the soothing sounds of a flowing stream or river. 20. Imagine you are a nature-inspired artist. Describe the masterpiece you would create using materials found in the great outdoors. 21. Write a short story about a group of friends who embark on an unforgettable camping trip in the wilderness. 22. Describe the most fascinating insect you have encountered during your challenge. What makes it unique? 23. Write a diary entry from the perspective of a tree, chronicling its experiences and the changes it witnesses over the course of a year. 24. Imagine you could communicate with one animal species. Which species would you choose and what would you ask them? 25. Describe a magical sunrise or sunset you have witnessed during your journey. How did it make you feel? 26. Write a letter to a future self, reflecting on the impact of the challenge on your relationship with nature. 27. Imagine you are a character in a wildlife-themed adventure novel. Describe the perilous situation you find yourself in and how you escape. 28. Write a poem celebrating the diversity and resilience of nature, even in the face of human challenges. 29. Describe the feeling of walking barefoot on cool, damp grass. How does it connect you to the Earth? 30. Write a short story about a hidden, enchanted forest where magical creatures dwell. What adventures await those who discover it? Feel free to adapt these prompts to suit your writing style or preferences.

The Tree photo by Paul Brookes The poplar waits for the orioles to return Winter torpor boughs break in wild winds squirrel-scamper slows sluggish we sleep while pigs root deer scrape boles fill with sleepy snakes lizards curl toads dig down deep in leaf litter leaves stay tight closed inside in warm sap crow-song and jay-chatter crack the icy air grey and clinging cold a monotone…

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zephlampeee · 3 years

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april: have you ever written and/or posted a crackfic?

coamlb is kind of a crackfic? idk at least it started that way. the idea originated as me theorizing the letters that camila’s been getting and in my notebook i wrote something along the lines of:

if you can’t read my chicken scratch it says:

“Creepy Luz- letters from a shapeshifting witch, let through the door when someone left the portal open. ‘Edaaa! Creepy Luz escaped the portal again!’ <- After the portal’s fixed”

for context: i got the idea in the middle of a very competitive card game with my family so i had to write it down asap so i wouldn’t forget.

this was WAY before i came up with lark. this is the seed, where it all started. then it grew into a name and then i made a picrew based on the name and then a theory and then a story and it’s all just one big spiral.

i think what i meant to happen at first was getting the portal fixed before the end of the summer and luz discovering creepy!luz somehow. she and eda and king would have captured them and they would have lived in the owl house like a feral cat and escaped through the portal sometimes, hence the phineas-and-ferb-style calling for mom about a troublesome sibling. (yes they would live like siblings.)

it’s quite the alternate universe, huh?

so yeah. in conclusion, coamlb started out as a crackfic. take the lore. take it.

#the owl house #luz noceda #fanfiction #toh luz #toh eda #eda toh #eda the owl lady #eda the owl house #eda the owl mom #creepy!luz #coamlb #chronicles of a mischievous little bird #lark alvi my beloved

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wayhaven-dates · 4 years

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Meeting Malia Corvidae

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OC: Detective Malia ‘Lia’ Corvidae Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

MEDIEVAL

RENAISSANCE

BAROQUE

CLASSICAL

ROMANTIC

#Malia Corvidae #Wayhaven #Wayhaven Chronicles #The Wayhaven Chronicles #wayhaven detective #Detective Malia Corvidae #Mal #Lia #Mason Romancer

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writerfromtheshore · 4 years

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The Ship from the Far Seas

The ship started out as a dot on the endless ocean. A simple speck far out off the the shores of Onu-Wahi, which was barely distinguishable to the naked eye.

Midak caught sight of it a few days after it appeared on the horizon, during a walk along the shores of the Papa Nihu Reef. He was out collecting the shells that would wash up, and noticed the speck as he looked out beyond the waves. Perhaps it was one of those deep sea creatures that would occasionally break surface far out there, he supposed. The Onu-Matoran looked at it curiously as he walked, not thinking much of the sighting.

When he walked again a few days later, he began to think it might be something other than a sea Rahi. The speck was still there, larger this day than on his last stroll. He could still not tell what it was, only that there was definitely something out on the horizon.

His curiosity kept him coming back to the beach, where he would watch for a few hours atop the ring of eight boulders. Even after days of watching, he could not make out what the speck was. But he could tell that it was something.

After the northern winds began to pick up was when it really began to come into view. The ocean breezes which blew to the island began to carry the speck, its shape coming closer with each passing day. There were times where Midak believed he could almost distinguish an outline of the speck’s shape, and there were other times where it looked no more than a dark dot on the horizon. Either way, he knew it was something.

The rest of the Onu-Matoran rolled their eyes when Midak marvelled about the speck coming toward the island, during a rare trip to the underground markets. No one believed him— even as the veiled and shadowed speck, whatever it was, came closer to the island each day.

“Several centuries we have lived here on Mata Nui, Midak, and nothing has ever come to our shores before,” scoffed Onepu upon hearing about the speck. “Why would something suddenly show up now?”

“Maybe it just took time to get here,” was Midak’s reply. “It could be a very big ocean.”

“Your eyes have simply seen too much sunlight,” another Onu-Matoran insisted. “You need to not go above ground so much.”

***

Eventually the speck disappeared in the storms which the northern winds had brought. The usual serene skyline one day was obscured by clouds and rain, and Midak could no longer distinguish anything out on the horizon.

Once the storms passed it came back into sight, closer than it had ever been before. When it finally came into sight, Midak could not remember how much time had passed since he had first seen it on the horizon. It did not matter anymore. What mattered was that it was here, and he could finally glean what it really was— a ship on the horizon.

It came to rest at the edge of the shallower seas off of Onu-Wahi, much to Midak’s glee. There were reefs out there, which most likely caught the bottom of the ship, giving it its first anchor in probably a very long time. He could immediately tell that it was not manned— the ship had drifted in haphazardly, its course directed by only the currents.

“Maybe two kio out?” said Takua, estimating the distance to the ship one day when he came to visit Midak.

“Too far to swim out to…” Midak muttered.

“But with a boat we could easily manage to get out there,” said the Ta-Matoran, a mischievous smile coming to his mask.

“It is a beautiful day out here,” said Midak as they cruised along in a boat towards the ship. “The sun seems to just come down perfect out here. It is the perfect amount of cloud cover too. Quite unlike Po- or Ga- Koro, where the sun comes down too brightly. Have you ever noticed that in your travels, Chronicler?”

Takua shook his head, but smiled as the eccentric Matoran continued to ramble on about the marvels of pure light, as he was known to do. The Onu-Matoran was obsessed with the beauty of light… but the adventuring nature of Takua was more curious about the ship Midak had brought him out here to see.

As they came into its shadow, its age and wear were apparent to them; The vessel looked ancient, rusted in most places and worn away in others. Lines of rust travelled up the seams of the metal panels that kept it together. Large bolts the size of a Matoran were equally as pitted, dried salt deposits sitting atop the surface. A small Keras crab scuttled up the side and over the deck. The waters of the endless sea had clearly not done any favors for the vessel in the years it had been out to sea. No flags or symbols stood out on the metal of the ship— perhaps they had been there once before, and worn away over time. And with the condition it was in, the two supposed it was not very well kept. Whatever this ship was and whomever owned it, they were either gone or very, very, ancient.

“Do you think someone is on it?” asked Midak. He knew nothing of ships and boats.

“I don’t think so,” Takua shook his head as he threw a grappling hook towards the deck above. “And I hope not, for their sake. I’ve seen Marka in Ga-Koro tidying her boats…. if anyone is up there, and she gets wind of the condition this thing is in, Marka will be having a very pointed conversation with them.”

The weight of the two Matoran climbing aboard made the ship creak, and even shift a little. Under their feet the deck groaned, breaking a sense of stillness hanging over the ship. A bird fluttered past them, spooked by their arrival disturbing the quiet of the afternoon. In some places, a few empty nests could be seen.

“Be careful of your step,” advised Takua as he walked forward. He winced, his voice seeming unnaturally loud on the quiet deck, even for him. “This metal could give out anywhere.”

Time on the ocean had worn on the ship. Rust covered parts of the deck. Links of large chains— presumably for an anchor— had clearly rusted away, leaving stains where they had laid. The remains of barnacles and the waste of birds littered the rails, creating a crusty layer of crud aboard the ship. In some spots, on the deck were clear indicators of lightning strikes which had occurred some time in the past.

The deck was largely empty, many of the structures having most likely been blown away by the winds of the far seas. Many of the rails were rotted through. A large tower stood at the stern of the vessel, its upper half missing. A large, long cylindrical structure ran the length of the deck, to what purpose Takua had a faint inkling. A cannon? he wondered.

They explored further, finding a portion of the deck punctured by weapons. A flagpole stood behind the tower, wisps of what may have been a flag flowing slightly from side to side in a light breeze.

A long slender sword was stuck in the hull. Turning his attention from Takua, Midak grabbed ahold of the hilt. Wrestling it with all of his strength, the sword fell free, albeit taking some debris still stuck on the blade. Midak went to clean the blade, but a tap on the shoulder found him dealing with another, this one with the tip at his neck.

“Fight, ye darkness crawling coward,” Takua said in a growling, gravelly mock voice. Midak turned around, swatting at Takua’s blade with the one he had shaken the debris from. The two of them laughed as they play-parried, pretending they were pirates. They jumped and slid through the narrow hall between the gunwale and the remnants of a tower. The ship creaked as they ran around, but the deck remained stable. Neither of them had ever seriously held a sword, and fumbled with the tools as they made the blades collide, but either way they enjoyed it as the metal blades came together with a satisfying ring on deck.

“You dare challenge the mighty Captain Takua?” asked the Ta-Matoran. “Conqueror of the endless sea, master swordsman—“

Before he could say anything more the hilt Takua’s sword rotated. The blade began to ominously glow. The playing stopped, Midak immediately dropping his blade to his side as his ‘opponent’ figured out what was going on with his weapon. A greenish hue began to emit from the weapon, which caused them to look at each other with concern.

“What is going on with this?” asked Takua, his tone somewhat nervous.

“What did you do?” asked Midak.

“I don’t know!” the Ta-Matoran answered, lowering the blade.

“Don’t point it at me!” said Midak. The Ta-Matoran looked worried as the weapon glowed even brighter.

The hilt of the sword suddenly rammed into Takua’s stomach, and he went flying backwards. Midak felt a very strong breeze puff past his mask. The kickback of the weapon sent Takua careening through the wall of the structure they had found the weapons near. He flew into the darkness within and out of sight.

“Takua!” Midak shouted as he leapt toward the dark hole the Matoran had flown into. He tripped, however, the deck of the ship shifting abruptly. The metal frame of the vessel gave a heaving groan as everything jerked violently. The ship seemed to give, and it felt for a millisecond as if the floor was giving out and he had nowhere to stand. It lasted only a few seconds, but it made Midak proceeded more carefully.

He found the Ta-Matoran on the floor, wide eyed in shock. “Are you alright?”

“That thing…sure packs a punch,” Takua groaned, rolling onto his side. Midak offered a hand, but Takua refused for a few moments, the wind totally knocked out of him. He them took clasp of his friend’s hand, stumbling to his feet. It was not that Takua had not been blown through a wall before. It still hurt every time.

“Did the sword do that?” asked Midak.

“I think so,” Takua croaked. “Something fired from the blade that I could not see… oh that hurt.”

“What was that weapon?” asked Midak, bewildered and at the same time excited. Takua put his hands on his hips for a few seconds as he regained his breath, and thought. The pain was gradually leaving, though his stomach still hurt. “I’ve never seen a sword do something like that!”

“The Toa who were prophesied to come,” said Takua. “They are said to control the elements and with Great Kanohi and tools.”

“So maybe that was a Toa tool?” Midak asked.

“I did not think the Toa would come on a ship though,” said Takua. “The way the legends tell it, they would come to Mata Nui… more heroically is the best way I can describe it. More nobly. Some other way.”

Getting to his feet, Takua and Midak began to look around to where they were. Panels lined a wall of the room, with strange knobs and buttons and shattered screens. A few of the buttons near where Takua had been blasted into were glowing. Elsewhere in the room was a chair in the corner, half fallen apart and on its side. Beyond the chair was a doorway leading into further darkness, which Midak’s natural night vision could not glean what lay beyond.

“Maybe it wasn’t the weapon,” Midak said. “Maybe the ship is haunted, and it was a ghost— the ship’s captain or someone who used to be on here.”

“I hate ghost stories,” Takua glowered at him.

“Just saying,” Midak said. He looked at Takua, surprised. “I never said I liked ghosts either. But wait— The explorer hates ghost stories?”

“I like the unknown,” Takua said. “I never said I liked everything I find there.”

From beyond the doorway came the sound of multiple footsteps. The Onu- and Ta-Matoran looked at each other alarmed. They thought they were alone. Who else could be here?

“Ok, then, if it is a ghost,” said Takua his voice heavy with sarcasm, “how do we appeal to it to not fling us through more walls?”

To their relief, familiar Kanohi emerged from the darkness.Coming from behind the glow of the lightstone, two Matoran made themselves known. Takua and Midak breathed a sigh of relief. It was more Matoran.

“Chronicler!” exclaimed a purple masked Onu-Matoran. “How did you—?”

“Hello, Damek,” Midak said, waving to his fellow Onu-Matoran. The guard nodded curtly to him.

“What brings you two here?” asked Damek.

“You know me, just can’t stay away from anything,” said Takua sheepishly. “Midak and I saw the ship, and wanted to explore it. What are you doing here?”

“Turaga Whenua sent us to look this over. Onepu went to him about what Midak was saying, and the Turaga wanted a formal investigation,” Damek said. “He wanted to know what was coming.”

“And you brought along a Po-Matoran?” asked Midak, confused at Damek’s partner.

“A few Po-Matoran north of here saw it too,” said Hewkii. “I’m part of the Po-Koro Guard, and we protect the Koro from outside dangers. This is definitely qualifies as an outside danger.”

Alarm had appeared on Damek’s mask. His head swiveled, and he shined the lightstone he carried into the dark hall they had come from. “Tehutti is with us too,” said the Onu Matoran, looking back into the dark doorway. “He was just behind us as we were coming—“

“You haven’t seen him, have you?” asked Hewkii.

Midak shrugged. “We thought the ship was empty.”

Damek had backtracked into the dark hall, calling Tehutti’s name as he looked for his fellow Onu-Matoran. Hewkii however looked at the lit up control panel behind Takua. Midak slipped next to the Ta-Matoran, nudging him in the side and mouthing,“The ghost took him.” Takua nudged him hard in the side.

“None of this was on when the three of us passed through here,” said Hewkii. He stepped up to the series of knobs and switches that glowed. He then cast an eye at the hole in the wall. “What just happened?”

“There were these swords on deck,” Takua said, pointing to the hole in the side of the room. “Midak and I were… looking at them. Then one of them turned on and sent out some blast that sent me through the wall.”

“‘Turned on’?” Damek repeated, having come back into the control room. “How does a sword ‘turn on’?”

The two of them shrugged. “These technologies are beyond our understanding,” said Midak.

“So you two must have been what rocked the ship,” Damek said. “This place is not stable. We cannot be on here too long. Who knows how unsteady the ship is.”

“Wherever it ran aground on must not be stable,” suggested Midak.

“But what about Tehutti?” asked Takua.

“You must have hit something important,” Hewkii said, having studied the panel long enough. “and whatever that was, it made Tehutti disappear. Maybe you opened some sort of door.” The Po-Matoran turned to Damek. “Did you see any doors back there?”

Damek shook his head.

“Did you explore the entire ship?” asked Midak.

“We were just heading to the lower levels before we heard the crash you made,” said Damek. Midak and Takua looked at each other with a grin.

“Oh so we didn’t miss much,” said the Chronicler.

“I’m not the best with mechanics and switches, but it doesn’t look like we hit anything important,” said Hewkii, stepping back from the panel. “Let’s continue on. Maybe Tehutti just went on ahead of us.”

Damek nodded, shining his lightstone down the dark hall. The darkness stared back at him. He only hoped that Hewkii was right.

***

Tehutti was not just ahead of them, much to Damek’s concern. The group slowly walked down the hallways, finding nothing but the dark emptiness of the ship. The ship creaked and groaned around as they proceeded carefully, trying not to cause another abrupt shift.There were no doorways, nor passageways diverging from the hall they walked on that hinted at somewhere their companion could have wandered into.

The purple masked Onu-Matoran led the way, shining his lightstone in hopes that at any step Tehutti would come into the light. He had just been by our side, Damek thought. What could have taken the miner so suddenly away from us?

As the group ventured, Takua and Midak whispered amongst themselves.

“You don’t think that maybe the ship is haunted? Spooked?” asked Midak.

Takua gave him a skeptical look. “You are really insisting on this,” he said.

Midak nodded. “Lots of miners talk from time to time about spooky sounds in the tunnels,” he said. “Tunnels that you can hear groans coming from as you walk by. You have to think about this sometimes, even a little, Chronicler— you love to explore the unknown.”

“Ta-Matoran try to face things with courage,” Takua replied.

Hewkii frowned as he listened to the other two squabble. It seemed as if there were no immediate danger to the island, but something did not sit right about this place with the Po-Matoran. It was so unnaturally still. He did not like this one bit.

Part of him wondered who commanded this ship. The Turaga had never talked about any peoples outside of the Matoran of Mata Nui, so he had never given any thought about life beyond the shores of the island. But here was solid proof that there was someone other than them on the endless ocean.

The hallway led them to a set of stairs descending below. Damek was reluctant, but he led the procession onward— he was worried for his fellow Onu-Matoran.

They found a single room below, which extended the length of the ship. The level was largely empty, save for the wooden barrels and crates littering the perimeter of the room. At one point they had probably been stacked neatly and orderly, flush against the walls; now however, they were mostly decayed. Upon inspection, some of the more intact barrels contained pools of foul smelling substances. A few harmless Rahi crawlers whom had recently made this place home wandered through the lumber, growing accustomed to their new home.

As they explored, the Matoran continued to argue about where the hard to find Onu-Matoran had gone.

“He couldn’t have fled,” Damek insisted as they wandered the room. “We would have seen him go.”

“The only other place he could have gone is deeper into this ship,” said Midak. “Maybe he found something that we missed, and is following it.”

“But why would he go without us?” asked Hewkii. There was something more about this place than its initial stillness seemed to suggest.

It made no sense to Damek. Nothing seemed to suggest that Tehutti had left. And he was not the type to disappear as a prank. Damek tried to keep himself of thinking of any alternate possibilities. Many miners disappeared in Onu-Koro, taken by Makuta’s Rahi, but there was no sign of a struggle to hint that Tehutti had been taken. The ship seemed to pose no immediate danger, he supposed just as Hewkii had. But that it made Matoran disappear did not bode well with him.

At the far end of the hall, long bundles of cloth hung from the ceiling. Hewkii strode over to one and reached with his disc throwing arm, trying to see what was within. A flood of bats burst from it, disturbed from their resting place. The Po-Matoran ducked as the Rahi swarmed over him. The bats paid him no mind, instead flying away to some other undiscovered cove in this place in which they could rest peacefully.

Something else clanged to the floor from the ceiling, to everyone’s surprise. The cloth had fallen from above, and the outline of a shape could be seen against it from underneath. With the bats gone, Hewkii lowered his arms from his mask. The others, quiet and wide eyed, looked at him but unwilling to step toward the cloth. Hewkii hesitantly strode over and slowly peeled back the cloth to see what was beneath.

The skull of a figure looked back at them, eye sockets empty and jaw hanging slack. A hand flopped toward them, pulled by the tarp.

“Ah!” Hewkii screamed, jumping back half a bio.

A few seconds of non movement from the corpse determined it was not alive. It was a skeleton, they began to realize, bundled in what must have been a hammock. Slowly they stepped closer to examine the corpse.

“Well at least we know now who was on this ship,” Damek said. “Even if they are odd looking,” he added.

“This must be the sleeping quarters of the crew,” Takua said as he cast a glance around the room.

“So this is a crew member,” Midak nodded. “But what kind of Kanohi is it wearing?”

“It looks like a Le-Matoran party mask,” said Hewkii. “But I have never seen anything like it.”

The ship creaked, and the four of them looked up. They could hear footsteps coming from below. “Tehutti?” called Damek. The footsteps picked up in pace, until out from the staircase emerged the Kakama masked Onu-Matoran.

“Damek?” he asked. “Hewkii? Chronicler? Midak? Oh thank goodness.”

“Where did you go?” asked Damek They clanked fists in embrace. “You disappeared into thin air!”

“I was following you upstairs,” Tehutti said. “I was with you, until I felt… something pull me backwards. Before I knew it, I was somewhere else, in some sort of control room.”

“We were in a control room too!” Takua exclaimed.

“There must be a lower level one we haven’t gotten to yet,” Hewkii said. “Did you find anything there?”

“Oh yes,” Tehutti said, looking at them wide eyed. “I’ve been trying to find you guys, because you need to see this.”

***

Whereas the control room above deck was inoperable, the one which Tehutti had found was alight with activity.

Complex systems and keypads abound glowed. Buttons and switches flashed, the panels beneath them humming. Screens, cracked in some places produced maps of the island of Mata Nui not far off— depth readers, heat signatures, information reports, all sorts of infographics— in a language the Matoran could barely discern. Regardless to however old the system was, it was still in somewhat working order.

“I would not touch anything,” Tehutti advised. Takua jerked his hand away from the keyboard he was running his fingers across.

Tehutti brought them all to a central display, which showed the side of Mount Ihu, amongst other parts of the island. A scope built into the screen was trained on the mountain. Midak and Takua cocked their heads quizzically, but Damek and Hewkii looked at the scope symbols with alarm.

“Is this what I think—?” asked Damek.

“The ship has something aimed at the island,” Tehutti nodded. “There are barrels on deck and along the sides of the ship that we found when we arrived—I think they are some sort of weapons system.”

“What kind of weapons are we talking about?” asked Hewkii.

“Definitely more high tech than Madu Cabolo,” said Tehutti.

Damek’s eyes lit up wildly. “Explosives?” Tehutti nodded his head. “So are you telling me we are on some sort of warship, and Mount Ihu is targeted?”

“Not intentionally,” Tehutti said. Damek stepped forward to the controls, taking a hard look at the panel below the screen. The symbols were all foreign to him, but taking some sort of stand made him feel better. “I don’t think pressing the right button would be good for the mountain,” Tehutti said as he watched.

“We need to shut this system down, now,” said Damek. Hewkii nodded in agreement.

“But how?” asked Midak. The others looked at him. None of them knew the language the keys and panels were in, nor what switches did what. The Matoran looked at each other anxiously; they could try to switch this off, but one slip, one wrong button and they would be sending friendly fire to Ko-Koro.

“How then do you suggest we disable it?” asked Damek.

“In Marka’s ships, there are mechanisms below deck,” Takua piped, coming to Midak’s aid. “They control things in the boat, like the rudder, steering—“

“So we switch the ship off manually,” Midak said. Takua nodded.

“I don’t follow,” Tehutti said.

“If this ship operates on the same principles as Marka’s ships, there has to be a mechanical room somewhere below,” said Takua. “We just need to find that room, find the right levers, and we can shut off whatever weapons systems this rust bucket has.”

Damek looked at him skeptically. “So we have to continue further into this ship, just to find a room you think might be here.”

“Hope,” Takua corrected, trying to be optimistic.

Damek looked around as he pursed his lips. They had three options, the way he saw it: They could try to blindly figure out what switch shut off the systems. They could wait for the place to short circuit and accidentally activate whatever weapons systems were on this ship. Or they could venture further down and use a Ta-Matoran’s rudimentary knowledge of ships in a gamble.

Damek was no engineer— he was a guard. He had not the skills to tinker. But without someone on board who knew this type of technology, he had no other options to turn to.

“Downward we go,” he said.

***

They ventured down multiple levels, finding more parts of the ship. But nothing appeared to be what they were looking for, simply more relics in an already ancient place. As they walked down the stairs to a the deepest levels of the ship, however, something odd came to their ears.

“What is that noise?” someone in the back of the pack asked. Damek looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raised; upon listening closely there was indeed a sloshing and slapping sound coming from the bottom of this staircase.

“I’m not sure,” Takua said back. “I can’t see anything.”

“Wait,” came Hewkii’s voice. “Maybe my eyes have finally adjusted to the dark, but doesn’t everyone admit that they can sort of see?”

Damek nodded to no one in particular. They still needed their lightstones, but not as much as the last few levels of the ship. It was not blinding bright, but there was a faint light coming from somewhere below. And it was not a technological light either— it seemed to be the sunlight from the outside.

Noone seemed to move, so Takua burst through the line, taking the charge into the unknown.

“Be careful,” Damek advised as he proceeded.

They listened for a few moments to footsteps as he continued down the steps, and then the Ta-Matoran cried out.

“Agh!” Takua gargled. The Matoran remaining on the staircase could hear him fall, and something else— a splash.

“What happened?” called Hewkii.

“It is flooded down here!” exclaimed Takua.

“Flooded?” asked Damek.

“It must have run aground on the reef when it came in,” Midak suggested. “Perhaps the the reef cut through the bottom of the ship.”

“It’s not that deep though,” said Takua. “I am at about… knee to waist deep? Thigh deep. Definitely thigh deep.”

“Can you see where the water is coming from?” asked Hewkii as the rest made their way down.

“No,” the Chronicler called. “But it’s not rushing by. Perhaps wherever it is coming from got plugged with debris.”

“Do you see any levers?” asked Damek.

“I think…” Takua said. “I need more light to see. Come down, it isn’t that bad.”

The group made their way down, sloshing through the water. Shining their lightstones, they looked down the flooded corridor. Pipes ran the length of the hall, numerous wheels and levers hanging from the ceiling. It was a narrow way compared to above, barely wide enough for a Matoran to walk with his arms extended.

“Any idea on what we are looking for?” asked Hewkii.

“Most of the pipes are probably connected to motors,” said Takua as they made their way down the hall. “But… I think—”

Whatever Takua thought was cut off by a splash further down the corridor. The five of them were silent for a moment.

“…That was you, right Takua?” asked Damek. The Ta-Matoran looked at him with eyes nearly as wild as they were afraid. As Takua shook his head, Damek’s expression turned to nearly incredulous. They slowly shone their lightstones down the hall, looking at a spot where water had just splashed. Ripples were starting to still. But slowly, they could see a fin raise out of the water, circling the flooded corridor. Below the water’s surface, two orange eyes could be seen dimly shining, eyeing its new visitors.

“Takea,” Takua breathed.

Hewkii whipped a disc from his back, but Midak grabbed his arm. “Don’t!” he cried.

“Oh, so you planned on being shark bait this afternoon?” Hewkii said, his voice rising as it filled with panic. “I must not have gotten the memo. Did any of you get it? Because I surely did not.”

“It’s not coming after us,” Takua said, observing the shark’s path.

“Whatever hole the water came in through, it must have come through there as well,” said Midak. “This is probably its home now.”

“We need to get past it, and find that lever,” said Damek. “Shut off whatever valve is controlling the computers upstairs.”

“It will come after us if we go any further,” said Takua, continuing to watch the Rahi’s movements. “We are right on the edge of the territory it has claimed.”

“So, we are just leaving the ship here?” Damek asked. “Leaving everything upstairs on, and hoping that it doesn’t go off?”

“Given our options, we are going to have to,” Tehutti said. “There is nothing we can do here. We just have to hope… that the Great Spirit sees it in his sleep and protects the island.”

“Then let’s get out of here,” said Hewkii. “I have had enough of being where the sun doesn’t shine.”

The group turned around, only to see something drop from the ceiling and land on the stairs. Something flew through the air, rocketing past the five Matoran and hitting the wall behind them. The wall began to creak as a corrosive substance began to eat through it.

“WHAT SURPRISE IS THIS NOW?” bellowed Damek. He was officially fed up with all the surprises he was finding today.

“Makika!” was Tehutti’s cry. A large toad looked down at them from the steps. “There must be an infestation of them here. They must be making this their home, just like the Takea.”

The disc Hewkii was holding launched from his hand, the Po-Matoran determined to strike before the acidic Rahi attacked again. The Rahi was struck by the bamboo, flying off the side of the stairs. “I am not going to meet my end in a ship taken down by a toad,” he grumbled.

“That Rahi is definitely angry now,” Takua said as he heard it splash into the water. “If it spits again, it may bring this whole place down.”

“We need to get out of here,” said Tehutti.

The group broke into a run, sprinting as fast as they could to get out of the creaking and shifting ship. The weight of so many Matoran moving throughout vessel that was so precariously balanced on the reef below caused it to continually rock. They hit wall after wall as they stumbled to get out, trying to avoid being pinned or left behind as the ship slowly tilted.

“The ship is definitely going to collapse,” said Midak as they made it to the top level.

“Shut up and keep moving!” Damek ordered as they ran.

Bursting onto the deck, the Matoran scrambled to the gunwales, where their boats awaited on either side. The ship had definitely shifted in their frantic climb back up, the deck making its way towards being parallel with Mount Ihu.

“At least we don’t have to worry about the cannons anymore!” said Midak as they scrambled towards the edge.

“Our boat!” said Damek. “It’s over there, but the ship is going to crush it!”

“Go high side!” yelled Takua.

“Jump!” said Tehutti.

“Jump?” cried a bewildered Hewkii. “That’s almost an eight bio drop! The fall could kill us!”

“No it won’t,” reassured Takua.

“To water though?” asked Hewkii. “I’m a Po-Matoran!”

“It’s not that deep out there!” Midak said, grabbing the Po-Matoran’s arm as he jumped. Hewkii cursed the Onu-Matoran as they fell towards the water.

***

The five of them sat in the sand on the beaches of Onu-Wahi, utterly exhausted from the journey back to the shore. Nearly dodging death and then having to half swim, half wade almost three kios of shallow water had been a struggle for the group of them. Nevertheless they made it. They now looked out at the rolled vessel out on the reef, bleak and tired from the journey.

“I really need to take swimming lessons,” said Hewkii. Water dripped from pockets in his mask but he was too tired to shake it out. The rest of them were covered in sand and sweat and seawater as well.

“This is going to be one for the Wall of History,” said Takua.

“Others better not come out here to explore it though,” Damek said. “You better put that in your writings, Chronicler. That place is too dangerous for anyone else to go out to. We shouldn’t have gone out there.”

“But we got something from it,” said Midak.

“And what would that be?” Damek asked. “And please don’t say an adventure.”

“We at least found this,” Tehutti said, a parcel in his lap. In the setting sunlight of the afternoon he was paging through it, despite not being able to read what it said.

“What is that?” Asked Damek.

“Some sort of log, or a journal,” said Tehutti. “I found it in the second chamber. We will give it to Whenua, and maybe he can make sense of what it says.”

***

Over the next few centuries that the Matoran lived on Mata Nui, the ship would disappear from their sights as it became part of the reef itself. Nature would eventually claim the ship. It would sink and become overgrown with brush and other sproutings that came from the shallows of the Papa Nihu to cover the vessel. Many Rahi would immigrate here and make it their own, finding it a safe haven from the intruding villagers whom constantly trampled over their territories.

The affair would eventually be pushed to the back of the minds of the five Matoran, preoccupations with attacks from Makuta’s minions taking up their attention. But occasionally they would remember, and look out onto the horizon of the endless ocean. As they did so they would wonder sometimes—who else was out there on the far seas?

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