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powerpolyculeshowdown · 1 month

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Idk if you know but Izutsumi is actually 17. It's not stated in canon but it's in the adventures guide so

oh huh i had no idea... i know falin must be 20 cause laios said hes 23 and im p sure they are 3 years apart, and laios said tallmen/humans however u wanna call them reach adulthood at 16 but idk if he meant his country or the race as a whole, so im not sure if that makes izutsumi a minor or not? also idk if it changes due to her being beastkin?

i mean ofc from our perspective she would be, but this is a fantasy setting w different ages of maturity, for example chilchuck said halflings reach adulthood at 14, due to their shorter lifespans, im just curious if for izutsumi adulthood would also be 16 like laios or if maybe eastern standards in the world of dunmeshi is different?

If it's the same, while she's not a minor that is still a three year age gap for izutsumi and falin, with izutsumi barely being an adult, add to that the fact idk how old marcille is or when she wouldve reached adulthood, i can see ur concern.

ill leave them out due to the blurred lines there, but in general i think its important to remember fantasy people dont necessarily age the same way we do, if beastkin age anywhere as fast as halflings, at 17 izutsumi would be older than a 17y/o tallman. thats all hypothetical ofc, and not really an attempt to justify the age difference, more so genuine curiosity about how ages work for her since idk if thats established? im still shocked a 29y/o halfling is old enough to have 3 adult kids for example, but then again they live an average of 50 years so it makes sense? I think the differences are really interesting! because despite only being 6 years apart, chilchuck is inherently a lot older than laios due to their racial traits and customs. Laios is a young adult and chilchuck is more like a middle aged man. Meanwhile, to Senshi and Marcille, 29 sounds like a baby, which means a 29y/o elf or dwarf would probaably be perceived by their own race as younger than even laios is to other tallmen, if that makes sense? at 30 smth senshi was treated like a kid by an older dwarf, maybe thats equivalent to their teens?

Now im just rambling though, i know that's not what the ask was about, it just had me wondering. In a context like this age can be more than a number due to racial traits and lifespans, but since izutsumi is probably closer to a human and idk if beastkin age differently or not, i'd agree that shes quite young especially compared to marcille who's probably a bit older than falin herself (well shes a lot older by literal decades but i imagine only a bit older if you consider elves probably reach adulthood a lot later which likely means marcille is a young adult herself?)

i also havent finished the manga so its difficult to form more concrete opinions on the matter but i hope i explained myself well? i do very much think a 17 year old in real life is a child, i was just rambling about this fantasy world and wondering how different things might be. if their 16 is our 18 then their 17 is our 19 and their 20 is our 22. I dont remember how mature I was at 19 but as a 22y/o i dont think id have felt comfortable dating someone 3 years younger personally? i still dont tbh

oh wow i scrolled back and realized i rambled too much im sorry about that its just my brain is full of dunmeshi!! still, let me know if i misunderstood the age mechanics of this story! Regardless, ill leave them out, thanks for letting me know!

#long post #polyasks #dungeon meshi #anon #their friendship is still v cute tho and not everything has to be romance #izutsumi in cat mode demanding pats from marcille was v cute #then back to normal self awkwardly comforting marcille #theyre besties

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imaginesxthevamps · 1 year

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hi! is it okay to ask for a brad imagine where him n reader are good friends and secretly like each other, and one cute thing ab their friendship is reader jus randomly repeats brad’s sentences/words with a british accent whether he asks her smth or he just speaks his mind? surprisingly he doesn’t find it annoying but rlly cute and he jus lovingly stares at her 🥺

A loving Christmas | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.5k

Date: 25/12/2022

Proofread: yes, grammar and spelling mistakes can still be there

Warnings: none

Tags: Bradley Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, fanfiction, one shot, fluff, xreader, request

A/N: Surprise! I gave it a little Christmassy touch to give you all a little present. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think :))💛

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Snow is falling as your father drives through the streets of Birmingham. The houses are decorated with Christmas lights, giving the streets a cozy look. The snow even adds a little magic to it.

You're on your way to the Simpson's house to celebrate Christmas eve. Derek is a very good friend of your father as they both work at the golf course. They even went to school together when they were kids. But it's only since a certain event that they got really close. 10 years ago when you were 15 years old, your mom got into a car accident. When she had a green light, another car from another direction crashed into her. The car from your mother crashed into a building. She survived but was in a coma for three months. The Simpsons took you in as you were a minor and still had to go to school and your father was almost always at the hospital by your mother's side. They also took your father in because he was heartbroken and thought your mother was never going to get out of this. Because of these events, your family feels like family to them and since that year you all celebrate Christmas eve together.

Your dad drives up the driveway of the Simpson's house. As you and your mother get out, your father is already taking the presents out of the back of the car. "Dad, I'll help you", you say to him and you take some of the presents over from him. Your mom is already by the door as she smiles at you two. "My two favorite Christmas elves", she says and your dad jokingly rolls his eyes. Your mom rings the doorbell and a few seconds later Brad opens the door. "Brad!", you scream. "Y/n!!", he screams back and you fall in each other's arms for a big hug. You haven't seen Brad in months because he was on tour with The Vamps. You've missed him a lot as you two are such close friends.

Brad lets all of you in and gives your mom and dad also a hug. “Mom, they are here”, Brad shouts as he takes the jackets and hangs them in a closet. Anne-Marie, Brad’s mom, and Derek appear in the doorway. “It’s so good to see you all”, she says and hugs your mother first. “It’s been way too long”, your mom says and hugs her even tighter. Your dad is already talking to Derek. “y/n sweetheart, I’m so glad to see you”, Anne Marie says and also gives you a tight hug. “Since Brad is back from tour all he is talking about is seeing you again”, she whispers in your ear. You can’t help but smile at that, you’ve been missing him a lot too.

Once everyone is done greeting each other, Anne Marie leads you to the living room. When you enter the room Jack jumps off the couch and runs over to you. He jumps up at you and you try to pet him but he is too wild from all the enthusiasm. “He loves you a lot”, Brad says. “Of course he does, he loves me more than you”, you say jokingly. Brad sticks his tongue out in response and you do the same, making him laugh.

“So how was tour?”, you ask Brad as you sit down on the couch. “It was so fucking amazing, it felt like ages ago since we were on a stage and the crowds were amazing”. “I’m glad it was ‘fucking amazing’”, you say and you repeat the words in Brad’s typical Birmingham accent. You always do this, not to make fun of him or his accent but because you love his accent so much. Most times you fail in copying his accent as you’re not from Birmingham. Brad tells you all about tour, he tells you about every show. For a second you even forget that your families are also in the same room.

Not much later Anne-Marie says that everyone has to move to the dining table as she is going to start with the food. You’re sitting next to Natalie, Brad’s sister, and Brad is sitting in front of you. Like the child he sometimes is he is kicking your leg with his foot. “You sure you’re an adult?”, you ask him jokingly. “I’m older than you”. “I’m older than you”, you repeat in his accent, making him laugh.

Like always Anne-Marie’s food is delicious. That’s one of the things you missed when you moved back home when your mom was better. Since then she is like a second mother to you. You love it to be here, especially because your best friend also lives here. When you lived here, you and Brad became close. He was always there to comfort you when you were sad or when you were struggling. He felt like a brother to you. He is also just a few years older than you. Through the years you became closer and closer but he doesn’t feel like a brother anymore. He feels like your soulmate, like someone who is always going to be by your side.

After everyone is done eating you and Brad go to his room. It’s 10PM which means it’s still two hours until it’s time to open the presents. “It’s like you still live here”, you notice when you enter his room. Everything is still the same as before he moved to his own house. “I left most of my stuff here and my parents want to keep it like this. They still want me to feel at home when I’m here”, Brad explains. “They are still having it difficult with that you left I think” “It’s better than in the beginninb,but yeah, it was not easy for them as we're so close as a family”.

You sit on the bed and Brad sits next to you. “I’ve been thinking about buying or renting my own apartment too, I’ve worked a lot the past 2 years after uni and I think it’s time”. “You go girl”, Brad says and bumps his shoulder with his. You have to smile at him, his eyes are shinier than normal which means he is truly happy. You lay down on the bed, facing the ceiling. “Do you remember 10 years ago when you were here that we would always talk about the future and how it would look?”. “Do you remember?”, you repeat him and look at him, “Of course I do, I was going to live in a villa in Los Angeles as I was going to be married to Dylan O’Brien”. Brad can’t help but laugh hysterically. “I remember you saying that, you were sooo in love with him because of that tv show, how is it called again, Teen Wolf”. “Shut up”, you laugh. You take a pillow and smash it in his face.

Brad lays down now too. He stares into your eyes and a smile is forming on his lips. “You look beautiful tonight”. “You look beautiful tonight”, you repeat him. “Why do you always repeat me?”, he asks genuinely. “I like your accent, I’ve always done that”, you say honestly. Brad doesn’t answer, he just stares at you. “What?”, you ask him. “I think it’s cute”, he tells you. You feel your cheeks heating up and you look away from him out of embarrassment. “Don’t be shy now”, he says and diverts your head back to his with his finger on your chin. “What would I do without you, Brad?”. “What would I do without you Brad?”, Brad repeats you now. You push his arm with your hand “What? Now I can’t do the same?”. “No, you can but my accent sucks”. “No, I like it, I like your voice”. “Please that’s cringe”. “So you can give me compliments but I can’t give you them?”, Brad pretends to be offended. “You can but saying you like my voice just sounded a little bit too much”, you say. “What compliments does the lady here like then?”. “I liked it when you called me beautiful”, you say while looking at your own hands. Brad takes your hand in his. “I can say it more if you want to because it’s the truth”. Now you’re looking at him again. His look is so soft and loving. Your eyes divert from his eyes to his lips and he does the same. Slowly Brad is closing the gap between you two. You can feel his breath and you notice he is breathing more erratically, meaning that he is nervous. You feel his lips touching yours slightly. Your heart is beating fast as if it’s going to explode.

“Sweethearts, it’s present time!”, you hear your mother scream from downstairs. As fast as you can you back off again. Without looking at Brad again, you stand up from the bed and you leave the room. “Yes mom, we’re coming down”.

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(I hope y'all don't hate me too much for the end)

The Vamps requests are open

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baekuras · 2 years

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Okay so first of all I'm sitting here. Fucking 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺ing so hard that I think I have legit tears in my eyes about these... These sweet goddamn tags. People don't usually go off in the tags like this on my posts so this made me briefly ascend to another plane of existence from the sheer EUPHORIA that someone actually gives a shit about this not-so-little-anymore story I'm frantically spinning as I go along about these two.

To answer your question: legit, when I first sat down and draft out ideas for all the prompt squares I got for the save a witcher bingo, I originally wanted Levi to show up for only one chapter and have the other squares unconnected to it because it was a one-off "we meet once and never think of it again" kind of meeting. He wasn't supposed to linger. He wasn't supposed to stick around fore more than one chapter. He was only there because I wanted someone to call Kiyan tadpole and because I had no ideas for the language prompt and the lad happens to know a lot of them. He. Wasn't. Meant. To. Stay.

And then I was working on chapters 2-3 (the angstTM) and I still had no clue how to get Kiyan out of this mess. At the same time, I was kind of playing around with different ideas of Levi and Kiyan interacting more (like a kid playing with barbies - I mean, that's what ocs are for; exploring the setting and canon characters as well as adding to it in their own way.)

And then um, I got attached. They started to genuinely work in a strange "cryptid4cryptid" kind of way while being... surprisingly wholesome? In a way? Kiyan is 100% serious and profesional and dedicated to being an emotionless witcher, whereas Levi is the kind to try to pet the enraged fiend first and swing his sword second, probably because a part of him considers himself closer to a monster than a human or elf. I'll get to their respective issues eventually in the story and I don't wanna infodump here because this ask is already long as hell.

So tl;dr hello, thank you for existing, please ramble in my tags as often as you want. I've been on an university-related writer's burnout for the past month and a half, so this was, well... It helped. A lot. Thank you.

Also I am STILL not over the tadpole thing. it's so CUTE that as soon as I first met the lad in-game I was already attached. That, and reading Ireneus's journal hurt me physically, so this writing event fell into my arms from the very heavens. By the way, expect the next chapter soon!

<33 glad you enjoyed my tag spewing

I know how good it can feel to just have someone yell in them but it's always nice to get, i guess feedback back that other people enjoy it just as much xD

i don't usually tag or comment much even though i know this buuuuut sometimes i get my brain to actually cooperate and get my good thoughts out because there is a lot i enjoy and hey your fic defintely belongs there

I do love how your thought process was...similar to mine when reading through 2&3 Just a case of „okay so, next chapter Levi will come back right?“ especially with the whole calming voice and special eyes deal which just felt made for dealing with everything Kiyan has going on

I also very much look forward to delving deeper into both their characters Kiyan being an obvious one because....kiyan But Levi also definitley interests me, what with a whole school you thought up which leaves more room for playing around, but also because he just...feels off in a good way? Not in a „he has some secret evil agenda/is a monster“ kinda way, but more in an „unused to people“ way (which ofc fits with what you mentioned about him considering himself more on the monster side of the scale than human/elves; and also talking to monsters...or supposed monsters which complicates the whole witcher deal of killing monsters but I mean, talking about a solution with them so that someone can be spared or smth is a good end as well-also puts the whole „humans can also be monsters“ thing on more even ground when everyone gets some sentience and i will stop that thought there before I let my brain go on a tangent on that random thing)

I am also glad me just blurting out some thoughts made you happy, Uni can be a lot (don't know it personally bc i dont need that burnout but i see it in my friends too) so i am glad I could put some energy back in

the tadpole thing is the best and always will be (even if the seas havent been kind to kiyan....which i guess fits for a cat)

and urgh every time i reread Ireneus's journal i just-nope i hate it I sometimes reread if i am unsure about details when they pop up in my mind again (like dates or who did what and when) but god-fuck that guy

also happy to hear the next chapter is coming soon :3

I shall await it with baited...patience really

the one good thing about a character so little written about like Kiyan is that there is no expectation of content so anything at any time is a miracle given by content creators (doesn't make me any less excited for it though~)

also regarding your tags on my latest art involving kiyan: if he ever does get a pre-ireneus art i will scream

it's not impossible, but its not likely I will however remain mad that all cats get to hang out and he is stuck in northern realms hell (and lets be honest, if ireneus ever got a card he'd go there too and that's just unecessary; although i would like a face i can picture punching...)

#asks #shadowy-dumbo-octopus #txts #the last part actually made me check if ireneus truly wasnt in gwent #other bastard mages are in there so i didnt trust my brain #that did make me remember him being all like #'Hahaha with this demonic creation i shall make i will be like alzur'#well more like 'since alzur this hasnt been done' kinda deal #and i am stuck between #'Sure you will be like a mage who essentially turned the world upside town with the creation of new beings not only Witchers'#but that gives too much credit to alzur whom i also hate #and the other mood is #'Lol k we got another bug-fucker running around'#i dont even know all that much about alzur bc i hate the way he exists #so my brain automatically went Ew at any information #and then i read more and yeah i still hate him #dont like his face dont like his anything so if ireneus is half the man alzur was #pls leave #i mean leave anyway obviously but just...extra leave

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paradisewithinpain · 4 years

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How They Respond to "I'm Fine"

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⚡Harry⚡:

Not even gonna lie, this boy can be OBLIVIOUS

can tell something's wrong but won't push it once you say you're fine

(he doesn't like it when you snap at him)

ANYWAY

he eventually forgets about it and carries on with life

but after a while, he starts to see you're progressively getting worse

and every time he asks about it?

"i'M fiNE"

he starts to get worried and will think he's doing something wrong

poor boy

asks you to meet him in the astronomy tower

the two just sit in silence before he starts apologizing

you stare at him

"the fuck are you on about?"

he explains he's seen your behavior and how he thinks it's his fault

you stare at him for a minute then you start laughing

HARD

poor boy is over here like 👁👄👁

when you calm down you explain what's been going on

he just listens to you rant for a solid 20 minutes

he's just nodding along, agreeing when needed

when you're done, you feel as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders

you kissed and thanked him before leaving

harry has no idea what he did but he's glad it worked

♟Ron♟:

LEMME TELL YOU

if there's anyone more oblivious than harry

IT'S THIS BOY RIGHT HERE

probably wouldn't even notice until Hermione or Ginny or sOMeONe wHO iSN'T oBLiViOUs points it out to him

then it all clicks

the distance

the quietness

the fake smiles

it hits him like a tRUCK

he doesn't know what to do at first

then it hits him

what is it that you both love with a passion?

FOOD

asks you to meet him outside your common room

shows up with the invisibility cloak and he leads you to the kitchen

you find a small picnic like space in front of the fireplace with all your favorite snacks

even the ones you adore but he finds absolutely repulsive

you throw your arms around him, a small thank you slipping past your lips

the two of you talk and eat till morning

when breakfast comes, the house elves find you curled up against each other, asleep

📚Hermione📚:

y'all

this girl is probably the only reasonable one

she'll figure it out pretty fast but she'll drop hints that she's knows something's up

SHE WANTS YOU TO COME TO HER

IS PATIENT AS FUCK

when you finally do come to her, it's in a secluded corner of the library

she's doing the extra extra credit

you find her and sit in front of her

THIS GIRL PUTS DOWN HER QULL SO FAST

she tries not to show it but she's freaking out on the inside

you start off with apologizing for your distance and she brushes it off, telling you it's ok

it's silent for a minute

then you RANT

she just sits and listens to your problems

and when your done, she offers reasonable solutions

best girlfriend honestly

🌵Neville🌵:

BABY

BOY

sorry

this boy (like Hermione) would probably pick it up pretty quickly

BUT HE WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

this boy will straight up get frustrated about what to do

should he get you a gift?

but what if you dont like it?

should he ask if you want to talk about it?

but what if you dont want to?

HE'S SCARED

you would notice he becomes very on edge around you

you confront him about it and this boy just spills

your heart swells as he explains that he wanted to do something but didn't want to upset you further

🤧

you start explaining what's going on and he understands completely

the two of you just start talking and end up having a mini therapy session

I HAVE THIS IDEA THAT NEVILLE GIVES REALLY GOOD ADVICE

when you peck his cheek and tell him you would like to do this again sometime, he gets all flustered again

🦁Ginny🦁:

It doesn't matter who you are

YOU CAN'T LIE TO THIS GIRL

"Ginny, I'm fine-"

"I SMELL CAP"

literally will not take any of it

it doesn't matter how many times you tell her

SHE

WON'T

LISTEN

she's not gonna push you but she certainly will not put up with the crap you're giving her

you end up ranting to her after a quidditch match

gryffindor had won against slytherin and of course there was a party

you obviously wanted no part but you let your friends drag you to the gryffindor common room

you sat quietly in the corner until Ginny came and took your hands

you expected her to lead you to the dance floor

but instead she led you to her dorm

she sat you down on the bed and took your hands in hers

"talk to me, (Y/N)"

YOU WERE BOARDER LINE SIMPING FOR THIS WOMAN

but you stayed strong and explained everything

she just listened and rubbed her thumb against your hand

I'M SIMPING FOR SOFT GINNY

when you finished, she smiled and laid with you, pressing soft kisses on your temple

you cuddle till the sun came up

🎆Fred🎆:

I have a mighty fine feeling that this boy is just as stubborn as his sister

"Fred, I'm fine"

"And I'm Filch's favorite student"

thankfully for you, he let up on his pranks so he could spend time with you (much to George's dismay)

he's also really good at making you laugh

it doesn't even have to be a prank

he'll just say or do something stupid and no matter how mad or upset you are

this boy never fails to make you smile

but despite his dorky demeanor

he is SOFT

he took you out to the quidditch pitch one evening to watch the sunset

cliche

i know

BUT YOU LOVE IT

you had been doing slightly better due to Fred's constant jokes

but he was not about to let you go by without explaining what got you so down

he casually brought it up and you knew there was no running away from it now

when you told him about what was bothering you, he cracked the occasional joke but never really tried to derail the conversation

when you finished, he took you in his arms and told you how much he loved you as he pressed soft kisses to your neck

you swore you had never simped harder in your life

🧨George🧨:

this little mastermind

so I have this idea that fred is the one who comes up with the ideas for the pranks but george is one who kinda puts it together

ANYWAY

he'd come up with some weird elaborate plan to make you feel better

it'd probably involve multiple parts and A LOT of glitter

but in the end, you watched in awe as glitter danced around you

(if you don't like glitter it'd probably be water or smth)

you immediately knew George was behind it and you followed the trail of glitter or water

it led you to a hidden passageway and at the end of the tunnel it was no surprise you found George waiting for you

you laughed at his glitter/water covered appearance and helped him clean up

only to get some on you as well

it eventually turned into a full blown war with glitter/water bombs being thrown at every turn

in the end, you two laid out of breath by the shrieking shack

"so are you going to tell me what's been going on or do I have to go commando on your arse again?"

you laughed but explained yourself in the end

just like his twin, George threw in a joke or two but never drew any attention away from what you were saying

when you finished ranting, George took your hand in his and kissed it, making eye contact with you the whole time

"you're a badass, you know that?"

🍏Draco🍏:

ANOTHER PERSON WHO

DOES

NOT

TAKE

SHIT

I'm pretty sure the only reason he caught on so fast is because he does the same thing

ALL

THE

TIME

"(Y/N), are you ok?"

"I'm fine-"

he was dragging you to the room of requirement before you could even finish your sentence

when he opened the doors, you gaped in awe at the small bedroom that lay before you

he led you to the bed and sat your ass down

"Spill"

you tried to convince him you were okay but he still wasn't having it

he even pulled his iconic, "my father will hear about this" line

"dray, your father doesn't give two shits about me."

"Mum does. And you know she'd haul your ass faster than I could"

you knew there was no getting out of this

as you explained your troubles, draco's demeanor kept shifting

when you talked about someone getting on your nerves, he looked ready to murder

when you talked about how little sleep you were going, he went all soft

when you finished, he held out his arms for you

you knew how much Draco despised physical contact sometimes so this was a huge win for you

as you laid together, you felt a small kiss fall upon your head

"If you ever feel like this again, let me know, okay?"

"Just as long as you don't beat anyone up."

"..."

🐍Blaise🐍:

Sarcastic little shit

I love him

ANYWAY

this boy is SO OBSERVANT

you literally can't get anything past him

so it's really no surprise to you when he calls you out on how you're acting

you brush him off but this boy is so ambitious

he watches closely how you wince when someone is too loud or how often your eyelids droop

so because of his dedication to you, he comes up with a brilliant plan

it starts out with you meeting him after classes are done for the week

he takes you to the library where you finish up your homework for the weekend (he gives most of the answers)

when you're done, he leads you back to your common room and tell you he has a suprise for you tomorrow

when breakfast comes around, a letter is dropped in front of you and your smile grew as you read the familiar handwriting

Following the instructions in the letter, you came down to lunch dressed up slightly

during the midday meal, Blaise is no where to be seen

but before you can look for him, Malfoy approaches you and leads you to the great lake

you jaw drops as you take in the small picnic set up before you

Malfoy leaves as Blaise appears out of nowhere in a nice black button down and black slacks

he leads you to the blanket set out and hands your flowers

"(Y/N), you know I'm not good with emotions but I wanted to show you that I cared. I might now be able to understand but I can still listen."

so that's what he did

he listened to you talk for almost an hour as you went from ranting about your troubles to rambling about your favorite things

you somehow found yourself with your head in his lap, hands waving around as you explained the way airplanes worked

he just sat, admiring you

and he just listened

🦡Cedric🦡:

He lives because I said so

ANYWAY

this boy is literally one of the softest human beings on the earth

you better believe he can see right through your little charade

so what does he do?

he does ever little thing that's ever made you happy

doesn't matter how big or small

he's just looking to make you smile

because it hurts his heart to see you upset

will literally show up outside your class with one of your favorite snacks in his hands

or will hand you your essay completely finished so you can spend time sleeping instead of writing

doesn't matter what it is

this boy LIVES for you

so one day you're having a particularly rough day and you find yourself waiting outside Cedric's class

when he spots you, he immediately ditches his friends and makes his way over to you

the bags under your eyes are evident and anyone could tell from a mile away that your literally on the verge of exhaustion

Cedric takes your hands and leads you to the prefects' bathroom

he leaves you to do your thing, promising he'd be there when you finished

when you were done, the two of you made your way to his dorm and you laid together

you started talking out of the blue and Cedric being the admiral man he is

listened

when you finished ranting, you realized you had gotten up and started pacing about halfway through

you groaned and put your face in your hands as you sat back down

Cedric was not having it

he pried your hands of your face and littered it in kisses instead, a message of encouragement in between each one

you're so kind

kiss

you're smart

kiss

you're crazy good at transfiguration

kiss

you make me happy

kiss

I love you

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fvaleraye · 4 years

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WyldWood

ayyyyyyyyy, would you look at that, another chapter. heck yeah

i was in the mood to write smth for Velda, so i thought this might be a good chance to give y’all a little bit of world background at the same time. Velda’s been to some neat places, y’all this takes place before Unexpected Reunions btw, just in case that’s not obvious-

i hope y’all enjoy reading ‘^^

The Great Forest was a deep, winding, intimidating expanse of trees. It was so expansive that efforts to make roads to every village in and past the edges of it were still ongoing. It was filled with more foliage than you could imagine, as well as monsters, bandits, and a myriad of other dissidents, looking to escape the ever expanding clutches of civilization and law, or simply trying to live as far from man as they could. There are some things, however, that man avoids in these woods. In the deepest parts of the woods, the center of that immense expanse of forest, is a place unlike any other. A place where the great Council dare not tread, where magic has soaked into the boughs of the greatest trees, and magic seeps into the earth through the roots, and, in time, returns to the roots. A place not meant for little fleshlings. Only for the branch and the root.

The WyldWood.

Few dared to tread in the WyldWood, so few that there were no roads leading to it, in fact all roads gave it a unreasonably wide berth. But it lied there, in the center of the forest. Through the dense and ever-shaded forest was a place that could only be described as... magical. The bark and the leaves of the trees, the grass, even the sky and the clouds, it was all so much brighter, more vibrant, almost as if they were a painting you could walk right into. Wisps of magic trailed through the air, like embers from a fire, handily demonstrating the sheer amount of magic contained in this place. Vines both great and small, thorned and smooth, grew everywhere, at times covering the ground below them entirely, making travel through it a bit troublesome. What could make a home in such a place, you may ask? Well, it wasn't the animals, it wasn't the elves, it wasn't fairies either, it certainly wasn't humans. No. The only things here were the trees, the plants. The WyldBorn.

The WyldBorn were a strange race of living plants, bark and vine given Sparks. Such a thing was unheard of, but here it was. There was no other place on Magna Terra where plant life could gain a Spark. The WyldWood was just that special. The WyldBorn could be an... obtuse race to interact with. Their ways were strange. Their speech was strange. Their mannerisms were difficult to understand for anyone but themselves. And they found "Fleshlings", as they called the other races, to be just as obtuse. Sentience among the WyldBorn varied, from little Wyldling drones that existed only to do simple tasks, to the "nobility", for lack of a better term, among them that possessed some sort of higher consciousness. At the very center of the WyldWood was the great, immortal progenitor of the race as a whole. The Great RootMother. The center of the great Wyld consciousness, shaper of the WyldWood, and the origin and greatest user of Wyld Magic. The great being was the oldest living thing on the entirety of Magna Terra, or, at least, the oldest living thing that has been confirmed to actually exist. Many sought her out for her knowledge, knowledge of the world, of Wyld Magic, or simply to see if she truly did exist. While the RootMother did not know all, she did still know many things. More than any other living being. Many considered the RootMother to be a sort of nature goddess, though the Holy Church was quick to dismiss any of that sort of implication. It was a trek, but few people made the trip and came out saying that it wasn't worth it. They knew what they were getting into.

The one person making the journey right now, though, only really had an idea of what she was getting herself into.

Velda had been walking through the woods for days now, with nothing but a little bag of rations, a bedroll, her old bow and arrows, and the dirty brown clothes on her back. She had seen the Silver City magi and historians, but nobody knew anything about what she wanted to know. It was disheartening. But a few people did point her in the direction of the RootMother, and said that if anyone on this earth knew the answers she sought, it would be her. Thankfully the WyldWood wasn't too hard to find, nearly every map you could find had a big "DON'T GO HERE" area in the middle of the Great Forest. She had never met a WyldBorn. She wondered what they were like. Were they really all plants...? It was pretty exciting. Of course, the slog through the woods to get there wasn't. It was miserable. The bedroll was better than sleeping on the dirt, but her back still really didn't appreciate it. She couldn't wait until she could go home and sleep in a real bed. With a mattress. And pillows. And Blankets. But, she couldn't leave, not yet, not until she had found the RootMother and spoke to her. Gods, please let her be real, I don't want to have walked all this way for literally nothing... Eventually, as she walked, miserable, but still keeping a steady pace, the dirt and faded grass gave way to much more luscious greenery. Seemed like she was going the right way.

As she kept her pace, she started to feel an... odd feeling in her chest. A. Lightness. Like she was floating. A moment later, she started to see little wisps of magic trailing around lazily. There were a few, but as she kept going there were many. Yeah, she was definitely in the right place. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weird floaty feeling she was getting. It was probably from the sheer saturation of magic in the area. As she continued for a few minutes longer, the ground started to rumble, and she froze. She looked around. But there was nothing. Nothing except the vines, and the trees. After a moment, some of those vines started to move.

The tangled mess of vines and roots in front of her started to snake and coil, tangling and untangling, shifting and contorting, until its form resembled something like a hulking beast. Vines coalesced at its "shoulders", and a wooden face-like mask formed at its face, eyeholes glowing as brightly as the runes on its body. The two shared a long, silent stare.

"... uh.... u-uh... h... hiiii...?" The girl greeted, hesitantly, trying to surpress her panic. "I.... u-uh... I-I'm looking f-for th-the... the RootMother...?"

The WyldGiant just stared, as unmoving as the trees surrounding them. Then, after a few moments, it looked up at the sky thoughtfully, as if it had just processed her words. "... Rrrrroooooooot.... Mmmmmoooootheerrrrrrrrr......." It parroted, its voice deep, rumbling like an earthquake. It looked back down at Velda, and slowly brought its creaking extremities around her, picking her up gently, like one would a baby bird. She tried her best to not move to much, though she was ready to have a panic attack. It set her ever-so-gently onto its shoulder, giving her a long glance. Then, it looked to the ground for a moment, unmoving. after a minute or so, it looked up again, and started to trod through the forest. The girl just anxiously held on for dear life.

The walk was slow, or, at least, it felt like it. It was a big creature that was carrying her around. It was trying its best not to throw her off, but it was still rocking quite a bit as it moved. The two moved in relative silence, though it couldn't really be considered silence, what with how much noise the giant was making as it moved along. Eventually, she decided to speak up. "... s-so... i-if I may ask..." She started, quietly, fidgeting as she spoke. "... wh-where are g-going...?"

The answer didn't come immediately, the WyldGiant seemed to need a few moments in advance before it did anything, but an answer did indeed come eventually. "... to.... Rooot... Mmmmoootherrr..." It replied, its own voice shaking its entire being.

"... y-you're just... gonna t-take me there? N-no questions asked??"

"... Mmmmotherrrrr... lllliiiikes... visiiitoorrrrrs..."

"... o-okay..."

The trip took a while, the sun had started to set by the time the giant stopped. The sprites of magic were that much brighter in the evening dusk, and the runes dotting the landscape were that much more obvious. It laid down low to the ground, and let its passenger off. It gave a long, thoughtful gaze forward, prompting her to look in the same direction. She could see an absolutely enormous tree. She was guessing that was the RootMother. Then, the giant turned around, and slowly plodded back off into the forest.

"... th-thank you." She called over her shoulder, meekly. There wasn't answer, but it did hear her. It just continued to walk off. Velda started what seemed to be the last leg of her trip.

It was much easier, thankfully. There weren't nearly as many vines, the ground was fairly even, if a bit bumpy in places. She decided to take the time to actually consider what she was going to say to the RootMother. How does one speak to a plant being older than your entire family line? Should she talk normally, or should she try to be respectful? Does she talk quietly or a loudly? Does she even need to talk at all?? What if the RootMother can hear her thoughts??? Oh gods how would she even be able to handle that-

Calm down. I’m overthinking again... ... but how can I not overthink when I’m about to meet a giant tree god???

It wasn't long before she was at the foot of the great tree. She was able to get a good look at it now. Bark and boughs twisted gracefully, fluidly, into one surprisingly cohesive form. Runes were etched all along the surface. The tree was shaped vaguely like a woman, though it was still clearly a tree. One could make a lovely, graceful form, though, in place of arms, there were branches holding up the lush, vibrant, enormous greenery that was her leaves, her Spark shining brightly within her chest. A face-like mask, very similar to the WyldGiants, slowly came down from the treetop, the near deafening creaking echoing throughout the entire forest as the enormous entity bent down to get a good look at her guest. She bared no expression, but the visitor could feel a sort of motherly gentleness on her blank features. The silence between the two was awkwardly long. At least, it was for Velda.

"... h... h-hello." She said, figuring that a simple hello would probably be a good start. "Are... are y-you the... th-the R-RootMother...?"

"Yes." She replied, her voice soft, echoing gently off the forest around them. The answer came much quicker than the other was expecting, to be quite honest.

"O-oh, g-good, good..." Her voice trailed off as she fidgeted. How does one speak to a millennia-old forest god? Was there any sort of etiquette? She had no clue. This wasn't exactly an every-day thing.

"Have you something to ask me, child...?" She asked, her tone coming off as a mother trying to gentle comfort her nervous child.

She continued to fidget, and let out a small nervous chuckle. "H-how'd you know...?"

"Most come to me with questions. Especially in these times. However, if you have come to ask me about the dragons, I cannot help you. They were before even my time, I’m afraid."

"O-oh! N-no! I-I'm not h-here to ask about d-dragons! I-I'm not much of a historian..."

"I see... then what, pray tell, are you here to ask then...?"

The girls eyes fell to the ground, her hands still wringing nervously. She considered how to put this question. It was one thing to ask a person, it was another thing entirely to ask a... tree god. After a moment, though, she did finally speak up. "... I... th... this might b-be a... weird question... but... do you kn-know... what I... am...?"

The RootMother took a long, hard look at her visitor. She tilted her head, and the other could feel her squinting, even if she couldn't really physically squint. "Hmmm... I am... unsure..." She answered, thoughtfully. Velda's arms fell to her sides as she gave a look of incredulous confusion.

"W-what do you mean you're "unsure"???" She said, her voice betraying her utter disbelief. "I-I thought y-you were supposed to know e-everything when it c-came to m-magic a-a-and sparks!"

"I know much. Not all." She replied, her tone still as gentle and even as ever. "I am truly sorry. But your... spark, is not something I am knowledgeable in."

The girl just stood there for a while, in shock. She. She came all this way. All this way. Just to get an "I don't know". Gods. Fucking damnit. Slowly, she sat on the ground, head in her hands, and let out a long sigh. She wanted to cry.

"... I will say, however..." She added, her tone starting to sound even gentler than before. "I do feel a sort of... kindred spirit, in your spark."

"... kindred spirit...?" She parroted, raising her head slowly. "What's that s-supposed to mean...?"

"There is a... familiarity. I cannot place it. But it is there."

She considered the beings words for a moment. Hmm. She. Wasn't really sure what she meant by that. But it was the closest thing to an answer she's gotten in a long, long time. It was progress. "... wh-where do I even g-go from here..."

"If I may... have you considered seeing the elflings...? You seem to bare a sort of resemblance to their kin."

"... yeah I g-get that a l-lot..." She mumbled, letting out another sigh. "I-I haven't seen the elves. I f-figured I'd try after this, if you... didn't have answers..."

"I am truly sorry I could not give you the answers you sought, child. I can tell it troubles you so."

"... you have no idea..."

"I may not have the answers you desire, but, as I said, I do feel a sort of kinship with you... so, I shall grant you something. A gift."

"A... a g-gift?"

"Yes. Hand me your bow."

She tilted her head at the RootMother. She... wasn't sure where she was going with this, but okay. She stood up, slowly, and hesitantly took the bow from her back, nervously handing it out to her. A few wisps of magic started to circle around as vines took the bow from her hand, wrapping around the old cracked wood like a snake coiling around its prey. The little motes of magic continued to circle it, until they all disappeared in small flash. Then, the vines started to sink back into the ground, revealing the bow once more. It was different now. It seemed to be as good as new, and glowing blue runes now covered it in nearly its entirety. She hesitantly took the bow back, looking up at the others face.

"I dub thee, Moonsong. Your bow is now kissed by the purest of Wyld Magic."

"W-wyld Magic...?" She gripped the bow, testing its weight a bit, glancing at the other as she did. "... isn't that, like, the m-most random and chaotic magic ever...?"

"It is only as disordered and "random" as nature is." She replied, sagely. "Do not fret, it will not cause you harm. It will give each arrow you fire special properties, and, under the moonlight, you will not even need arrows at all, for the Wyld shall provide you with arrows of moonlight."

"... neat..." She whispered, putting the bow back over her shoulder.

She gave a little snicker at the girls phrase. "Yes. "Neat" indeed."

"... th-thank you, really. E-even if you c-couldn't tell me what I w-wanted to know, I... I-I think you helped me g-get a little c-closer."

"You're welcome, child. I'm sorry I could not help more... safe travels."

#Valerie Writes #Scintillam #Velda #i had fun with this one asdflkjn-#and i'm p happy with how it turned out...#just a chill little adventure #well. i mean #depends on ur definition of chill i guess aslkdfjn #i hope y'all enjoy readin' '^^#*softly* n' reblogs would be appreciated if u did-

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21, 26, 30

Thanks nonny!

21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires or a morning in the garden with fae?

Well, technically these all take place at different times so I could hit each one :3

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

This might be long so buckle in kids!

I don’t have none scary ones. I’ve already talked about this but I’m certain the first apartment I lived in was haunted.

It started with footsteps in the attic. Heavy, loud footsteps as though someone was walking around up there. See we lived in an apartment above a shop, and the only way up to that attic was *through* our flat. My boyfriend was worried we had a squatter up there, but I was not so convinced it was an actual person.

We reported it and the landlord sent someone around. He wouldn’t say why but he refused to go up there. Said it was probably rats and left some traps. We heard the occasional steps but it was rare and eventually…nothing

There is a previous tenant who comes by to collect her mail thats still getting delivered here. She looks kinda weird, fiddles with her letters and asks ‘Is everything ok with the flat’. I thought she was just being polite, so I nodded and said yes, fine.

One afternoon we were hanging out in his bedroom and I went to the kitchen to do some chores. I saw him out of the corner of my eye pass by so I assumed he was going to the bathroom. I don’t remember exactly what but I said something. His head turned to me in acknowledgement but he never replied, and I never heard the door shut. So I went to check–no one was in the bathroom. He hadn’t left his bedroom.

One weekend my boyfriend went to visit his family, so I had the apartment to myself. I walked down the corridor from my room to go make some food. Halfway down I felt this freezing cold breeze pass me by, with enough force to push my hair over my shoulder. I was midway down a corridor, so windows in sight and none of them were even open.

It all culminated in one night, a few months after these events. I went to bed, and about 20 minutes afterwards I heard rustling sounds. I had a few shopping bags and plastic bags from online purchases in my room, so I assumed maybe a spider or smth was moving around in them. I very carefully checked through them. Nothing. I shoved them in my wardrobe and tried tom settle down. Then I heard quiet thudding coming from the corner of my room, like something knocking against my wardrobe. IO checked it out, again nothing, and even checked the other room to see if something was knocking against the wall in there. All clear.

A little bit concerned and confused, but I return to bed once more. Thats when the scratching sounds start. Not in the walls. On my floor, like nails are being dragged against carpet. You know when a dog tries to dig the carpet up? That but slow and deliberate.

I am sitting up, kinda freaking out now. But my room is empty, and the scratching stop as soon as I sit up. My heart is pounding and mouth dry, but I had plans early tomorrow and *need* sleep

So I lay down. Blessed silence follows. Then ten minutes pass and the scratching starts back up. I sit up once again. Scratching stopped, and I can’t find the source.

I try another attempt at sleep. I cover my ears with my pillow to block out any sound. A few minutes later, the pressure of the mattress shifts enough that I nearly roll over to that side. Thts the moment I leave my bed and leg it over to my boyfriends room, telling him that something is in my room, making noise and shit. He checks it out, can’t see anything but he knows I ain’tt laying. I’m standing there wide-eyes and shaking, unable tom stop shaking so I crash in his room that night.

Nothing happened after that.

30) describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

I’m bad at describing outfits so how about images instead?

Send me romanticized asks!

#long post #asks #anonymous #Anonymous

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necromancers-incorporated · 2 years

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My Top Posts in 2021

Jacob: what goes up but never comes down?

Enoch: my hatred for you

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Miss P: so children, what are your New Year's goals?

Jacob: we have been banned from every major cities public transportation system

Olive: except London

Enoch: we don't know what their limit is but we will fucking find it

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My cousin is five years old or smth, and she wanted to make a get well soon card for my sister as she has covid. She also wanted to make me one even though I'm not unwell just so I wouldn't feel left out which is cute enough by itself, but it gets better.

My aunt left her to it and let her draw whatever she wanted on the card, and wgen she was done she went to my aunt and said "I know [my name] likes to be a girl sometimes and a boy sometimes, so I made her look like both" and I shit you not I cried happy tears that day. Apparently she drew me with "Not long hair but not short hair and a bowtie".

I've never openly discussed this on front of her as far as I can remember, so idk how she knows but it was cute.

108 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 06:04:46 GMT

Do yall wanna hear a cute story about my nan? Of course you do, here it is:

I am genderfluid and my nan is a 60 year old Caotholic woman who believes very strongly in the bible, so I've always been a bit wary around her in case she was homophobic or something.

Anyways, before I got my hair cut short I used a crappy wig to help lift some of the dysphoria. She asked about it once but didn't really press and neither of us brought it up again. Then a little while ago I was dressing quote masculine, like a shirt and jeans and had styled my hair differently, and she came downstairs and asked me what compliments were okay to use when I felt more masculine. She asked if "lovely" was okay and not too feminine and I shit you not I nearly cried right there and then. It was so nice.

A week.or so ago my mum told me that she was considering leaving her current church because they were homophobic and that "she couldn't be somewhere where people weren't accepted for who they are".

Sweetest lady ever ❤

109 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 06:54:39 GMT

Anyone else think it would be really cool if elves' eyes were reflective like a cat's? Like, Nasuada calls a meeting at night and Arya and Blödgharm show up looking like demons or some shit. I think that would be a really funny conversation.

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mysticmysterywrites-blog · 5 years

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Prompt #4

Arranged marriage anyone? For this setting, I'm thinking of a magic intensive celtic-esc society. My character has the whole part wolf thing going on, and I'm hoping for your character to maybe also have more animalistic features? But I would also accept shit like elves and teiflings in a heart beat. (Ya girl is SUCH a slut for them elves and teiflings my dude you have no idea) Retcon: Got Lots of elves. Still might take one, but am looking for different species overall now.

Tbh? He's giving you character the out, but I'd like to focus on not only character exploration but.. oh, you know. Let them fuck, it's their wedding night. 18+ tho for that reason.

If you want to just reply on connect, that's fine. If you want to ask more about the world building, or offer some of your own.. I don't have much to give ATM but I'm good at creating things on the quick and breezy. Any gender accepted, smth smth don't need no fantasy homophobia in my roleplay.

Anyway my characters name is Oke, he's about 5'11, with distinct wolf features like ears and a tail, and the teeth. Other things that are described in comic. Darker skin, with a bit of scarring, but a warm face and friendly smile. Hoping for this to eventually go into the whole "fish out of water exploring each other's cultures" shit but you know Slams foot on table // hit me with whatever

UPDATE Sat down and wrote out the world building just ask for it YEET

He'd had a partner, once.

He was a beautiful man. A warrior, one that held his head high and smiled wide enough that he saw stars in his teeth. His hair was red enough that he swore he was running his hands through a sea of fire and sunlight, and his touch warm enough to He'd never been much the warrior type, himself. He'd found solace in craft and studies, and he couldn't help but feel his mother held relief in that fact. But he would still sit and carefully paint his lovers body with symbols of protection and power before every battle he'd wander into, reassured by his gentle smiles and soft touches that- yes, of course he'd return.

It'd been a lie, of course. He'd died pridefully in battle, and his mother had told him for that they should celebrate. He hears the way her tone falters, how close she is to tears. She'd loved him like one of her own, and they'd both been so, so young then. He places a smile on his face and raises a glass high, and fondly remembers his lover for what he was. A powerful warrior, amazing personality.

Still, when night hits and he's alone, he can't help but cry at the fate his God's have handed him. How selfish is that?

He'd been considering traveling, when his mother tells him-

"The clan we've been at odds with is willing to make a deal," She tells him, and her tone is stiff, "We've both lost warriors, good people to this fighting. And their former leader died. "Don't feel pressured to do anything, but they want you to marry them," it made sense. Many of his kin in the village and pack showed their blood. Large teeth on a chiseled face, sharp claws on stiff fingers. The men and woman of his pack were terrifying, and it was a carefully crafted image that had taken generations to make.

They would eat this person alive. He at least looked like he wouldn't. Sounded like he wouldn't, if they gave him a rundown on what he did. Son of their leader, sure. But he'd never once touched a battlefield in his life. A battle-axe felt foreign on his hands, blood tasted like metal on his tongue. He was sure that he was the least intimidating option they had.

"What do you know about the person they're sending us?" He asks, not... outright saying no, at least.

"Not much," She admits, smile on her face falling somewhat, "We told them we'd take anyone- be it male or female. I wouldn't force you to wed with anyone too.. old, but other then that we really don't know too much about them." "Of course, If you're not comfortable with it..." She trails off, as though considering it, "We could ask Myr-"

"Let me think about it," He cuts her off before she gets too far. He's sure it would make more sense to wed them to their strongest warrior. But she was a bit.. brutal sometimes, and already had someone she'd wanted to wed. He was sure she would have accepted the offer- Most would without hesitation if it meant stalling their bloodbath. But he needed time to get over the aching in his heart.

He marries them.

"You're sure you want to do this?"

He's not. But he's not going to let that show to his mother, who despite her nerves, looks so proud of him as she paints up his arm. He'd worn most of these symbols only once before, and seeing them on his skin again felt like a distant and uncertain memory. But they were symbols of love, and he knew they should fill him with pride as well.

"It wasn't like I was going to go out of my way to find another partner on my own," He admits to her, as he reaches up to mess with the jewelry in his hair with his free arm.

Her look of pride melts to one of heart ache, and lingers long enough that he's sure she knows that. But nothing more is said, and they spend the rest of the evening in a steady, understanding silence.

The elixir was easy to make, but disgusting to drink. Like sludge down the back of his throat. They've added what they can to make the transition easier, but it's not the taste that gets to him. It's the texture, something their both made to drink from in careful sips. Their hands are tied together, and as he'd looked at them he'd felt something of an ounce of regret. Would they have wed, if he hadn't accepted their offer?

But the night grew thick, and a storm came in. A blessing from the gods, his mother had said. Rains brought new life, and the thunder rolled with approval of their wed. He's not sure if he entirely buys it, but even he admits that something in the air feels.. right, if not foreign to him.

But as the festivities worn down.. And really, of all the things they knew how to do, throw a party was certainly one of them. The sound of drums still rang in his ear, and his feet were numb from the length he'd been standing on them- They were brought back to a private tent. Eventually, they'd either move to their lands, or into his families home. Well. Mothers home, he supposed. Her partner had long since past, parents withering away with time. It was something he worried about. What would she do if he left her?? He was sure she could find someone else to live with, especially as they entered a supposed time of peace. However..

He supposed that wasn't something to worry about for now. For now, the tent they're given is practically a home in itself. Somewhere private, somewhere the two of them could live for the next thirty days. It's just within reach of their people where, if something were to happen, they could easily find help. Close enough to be gifted food, and wares from their ceremony. But far enough out that it feels like just the two of them. A decent twenty minute walk in the right direction and they'd be back to either of their people. Theres no one else in sight, no other tents around. And they're left by themselves, in a small tent near a large lake. He can hear the sound of water crashing onto itself in the distance, but only if he focuses and lets his ears twitch. And he's-

Ignoring the moment, he supposes.

He sits back on the blankets, a mixture of elegant fawn and rabbit furs that have been carefully sewn together. They'd never been known to waste any bit of their hunt. The furs became clothing and blankets, material for leather and scrap. The bones were ground to power, for a base on their paints. The meat was cooked and saved, and scraps they couldn't use given to the wolves around them as feed. Their proudest hunt had been taking down a bear, a beautiful pelt his former lover had brought back hung from their chair for the longest time. Even now, it was used as a blanket, though carefully stolen from the chair to his room so he could wrap himself up in its warmth.

But, for something meant to be temporary, the bed is still soft. He finds himself wanting to fall into it and forget himself.

The tent is warm. He imagines they'd lit the fire twards the beginning of the day, because the chill of the night and rain doesn't make it past the entranceway of their tent.

He blinks at them. They'd been avoiding each-other most of the night. The celebration had been loud, and noisy, and he'd been more focused on celebrating the lack of battle in their upcoming days then he was their own union. He'd indulged in more food and brewery then he'd like to admit, and stuck to the people he knew best.

But now he's sat here with them, a little drunk and really rather exhausted.

"I don't want to scare you," Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, past the heated and drunken haze. He thinks that might be easy to do. While he's not entirely tall, standing only around 5'll, he's still covered head to toe in his ceremonial markings. He has the eyes of his kind, deep brown and filling his eyes, his teeth are pointed and nails (while carefully painted a shade of yellow) Sharp. Though, he knows he has a gentle smile, and when his ear flicks back again to try not to focus on the sound of water, he lets a nervous one cross his face.

"We- Don't have to do anything tonight, if you don't want to," Is the first words he finds himself saying to them. His mother would probably be appalled by them. He loved her, but she was spiritual at heart, and he knew his pack wanted him to be united with them as soon as possible. But he feels the dizziness that comes from the beginning signs of a hangover, while still somehow feeling the heat of whatever drug they'd taken that night. "If you'd like for me to go to my mothers tent, I'd be willing to give you the night to yourself," It would mean walking through the rain, he supposed. But he was willing to give them that, willing to give them some time to themselves if it meant letting them relax. He doesn't recognize the feeling of anxiety running through his fingers, as well.

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