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enchantzz · 6 months

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Mitchell's Diary - In over my Head

One-shots in the series of Art & Vampires. Excerpts from Mitchell’s diary.

Words: 767

Being a badass male vampire doesn't mean you can handle female vampires 😁

References to stories in the Art & Vampires series - 1. New Orleans and 2. London and 6. New York

Art & Vampires is about the relationship and developments around Mitchell, a vampire and Amy (Ames), a human. It’s about the vampire world, the supernatural, but also about history, cities around the world, art, antiques and adventures.

Face claims vampires: Aidan Turner - John Mitchell, Richard Armitage - Rick Marlowe, Jaime Murray - Alana (Lana) Lenoir and Ben Barnes - Ben Sheldon. Humans: Mila Kunis - Amy (Ames) Quinn, Bianca Lawson - Lena Parker (witch).

List of Mitchell’s diary One Shots in the Art & Vampires Master list

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Rick warned me, but of course I didn't listen. That time, I was in way over my head and I can tell you that being immortal is less attractive when Alana keeps bringing up your mistake and rubs your face in it every time she gets the chance. But what can I say, she was a beauty.

I'm talking about Neesha of course.

I'll never forget her and not just because Lana keeps reminding me, the she-devil. I hope she doesn't get her hands on this diary, otherwise I'm screwed, like that time I got involved with Neesha. And I mean literally.

It was in the forties, nineteen forties. I need to remember to mention the centuries. We were back in London and I had been able to get my life, or existence, to be exact, back on track after, well, you know, Belle.

I had been thinking. I couldn't go through any of that again, losing a loved one. I'd had a hard enough time before Belle, dealing with the fact that you will always outlive your loved ones, but losing Belle hit hard, as you are well aware, because I've written diaries full of my laments.

So, I had a plan, a brilliant one. I had the perfect solution. I would get myself a female vampire companion, who would never leave me and I would have eternal happiness. Neesha was going to be just that. Or so I thought.

In the first half of the 20th century, we moved around from New Orleans to New York, and finally back to London. After the war, London was a mess. The city was severely damaged and even though our neighborhood wasn't spared, The Mayfair, our mansion, was. We moved back for a while to keep an eye on things and make sure that it remained our house. People who lost their homes during the bombings of London were being relocated to abandoned houses and we needed to make sure that our mansion was not going to be taken over by others.

Fortunately for me, even though the city was damaged and the people were recovering from the war, there were always parties to be found. Especially for us vampires.

As you can imagine, I was spending as much time as I could attending as many parties as I could. I was determined to find that vampire companion and never be sad again.

Neesha was a gorgeous goddess, who stood out amongst the crowd like a shining star in the dark night sky, quite literally, with her shiny jewelry and extravagant silver dress.

I can't even remember how I got there, to that party, but I will always remember the sight of her and how I, half intoxicated, chatted her up and actually managed to get her undivided attention.

As said, Rick had warned me not to get involved with her. He had an eye for 'trouble', but, you know, I had my plan and this scrumptious woman was going to fit that perfectly.

To this day I'm still not sure if she was playing with me, like a cat with her prey, or if I had enamored her with my charm.

By the end of the night, having abandoned Rick and Alana, I found myself in Neesha's arms, or in hindsight, claws, in what seemed to be a former hotel somewhere in the city. She had made the hotel her home and the top room, with a huge skylight, was her den.

I don't know how many times we fucked, but it seemed like we did nothing else for days. It was like I was under her spell and I couldn't get free and I am man enough to admit that my dick actually hurt!

You know, as vampires, we recover quickly, also on that front, but after Neesha, I was about ready to be celebate for the rest of my immortal life.

At some point, I must have seen the light and realize that I wasn't ready to have my existence ended by sex. Even if death by sex sounds pleasant enough. So, I ran and didn't look back and my not so brilliant plan of getting a vampire companion went out the door with me. I didn't stay celibate of course, but those are stories for another time.

Anyway, I'm not sure why I wrote down this memory. Maybe it's because Ames was fishing for embarrassing stories from the past and I didn't really want to confess all this to her. Or maybe it's a way of letting go. Now if only Alana could do the same.

Time to say goodnight for now and hide you well, my dear diary. I'm ready to join my sweet Ames in bed, cuddle up to her and make pleasant memories.

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4ggravation · 4 months

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you already know what time it is baby!! this is neesha, burnt out gifted kid supreme.

i feel like i made her look too sad in this drawing tbh. for the record: that's meant to be a tired/annoyed expression, not a sad one. please reblog to support an artist!

#oc tag #neesha #genshin impact original character #genshin impact oc #genshin oc #genshin original character #original character #oc

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dudapregnancydrawings · 7 months

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My OCs/Lovechildren of Record Of Ragnarok

So, it seems I have a new obsession: "Record of Ragnarok", or "Shuumatsu no Valkyrie". Going down the fanfictions in A03, Wattpad and Spirit, I now have a lot of ships! And, as usual to me, I ended up creating children for them -\_:v_/- and yeap, all of them born of mpreg! lol I still have to find the will to draw them, but for now I'll just write their profiles, since I've been writing a lot these last days:

Jun, Astrid and Gunnar:

17, 13 and 10 years old, respectively;

children of Lü Bu and Thor;

all of them were carried and born from Thor;

appearance: Jun is like a younger and without scars version of Lü Bu, with his long hair in a ponytail, and has Thor's yellow eyes with black sclera. Astrid has long red hair combed in two braids she keeps in front of her chest, and has yellow eyes with white sclera and a mark resembling a lightning on her face. Gunnar has short red hair and Lü Bu's eyes and pointing teeth.

Jun is the oldest, so he's responsible, serious and a great fighter. His weapon of choice is a spear;

Astrid is a viking teenager: annoyed all the time, poker face 24/7, will fight you if you look wrong at her, can break your arm in a single twist;

Gunnar is a little tasmanian devil! He can't control himself, wants to pick a fight with anybody, and likes to jump like a frog. (Why? Idk)

Thea and Nami:

14 and 9 years old, respectively;

daughters of Sasaki and Poseidon;

both carried and born from Poseidon;

appearance: Thea looks a lot like poseidon, but her hair is black, as well as her eyes. She wears a blue dress in a greek goddess style and a lot of golden jewelry. Nami is blonde and has blue eyes, and wears a blue japanese kimono.

Thea, the heir of the throne of the seas, is as snob, obnoxious, and arrogant as any princess.

Nami doesn't care about rules or anything at all, she just want to have friends. Sasaki gives her lessons with a wooden sword.

Alexander and Elizabeth:

11 and 8 years old, respectively;

children of Heracles and Jack;

both carried and born from Jack;

appearance: Alex is a mini version of Heracles, but with short spiked silver hair, and sky blue eyes. Beth has long and wavy orange hair and eyes with different colors, one red and one ice blue. They wear clothes like victorian english children.

"Alexander" means "guardian of people" or "defender of humanity", fitting to a son of Heracles. He's kind, helpful, innocent... In fact, so helpful and innocent that he forgets about himself and would be used by others if wasn't for his sister.

Elizabeth is a little british lady, with such good manners and has a special love for apple pie. She has Jack's red eye, capable to see people's emotions. She may look as innocent as her brother, but in fact, she's smarter and never let anybody uses him.

Mohan, Ravi, Neesha, Anik and Indira:

quintuplets, 9 years old;

children of Raiden and Shiva;

all carried and born from Shiva;

appearance: Mohan and Ravi have Raiden's skin color, black hair, Raiden's eyes and one pair of arms; Neesha has Shiva's purple skin, black hair, Raiden's eyes and one pair of arms; Anik has Shiva's purple skin, Raiden's hair color, Shiva's eyes (only two), and two pairs of arms; and Indira has Raiden's skin color, his hair, Shiva's eyes (all of them) and two pairs of arms.

Mohan and Ravi are the trickster twins, taking advantage of people to steal money from them and buy candy. Neesha is the shy and quiet girl, who loves art. Anik loves music and knows to play a lot of instruments. And Indira is the crazy one, the one who speaks loud and dare to fight anyone who irritates her or her siblings.

Mei-Hui:

11 years old

only daughter of Hades and Qin;

carried and born from Qin;

appearance: long and straight black hair combed in two buns and Hades' violet eyes.

cheerful, helpful without being naive, forgetful, gossip girl. Has Qin's ability to feel other's weaknesses. Loves fashion and everything that's luxurious.

Dantalion:

12 years old

only son of Nikola and Beelzebub;

carried and born from Beelzebub;

appearance: black wavy hair, blue eyes with dark circles under them, never smiles, all black clothes in the same style as Nikola's.

gloomy, depressive, genius of the group, loves more books and experiments than people and gods. Has a special and dark craving to make experiments on humans, but Nikola doesn't allow it.

I have other ships, but didn't make children for them: Adam and Eve (they already have the whole humanity as children, plus Caim and Abel), Buda and Loki (Loki already has his children, which Buda loves them as if they were his), and my crack pairing: Zeus and Odin (yeah, I know) (they're old and already have adult children).

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emmiri-bumble · 1 year

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todays a Neesha day. i know todays grub is bodir but i wanna draw lil grob oc Neesha Velyes instead.

(ill still draw boldir but expect oc grub too?)

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kuschelkissen · 1 year

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Tag 9 People You Want To Get To Know Better

I was tagged by @fuyuteki and I'll try my best! I don't think I even know 9 people here (that I would call mutuals, so... if you follow me, consider yourself tagged?)

Three Ships:

Ok, uhm. 3 ships from my current fandom (Detective Conan)? AkAm, HagiMatsu, Nagano Throuple

First Ever Ship:

Dude. Oh my god. No idea. The first ship I had was probably before I even knew about the concept of shipping. (Like when I was 6 or 7 or so and I wasn't sure if Gummi Bears Grammi was the partner of Gruffi or Zummi 😅 I guess that counts as shipping?)

But I think... my first ever actual ship, where I was like "yes, these two characters are/should be in a relationship", were 2 side characters from the very first Pokémon movie (you remember those other 3 trainers? yeah, 2 of these. I don't think they even had names in the movie, I think I just read about their names in a magazine and I still don't know if they were actually their names or just made up by the author 😅 I just googled and apparently the names are official (Corey and Neesha) AND they appeared in another movie?? which I fear I'll have to check out now)

ANYWAY, these two characters:

Last Song:

Odd Chap & Emma Lea – Fire (Freshly Squeezed Music) (I've been listening to this "Spooky Swing" mixes on Youtube for the last 3 months or so, and I love the good mood these give to me (Fire is at about minute 53)

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Last Movie:

Jurassic World Dominion (I don't care if it's trash, I love my dinosaurs, don't judge me)

Currently Reading:

Does fanfic count 🥲 I haven't read anything beyond fanfic and doujinshi in ages... Last thing I read was part one of the Moonless trilogy by Marie Howalt (We Lost The Moon), it's a pretty cool SciFi story.

Currently watching:

Rewatching X Files with my gf and realising I don't remember ANYTHING

Currently consuming:

Nothing, but I ate self-made pizza a few hours ago, does that count?

Currently Craving:

A vacation. An idea on how to go on with my HagiMatsu fic. Motivation to draw. Or work on my dolls.

Oh you mean something I could maybe technically have? Salted Caramel Chocolate. But I ate all of it the other day and didn't buy a new one.

#personal #Youtube

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trinitystudioblog3 · 2 years

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Publication write up

Daneesha Pitolou - lese

HIIII, Im Daneesha (Neesha) “Social butterfly”

I am 20 but turn 21 in December so that's fun! I'm a full blooded Samoan. I was born and raised in Aotearoa, New Zealand with my family of 7, me being the middle child. Oh and we have a dog too his name's Titan who we love and spoil him constantly even though he eats my blankets or whateverrr. I am fortunate to have been surrounded with lots of family growing up as my grandparents were the first to migrate to New Zealand.

After studying music for two years at the University of Auckland I realised that it just wasn't for me but I really wanted to carry on studying. After reflecting on my strengths I came to the conclusion that you know what, I loved Physical education at highschool. This year is my first year of studying a Bachelor of health and sports science and I have loved every moment of it!. With my degree I am wanting to go back to Mcauley High School and teach P.E. The Catholic secondary school for girls, McAuley High School is located in Otahuhu, New Zealand. The Sisters of Mercy established the school in 1962, and they still oversee its operations.

Being samoan there's a lot of things we can't do that are modernised now like crop tops etc . We aren't allowed to wear things that reveal a lot of skin. It's nice to have morals and values to follow but i'm trying to persuade my parents a bit more because of the generation we live in. I love having a culture I can share and teach others with as its nice to be recognised with the beautiful Samoan culture for sure!

Yellow is my colour. I love its brightness and suits my personality being more extraverted and out there. Growing up I always used to wear dark colours but since finding out a bit more about myself it definitely suits me.

Family is EVERYTHING. I grew up with a big family so I'd love to eventually have a big family of my own one day. It's never not quiet in our home and that's something that comforts me. It's always nice to know someones always there. When it comes to my twin it's always nice to always have someone by my side. Naturally we go everywhere together. We are very rarely not together. Sometimes it's weird not having her around. I often don't know what to do.. We are and have been very close with each other. In highschool we were put in the same classes by pure accident. We went to our dean and questioned it to which they replied “we honestly didn’t know you were twins”. We ended up hanging out everyday. Everyone was like “ oh it's the twins” we knew that was gonna stick. Our teachers always used to get us mixed up when talking to us but I guess we were used to it. Then year 11 came around and we were split up in different classes. My twin used to be the quiet and focused one. A lot of the time teachers used to compare us by saying Daneesha why cant you be like your sister. This became demeaning and hurtful. They didn't understand that we are two completely different individuals. Being a twin you realise who you are because of constant comparison. As much as I love my sister, we are different. We have different friends, different personalities and different hearts. If you come to me for advice I will be honest and give a reality check if I have to.

Growing up we shared everything together. Gifts that were the same but different colours and the same with our clothes. When we became older for our birthdays, we were given two separate cards with cash inside. Honestly we both looked at each other in confusion thinking “is this mine or yours?” It definitely became more apparent that as we grew up people understood the importance of giving two separate gifts. Our tacktick is definitely rock paper scissors. Otherwise we end up bickering who gets what. Regardless of what we got we ended up sharing. I think naturally we always just think about each other and look out for one another all the time.

The best thing about being a twin is that constant feeling of having a best friend for life. I really don't know what I'd do without my twin.

Deshaan Pitolou - lese

Undeniably

Hi im Deshaan,

I'm a twin and have a big family who live with me in south Auckland. Family is extremely important to me as growing up they have been my biggest support system and truly don't know what I'd do without them. Growing up in a Samoan family whose traditions and morals that have been installed in us kids has been the best. The culture is beautiful! From our beliefs, morals and traditions there is something so unique about it. Despite not being able to speak the language I try my best to learn as much as I can to not only benefit myself but to teach others and future generations.

I've been studying hard for the past three years completing my bachelors degree in social work in 2023. I honestly can't wait.

I really love to keep myself active and try to work out at home. I've also been going to indoor netball for the past two years which I love! It is super important for me to keep active. I've honestly grown to love it so much.

So my twin and I are polar opposites when it comes to personality. I'm definitely more quiet, whereas my sister is the loud one and super out there. We have different friend groups, yea mutual friends but you can tell when my sisters group is around you can hear them from ages away lol.

Growing up we shared a lot of things from clothes to friends to bedrooms but as we have discovered our identities as individuals, we have found our independence for sure. I am able to express myself menatlly and physically, not being compared like we used to be is a great feeling. I guess due to the stereotypes I used to shield myself away from things my sister used to do at times because I never saw myself doing them as good had impacted me from understanding that it's actually ok to be different from her.

My sister and I will forever and always be super close.Shes my day one. Neesha’s my best friend who I can count on for anything and I wouldn't have it anyother way. She's helped me through so much and for that I'm grateful.

Trinity O’Callaghan

Hey Im Trin!

I have a family of 5, both my parents, an elder brother then my twin and 9 minutes younger ME!

My family is a mix of British, Irish and Welsh but I feel more connected to my Irish roots more than anything. My dad always calls me the little tinker of the family ( devious one) and that I have the Irish crack (humour). I am very proud to be Irish as we appreciate and cherish family a lot. Over the past couple of years I have been trying my best to understand Maori culture. Being a citizen in Aotearoa I feel that its most important that everyone should have knowledge about the country we live in.

I currently study at Auckland University of Technology completing my bachelors of Communications Design. I honestly never saw myself going to uni but here I am and can proudly say this is one of my greatest achievements so far. My love for photography started when my parents bought me a little blue Canon camera for christmas when I was 7 years old. Ever since then, my passion has flourished drastically! My goal in the next 10 years is to be able to work for myself as a professional portrait and people photographer. I love working with people and capturing a story or their story. I definitely do it to make others feel empowered and heard.

I also have a great love and passion for makeup. I've been freelancing since 2016 starting with my friends' ball makeup then progressing into my little side hustle.

So let's talk about my relationship with my twin. Growing up was the best! My dad was a hard worker and provided a lot which meant that my mum was able to look after us kids. We did a lot before school years. Not that I can remember too much but we have old tapes from when we were born. When we started primary my parents were asked whether to split us up into classes which they did so we never really depended on each other in school. We soon found our personalities to which I became extraverted and a bit of a perfectionist whereas my twin was introverted and what goes just goes. We ended up hanging out together in the last years of high school as finding my identity throughout the latter years of school was quite difficult for me. He became the big brother to me and looked after me. One thing I'm very grateful for being a twin is that we always look out for each other no matter what and we are very protective of each other. Since high school he moved out of home and we both have very independent and individual lives but that’s just life. I think being a twin for me is the comfort of someone you can always go too for anything. Someone who has your back no matter what.

Finley O’Callaghan

Hi,

Im Fin,

I've grown up with my family of 5 in a small country pretty much my whole life. Having the freedom to have archers in the backyard to play and explore was what made my childhood. I found a love for the outdoors and getting my hands dirty. These were the days I used to go hunting and fishing with my dad and older brother. My parents house was right by a missive lake which had lots of carp fish. We used to spear hunt these fish as they were a pest to farmland. I honestly feel like we had such a great childhood growing up we just all had lots of freedom. My twin and I never really shared a room which now I think back was a good idea. As we got older it was nice to have our own spaces to relax. Plus I wasn't going to have a pink room. We both just liked our own things. She was a girly girl and I was a boys boy. When it came to birthdays we always shared a party but always separate cakes. That's one thing I'm grateful for as my parents definitely treated us more like individuals than stereotypical twins. They made a big effort in us both when finding our own identities. I think because we are fraternal twins with opposite sex it made it a lot easier for them.

I am now 21 and flatting with my mates. I love the gym and cooking a mean feed. My parents have always said that I just get cooking. For work I am a fencer so its great for fitness and strength. Couldn't be happier in life and how far along ive come since highschool as I felt a bit lost for a while. Something that I think everyone has to go through to make them a better individual.

Where I can see myself in 10 years… I would love to own a decent size lifestyle block with some animals to share with a wife and kids. I'd love to be financially stable with shares in business or have passive income in investment properties.

Being a twin is awesome. To me, I know I have a special connection to someone I love no matter what. It's unique and makes me different to most people.

Lillian Eagan

I'm a 21year old Capricorn with my identical twin Lilly. I was born in South Africa and have lived in Liverpool, England. We moved to New Zealand when we were about 14 and this has been home ever since. I'm currently a student studying a bachelors of nursing and a part time health care assistant in a care home which my mum owns. In my spare time I go to the gym. It took me a little while to get into it but I love it now. Thanks to my sister's motivation. I love being able to maintain and transform my body. Also I love to paint but just because of uni and work i've been so busy i've lost touch with that a bit for sure.

When it comes to culture I'm not as intune with my culture as I'd like. For instance speaking the language is super difficult as we've grown up speaking english. We've kind of forgotten a lot of the Afrikaans language. But we still very much eat south african cuisine. Also I'm grateful we can embrace our hair and create beautiful hairstyles and represent being black in a different country.

I'm definitely very calm and chill compared to my sister. I'm definitely the decision maker. I don't tend to sit and dwell on things. I'm just a doer. I can also be shy or timid when I'm pushed out of my comfort zone but I guess that's pretty normal. One time I didn't want to return something from the tuck shop at school so I used to get Lily to do things like that for me. Social wise or conflict I always had her to do that for me. But now having to work different shifts it pushes me to be my own individual self which is good. Even meeting boys we have different types so it was good to be pushed out of my comfort zone.

In all honesty though, my sister and I are quite alike. We definitely have our differences which is why I can understand why people get us mixed up at times. I guess to sum out my personality now, I'm more understanding, composed and compassionate. I love to help people when I can.

When it came to finding identity, it definitely was a struggle. I think because me and my sister always wore the same outfits it was hard for us both to accept that we came to like different things ie I used to love wearing black and dark colours whereas my sister was the opposite. It took us some time to grasp that we were different as we couldn't understand why she didn't like the same things as me. I think she was a lot more ready to do more things by herself than me for sure!.

We actually receive cards and birthday posts addressed to us both all the time. I don't actually mind though we've had this all our lives. We actually take turns every year who reposts those ones so it's funny to us to be honest.

A little story from when we were born, our mom couldn't tell us apart at all. I have a birthmark on my forehead but at the time it wasnt that visible. I slept all the time while my sister used to cry all the time. My mum didn't realise that so apparently she was only feeding one baby that day! We actually always joke about this now it's become a little family story for the books for sure.

Being a twin means to me is, you have someone who knows every crack, pimple on your body. Someone who understands you more than anyone else. Someone that loves and cares for you endlessly. I wouldn't change it for the world.

Lilly Eagan

I'm 21, born on the 19th of january 2001. I was born and raised with my identical twin by my side. I'm student nurses part time health assistants at our mum's rest home in Hamilton.

It's been quite hard connecting to our culture because we are immigrants who moved to New Zealand when we were 14 and our mom married an irish man, we never really got to speak or learn much about our culture so we don't resonate as much to our culture as we’d probably like. No matter what though, I feel proud to have come from a very different environment to a beautiful country we now call home.

I love going to the gym! I also love to draw portraits, something I haven't found myself doing in a while but I really enjoy doing as it's a relaxation for me. I guess with study and work life we haven't really had much chill time in a while.

My fashion is very much Y2K inspired Love going through my mum's old things and picking up items to wear. I'm like yes I can wear this! Bags, fur jackets, shoes, you name it!

When it comes to personality, me and my sister have a lot in common to be honest. I mean we are best friends. We love a lot of the same things, music, clothes, friends but when it comes to dating boys we are sooo different. I'm a bit of an over-thinker and get frustrated easily whereas she's nicer I guess. It's really nice to meet those people who can tell us apart like that because it's so rare. Even at work they're always just like “Lilly” but dont even bother to really know who is who. We've just gotten so used to it , it doesn't really affect us that much I guess because we both understand that we are so alike and we have so much love for one another.

I think we were ready to be more independent in our teen years. When it came to partying it was nice to go by myself at times because I was recognised as Lilly. I love my sister but I also felt it was nice to experience it by myself. It was because you dont know im a twin or you haven't met her yet.

For me I associate identity with myself right now, at this moment. Also our blackness. When we lived in South Africa, we lived amongst our culture, whereas now living in New Zealand people have made us aware how unique we are. I'm proud of the woman I'm becoming.

My role model in life is definitely my mum. She's such a hard worker and has been through so much. She always gives the best advice whether it is about boys, school or just petty things. She's such an inspiring woman and I'm extremely grateful to be so close to her.

Intro

As we step into life, we learn

from others and the environment around us.

At age of two, we begin to gain a sense of self awareness.

Personalities start to thrive as we take one step at a time to recognise

our own capabilities and individual quirks. We are extremely lucky to have someone to walk into this big wide world with who we call our day ones. This publication is based on the study conducted by myself of individualism within twins. Growing up with a twin, a best friend was the best. We formed an extremely tight bond during the early stages of life. As we started to grow older we often did our own thing and found we were actually quite different. I found coming to terms with the reality of becoming our own self rather difficult when being fed with constant stereotypical judgement. It's been a difficult journey for myself to come to terms and understand the reality of the term twins. From a personal perspective I believe that it should be encouraged more to be self expressive as a twin. To be able to break away from the ‘unit, pair’ fraze and feel empowered that being a twin, yes is part of you but it doesn't define who you are.

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hellyeahrihannafenty · 4 years

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“We can only fix this world together. We can’t do it divided… We can’t let the de-sensitivity seep in”.

#rihanna #say that shit #gifs #naacp image awards #okay I decided to do the whole thing instead of three gifs #so y'all could know what she's talkin' bout #love it #neesha

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frankierose · 4 years

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we vibin

#fixed the rosary too u_u it wasnt long enough and i made it edgier #tw death #tw blood #my ocs #neesha #charmy #em #had to draw a ray gun ofc with the word summertime above it caus. Ya Know #my art

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mcl-danielle · 7 years

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Finally getting back on track with smooches ewe More to come <3 Thanks for the patience! @vanillaamoursucrethings with ya boi, Leo ;3 Hope you like it~

#i know they aren't from the same world but...eh #se leo #mcl neesha

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promptrose · 3 years

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Maybe something festive with LoZ: RR? Like Link and Hunter explain Hylian/Sheikah traditions to Neesha or something equally as lighthearted? Have an amazing day! c:

Squeaking in under the wire, with an hour left to spare on Christmas day!

So I actually started this short back in 2005. That’s not a typo. I have tried almost every year to sit down and finish it, and it’s just never worked out, but here we go! 2020 has been a Hell of a year so far, but at least I finally finished this Very Merry Interlude and can share it! Merry Solstice, Happy Holidays, and whatever you may celebrate, may it have been / be with those you loved best, in spirit if not in person! _________________

It started innocently enough.

In retrospect, that should have been more than enough to tip us off that things were going to get dramatically less innocent as they progressed, since almost nothing that starts with us ends innocently. But, as they say, hindsight is twenty-twenty, and foresight is not our forte, if you catch my meaning.

“Merry Solstice!” said Hunter.

“Merry Solstice!” said I.

“What’s Solstice?” said Neesha.

And the innocence pretty much ended there. It’s hard to remember our exact reactions in the face of the grand horror that is Gerudo ignorance to our winter holiday. I think I might have shouted something about Blasphemy. I suspect Hunter might have stopped breathing. I think Neesha might have seen reflected in our horrified expressions the magnitude of the mistake she’d just made and attempted to make a break for it. The rest is a jumble of chasing her down the stairs until we each had one, flailing arm and had pinned her in a seat.

“Merry Solstice!” said Dad.

“Merry Solstice!” chimed Hunter and I.

“What are you doing to her?” said Bruiser as Neesha tried to kick us both in the head simultaneously and came pretty damn close to doing it.

Now, the thing to understand here is, that for the young and the young at heart, Solstice is only the biggest, most important holiday of the year. It’s bigger than birthdays, and that’s saying something. And Hunter and I were both young and young at heart (eighteen going on eight, forever and ever amen). And we both go a little insane at the holidays. We get it from Bruiser I think. He’s a big tough guy for most of the year, but once we start getting close to the Solstice…

As a matter of fact, right at the moment when he was demanding to know what we were doing to Neesha (because somehow, it’s always our fault), Neesha was making a face at the armloads of glittery, sparkly, gloriously tacky stuff both he and Dad carried and evidently trying to figure out what the Hell it was. Bruiser’s always the first one in the Market to decorate. Claims it’s good for business. We all know what it’s actually for, but none of us says anything because, as with most softies, Bruiser never reacts well to someone pointing out just how soft he is.

At any rate, the whole point of this is just to say that for my family (and at the time, I was still pretty new to the concept of family) Solstice is the biggest holiday of the year, and the fact that Neesha, who even then was becoming more and more hopelessly embroiled in our little reassembled clan, didn’t know what it was simply couldn’t be allowed.

“She doesn’t know Solstice?!” gasped Bruiser.

“She doesn’t know Solstice,” Hunter confirmed gravely.

“You’re all insane!” said Neesha.

Thus began the introduction of the Gerudo to Solstice – or at least, this Gerudo in particular. The only Gerudo with the unfortunate luck to have accidentally endeared herself to a family of Solstice-crazy Sheikah. Unless you count me, but I’m really only half Gerudo.

Solstice Lesson Number One: what is Solstice? Obviously, Solstice is the one day out of the whole year when everyone is happy and pleasant and generally acting out of positive, community-oriented motives instead of selfish or negative ones. It’s the day when we all come together to welcome back the sun and say a fond farewell to the winter, in the company of our loved ones and liked ones and sometimes even deeply hated ones. Solstice is when you give everyone who matters presents, and even a few who don’t. Solstice is when no matter where you go people are singing songs, and throwing snow, and for a brief, shining, wonderful day everyone gets to be eighteen-going-on-eight-forever-and-ever-amen.

Neesha seemed to be under the mistaken assumption that Solstice is merely the shortest day of the year.

“Blasphemy!” said Dad with a wide grin, obviously not taking this seriously enough.

“Can’t…breathe!” gasped Bruiser.

“You are what is wrong with this Kingdom,” Neesha snapped.

We held a family meeting right there to discuss the situation. It was pointed out that we still had a month to go until the actual Solstice, and that was plenty of time to initiate Neesha into the tradition, Gerudo or no.

“Never happen,” said Dad with a wisdom that can only have come from having married a Gerudo.

“Never say never,” said Hunter and Bruiser.

“Can I go now?” Neesha demanded.

Solstice Lesson One had not gone so well. Neesha now knew what Solstice was, but somehow our vivid, detailed descriptions had not melted her Gerudo heart and she was torn between laughing in our faces and running very, very far away. She settled for laughing in our faces, then running to the Palace where the Elite that still insisted on following me everywhere at that time were staying, likely hoping to find some semblance of sanity in the form of ten desert hardened warriors huddled in a pile of thick blankets and clutching hot chocolate mugs like their lives depend on it (all the while cursing the name of the only King in their history to ever drag them into Hyrule in the dead of winter).

And so began Solstice Lesson Two: the decorations. Anything spangly and sparkly, we told her. Greens and reds and icy blues and white. Anything with a snow theme, or a light theme, or a sparkly theme. It doesn’t matter what it is as long as it’s mostly tactless – things you’d never get away with displaying any other time of year are considered beautiful at Solstice, we told her. Cover the banisters and doorframes with them. String them from the roof and along the windows. Decorate the walls and the cupboards and the stove. Get out the Solstice placemats and cutlery, iron the Solstice curtains, dust off the Solstice ornaments. Cover every possible inch of space with symbols of merriment and cheer until you’re covered in glitter that won’t come off until spring.

“It’s beautiful,” said Hunter.

“Wonderful,” agreed Dad.

“Why this?” demanded Neesha sourly, staring with deep dismay at her stubbornly sparkling hands.

So Solstice Lesson Two had not had the desired effect. Apparently, the magic of Solstice, which turns a gaudy, horrible ornament into something beautiful and worthy of envy did not affect Neesha, who looked at our horrible, gaudy ornaments and saw horrible, gaudy ornaments and no amount of protest was going to convince her otherwise.

But there are two traits that run in my family, and the youngest generation (i.e. me and Hunter) have them in spades: stubbornness, and a refusal to accept the Gerudo’s continued insistence that they don’t want to be friends. And so, the Archery Shop having been glittered and sparkled up (triggering a sudden panic of decorating all over the market, since, after all, Bruiser is the official harbinger of the Solstice season), we moved on to Solstice Lesson Three: the good deeds.

If Solstice is a paragraph, we told Neesha, then the good deeds are the parentheses around it. Perhaps not the most grammatically astute of arguments, but it made sense to us at the time. There are a variety of reasons for doing good deeds. One of them is to make sure people think of you when they’re making up their presents list, of course, but if this is your only, or even your main reason then perhaps you need to sit back and revaluate your priorities as you’re missing the point of Solstice. The more important reasons include, because it’s nice and it makes you feel good, because it’s part of helping people through the longest night, and because it’s Solstice and that’s just what you do.

So we woke up bright and early (for once in our lives) and dragged Neesha out into the early morning cold. There are sidewalks that need to be shovelled, we told her. There are kittens in trees that need to be rescued! Groceries to be carried! Horses to be brushed! Roofs to be cleared! Wood to be cut! And little old ladies with an excess of hot chocolate to be shared!

“6 sidewalks, 2 kittens, 14 bags of groceries, 3 horses, 5 roofs, 8 piles of wood, and 15 cups of hot chocolate,” counted Hunter.

“Mmmm…hot chocolate,” I said.

“It seems to me that we are not, in fact, doing good deeds, but other people’s chores,” noted Neesha, hugging her mug instead of drinking it as all Gerudo do. “Also, I can’t feel my nose.”

And so, Solstice Lesson Number Three met with about as much success as Lessons One and Two, and a good deal more frostbite. What next, we asked each other? The answer was obvious. Solstice Lesson Four: the buying of gifts.

Step one, we told Neesha, you need a list. Write down everyone you like and everyone you think should receive a present from you. Then you have a friend proof-read it and make sure you haven’t missed anyone (deliberately or otherwise), or added someone you probably shouldn’t have, and also to make sure your list isn’t so long you will be bankrupt by the time all the presents are bought. So we sat down to write up our lists.

“Zelda, Malon, the Sages, the Generals, Dad, Uncle Bray, Bel, Mel, Thomas,” said Hunter, ticking them off on his fingers.

“Mido, the Know-it-all Brothers, the twins, the Deku Tree Sprout, the Elite, Talon, Ingo, Anju…” I added.

“Well I know who I’m not putting on the list,” said Neesha nastily, and proceeded to write down all those names but leave out mine and Hunter’s.

We exchanged our lists and started proofreading. We told Neesha that the great thing about Solstice is that you don’t have to get someone a present just because they got you a present. You only do it if you want to, so it was perfectly fine if she didn’t want to get Hunter and I a present, which took some of the wind out of her sails. Then Hunter and I argued about whether I was politically obligated to buy presents for the nobles I’d left off my list.

“But Eldrick’s a bastard,” I protested.

“Eldrick is a bastard,” Neesha agreed.

“Eldrick’s a bastard – but you still need to get him a present,” Hunter insisted.

Stage two of the buying of gifts, is, of course, the quest for the perfect gift for everyone on your list. Neesha seemed to brighten considerably at this part, which was cause for tentatively happy suspicion. Why, we wondered, after being so sullen and cranky about the whole thing up to this point, would Neesha spontaneously decide that perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all? And then it hit us.

“Did we say ‘acquire’?” Hunter asked dully.

“We meant ‘purchase or otherwise earn through completely legitimate, above board, will-not-get-you-thrown-in-jail means’,” I clarified.

“Well what the Hell’s the point then?!” Neesha cried, more frustrated than ever.

Undaunted, we dragged her out into the cold once more and we spent the next three days crawling all over the markets and shops of Hyrule, taking the Ocarina if required. We managed to find the perfect gift for everyone, excluding ourselves of course, that would have to be done in private. We even found the perfect gift for Eldrick: an authentic, gourmet Gerudo snack: dried leevers.

“You think he’ll like ‘em?” I asked with a wicked grin.

“I think if he doesn’t, we can accuse him of being unappreciative of a gift from a foreign dignitary and of offending the Gerudo race on the whole. Zelda might even have to issue a reprimand and demand a public apology,” Hunter answered, flashing his teeth.

“I thought you wanted to get him something bad,” Neesha pointed out, chewing on one of the leevers and missing the point entirely, which is a thing she does from time to time.

Lessons Number Five through Eight, covering everything from traditional (and less traditional) foods, to traditional (and less traditional) games, to traditional (and less traditional) songs, which turned into an argument that would have turned into a fist fight if it hadn’t been Solstice, over what turned out to be a rather crucial difference in the lyrics of the third verse of a particular song between the Sheikah and the Hylian versions, went roughly as well as you’d expect, based on the success rates of the previous lessons.

I have to admit, that even we, in our indefatigable determination were beginning to think maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe the Gerudo were immune to Solstice. Maybe it was the fact that they didn’t have snow, or their nights tended to be much kinder to them than their days, or they had their own entire culture that had nothing to do with our own and to expect them to place the same value on cultural touchstones from nations they had long been actively excluded from and opposed to and ostracized by was actually rather insensitive of us all around and not entirely within the Solstice spirit.

I mean, if even Hunter and I, the second- and third-most dedicated Solstice adherents (after Bruiser) couldn’t agree on the lyrics to the third verse of an ancient Solstice hymn, what were we doing, really, thinking we had any business pushing it as some kind of universal truth to be inherently understood, even by people who had never once in their lives been part of it?

I’m not gonna lie, this was a depressing line of thought.

“Is it possible we have been engaging in un-Solstice-like behaviour?” wondered Hunter, mournfully.

“To see the end of the longest night one must first survive its darkness,” mourned I, wonderingly.

“Can I go now?” said Neesha, without adverb.

We let her go, because what else could we do at that point. Then we took ourselves to the pub, because that seemed an appropriate place to attempt to drown our shame, and we did our best, I want that on the record, to stay morose and defeated. That felt like it would be appropriate. It’s just between the Solstice food, and the Solstice singing, and the traditional dances, and managing to con one table of rowdies to buy us a drink before the innkeeper caught on and cut us off for being too young for that nonsense (“They’d let us in Kakariko!” Hunter protested.

“They’d let you keep a cow in your house in Kakariko, that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea,” came the response, and neither of us had an answer to that) it was a little difficult to remain sombre.

Still, we thought, as we eventually sang our way back out of the inn and into the snow of the Marketplace, we had done our friend wrong, at Solstice of all times, and that was unacceptable. We had not approached this the right way at all. The goal, we agreed, should have been inclusion, not conversion, with the consent of the included. We just loved her so much, you see, and this celebration is all about loving people enough to share a candle with them through a very long night, and Neesha, more than anybody else in the world, deserved that light from us. We just focused on the wrong part of it.

And so, contrite, and righted in spirit, and perhaps just a little tipsy, as the shortest day ended and the longest night began, we headed back toward the Archery Shop and its precious, precious candles. And as we rounded the corner onto our street, we came upon a sight that made us stop and gasp.

The snow-coated street was lit as fiercely as an aurora, and at its epicentre, blazing with all the sparkling, glittering, gaudy beauty of a tacky, tasteless thing that is loved so fiercely it can’t help but shine, was the Archery Shop. There were people everywhere, candles in their hands, or lanterns, or small, magical flames, that danced and leapt and were passed from hand to hand, wick to wick, like something precious. Because of course, it was. The whole town must have been there. Everyone we had done chores for, a few who had done chores for us. People I recognized from the palace and the tavern and even the Ranch – I could see Malon and Talon and Ingo, who had made the trip all the way in from Lon Lon.

And more, there were the Sages. All of them. None of their usual retinue, this was not an official trip, then. Just a quick visit. And scattered among the crowd were the Elite. Amplissa and Aliza, making out in a way that caused me deep concern one of them was about to light the other’s scarf end on fire with her distracted handling of her candle. Indiga chatting with somebody I didn’t recognize like they were old friends, holding out her own candle to him when a stray snowball caught him in the shoulder and the wet shrapnel put his out. Bruiser and dad, moving through the crowd with trays full of hot chocolate and cookies and burn salve, Bruiser with a grin as wide as his shoulders, stopping often, chatting and laughing with a voice that filled whatever empty space the noisy crowd had left, knitting it all together tighter. Dad, shyer, still not used to crowds, still thinking of himself as a stranger here, but smiling kindly at folk and offering them a light from his lantern where one was needed.

And this was supposed to have been a relatively quiet Solstice for us, everyone had been busy with their own celebrations or a general sensible thought that maybe our little reassembled family needed quiet time to just exist for a while on its own, even I had maybe thought that and quiet was not my default mode, but somehow this was better, or not better, really, this was the same thing, just an extension of it, because they were here, these people I loved so much, and these people I liked so much, and these people I didn’t know that well but was already planning to be half in love with before the night was over. They were all here, and we were all together, and the longest night of the year had nothing at all on that.

“What--?!” managed Hunter.

“I don’t--!” gasped I.

“You guys look so ridiculous right now,” said Neesha, with deep self-satisfaction.

She had done this. After we let her go. She had gone to the palace and talked to the Gerudo and explained that the holiday was very strange, and had a lot of useless bits around it that she didn’t see the point of, but it mattered a lot to us, and so she thought maybe it would be good for them to come to the Shop and be part of it, because the candle part didn’t sound so bad, and Bruiser had promised food and he was a good cook. And then Indiga had suggested that maybe they should invite Zelda, since I was determined to be attached to her despite their misgivings. And Zelda had thought it was a grand idea, even though she still won’t tell me how it was presented to her, and Nayru, Farore and Din would I like to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation, and suggested that she might do some jumping around and collect the Sages if they were free, even just to pop in for a little bit before returning to their own celebrations at home. And at some point someone must have filled Dad and Bruiser in, because then they figured, well, if we’re having all those folk over, might as well go get the rest and make it A Proper Thing.

A Proper Solstice.

“You said Solstice is about family, so I went and got the rest of the family,” said Neesha.

“Guh,” said I, because I don’t really know how to spell the sound of me bursting into tears.

“Neesha of the Gerudo, you are hereby relieved of any duties relating to anyone’s emotions for the next three weeks for this incredible, amazing, perfect thing that you have done,” said Hunter, patting me gently on the back.

Pleased with this, and herself, Neesha turned to vanish into the crowd. But then she paused and hesitated, turning back to us briefly: “You’re still gonna give me real presents, though, right?” she asked. “Like material objects? Because I wasn’t opposed to that part. And I don’t even like most of these people, I just made them come for you.”

“Yes. We do presents at sunrise,” said Hunter gravely.

“Guuuuuuuh,” said I.

“Then Merry Solstice!” said Neesha.

And so, her light, metaphorical and all the more real for that, shared with those she loved best, Neesha’s first Solstice turned out to be my favourite of them all.

#loz rr #link #neesha #hunter #solstice #randombutloved #ask rose

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coffee-and-darkmoods · 3 years

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Neesha: I have to know something really important.. Miko: What is it? Neesha: I love you and I know the boys love you too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Miko: I'd be honored to live life with you and the boys. I love you and them too. Is that all that you wanted to know? Neesha: Yes, thank you.

#ts4 gameplay #live for something legacy

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stitch1830 · 3 years

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Hey! I might have asked this already, but got distracted and now don't remember whether I sent it or not. Better safe than sorry so here it is (again); would you mind doing prompts 3 and 21 for Maiaang? "Cute Babies, Obnoxious Boyfriends" was really enjoyable and made me interested in more!

Hello! Thank you for the ask (and your patience lol. These prompts piled up quick!) Glad you liked the last prompt I did with them. This is the 2nd/3rd time I've written for this pair, so hopefully it fits the bill! Thanks again for the ask, and hope you have a great day! :)

#21 - "This isn't like you"

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Maiaang - #3 - “They are just like you”

Mai was looking forward to a relaxing evening after such a busy morning.

But apparently her husband didn’t get the memo.

She barely took two steps into their home before she was confronted by Aang, who had their twins Neesha and Shai in his grasp. Guilty looks were etched on the four-year-olds faces, and Aang looked surprisingly stern.

“Can this wait til after dinner?” Mai sighed.

“Sorry, but no.”

Another sigh left the woman’s mouth, but she waved her hand and urged Aang to continue.

“Our little troublemakers thought it would be a good idea to use our living room walls for target practice.”

Mai raised an eyebrow at Aang, then looked down at the twins to see their expressions, and then up to view her walls.

And yes, Aang was right. They did use their walls as target practice.

Normally Mai would feign indifference, but this time, she felt the urge to probe further. She glanced down at her children and asked, “Did you get better?”

“Mai!” Aang yelled.

“It’s an honest question, Aang,” she replied, smirking. “So? Do we have a new marksman and a markswoman in our household?”

The twins gave each other nervous looks, but then they shrugged their shoulders. “Better than we were yesterday,” Neesha replied.

“I’m better than Neesha.”

“Are not!”

“Yes I am!”

“Shai, you nearly took out Mother’s lamp after we’d been throwing our knives for an hour.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Mai interrupted. “Go wash up for dinner.”

“Wait a second, Mai—”

The twins wiggled out of Aang’s grasp before further protests could be made, and Aang gave an exasperated look to Mai.

“You couldn’t just help me punish them?”

Mai waved her hand again. “It’s just the walls, we can fix them later.”

Aang lovingly shook his head at his wife. “They are just like you, you know that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She smirked.

“Pretty sure you were tossing knives at our headboard in our bedroom last week, no?”

“There was already a gash there, wasn’t like I was making more holes.”

“Either way, they’re your knife throwing babies, you get to punish them.” Aang gave her a kiss on the cheek then left Mai to start up dinner. But Mai stayed in the room for a moment, crossing her arms and marveling at the handiwork of her children.

Not bad, she thought. They’ll be experts in no time.

#maiaang #atla #mai #aang #mai and aang #quote writing prompts #part 4 #my asks #thanks for the ask!#they would be an interesting domestic couple lol #but I vibe with the vibe #lol #poor aang is trying to be stern #mai is just like #keep throwing until you've got it down pat #*aang shakes his head*

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rosezemlya · 3 years

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In The Return, Link's Heart of Hearts says that, "There are infinite number of realities, with infinite number of Hunters, and Neeshas, and Malons… but there is only one you. Or there *was* but that's another problem entirely, and not one for today." and I always wondered what he meant by that? (I know this is a big throwback here so if there isn't an answer or it relates to something we don't know about, then feel free to ignore it!) c:

There is DEFINITELY an answer to it, which I DEFINITELY won’t share right now because spoilers. :) I will say it won’t be covered in Reconciliations.

There are currently two possible avenues for covering it on my list of Stories To Write. One is in progress, though I’m not sure whether it will get there and it will only be setup/foreshadowing if it does. The fuller avenue is my original plan to cover it in a third story taking place after Reconciliations, and making RR and trilogy instead of a duology. But I’m not sure how likely that is given how much I still have to do in Rec and how long that’s taking me.

Either way, I promise that if I decide not to pursue the idea to a full reveal after Rec, I will find some other way of making sure the question is answered for everybody!

#loz rr #Anonymous

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pheita · 3 years

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Shadow Play Part 18

So Sojan and Arritit are now guests of Lyran? Oh boy, this is going to be wild, right? Especially with the tension between Sojan and Lyran. So of course, Sojan tries to avoid Lyran as much as he can, especially when waiting is all you can do.

And no warnings for this one again. If I missed something let me know.

@ashen-crest @adie-dee @abalonetea @cometworks @vivian-is-writing @viskafrer

Patience was something that Sojan could only muster under certain circumstances, for example when cooking and baking, or when he was traveling and had to be patient until he was in the next settlement. But waiting for the enemy to make his move was not in Sojan's nature at all. He didn't have to worry about moving into Lyran's house, that would be taken care of by the staff, and so there was nothing left for him to do for the day but to look for a distraction. A little aimlessly, he strolled down the street toward the hunters' guild. His silent hope that one of the hunter friends had an assignment he could join was also immediately fulfilled when he saw Neeshah step out into the street, clad in armor and armed. She just shook her head. "Sojan, Sojan, Sojan, if I didn't know better, I might think you were stalking me." "Don't worry, I'm just bored," he replied with a laugh. "Feel like taking down some water terrors? A few of the critters have taken up residence on the outer edge of town, where Thykedi's Tear has a bulge."

Sojan had to think for a moment where she meant. The lake was the end of the Napagros River, and toward the mountains there was a branch of some sort. "They must have come through the river, but why are they making their way there?" "There's a new farming settlement going up," Neesha explained, gesturing for him to come along. "Which means easy prey for them." What it would mean for the city in the long run, with Putrivine, Water Terrors and Harpies fighting over prey, he preferred not to imagine. "I see you're thinking the same thing I am." "We'd better finish them off quickly." "It's not know out. It's an hour's walk." "That's pretty damn close to town." Neeshah just nodded thoughtfully. "That worries me, too. This year the monsters are especially brazen. It's almost like they're attracted to something." Sojan snorted. He had a faint inkling where this was coming from, since it would now be the third year in a row that the monsters were multiplying so much. The skeptical look on his companion's face did not escape him. "I have an idea why." "Will you fill me in?" "I'll have to ask Arritit or Mother first if my suspicions could be right. They are the ones who know about herbs and magic. I only know what I need to know to survive outside." She laughed softly to herself and just shook her head. "I'm afraid I know where that leads. Which in turn leads me to another question." "Always out with it." Neeshah's silence irritated Sojan at first, but then he saw the yellow roofs of the Golden Cage. His mood darkened as he thought of what was going on there. Even as far as Stamsa'gonil, the Golden Cage was known, and the news had spread just as far that every attempt by King Mendis to close this poor example of a brothel had been unsuccessful because too many nobles and wealthy townsfolk opposed it. A sideways glance told him that Neeshah thought similarly. He wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't tempted to torch the Golden Cage single-handedly every time. They walked the end of the street in silence until they met the main road out of town. Neeshah took a deep breath and let her shoulder joints roll. "This building..." "I know, but you had a question?" Just like Sojan, Neeshah was glad of another topic. "Did the other night have the effect you were hoping for?" He couldn't help but laugh at that. "Oh, yes, it did. I was right about it being Lyran." "The man has damn good self-control," Neeshah laughed with him. "You can say that again." She reached out and stopped Sojan with a thoughtful expression. "Wait a minute..." "What is it?" Sojan looked around, but there was no hint of danger. His gaze went back to Neeshah, who was grinning broadly. "You're interested in him." "Yeah, but it doesn't change anything," he sighed with a roll of his eyes. "What doesn't it change?" She took her arm away, and they continued walking slowly. Gradually, you could see from the changes in the houses that the residents here didn't have as much money and had simpler lifestyles. "Even though he tempts me, it doesn't mean I act on it. He's married, professional, and besides, we're allies now." "You'll have to explain about allies." "That's going to take a little longer. I think that's the appropriate story for a break after we finish the water terrors." She nodded, still the thoughtful expression on her face. "I'm curious about that story."

#writblr #writing #sojan au #part 18 #fantasy

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