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haradasaya · 6 months

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The Swan Princess (Chapter 3)

The Swan Princess, a Redacted Audio retelling of Swan Lake CW: Fem!Lovely, Fem!ListenerCharacter

Vincent and Sam took their time to re-equip their horses before heading off into the woods, bows slung over one shoulder, and a quiver of silver tipped arrows over the other. These woods were known for being home to all kinds of creatures—mystical and common alike. There had been plenty of times the trio of friends had gone racing after an elk, or a moose, sure that they could take the beast down if they worked together.

There were also many times that Sam had needed to practice his healing magic to stop potentially fatal wounds from killing the prince or princess after said adventures. By the time they’d all grown older, it had become much easier for the three of them to actually hunt cohesively, as more of a team than as three self-proclaimed invincible children. Those had been the days too—those long weekends spent camping underneath a blanket of stars. It was hard not to be nostalgic while hunting within the same woods. Especially since neither of them had been back since Lovely’s death.

“It seems nothing wants to risk its hide today.” Sam said, glancing around the woods once more for a sign of brown fur or bright feathers. They’d seen several small squirrels or bluebirds within the trees, but nothing larger—certainly nothing worth their arrows.

“I know we used to hunt here often, but I didn’t think we’d run the place dry.” Vincent scoffed.

“Yeah. Been more than a year since we been back. You’d think something would be running around here by now; even a baby somethin’.”

Vincent nodded once, inhaling deep in an attempt to calm his nerves. “You don’t think there’s something else out there, do you?”

Sam chuckled. “What, like the bear we couldn’t take down on your birthday that one year?”

Vincent smiled back. “Who knows, maybe it remembered us, and is getting revenge by chasing away all the animals?”

Sam paused, sliding off the saddle of his horse. “I think if that bear wanted revenge, it wouldn’t protect the other creatures o’ the forest; it’d just come after us.”

Vincent followed suit, sliding off the saddle and gripping the reins in his hand. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

The two walked through the brush for a short while, hoping that their weight off the horses’ backs wouldn’t make their breathing so heavy, and some animals would feel safe enough to come out. Before they knew it, they found themselves at the slope of the deep valley said to hold mystical creatures never before seen by human eyes. Neither spoke the words, but one look between them said they’d be willing to take their chances with a mystical beast should they encounter one, rather than coming up empty in the woods they’d already rode through.

The horses were skittish at first, not too keen on taking the trip down the inclined path. It wasn’t incredibly steep—for a human, anyway, but after a few unsuccessful attempts to goad the horses down the hill, the boys retraced their steps, and tied them up on a tree branch easily visible from the slope.

Vincent went first, eager to see what kind of mythical creatures lived within the forest of fable; hoping there were things like deer with huge horns and giant hooves, or fowl the size of an ox. Sam only laughed at the wild imagination of his friend, offering instead things like fae, five-tailed foxes, or even a unicorn.

“We won’t be shootin’ a unicorn, even if we see one. Don’t get too excited.”

Vincent offered a small, fake pout. “Well fine, I don’t want to take home a kill either then.”

Sam playfully hit his friend on the shoulder, sending the boy stumbling for his footing when they heard a ruffling of feathers only a few paces away. They had found themselves close to the shore of a marvelous lake, one that shone the reflected light of the setting sun. Vincent did his best to stand back up as quietly as he could, afraid even a snapped twig would scare off the creature.

Sam stood behind him as they both peeked out from behind the large tree where they had found themselves.

“It’s a swan!” Vincent whispered, the enthusiasm clearly evident in his tone.

“Look at how beautiful it is.” Sam commented, mesmerized by the sight. “Those feathers—they’re almost… glowing.”

The two boys looked on, before Vincent pulled an arrow from his quiver, notching it into place on the bowstring. Sam gripped his hand, stopping him from taking aim.

“Wait. Something feels wrong about this.”

Vincent scoffed at his friend. “I don’t know about you, Sammy, but I want a kill to take home to my father, so that he at least doesn’t think I’m a failure of a hunter before he chops off my head for running away again. I’m getting the damn bird.”

Sam tried to catch Vincent’s eye, but the prince was honed in on his potential prize.

“Besides… that sun is steadily dropping. If I don’t go after it now, I’ll miss my chance entirely.”

Sam still didn’t like the idea, a strange presence washing over him as he stood there, watching the bird float quietly along the surface of the water. “Alright Vince. Just make it quick. I’m getting a feeling like we shouldn’t be here.”

Vincent drew back his bow, the metal arms creaking with the stretching of the bowstring. “Don’t worry Sammy, we’ll be outta here right—”

He steadied his aim, slowly releasing his breath from his lungs as he tightened his diaphragm, strengthening his core, and with a simple flick of his fingers, fired the arrow…

…wide. It hit the water with a hard twick! sound, scaring the poor bird from its comfortable position on the lake, before flapping feathery wings and taking off in the other direction.

“—now.”

Sam laughed at how bad the shot had been. “I thought she trained you better than that.”

Vincent only huffed again, grabbing another arrow and notching it before starting after the swan. “Not all of us can have perfect shots like her!” He called out as he raced off after it, Sam following shortly behind. The golden rays of the sun cascaded down through the trees, bathing the world in either radiant light or stark shadow. The swan ducked in and out of his sight, flying behind the trees but remaining close to the shore of the great lake before them. Vincent fired off arrow after arrow, hoping to hit it in flight, but his aim hadn’t improved in the slightest. Sam was still hesitant to fire his bow, unsure why he felt so uneasy about attacking the poor creature.

Eventually, the swan dove into a patch of cattails and sedges, evading the men’s sight.

“Damnit!” Vincent huffed, hurriedly scanning the plants for any sign of those marvelous white feathers. “Where’d the damn thing go?”

Sam huffed, trying to catch his breath from all the running they’d done. This section of the lake was cut off by an inland patch of land that seemed to wind between the plants, while the shore of the lake continued in the same direction from where they had just come. Hiding well enough in the sedges, the swan could have gone either direction completely unnoticed.

“Okay, okay wait. I can see that his little patch of land goes almost completely around this section. I’ll head this way, and you stay along the shore, see if we can’t find it. If you see anything, let me know, alright?”

Sam huffed a few more times, before sucking in a large gulp of air. “You got it, captain.”

Vincent turned away from his friend, convinced he’d be able to find the bird before the last of the sun disappeared beyond the rising valley walls above them. On this side of the lake, opposite to where the sun was setting, were the few remaining rays of sunlight. From his position, Vincent could see the slope where they’d entered the valley, and their horses were tiny specks of color against the green and brown treeline. He hadn’t expected to have gone so far away from his horse, but he was close now, and wouldn’t leave without his trophy.

He sunk low into a crouch, hoping that the lower angle would help him to see through the tall brush.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white, and then it vanished. He paced forward, crawling as silently as he could manage… until the swan came back into his sights. It had moved towards the outward edge of the plants, and was headed for the center of the lake. His arrow was already notched into his bowstring, and as silently as he was able, pulled the bow taut in his hands. He watched it move for a few silent moments, noting its odd behavior as it seemed to look around for any more signs of danger.

What an odd thing for an animal to do, he thought. By this time, almost the entire valley was bathed in shadow, and the creature, thinking itself safe, pressed out of the grass. Vincent wouldn’t have a clearer shot than he did right now. His sights were honed into the backside of the bird, and with a single arrow, he could have his prize.

It was then that the rest of the sunlight lifted off the lake to his right, and a slow, whirring whisper filled the air. Before his very eyes, a smoke of red and black and blue whirled in the air around the swan, and he stood up from his squat as he watched this dark magic change the form of the animal right before his very eyes. He couldn’t help his mouth falling open as the figure that emerged from the mist slowly became more and more familiar.

The frill at the bottom of the dress in this purple color that Vincent knew, above that a similar set of frills in white and lilac, leading up to a cinched waist in creme and purple. He knew that dress. It was the same dress that he’d marveled at the craftsmanship of while on his love the day she was set to return to her own kingdom for the summer—the dress she had worn the day of her accident. His eyes wandered further upward, toward the long golden chain on her neck, a small glowing stone on the end; and finally upon the face of the woman who had moments ago been a magnificent swan.

The woman’s eyes remained closed for a moment while the rest of the magic faded away, but when she opened her eyes, Vincent and her gazes’ locked, and the whole world went silent.

“...Lovely?”

The girl’s eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth to speak…

…and promptly fell into the deep water beneath her.

Vincent’s brain took another second to register what had happened, but when he realized that Lovely was literally drowning in the lake, he immediately took off into the water after her. When he finally couldn’t touch the ground beneath his feet, he swam as fast as he could out to her flailing form.

The instant his hand gripped her arm, he knew that it was her. Lovely was a lot of things, but a strong swimmer was not one of them. Wearing such a large dress wouldn’t have made it any easier, either, but Vincent still pulled her towards the shore with all his might.

Eventually, he was able to touch ground again, and he gave a final, mighty pull towards himself, where he was finally able to see the face of the girl that he loved before him; hair plastered to her face, devoid of any of her traditional makeup, but still beautiful all the same.

“Lovely, is that really you?” He asked as he pulled her into his chest, still walking backwards towards the shore as he did so.

The girl couldn’t look him in the face, instead pressing her forehead to her fists, pressed against his chest, heaving with every step that he took. Was she alright? Why couldn’t she look at him? Vincent hadn’t been wrong, could he? This was his Lovely? He had seen her face and dress so clearly, it had to be her.

So why was she hiding her face? Vincent finally sloshed his way into a shallow yet somewhat flat area, where he was able to set Lovely down, hoping that he’d be able to get a good look at her face. She continued to hide her face from him, turning and facing back out towards the water the first moment that she was able.

Vincent stood speechless, arms outstretched in question and shock. “Lovely?”

The girl let her hands slowly fall to her sides, still facing away. She took a few deep breaths, seeming to calm her heart as she turned, slowly, towards Vincent, who was only a few paces away.

Her hand was gripping the amulet that he’d gifted her—the one that had glowed when she’d… transformed. Everything was still so confusing, so alarming. How was she here? How was he here? The words wouldn’t come, not for the longest time.

“Hello, Vincent.”

Those two words were all that he needed to hear before the world came crashing down around him. It was her, she was here, she was ALIVE! Before he knew it, tears had overflowed from his eyes, and he began to sob, body wracked with all of the emotions he hadn’t let himself feel for a year—and then on top of it all, that none of it had been true at all! She was alive!

When he finally gained enough breath to speak, his words were still wet and mumbled but he managed to ask, “How is this possible? Is it–is it really you?”

Lovely smiled, that beautiful smile that he loved so much. “It’s me, I’m… I’m here.”

He hiccuped again, still in complete disbelief, before opening his arms and closing the distance between them, her meeting him in the middle.

Well, almost the middle. Lovely came at the poor boy with so much force that she ended up knocking him backward into the water below, her arms wrapped snugly around his neck to keep them pressed chest to chest against the other. When Vincent sat up, and after he’d shaken the water from his hair and his eyes, his gaze met her loving one, and passion and habit overtook his limbs. He pulled her into his arms quicker than she could take in a breath, laughing at the tightness and the suddenness and the simpleness of it all around them.

Vincent breathed in the scent of her skin just above her neckline, right in the crook of her neck where he’d liked to lay his head all that time ago. Lovely pressed her face into the space between his chin and his jaw, places that she’d peppered kisses all those times in the small moments when they’d snuck away for time alone. She was still his flower, duty before passion, as they’d both said all those times.

Now felt so far away and yet so close to those moments. It was so incredibly intimate that neither wanted to let go. Vincent couldn’t stop his tears. Lovely couldn’t contain her joy.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” He whispered against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the freckle over he shoulder, the one he’d kissed so many times before. “I thought I’d lost you.”

Lovely finally pulled back, enough to see his face, to hold his cheeks beneath her hands and whisper her reply. “I never gave up hope that you’d come find me.”

Vincent smiled through his tears, taking a hold of the back of her head and pulling her in, pressing his lips firmly against hers. This was his validation of reality. This worked better than a pinch to his ribs, better than a whack to the back of his head to prove this was happening. He kissed her with the passion of a dying man, one given the chance at a second life inside the embrace of his love. He withdrew for a breath, but returned instantly, missing her for even the half a second he’d spent apart. He chuckled at the sensation of her breath against his nose, feeling how soft it was, even after all this time—just as he remembered. Oh how he’d missed the feeling of her lips against his, missed the passion that danced between them when their bodies were pressed together like this. Oh how he’d missed Lovely. His best friend. His Queen.

When the two finally pulled away, Lovely couldn’t stop smiling. Vincent, the love-stuck fool that he was, couldn’t either. He stood, offering his hand to get her out of the chilling water. By now, the sun had set even over the distant mountains beyond this valley, and though the air was warm from the hot summer day, being completely drenched did nothing to help the chill that rolled over their skin as they exited the water.

“Lovely, I still can’t believe that it’s you. You–you must tell me everything,” He demanded, gripping her hands in his own, “how did you end up here? How did you do that thing with the magic and the smoke and the… turning into a swan? Why have you–”

Lovely pressed a finger over his lips to silence him. “In due time, my love. I will answer all of your questions.” Her face fell dark, the smile slipping slowly from her lips. “But there is a danger here. I must ensure that tonight is not a night that he will appear. He’ll kill you if he sees you here with me–”

Vincent blinked many times in a row, trying to comprehend all that she was saying. “Wait, if who appears? Lovely, what are you talking about?”

The princess quickly scanned the surrounding area, eyes darting quickly between trees and over the lake and even beyond that into the distance as much as could be seen. Vincent still didn’t understand what she meant, but it slowly became clearer the longer she went about scanning her surroundings. “Lovely, who did this to you?”

She looked into his eyes, pleading with him to simply obey her wish. “Please, we must make sure it’s safe first.”

When he tried to protest, she shook her head, stopping his words. “Soon, my love. I promise, soon.”

Vincent wasn’t happy to agree, but he did, taking her outstretched hand and following her through the treeline just past the end of the beach, until they were at a place on the complete opposite side of the lake from where he’d entered from—if he remembered right, anyway. She took him to the little hovel carved into the hill and a tree trunk that she’d come to call home for the past year. It wasn’t much, and to be honest she was ashamed to show him the dismal place she’d been forced to stay, but she also wouldn’t hide anything from him. And besides, things were going to get better. Her prince had come for her—he’d come to save her, just like princes always did. She was going to be okay.

She sat him down, cross-legged on the ground within the safety of her hovel, and took his hands in hers, studying his face after so long apart. She vowed to never forget a single detail from today onward. “So, my love. What do you want to know first?”

#redacted lovely #redacted vincent #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted william #redacted adam #sayas ramblings #i love them #sayas swan lake au #swan lake #swan lake au

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shika-the-satyr · 2 years

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Discourse for Shika? Apart from people calling her "overpowered" because she can reduce people to ash, it's who would be the 3rd in any poly ship with her and Alastor---calling whatever trio "Deerly Beloved" @the-fallen-hospitaller

for OCs: what fandom discourse would there be surrounding my character if they were canon?

// Oh absolutely. If the character is female they tend to be 'criticized' a lot harsher, and I can 100% see people claiming that she's overpowered, completely ignoring her clear weaknesses and shortcomings. Shika is strong and dangerous, but she's certainly not invincible. And the weakness isn't obscure either. its silver. Not hard to find or get... or to find out. Its a CLASSIC fae weakness.

The second part though... god I love that. 'Deerly Beloved' Thats just perfect. Everyone is arguing who should be the third in any poly ship... forgetting that there doesn't HAVE to be a limit. All of them. No lie, if Shika was given the chance she would romance an entire village worth of people.

( @the-fallen-hospitaller )

#all knowledge is good knowledge #ooc

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clockworkrosea · 4 years

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911, what’s your emergency? (2)

→ summary: they were dangerous. she knew that, and yet, she continues to hunt them. and this? this is her retribution.

→ pairings: jeon jungkook/fem!reader, kim namjoon/oc

→ tw: blood, kidnapping, needles, mentions of the mafia, continue to check warnings on each chapter pls.

→ a/n: alright this one is significantly longer nice. quick explanation for my oc being in there: i wanted to explore the dynamics with a female leader. if y’all have more questions abt the oc feel free to send asks!! i like responding to people and i know my writing can be confusing lmao. finally, all my respect goes to 911 operators and emergency responders, your work is incredibly hard and the title is not meant to demean that in any way.

→ wc: 1.8k

→ disclaimer: this is not an accurate depiction of bts and anyone else mentioned in this fic. this is also not an accurate depiction of seoul’s police department, government, and any other institutions mentioned in this fic.

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Sejin wasn’t totally sure how Y/N had gotten their location, but he trusted Namjoon and Hannah. They were smart, and if Y/N was going to witness something he was sure it wouldn’t be enough to do anything to them. Bang PD also approved it, so hopefully nothing would really go wrong.

Instead of returning to his desk, he decided to go talk to his friends. Sejin signed out of the police precinct, supposedly heading home for the day.

Their house was a little far off from the main city, so Sejin first stopped at a small convenience store to grab some snacks and a bottle of water. The trip had never been an enjoyable one, as it wasn’t easy to find something so carefully hidden from the public.

Sejin arrived in two and a half hours.

“Sejin! You didn’t text any of us?" Jungkook exclaimed as he opened the door. The youngest was usually the most energetic, eyes bright and happy. Sejin smiled slightly, exhaustion clear in his eyes.

“I was busy, the investigation is picking up some speed.” Sejin says, stepping into the house. It’s loud, as usual, but it seemed that most of the noise was centralized. At least it wouldn’t be hard to ask them, before they supposedly went out. Jungkook nodded solemnly before he directed Sejin towards where they were probably sitting.

They were all gathered together, arguing over a movie they’d watched.

Looking at them, no one would have ever guessed they were deadly killers, the forces behind the most powerful mafia in Seoul. They seemed far too normal for that. He stood awkwardly against the doorframe, unsure what to do.

Namjoon and Hannah, both as observant as ever, noticed him quickly. They motioned him over, pointing to an open space on the couch. He walked over, dropping his bag next to his feet.

“I suppose our darling investigator is attending?” Hannah says, ignoring the commotion in the room. Namjoon stayed quiet, opting to simply smile at him instead. Sejin nods, suspicions confirmed. They’d masterminded Y/N’s discovery of their location, and they’d effectively stopped the whole operation against them.

“All of you are going? It’s not important, is it?” Sejin can’t help worrying about their safety. They’ve come so far from where he first seen them, so much so that it would be devastating for them to be caught now. Yet, they didn’t seem worried, almost as if they thought they were invincible.

In some ways, they really are.

“It’s a little important, I guess. Either way, it doesn’t really matter. She won’t be going back.” Namjoon speaks, and Sejin could have been terrified of the switch in Namjoon’s behaviour. He smiles quietly, settling down.

They have a little time before they all have to leave for the Incheon docks. Sejin relishes the little time he has with his friends. It isn’t often he sees them like this. Jungkook can laugh freely, Jimin finally smiles, and none of them are burdened with the weight of their past.

Then the clock hit 9pm, and they changed.

Namjoon and Hannah, ever the vigilant leaders, stood up and silenced the room. They slowly filed out of the room, still chatting animatedly. Sejin followed them out, waving goodbye as he walked back towards his own car.

They drove out to the Bukseong docks, one of their favourite spots for meetings. It was relatively open, but sheltered enough for them to feel comfortable.

Meanwhile, Y/N had headed home too. She’d been confident earlier, but anxiety was rapidly creeping in. She hadn’t known Sejin for long, so she knew nothing about him. Whether or not he was trustworthy was a large question mark.

Y/N set herself to work, getting her mind off her future task.

Before she realized it, the clock hit nine pm. The two hours had passed quickly, her distractions apparently working. Her anxiety decided to spike, forcing Y/N to sit right back down for a minute while she recovered. As soon as she’d managed to start breathing again, she grabbed her prepped bag and headed out the door.

It didn’t take her long to arrive at Bukseong, and it’d only taken her a couple minutes to find a suitable area for her to keep watch. She’d found her way onto a shack-like building situated right behind a building. Y/N had made sure she couldn’t be seen, but she could still hear the conversation and see most of the site.

The soft colours of the setting sun were a calming backdrop for what she would witness.

Y/N tensed as she heard the tell-tale sounds of cars approaching. Judging by the amount she could hear, she assumed this wasn’t Bangtan. From what she’d gathered, this was the other mafia, but she didn’t recognize them.

She decided not to look out yet. Her investigation was on BTS, not whoever this was, so it wouldn’t be good if her position was discovered so quickly. As far as she knew, cops weren’t taken too kindly, even if they were working for the mafia.

Around 10 minutes later, she could hear the soft rumble of two cars pulling up. Y/N finally decided to look out slightly, careful to keep her balance so she wouldn’t fall off the roof.

Two black SUVs were lined up. First to step out are both from the first car. A man in his mid-20s with silver hair, and a woman, also in her mid-20s and black hair, are the two. These are the leaders, Y/N notes. Even from where she’s hidden, she can feel the air of confidence and sheer power they exude.

Three other members exited from the same car. The first one had brown hair and the other two both had black. Automatically, Y/N tensed when she spotted the leaders whispering to the other two. The brown-haired one had glanced around quickly, surveying the area. As his eyes seemed to pass over her, she took a deep breath to calm herself.

From the other car, the remaining four members exit. In the quartet, two have black hair, while two have blonde hair. Y/N grimaced, realizing that despite the year she’d spent on this case, she couldn’t really identify or name any of them. To be fair, neither could anyone else, but that still got on her nerves.

How could it not? She’d been so invested for so long.

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts as the groups began approaching each other. She had a better view of the Bangtan members now, so she decided to take the time to examine each one.

From where she’s sat, she could hear bits and pieces of the discussion. It isn’t exactly clear what everyone’s names are, but she picked up the name Namjoon and Hannah. The female was obviously Hannah, but it’d be a wild guess as to who Namjoon was.

The leaders, Hannah and the silver-haired man, were standing in the middle. Hannah was the shortest out of all of them, although that wasn’t saying much considering they all were tall. She had long, flowing, black hair, and she was dressed pristinely. She’d only managed to spot semi-formal clothing before Hannah had turned away from her, and she could only tell she was wearing a beige trench coat with black jeans.

The other one, the man she'd dubbed simply dubbed “silver hair,” was similarly dressed. Beige trench coat, and as far ar Y/N could tell, all black clothing. His hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, the silver color heavily accentuated by the full moon. There wasn’t much Y/N would be able to distinguish about him if she ever saw him on the streets. Anyone could have silver hair, and she hadn’t seen anything before they’d turned away.

The three from the first car had ended up standing off to the same side. They were obviously relaxed, although the brown-haired one kept glancing around, giving Y/N a slight view of his face. He had high cheekbones, and his eyes were surprisingly soft. She unconsciously split his face into two halves: the top half, which radiated a kind soul, and the bottom half, signs of a hardened criminal.

From where she was sitting, the last three members were slightly obscured by the building. With the dark clothes and black hair, Y/N wasn’t sure she’d be able to distinguish anything anyways. With that, she refocused on the conversation, not noticing that there was only 7 members standing there, rather than the 8 that had arrived.

It was chaotic in the drive to the docks. Yoongi had lost track of how many times he’d threatened the trio that he would crash their very expensive car. Namjoon and Hannah would kill him, but it was probably worth it. They were fighting over who’d get to sneak off, although it had already been determined it was going to be Jungkook. Sometimes Yoongi would look in the mirror and he’d be surprised he still looked his age.

It wasn’t much better in the other car. The duo had been barely managing to keep everyone calm inside their car. Hannah had long since tuned out whatever they were now fighting over, instead opting to take a nap. Imagine her surprise when she’s woken up by Hoseok, who was complaining a little loudly about how his hair was messed up. Silently, she turned around, roughly brushing his hair back to its original position.

Everyone had spotted the sparkling sea, and they'd subsequently sobered up dramatically. Both cars had quickly fallen silent, despite the sound from before.

Hannah and Namjoon had stepped out first. She'd proceeded to nudge Hoseok, whispering about finding the investigator. Once they’d noticed the slight movement of someone behind a building, Hoseok motioned for Jungkook to move.

Neither Hannah nor Namjoon were paying much attention to the conversation. It wasn’t that important, as the main goal of this meeting was to get the investigator, not do any important deal. Namjoon kept an eye out for Jungkook in the shadows, carefully watching for his movement.

Y/N reaches for her phone as the world darkens around her.

Jungkook later admitted that she was cute. At the present moment however, he’s annoyed that he’s been selected for this honor. As strong as he was, it wasn’t easy to drag dead weight. He managed, though it was with no small amount of cursing.

Yoongi’s car was chosen, since they had one more space, and they technically had the stronger members. So Jungkook dropped her in the middle seat, and Taehyung bound her hands and feet together tightly. Jimin put a cloth to the wound at her head, stopping the blood from flowing onto the seats.

Before they arrived at their house, Jungkook had to anesthetize her, since they weren’t really supposed to cause permanent damage. They placed her in the White Room, waiting for her to wake up.

→ a/n: the white room is basically a holding cell that they call the white room ironically, cause it’s literally never white. also if u wish to be tagged simply ask, but i’m not sure this series is good enough reEe. feel free to ask any questions, this chapter had a lot of pov switches.

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lins-fandom-hub · 4 years

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a friend’s demise

Boring title, I know.

@dat-silvers-girl and I talked through a potential alternate storyline in my MC’s multiverse, which I decided to write out in hopes of serving her character justice. Hearing about both of her game plays being banned by JC made me seriously angry, and there’s nothing more I would want to do than at least put out there how angry and empty I felt. But at the same time she had the idea and brought it up to me, so it’s perfect.

So this is for her.

This story takes place in Rowan Khanna’s POV.

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The explosion still rang in my ears amidst the present solemn silence.

I glanced through dry eyes at my best friend wounding a long piece of pale lilac ribbon through her fingers, twisting it tightly to the thinness of a thread, relaxing the material when the strain was too tight. Through the fuggy film of her glasses I could see her red puffy eyes, the spark of life and joy now absent. Her ponytail, messily done in the morning before the funeral, now dangled limply near the end of her black hair—and I knew I couldn’t blame her for looking like a cold, empty zombie. No one would have known how quickly they would lose a friend.

“She didn’t have to go,” Clara muttered thickly, clearing her throat to rid it of the phlegm. “She had no reason to.”

I didn’t know the deceased as well as she did, and I could only imagine how she was feeling right now. I only remember tutoring her a few times in Potions and Transfiguration when she was struggling for the past few years. I’ve seen her with Clara a few times, though. They even played against each other in Quidditch once or twice overall—Clara as a Chaser for Gryffindor, and she as a Beater for Hufflepuff.

Sarahi Silvers. That was the name I caught on the jersey; that was also the name I caught on her gravestone.

“I don’t understand, Rowan,” Clara finally said, dropping her hands and turning to me. “All my plans were solely for Ben and Merula’s ears—how did you even remotely catch wind of what we were up to? And why did you follow me? Why did she follow me?”

It hurt to see the hurt in her eyes, the anger flashing in the tears that boiled at the brim, and I shook my head numbly.

“I hope you don’t get mad at me,” I murmured after another long stretch of awkward tense silence. “But I had a good reason for following you—I just can’t explain about her—”

“At least tell me why you did what you did first. I only kept ‘R’ a secret from you so that you would be safe!” Clara shouted. “The lesser people involved, the better off we all will be, right?”

“Remember that day at the train station, Clara? The day we went to get love potion ingredients so you could make the trade for an invisibility cloak?” I reminded her. “I told you that I wanted to do the right thing, and worrying about you and caring about you was the right thing. So when Charlie ended up telling me everything about ‘R’, I had to know that you weren’t getting into anything that would cost you your life.”

“But you’re not invincible either, Rowan! If anything, you could have been killed last night!”

“I know. You have every right to be mad at me right now, but you should know that we all do care about you. And you can’t blame Sarahi for doing what she did last night, either…”

The cold mist settled over my ankles like a blanket of frost, but I knew any sign of movement would give me away. I knew Clara only wanted to keep this between herself, Ben, and Merula, but I knew of their plan before they even stepped foot out of the castle. From a single black quill sitting innocently in Jacob’s room, with a transfigured message from ‘R’ asking him to meet them in the Forest Grove, they figured out that not only was Jacob in danger, but the rest of the school potentially could fall under defenceless mercy. I had no idea what they did to prepare, but they seemed prepared to go after ‘R’—at least, Merula was ready to go after Rakepick for the brutal Cruciatus Curse she cast on her in the Buried Vault.

I watched from behind the tree as Clara knelt by a bush and lifted up the low branches, eyes widening as they registered on something on the ground I could not see.

“Ben, Merula, I found something!” she called out.

“What—” Merula ran over to Clara immediately, flinching when she saw what Clara was looking at. “No, don’t touch that! It’s cursed!”

“What do you mean, that necklace is cursed?” Ben inquired, heading over to the two girls now. So that was what was under the bush—a piece of cursed jewelry that might have been of no use to Rakepick.

“That necklace is one of Rakepick’s dark artefacts. She showed it to me once,” Merula added upon seeing Clara’s confused face. “You can touch it if you don’t believe me, see what happens when you do.”

“No, I believe you,” Clara replied hastily. “It’s just…Dumbledore told me he had Rakepick’s Dark Artefacts stored at the Ministry of Magic. If she infiltrated even the one place that has greatest security measures…”

The cool night air suddenly plunged into a deep freeze, and I winced as the bark beneath my fingers began to gather a fine layer of ice.

“Then we’re in deep trouble.”

“No kidding, Lin!” Merula jerked her head at the fluttering black cloaks that surrounded the group. “Look!”

I have never seen them before in the flesh, but I would recognize them anywhere—Dementors, evil beings that sucked the happiness out of any specimen that could express even a sliver of happiness. Hovering in midair like nightmares that haunted the living daylight out of any of us, they closed in on the trio, forming a tight ring around them, obscuring them from view.

From behind me, I thought I could hear a twig snap, but I didn’t want to look back.

“Dementors! They’re surrounding us!”

“Too many!”

“Expecto Patronum!”

I watched with wide eyes as a silver unicorn emerged from Clara’s wand, cantering towards the nearest Dementor with its head bowed and goring it through with its horn. Silently, I applauded her. At least she had a powerful happy memory to fuel her powerful defence.

But even her strength had its limits. Too soon, they were wearing out, and yet the Dementor's ranks seemed to replenish with each attack.

“I can’t keep this up anymore,” I could hear Clara wheeze. “My Patronus…not powerful.”

“And when you drive one back, another takes its place,” Ben noted quietly.

“We’re screwed. Now what?!” Merula cried.

“Expecto Patronum!”

A silver lioness appeared out of nowhere, leaping towards the trio and roaring to the skies, driving every Dementor away with an ever-growing shield as thin as a bubble.

“What the…who was that?” I heard Clara ask.

Imagine everyone’s surprise when out of the shadows stepped none other than Madam Patricia Rakepick. Her fiery red hair gleamed under what little moonlight remained, her symbol of Ra polished to a shine. She towered over them like the Dementors did, save for the fact that she was robed in scarlet instead of obsidian black.

“YOU!” Merula screeched—but barely had she raised her wand when Rakepick knocked it aside, blowing her down with a simple non-verbal spell.

Non-verbal spells…they were hard to execute with as much precision as spoken incantations. How in the world could Rakepick exercise this kind of advantage against the rest of us? Either way, it was clear that the confrontation with the Dementors had completely worn the trio out, and Rakepick eventually struck them down like flies, or severely incapacitated them to the point where they were limping to face her.

At least, Ben was still standing and wincing with pain racking his body where countless blows struck.

“That will teach you a lesson!” he said.

“Take this lesson to your grave!” Rakepick countered, raising her wand. “Avada—”

“NO!”

My eyes barely registered a blur of black, yellow, and white running past me—and before I knew it, a girl about my age had lunged toward Rakepick with an almighty yell, tackling her to the ground.

“Ben!” I shouted then, running toward him as fast as my numbed legs would take me. “Clara, Merula…”

It was then when the trio saw me for the first time—Clara in shock, Ben in anger, and Merula with disgust.

“And here I thought Copper was the Crup puppy sticking around,” Merula drawled. “What are you doing here, Khanna?”

“DUCK!”

TWANG!

The point of a throwing knife sank deep into a tree near Clara’s head, and she didn’t emerge from it entirely unscathed—she cupped a hand to her ear, where the point of the blade nicked her skin.

“You—” Rakepick growled as she tried to throw the girl off her back. “Who are you? What do you want?”

That was when I saw the girl in a better light. Black hair splayed wildly over her brown eyes and pale wheatish skin in the fray, one fist curled around the curse-breaker’s gleaming red hair and the other holding another small knife like the one embedded in the tree.

“Sarahi?!” Clara exclaimed. “What are you doing here?!”

Sarahi did not answer her friend for a few seconds as she landed a roundhouse kick at Rakepick’s spine, sending her flying away from the group. Then she turned to her.

“I told you I could help with any physical fight, didn’t I?” Sarahi responded, pushing the hair out of her eyes. “You helped me find a place here at Hogwarts without making me feel like a waste of space. Now it’s my turn to return the favour.”

“Wait—that’s not—I didn’t—”

“Expulso!”

Somehow, given the harsh impact of the kick, Rakepick still managed to pick herself up, aiming her wand at Sarahi who ducked as the spell flew past her ear, blasting another tree to smithereens.

“Sarahi, you have to get out of here!” Clara shouted as best as her hoarse throat could manage, but she might as well have been screaming into an empty void. Everyone watched with wide eyes as Sarahi grabbed Rakepick’s arm with her free hand, pivoted her feet, and threw her with all her might to the ground, knocking all the wind out of Rakepick with a loud thud.

“Run!” Sarahi screamed back at us. “All of you—go!”

“No!” Ben shouted. “This was my fight! I was supposed to protect you!”

“No one’s going to protect anyone if we end up dead, Copper!” Merula snapped.

“Aahhh!” Sarahi suddenly exclaimed as Rakepick’s hand closed around her ankle, sweeping her clean off her feet as she landed hard on her butt.

Physical fighting was not unheard of in the Muggle world, but in the wizarding world…one would only rely on such means of combat if they were left with no other choice. Anyone who didn’t have a wand would end up delivering a good punch in the nose, but what good would a bleeding nose be against the deadliest of all Unforgivable Curses? Yet there she was, scratching at Rakepick like a cat at a scratching pole with her free hand while the knife trembled in her tightened grip while Rakepick grabbed at her hair to slow her down.

I have never seen a stranger fight.

“Is this even allowed?” Ben inquired. “I would have loved to see Clara defeat a dragon this way.”

“This is not the time for commentary!” I hissed at him. “We need to get her out of here!”

Just as the words flew out of my mouth, though, I saw the blade plunge downward into Rakepick’s arm, the point sinking deep into flesh rewarded with the sinful scarlet fluid.

“You—” Rakepick growled again, pointing her wand at Sarahi who attempted now to choke her with her bare hands.

“Sarahi, forget her!” Clara screamed. “You have to go now!”

“NO! YOU GO!” Sarahi cried. “All of you go!”

Clara looked just about ready to argue, but I could tell she was in no shape to fight any more. I eventually dragged Clara by the arm while Merula took Ben, but just as we began to head back to Hogwarts I saw Rakepick raise her wand.

“Avada Kedavra!”

A flash of green light enveloped the girl who was in the midst of drawing another knife from her robes; the force blasted her away, and for a moment I thought I saw her mouth morph into a silent scream before her body landed limply on the hard-packed earth, the knife she had just unsheathed sliding off in another direction. At the same time, I saw a scarlet bottle of something fly through the air, landing on the girl where it exploded with a loud BOOM on contact.

I thought I would never hear the end of Clara’s howl of pain after Rakepick Disapparated without another word.

“No, Sarahi can’t be blamed,” Clara realized after a while. “She must have followed you for the same reason you followed me. She...wanted to protect me too."

"And you're sure Sarahi knew nothing about 'R'?" I asked her.

"Positive. The only time I ever mentioned anything even remotely related to this was when I told her Merula had the mindset of a killing machine."

"Well, whatever the case, she must have seen you as someone very important, just like everyone else is," I remarked hollowly. "She must have looked up to you, too."

"Did you know her well?"

I shook my head. "I only tutored her once in a while in Potions and Transfiguration for the last few years. But I had no idea she knew you. She must have known that we were best friends, though."

"Who wouldn't? It's always been us since the beginning. Even the most unwary of students would know," Clara pointed out with a nod, glancing down at the ribbon still crumpled in her hands. "I just wish I could have given her more than just a few words and a simple birthday present. I mean, I could tell she liked it but…"

"You wish you had more time with her?"

"Mhmm. There's so much about her I still don't know."

She eventually fixed her ponytail and tied the ribbon over the elastic, where it now gleamed on her head with a few creases like a tin foil crown. Then she wiped her glasses and sighed, her hands balling into fists.

"They did it, then," Clara finally remarked bitterly. "'R' successfully took a friend's life. But we will take what should have been theirs, had there been no enemy in the way of defying them."

"What are you saying, Clara?"

Clara looked over at me, a storm gathering in her eyes, and for a moment I thought I saw lightning flash in the clouds that formed in her irises.

"We will avenge her in our own way. And once we do, there will be no stopping the storm."

#sarahi silvers #rowan khanna #merula snyde #ben copper #clara lin #hphm #hogwarts mystery #an alternate storyline #patricia rakepick #sarahi did not deserve this #save sarahi silvers #cursed vaults #forbidden forest #so this at least had to tell everyone how mad I am

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bigcasinc inquired: 🚼- For Sophie and Jade! send me 🚼 and a ship I’ll use a doll-maker to design what I think a child between our two muses would look like | accepting | @bigcasinc

made using this picrew: loose carrot maker refer to ‘appearance’ for specifics (and what this maker couldn’t include).

NAME: Emery (A/N.: Or Moira! i’m unsure atm but i like emery a lot) Leech Hatter AGE: 4~6 GENDER: Female (she/her) APPEARANCE:

Eyes mutated to a gold-brown hazel. No heterochromia like her father.

Height is 3′2″/96 cm. Reaches to her mom’s waist.

Serrated teeth with a big smile.

Teal hair with silver highlights in it. Hair length at her neck and always picked up/styled. Usually in pigtails with bows or a ponytail with a bow.

Thick brows and wide eyes like mother. Eye shape and mouth shape like father.

Can look unintentionally terrifying and does not understand she can be scary. She knows her smile can cause reactions (from her mom’s cooing and a barrage of kisses on her rounds cheeks to making people ‘jump’ (if she does a narrow smile like Jade’s or Floyd’s might scare the shit out of adults and children)). Bro, if someone asks her to flash her teeth, she's more than ENTHUSIASTIC to go ‘Okay!!’ and show them off.

Usually seen worn rompers, pinafore dress w/ an undershirt, or repurposed shirts (from her mom’s childhood closet) and shorts. Always a solid purple, orange, or red top with a patterned shirt underneath it. Always in comfortable footwear for climbing and running or sandals.

PERSONALITY:

Largely a talkative child, with the support of her mother and her sisters as they are receptive and converse whenever something is on Emery’s mind. By ‘talkative,’ she is one who is in constant thought and with high curiosity. It doesn’t mean she outright talks to strangers who pass by her or may even make eye contact with her.

Blunt without recognizing negative connotations or thoughts. She will speak what is on her mind, which aren’t properly thought through in terms of socialization (not that she cares for that at her age). It follows the same vein as a certain eel, except without the patronizing tone. IE: “Do not run. You’re slow.” / "I’m fast to catch everyone. That’s easy.”

Is to an extent clingy to her mother and aunts. She is known to hold onto her mom’s legs or hide underneath her mother’s long skirts whenever she’s talking. Very upfront in greeting those who she knows are close and tries to be polite. (Mostly, this is her trying to mimic how Sophie speaks but it’s WAAAY too dense for Emery sometimes). Though, she likes attention. She hasn’t put two-and-two together, but she knows her mom ‘follows’ her whenever she runs. So, Emery is more committed to running around with her human mother chasing after her and telling her to wait.

As the last point denotes, she’s pretty perceptive to the people around her and reading them. She’s quick to know that x will get her y. Though, she doesn’t have complex thoughts down at her age yet. She will ask a sleuth of questions which may not have answers for -- but she is one to impose and seek. It’s her way of ‘reading’ the room.

Ecstatic to learn and being hands-on in things. Always behind with her mom to help her out in the kitchen or the hat shop (mainly, taking ribbons) and always tries to peek at the table and countertop. Additionally, she is one that would go out to try to help others -- if not, tell them that her mom can fix anything and lead them to her (explained in personal headcanons).

Emery still gets outright overwhelmed and restless at her age, when it comes to roadblocks and rejection -- especially by peers. She has a big threshold (if not tolerance) for what she takes and usually reciprocates a smile, before going completely quiet. This is where she’ll go into hiding or finds her high energy leaving her fitful and bothered.

SPECIAL TALENTS:

SHIFTER - As half-person and half-merperson, and given her parents’ magical prowl, Emery has the gift of being able to shift between these forms. Being raised on the land, she has defaulted to her two-legs. However, she will be able to morph into her mer-form, which is remarkably similar to her father’s (smaller, with numerous silver spots, and frills). She needs to train herself, but at her age, it will come fairly easily. She needs to be thoroughly dried and taken to a side by the water to help her shift back to her human form (which her mom takes well care of). Emery, however, is not aware of this ability or her heritage.

HIDE-AND-SEEK CHAMPION - Known to hide in almost any place that she can find, Emery is known by the local children to be practically undetectable when it comes to her hiding spots and when she changes spots. This power is two-fold. She is an exceptional, if not terrifying, seeker. She can’t put her finger on it, but she finds them easily (through smell) and slowly walks over to the other children, patting them, which sends them in a jolt, if not, screaming from terror. However, this talent also comes into play when she feels restless and uncertain, as she’ll go and hide somewhere cramped and dark for comfort. Her mother is able to find her all the time, when at home. There was a point that newborn Emery would only calm down if Sophie made it dark enough and made the right arrangements (use a small carrier, partially covering the crib with a blanket, etc). It is near impossible to draw her out unless it is her mother, sisters, and family friends (or her few close friends).

DURABILITY AND ENHANCED STRENGTH AND SENSES - Comes from merperson heritage. The primary example is her baby teeth that are notably sharp (and will get sharper once her baby teeth fall out) and can draw blood without much effort. Though, she is very careful about this. Another example would be her reaction to pain -- like how she may run into a door or glass with a terribly loud thud and she’d step back, blink, laugh, and continue running after a friend. She isn’t invincible and she can get hurt, but she is definitely more resilient from human children. Can she break bones? Yes! She isn’t yet at that point, however, as she is literally a kid.

INCLUDED: Love for music and rhythm, collect-and-gathering trinkets.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER:

Given circumstances (refer to #1 personal headcanon), Emery prefers her mom. Though, if she wants to budge her mom or wants something her way, she’ll easily wiggle to bug her aunt Martha, Sophie’s youngest sister, to (try) and get it. Genuinely, there are times where Emery will prefer her aunts over her mom, if not because the three of them group together and indirectly bully Sophie into doing something for their niece.

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE:

Physically, it is undeniable that she takes after Jade more. Blame the dominant genes on his end, but the gold tinge in her eyes, teal hairs, and sharp teeth are the biggest indications of this. I would also extend the thought that she takes on more Jade than one may realize -- if only because her own interactions aren’t as maliciously calculating as her father’s. There are core traits that blend in with Sophie’s, where the edge is there with an unhealthy amount of energy that needs to be burnt off.

PERSONAL HEADCANONS:

Emery is the unexpected product of Jade and Sophie’s relationship when it was coming to a close. Their relationship ended as soon as they departed from NCR, unsure really what to make of another (as in, be it if they could be long-term partners or they needed to seek out others). They were intimate, friendly, perhaps confidants. But, without a proper title, it was better to depart from their teenage dreams before it spiraled out of control. The discovery was never disclosed. Sophie realized what was going on and refused to reach out. To interfere with what they agreed with - that chapter was over, he went else and so did she. Did she regret agreeing to part ways? Yes, but who’d be that selfish to drag him back? For all she knew, he found better somewhere in the wide world -- maybe even a mate too, which would make this situation extremely problematic. In this situation, Emery is raised by her single mother and is unaware of her father and likewise, her father is completely unaware of her.

Emery’s concept of destruction and fixing all revolves around her mother. She has a long history of destroying the toys that Sophie has made for her (one of the closest ones being a large purple patchwork bear). But, any time something the stuffing is coming out or the bear is losing an eye, she happily walks over to her mother and Sophie fixes it. She doesn’t quite get there is a point of no-return for certain damages, but she is more than content that with this logic, her mom can fix anything. Hence why she’ll instruct people who ask her questions she doesn’t know (or if they’re upset) to “speak to mama!”

Lots of moray eel behaviors that she performs. A couple of them were mentioned before. But, I have more. One of them happens to be how she interacts with blankets and trying to fall asleep, She ends up rolling around it, wiggling a little helplessly, before laughing and rolling around with it on the mattress. She also does it because she’s a little too excited to go to bed with her mom (both have shared the same mattress)!

Lettie and Martha’s MagiCam accounts, as Sophie either doesn’t have one (or recently made one post-NCR which is private), have some photos and videos of their lovely niece! She happens to pop into photos per accident, only because she’s wondering why her aunts are attempting ten poses and she thinks they’re trying to dance. A fun game that Martha plays with her follows is ‘spot the emmy’ (’emmy’ is her nickname from the hatter trio / sophie specifically calls emery ‘eri’ (pronounced like ending of emery) or tulip/tuli) where a large background photo is available and people have to guess where emery is hiding (in plain sight)! It’s quite popular! There’s also videos of Sophie and Emery interacting, which shows some parts of their personal life. For example, one would be where Sophie squats down tp Emery’s level and ‘blep’ her tongue/stick out her tongue, which Emery does in turn. The ‘bleping’ is something Emery already does.

#( by brackish waters they’d dance on the edge ; unsure of where the next step will end | jade && sophie )#( checkbooks inquiries and much ; answered asks )#bigcasinc #[ i originally was going to fill this out as if j.ade made profile(s) for the kids he made up for his fanfic ]#[ but then my mind went ':)' and then I did this ]#[ also yes everyone is getting a profile write-up ]#[ the storyline might be sad af .. but i will die for emery bc i might've spent too much time making her a real character mkgdfg ]#long post tw #long post

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betterthedevilyouknowuk · 5 years

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Mythology Mondays - Nix

Nix (singular: Neck; feminine: Nixie) are spirits who dwell in quiet rivers and lakes in England, Germany, and Scandinavia. Their love of water is equaled only by their love of music, and their beautiful songs often draw listeners to the banks of their watery homes.

Characteristics

Physical Description

Each culture has its own take on the Nix’s appearance, and the creatures themselves can’t seem to settle on one appearance either. They are avid shapeshifters and may appear as humans, merpeople, snakes, fish, sunken treasures, or horses.

In human form, they usually have an elegant appearance, although their features might hint at their wilder natures. Their ears and eyes are sharper than usual, and their hair and skin might be tinted with green or blue. In more extreme cases, they can have gills, bulbous eyes, and webbed hands and feet. Their garments, though stylish, are chronically wet around the hems.

When they take the form of horses, they are pure white or apple-grey. Though they are far more beautiful than average horses, they still bear telltale signs of their true nature, having manes full of river weeds or constantly dripping water.

Special Abilities

Nix are magical beings; there’s no limit to the hijinks they have committed across the many folktales in which they appear. Still, some of their abilities emerge as common themes.

These water spirits are shapeshifters. Seemingly, they can take on any appearance they want.

Their musical talent is beyond comparison. All of them sing sweetly, and some of them couple musical instruments with their already spellbinding voices. Their music is capable of hypnotizing listeners and drawing them into the water. Generally, Nix have more power over women and children, while the feminine Nixie entrance grown men.

When they’re in an animal form, Nix replace the charms of their music with dazzling physical beauty. As horses, they can hypnotize onlookers by prancing around, flaunting their manes and tails, as easily as they can when singing in a human form.

Weaknesses

Nix are magical, but they’re not invincible. There are several ways you can take on one of these water spirits, if it becomes problematic.

Early legends hold that dropping a piece of silver or iron into a Neck’s home can silence it while you safely cross the water. Shouting the creature’s name, on the other hand, can silence it forever. The Neck will perish at the sound of its own name.

When Nix appear as horses, they’re often subjected to tricks by local farmers, who want to harness their magical powers to a plow. A Neck might be lured into the field by a beautiful maiden, then forced into the plow’s harness by men with silver or iron.

The creatures can’t bear separation from water for a great length of time. If they don’t return to water regularly, their spirits and powers will become depressed. Eventually, they might perish from longing for their river or lake.

After Catholicism gripped Western Europe, many of the traditional folktales were adapted to show the power of the church. At this time, it was said that you could ward the creatures off with holy water or by making the sign of the cross.

Personality

In some tales, Nix appear as dangerous villains. In others, they are wise teachers, and in others still, they are romantic figures.

When Nix take a villainous bent, they usually have seductive qualities. With music or beauty, they lure humans closer and closer to the water’s edge. At last, they grab their victims and drown them in the water.

When they accept humans as students instead of victims, they can impart wonderful musical abilities. Usually, they require payment for their lessons. A black animal, a gift of alcohol or tobacco, or a beautiful maiden can buy a Neck’s time.

At the onset of the Romantic Era, Nix emerged as potential lovers for human beings. Both Nix and Nixie can fall in love with humans. When they do, the humans can rarely resist returning their feelings. After all, these magical water spirits are both beautiful and spectacular at serenading their lovers. Most Nix-human relationships come to a bittersweet end, however. The Neck or Nixie can’t bear separation from its watery home and returns to life there, despite being deeply devoted to its human partner.

Eventually, after Catholicism took hold, the Nix personality was deepened by their desire for Christian redemption and an immortal soul. Their music was said to bemoan the fact that they were shut out of the church, and many people who encountered the mournful spirits were afflicted with heart-rending pity.

Famous Nix Characters

On top of the widespread fame that their race enjoys, some representatives of Nix mythology have a special fame all of their own.

The Fossegrim (Strömkalen) belongs to Norwegian and Swedish mythology. He usually dwells near waterfalls or mills, where he plays gorgeous melodies on a violin. In exchange for the right gift, he will teach humans how to play the violin so that the birds, the trees, and even the blind, deaf, and lame will dance.

The Brook Horse (Bäckahästen) belongs to Scandinavian mythology. He appears as an ethereal white horse near rivers, usually during foggy weather. People are attracted to the white glow of his skin like moths are to light, but if they climb onto the Brook Horse, they will find themselves trapped on his back. The horse then gallops back to the river and drowns his rider.

Related Characters

Some water spirits, outside of the Nix race, might have been influential in the development of this creature’s mythology.

Kelpies, coming from Scandinavian culture, are definitely related to the Nix. Both are water creatures, and both frequently appear on land as horses, with the intent of luring humans into the water and drowning them. In contrast to Nix, Kelpies usually appear as monstrous black horses.

Grindylows, belonging to English folklore, are likely to be related to Nix. Like Nix, they are dangerous aquatic creatures who grab and drown humans when they venture within reach. Unlike Nix, Grindylows commonly inhabit bogs and marshes, and they have no association with music.

Nymphs, belonging to Greek and Latin mythology, might have tinged Nix mythology after Greek culture took root in Germany and Scandinavia. Like Nix, nymphs are associated with nature, sometimes with water. They are beautiful in appearance and often produce sweet music. Unlike Nix, nymphs are gentle and helpful spirits with no reputation for violence. If nymphs did influence Nix mythology, the influence is probably seen in some of the later legends about Nix, when the creatures were more prone to becoming romantically entangled with humans.

Cultural Representation

Origin

Nix come from Germanic, Northern European cultures, where oral tradition goes back much, much further than the written record. For this reason, it’s difficult to trace exactly how they split off from other water spirits and became their own, recognized creature. Certainly, the split occurred before 1210, when Nix were mentioned in a German epic poem, Nibelungenlied.

The word Nix comes from Old German and has undergone many variations (German: Nichus, Niches, Nix; Dutch: nikker, nekker; Norwegian: nøkk; Swedish: näck; Finnish: näkki; Estonian:näkk) as it spread across cultures and as the ancient languages evolved into their modern style. The original meaning of the name is “to wash or bathe.”

Literature and Visual Arts

Nix appear in some of Northern Europe’s earliest epic poems. Some scholars even categorize the river monster in Beowulf, the oldest epic poem written in the English language, as a Neck.

Among other magical creatures from folklore, the Romantic Era ushered Nix onto the canvases of many great painters and onto the stages of many great theaters. Richard Wagner’s opera, Der Ring des Nibelungen, famously featured the Rhinemaidens, a trio of Nixies who protected a golden treasure in the Rhine river. Meanwhile, Heinrich Heine and Friedrich Silcher teamed up to create one of Germany’s most beloved folk songs about a Nixie name Lorelei.

Around the same period, Jakob Grimm, one of the most famous fairytale writers of all time, discussed Nix in his book Deutsh Mythologie, which catalogued the most important creatures from German folktales. Grimm grouped them with other water sprites who enjoy singing and dancing and likened them to the sirens of classical mythology, who drew men into treacherous waters with their hypnotic voices.

Today, Nix appear in many role-playing games and video games. They are usually humanoid and often have magical abilities related to water.

Explanation of the Myth

Water, which is both essential to life and dangerously treacherous, has always captivated the human imagination, and stories of spirits inhabiting the water exist in every culture on earth. To some degree, belief in water spirits, like the Nix, might be an early way in which humans expressed their awareness of the power of water.

Later incarnations of the Nix might have served a more defined purpose. They could be cautionary figures, used by parents to keep their children from venturing too close to a hazardous area of a river or too near the shores of a lake on a foggy night.

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redfire-blackash-whitegold · 6 years

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FAHC Time Loop AU Pt.3

It was the book that brought Ryan to Los Santos, though he never realized it. He had a good life in Georgia, a safe life, a boring one. There was always something about Los Santos, the crime capital of the world, that spoke to Ryan. There was something dangerous about the city, and he craved the adventure. Craved the spotlight. He wanted to make something of himself, and it was only here, in the City of Ash could he do that.

There was something, call it fate, destiny, or simply coincidence that led Ryan to that particular street that night. A high, sharp scream drew Ryan’s attention upwards, to a rooftop from which a human figure was falling. The man landed, almost at Ryan’s feet, practically served up to him on a silver platter, holding the old book. And Ryan wanted it, this clearly valuable item that was apparently worth shoving a man off a rooftop for, that was going to be retrieved any minute now by the killer. So he picked up the book from the man’s chest, and ran. He ran until he couldn’t run anymore, until he felt secure in slinking back into the shadows without being followed in.

The Fake AH Crew didn’t come until much, much later. They had hired him for a few jobs until eventually he stuck around, became a part of their silly little family. With them, Ryan had the life he had always dreamed of, one full of adventure, one that led him to the top of the city, one that had every pair of eyes watching his every move. He loved his crew, messed with them, worried for them when they got hurt. Ryan never wanted this life to end, and so for the first time in years, he opened the book.

It was a book well suited to the reaper of Los Santos, a book of spells, a book of necromancy, and not for a moment did Ryan doubt its power. There was a mysticism, a magic, that spewed from the book the moment Ryan opened it, one that came with the promise of knowledge. With the power offered by the book, Ryan could take over the city in a heartbeat, become invincible, turn iron into gold. But there was only one spell he was interested in learning.

It was frankly a miracle that no one in the Fake AH Crew had ever died, what with their high risk lifestyle and general disregard for safety. They had all crawled their way to where they were now, relying on stealing and killing and fighting just to survive. Each and every one of them had earned their place, and now that they were at the top, their recklessness did nothing but increase. It wasn’t like they had nothing to lose, in fact they never before had so much that could be taken. A fall from grace would be a long fall indeed, but what was the point of being at the top if you couldn’t lean over the railing every once in a while and see the city below you? What was the point of fighting an inevitable future if you couldn’t tempt fate every so often? The fakes had grown comfortable with their spot within their city, grown comfortable with each other. And that’s what made Michael’s death just that much more devastating.

Jack and Jeremy were out on business, and Geoff’s vague request to “cause a distraction” for them left Michael, Gavin, and Ryan with the rare freedom to have fun with the full resources of the crew behind them. A brief discussion about the logistics of first creating, and then destroying, a nuclear reactor resulted in the decisions to blow up a building and buy some solar panels for the penthouse. Not, maybe, the most creative use of resources, but fun all the same. Michael went ahead and grabbed all of the C4 that had been stockpiled, and the trio all hopped in a car, on the way to the unoccupied base of an up and coming gang who’s lifespan in this city was expected to be short.

There is a proper way to fell a building, one that requires precise empirical measurement and blueprints and a general knowledge of architecture. However, when you have an empty building, a general disregard for the safety of yourselves and others, and way too much C4, it ultimately doesn’t matter what the proper way actually is. Michael set a vague timer on all the charges and handed them out to everyone, each of them snickering with anticipation as they set their stickies on every post and pillar of their demolition site.

“Charges set, heading back to vehicle designation alpha,” Ryan chuckled into his com in a mock imitation of serious communication, the first one to get rid of his explosives. Gavin was the next out, and soon took a seat on the hood of the car next to Ryan, an excellent view, even in the dark of night, of the art they were about to create.

The mood was light, the mission an easy one, but in Michael’s haste to get back to his friends he missed a critical detail. The charges were not properly synched together, and by the time Michael realized that the clock was ticking he knew it was already too late.

“It’s going, it’s going!” Michael could only scream a warning into the com. “I’m not going to make it!” And he ran, ran like he never had before, sprinting with full force towards the car and just like that the cheerful mood vanished.

“Boi! Boi are you okay?” Gavin jumped off his perch, struggled in vain to go in after his boi, to throw his own life uselessly into the fire, but Ryan didn’t let him. Ryan waited until after he could feel the blazing heat on his skin, even from under his mask, until the numb pain had vanished and it was safe again. Then he ran too, ahead of Gavin, desperate to find Michael in the wreckage, hopefully breathing and alive.

But alive was not a state that could describe Michael. Ryan found him, half crushed under rubble, skin seared off to the point where he would have been unrecognizable if he weren’t the only casualty. Ryan pushed pieces of brick and drywall off what used to be Michael and checked for breathing, for a pulse, for something, anything that showed signs of life.

“Ryan you found him!” Gavin discovered Ryan knelt next to the corpse.

“He’s dead Gavin,” Ryan could not bring himself to look away, to look at the still living Gavin.

“We need to do first aid! We need to get him to a hospital!” Gavin rushed forward but Ryan brushed him away.

“No.” Ryan became increasingly calm. “It’s too late for that.”

“It’s not! Let me help him!” Gavin tried to push through, but Ryan pushed him back, stood up and pointed his gun towards Gavin.

“Stay back!” Ryan ripped off his mask, and let Gavin see his own pained expression.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Gavin demanded in a low growl.

“I know how to fix this.” Ryan said. “In a minute none of this will matter.”

The one spell that Ryan had learned all that time ago wasn’t a spell for immortality. Rather, it was one that was could bring someone back from the dead. How was Ryan supposed to know that there were unwritten rules regarding these things? How was he supposed to know that he was doing it wrong? How was he supposed to know that the price for immortality was the death of a universe? Because it was at that moment that the universe did die, and another one was born, the exact same but different. It was a universe in which Ryan did not remember using his prized book, in which Michael did not remember anything at all, and in which Gavin remembered a little more than he was supposed to. They were all alive again now, living and breathing and primed to make the same mistakes over and over again. Over and over and over again.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

#fahc #fake ah crew #immortal fahc #immortal fake ah crew #fahc ryan #fahc michael #fahc gavin #time loop au #okay this one may have gotten away fromme a little bit #it's my turn to write

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Kings and their Eggs !!

~ Presented without context because who needs context ~ ~ Update: now with a crappy edit to go along with it bc I originally wanted to include one but then got lazy!!!! ~

Adolf/Shiro

The only reason why Adolf’s egg survived is because Klaudia stopped him from doing experime- oh wait she ded :( The only reason why Adolf’s egg survived is because it appeared when his sister died and he took it with him on the blimp as a momento of sorts. It was left on the ship when he got kicked off but luckily the colorless was already too delusional to notice it. After the crash the Rabbits delivered the egg to Dai. Dai had his chicken look after it. On Dais death bed he handed Shiro back his egg and told him to look after it. It is now happily living amongst Hakumaitou. (It took a few days for Kuroh to remind Neko that the egg is not for food which soon turned into reminding Neko that Keggs don’t hatch that fast. And whining about it everyday wasn’t going to make it hatch any faster) What the trio don’t know is that the Silver egg is much more durable and stays in egg form for much longer than the other eggs...

Dai

Most people don’t notice it and you’d have to see it to believe it. But amongst his “Rabbits” there’s one that isn’t as anonymous as the rest, one with a distinct height difference, one that has a tiny mask and a spherical robe. No one could pull off a kimono as well as the chicken secretary (in training). The chicken secretary (in training) is not to be underestimated and will cluck after you if it sees you doing anything suspicious. ChicKings do not have the normal lifespan of chickens, in this case the chicken secretary (in training) outlived Dai by around three months and peacefully passed away of old age.

Kagutsu

Someone lowly member of Purgatory found the egg and notified Kagutsu. Kagutsu ignored it until he realised it wasn’t a normal egg and then immediately crushed it into the ground.

Mikoto

Mikoto came downstairs and found a random egg on the bar counter. He was hungry but since Kusanagi was still hidden in the kitchen cooking lunch, he took the egg and handboiled it. It was at that moment that Anna walked in with a small box of feathers and a horrified expression. ~ an hour earlier ~ Mikoto’s egg was buried in the depths of Bar HOMRA’s tras- basement. Anna stumbled upon the small dusty box with the egg in it while exploring. Mikoto was still asleep so she brought it to the bar counter and asked what it was. Kusanagi got nostalgic and started explaining the story of how the mysterious egg suddenly appeared when Mikoto became King. Anna decided to adopt the egg so she took the egg out of the box, and went out to the park with Totsuka to gather material to make a comfy nest for it. The rest you know...

Anna

After the previous tragedy Anna was determined to look after whatever pet she may have in the future. She remembered about the existence of Keggs a week after she became King, at which point she became worried that maybe she didn’t get one, or maybe it was actually in that omelette she had for breakfast 4 days ago... As she was starting to get stressed about it, Kamamoto offhandedly comments on the new egglooking rock in the fish tank. Turns out the egg was very clever and hid itself where it wouldn’t accidentally be eaten. Anna made sure to notify everyone about its existence and gave it a home in nest 2.0 on her bedside table. She diligently looked after it, but after three months it suddenly dissappeared without a trace.

Habari

Habari’s egg was the most active egg of all eggs. He threw it at Shiotsu, he threw it at Zenjoh, he threw it at random clansman as they crossed paths. On a number of occasions he even threw it at Dai and the Chicken Secretary (in training). No one knew how it managed to survive. Whether by sheer luck (landing on a soft cloth) or protective aura (Habari tried throwing it at his Sword of Damocles once) the egg seemed invincible. Shiotsu on the other hand lost his mind trying to rationalise how any of this made sense. One day Habari forgot it was on his shoulder, brushed his hair aside, and the egg fell onto the floor and cracked. “Ah...” said everyone except Shiotsu who was forced to surrender to the irrationality of reality. The next day however it was fine again, and Habari never told anyone about how actually he usually instantaneously mended the egg each time it broke.

Munakata

Munakata’s egg was mysteriously found floating around him on the airplane. It looked peculiar so he decided to keep it. Fast forward and it was given a custom uniform and sit perfectly fitted on his custom made belt. He ensured it would have optimal conditions for hatching. In the middle of a raid, the egg indeed hatched, evoking various comments such “it... really hatched...(seri)”, “are you serious...(fushimi)”, “...(A&K&F)”, “how did a full grown wolf fit in an egg that small(C)”, “wolves hatch from eggs??(H)” and “A REAL LIFE POKEMON!!!(D&E)”. After that, Munakata decided to adopt and train a few dogs as well and that was how Sirius the Wolf obtained his own pack of dogs to patrol the streets for animal strains.

Hisui

The Kagutsu Crater incident wasn’t exactly the best time to worry about eggs or what not. Having freshly dug Hisui out of the rubble Iwa-Ootori Seigo had more important priorities. One day Hisui noticed Iwa’s egg and asked about it. After a brief explanation, Hisui understood and accepted the fact that his was probably gone for good. A few weeks later Hisui happened to notice a very smooth rock on the ground. They decided to adopt the pet rock as a replacement. The pet rock was placed on top of the fridge and has been part of the Jungle family ever since and forever more.

Ootori Seigo / Iwafune

During the days of Cathedral, Ootori had a chalice in his room where he kept his egg for most of the time. He also had a chalice necklace he would sometime wear to bring the egg with him to various events. The egg survived the Kagutsu Incident, and although Iwafune did consider throwing the egg and his necklace away, it was one of the few things he had left and served as a reminder of what he failed to protect. It was only an egg and it felt like a shame to abandon it. He simply kept it in some dusty corner of the hideout and forgot about it. Eventually, roughly a month or so after adopting Hisui, on a day where he drank too much beer... he lost the egg. He didn’t particularly care though, because now they had their pet rock egg to share.

Ichigen

Ichigen’s egg grew up in the mountainside sitting on Ichigen’s window sill, listening to haikus. Ichigen would sometimes take it out to the garden with him where he’d sit, read, write haikus, and practise swordsmanship. Mishakuji often glanced at the egg wondering why it was there, but Ichigen would simply smile without answering. What eventually hatched from it was a Japanese bush warbler, but of course Ichigen already knew a long time ago. He named it Chouwa and bid it farewell as it took off into the sky. Although it was free to roam wherever it liked, every summer it would return to Ichigen’s residence and greet him with a song. It became an annual event on the first day of summer for Ichigen, Mishakuji until he left, Kuroh when he arrived and the occasional Watanabe-san. After Ichigen’s death, the bird lingered around with Kuroh for a while, and when Kuroh left the mountain, it also went back to its wandering lifestyle.

Kitsune

Thinking it would give them powers, Kitsune cracked it into a glass and drank it raw.

The Slate

The slate often mourns about the tragedy of most its grandchildren but was content watching the Chicken Secretary (in training), Sirius the Wolf, and Chouwa grow up. When the slate was “destroyed” it didn’t have enough power to keep its grandchildren in the world and had to let them go...

But, the slate itself had an egg once upon a time... that egg hatched and took on a younger form of the Slate’s creator, and had been observing the world for many many years.

So many years, it now exists and continues to exist as a separate entity...

#k stuff #k project #stuff i post #somehow i got very into it and /this/ happened #shiro #adolf k weismann #dai #suoh mikoto #kagutsu genji #kushina anna #munakata reisi #habari jin #green king #priest ossan #colourless king #slate kid #100 points to Vi for fake tying it to canon

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SHANA HOW DO YOU START WRITING A STORY? I have the idea of how it will end and a VERY BASIC plot, but I've never attempted to write an actual book before and all I have are half-finished stories. How do you start the first chapter and plan for plot-related scenes? How do you weave a narrative out of the tiny bits of actual story I have? Any advice here? :(

oh wow i’m just the WORST at advice!!!

but i talk here about my horrible and messy writing process when it comes to starting a story

and i’ve talked about my shit outlines before, but i guess here take a some examples?

under the cut i’ll put my outlines for cut from the same cloth and chapter three of survival is a talent. idk if can really recommend planning this way because it’s … a disaster, but it’s the way that works best for me ???

also i want no sass from any of you about my horrible outlines, YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE THEM THEY’RE JUST FOR ME, but i’m making an exception and posting them just as an example of how i plan stories, because i get a lot of asks about it

especially with survival is a talent, you can see my final product deviates from my outline A LOT. so i’m also very against sticking to your outlines.

also, honestly, if it’s under 10k i … probably didn’t even do an outline. i didn’t write a single thing down when i was writing an invincible summer until the partway through third chapter, so more than 50k into writing it

anywho, here you go, i hope this helps???

arranged marriag au

izuku attended UA in the general mprogram, and eventually switched to support

he got one for all when he was 13 and kept it a secret for Reasons

all for one is maybe probably dead? no he’s the big bad. but he hasn’t been active.

all-might is the only dad he’s ever known, his real dad being very absent. inko isn’t thrilled about the turn her sons life has taken, and has a kinda strained relationship with toshi, but she knows her son loves and respects him and she can’t deny him that

all-might’s issues with his form aren’t as bad, and they’re a huge secret - no one but the ua teachers and some other people know. endeavor finds out and threatens to tell everyone, unless izuku marries his son. toshi is fucking pissed that endeavor would even propose that, but izuku doesn’t even have to think about it. he agrees instantly.

his best friends are mei hatsume and hitoshi shinso. bakugou is his best best friend.

he acts under the secret identity deku as all-might’s sidekick. bakugou is also a side kick, and one of the few people that know all his secrets. also one of the few people that are publically known to know both izuku, his childhood bff, and deku, his fighting / hero partner.

his cover is working with mei in her support items company, and he actually does contribute a large amount to that. todoroki thinks he has an intelligence quirk.

everyone thinks izuku has the same quirk as nedzu (high spec), just to a lesser degree, and that he just thought he was quirkless until he went to ua and nedzu took an interest in him. in reality it’s just a cover and he really was quirkless, but now he has one for all.

bakugou to todoroki: he has the same quirk as principal nedzu. if i’m worried about someone, it’s not going to be midoriya.

shouto takes midoriya to this hero social thing, and watches him and bakugou interact, and is like um???????? and everyone is like uh okay, this is fine, it’s nothing to worry about i’m sure.

they go home, shouto is jealous but feels like he doesn’t even have a right to be jealous, and midoriya is like, well, i was hoping to dance with you actually, or sometihng equally sappy, and then they have sex

the just. have a lot of FUCKING sex.

someone kidnaps midorya because he’s shouto’s husband, and a bunch of other people, and the truth comes out when he fucking DESTROYS them

midoriya tells shouto the whole truth, and he has shouto’s mom move in with his mom, and izuku and shouto live happily ever after

oh also deku officially comes out as deku

so, background pairings: aizawa/hizashi, tenya/mei, kirishima/bakugou/uraraka

add in scene where pro heroes are called away “should we all really be going?” “we’re leaving the sidekicks behind, it’ll be fine.”

bakuou discovering his mom has been take. mei being taken for tenya. others. uraraka’s parents. didn’t take someone for everyone, only the top sidekicks.

todoroki did get a message - they’re broadcasting everything. they’re all gathered in izuku’s house. todoroki is a mess. the rest of his family show up. inko and yukiko are fast friends, even in a criss.

bad guy monologue. izuku being like wtf?? discovers all for one is in charge.

shinsou, bakugou, and inko trying to come up with reasons to do nothing. bakugou wants to charge in, even though it’s a trap, but shinsou tells him they’re fine, they don’t know. bakugou is worried that izuku will choose to protext his secret over over saving everyone.

heroe are on their way back. they don’t know what’s going on.

once izuku gets confirmation that all the hostages are in the room with him, he goes wild. hand guy is about to touch mei when he does it. reveals that he’s deku to the world.

bakugou and inko go wild. they all get a text with a location. everyone bucked up to go.

they have to fight all for one. todoroki pov, notices how similar deku and bakugou fighting is to izuku and bakugou dancing.

izuku finally tales all of the one for all quirk to beat all for one. he gets away, but he’s hurt.

family reunion scene. everyoen takes their respective loved ones and bounces. have people reactions to deku.

izuku and shouto have a Talk and then there is Sex

add nezu scene and shiga deciding to send nobus

siat third year

draco keeps offering to curse his cousin and his family. harry discovers that draco has rather a lot of freedom, as his parents, especially his father, is rather busy. draco casually uses the floo network to visit pansy and blaise often. harry thinks draco’s parents are rather cold, and uncaring. draco thinks that harry’s family needs to be cursed.

they got each other bday presents, but are saving them until they see each other at hogwarts. draco got harry gifts from japan, where he visited the past summer with luna and his mother. harry is incredibly worried that draco will think it’s stupid, but he picked the first iris that bloomed and carefully pressed it, and did the same for the most beautiful iris each full moon, so he has a mini boquet of iris flowers.

chapter opens with harry panicking about aunt marge. he calls draco, who tells him to take the knight bus and stay calm. mention the dog. draco’s worried, clearly, but he won’t tell harry why.

draco talks wistfully of meeting harry in diagon, but they know its a bad idea. show a scene of draco with pansy and blaise. mention dobby.

draco is super worried about harry one the train.

mention draco’s silver buttons

add in crookshanks

golden trio have a convo about draco’s dad and allegiances. mention imperio and vertisarium.

draco knows what sirius black being free means because he’s not a moron. it takes a while for him to figure out that harry doesn’t know, then he tells him. draco talks about his cousin. says he’s a black and can’t be trusted. “draco, you’re a black.” “yes, and very few people trust me.”

the thing with buckbeack really is an accident. harry is really worried about draco - it is a lot of blood. lucius comes down, furious. draco tries to tell his dad he’s fine, but he stands up too suddenly and whites out, and lucius has to told him up right. is upset because his son is hurt and because he can’t be affectionate with him in front of all these people. lucius decides buckbeak needs to die.

draco tries to pretend his arm isn’t bothering him, which it is because it’s a magical wound. but pansy does all his chopping and what not and draco just oversees.

draco doesn’t like lupin, and won’t say why. he and hermione have a convo about it, and decided not to say anything, for very different reasons. or he just assumes hermione told him. “i really need to stop assuming people tell you anything”

use polyjuice so harry can go to hogsmead?

draco and the twins develop a friendship.

draco becomes a chaser in 3rd year, and gives harry way more of a run for his money as a chaser. he scores so many points for his team that sometimes even when harry catches the snitch, they still lose. this is also why the twins become friends with him, because they spend a lot of energy constantly trying to knock him off his broom

sirius gets in and draco freaks the fuck out, as do the other slytherins. draco looks him over. sends over luna to sleep by harry, who brings ginny.

snape does werewolf lessons

hufflepuff vs gryffindor game. draco’s the one who performs wingardium leviosa to save him, subtly. only his friends and a couple of professors notice. not a soft or nice fall, but it means he just has bruises and broken bones. later, lupin will realize the wingardium leviosa that saved harry was draco’s was harry. maybe draco’s charm gives dumbledore enough time to cast his?

draco has to go home for christmas because otherwise his parents will go mental. but he gives harry his gift with stern instructions not to open it until christmas. they talk on christmas, and harry sees that draco has already hung the flowers in his room. says his mom helped him. harry asks about his dad, and draco says, “dad doesn’t have an opinion about interior design. mum just does whatever she wants and dad pays for it”

everyone gets together to try and think of a way to save buckbeak, but lucius is pissed

when harry is training with lupin draco bursts in, goes in front of harry, realizes its a boggart when it changes forms, and uses ridiculous to stop it. he then turns his wand on lupin, using the disarming charm. harry wakes up and stops him from cursing him, then when he calms down asking him what he’s thinking. “oh like, you’ve never been attacked by a professor before?” “thats…a fair point.”

except now lupin has seen draco willing to take a dementor’s kiss and fight a professor for harry, so this mortal enemy thing isn’t going to work. draco tells lupin he knows he's’ a werewolf, and threatens to expose him to the school board if he doesn’t keep his mouth shut about all of this. or nah, says his mom said to let her know if lupin so much as looked at him funny, and she would destroy him. draco says and lupin ever hurts harry he’ll use his father’s solution instead, and lupin half smiles and compliments his buttons. draco says yes, they could do a lot of damage, even with simple wingardium leviosa charm. then that lupid realized it was draco who slowed harry’s fall before. draco makes comparison between buckbeak and lupin. harry’s like he’s a werewolf?? “obviously, didn’t granger tell you?” joke about needing a memory charm. lupin knows they’re not enemies, doesn’t know they’re soulmates.

draco taking patronus charm classes alongside harry after the confrontation with lupin.

while hermione is being ostracized by ron and harry. she hangs out with the slytherins. her and draco really do get along scarily well. draco agrees with hermione that the firebolt should be inspected. very odd moment for everyone, really.

scabbers is supposedly eaten by crookshanks

harry says that cho is kinda pretty and draco gets pissy. harry and ron vs draco and hermione. they’re both just like what the fuck m8.

buckbeak verdict is announced. draco is like !!! what do you want me to do ???? and it’s actually ron who’s like don’t worry about it mate, we know you tried, can image my dad would be too pleased if i was mauled by buckbeak

slytherin vs gryffindor game - harry still catches the snitch and they win, but thanks to draco on chaser they only win by 100 points, so slytherin still gets the quidditch cup. wood curses up a storm that malfoy switched to chaser, he’s far too good at it. draco is worried harry will be pissed they got the cup, and he’s a little indignant, but mostly he’s … kinda proud of draco? because there were almost no fouls this game. slytherin won mostly fair and square. lee jordan spends a lot time commentating that malfoy switching to chaser was the worst thing that ever happened to gryffindor.

draco follows them down to hagrids. finally admits that he feels guilty and stiffly apologized to hagrid, saying he tried to talk his dad out of it, but he wouldn’t listen. hagrid is instantly endeared, because he is the best person in all of the hp series. says something about he shouldn’t have brought something that dangerous. draco calls hagrid ‘scamander stock’ and he tries to make it sound like an insult, but by the way hagrid tears up it’s clear it’s a compliment. they see lucius and the executioner coming, and draco panics - his dad will be pissed if he finds him. hagrid hurries all of them out and gives draco and affectionate pat on the way out.

they all end up following into the whomping willow. sirius, lupin, and snape. pettigrew.

draco is more concerned about sirius than lupin - figures a black with a vendetta is more worrisome than a werewolf. look at his mother, after all. he and sirius get into an argument about it all. is like wtf about the scabbers thing.

snape appears, they fight. harry disarms him, and draco is like fuck this noise he uses the memory charm on him from behind, then ron knocks him out. lupin: “i thought you struggled with non corporeal tied charms.” draco: “…. i do.” no one has any idea what condition snape will wake up in. draco’s like if snape finds out about us, that’s fucking it, he’ll never keep the secret. golden trio’s like that’s your head of house!!! and draco shrugs and is like whatever he’s kind of bastard, really. and sirius laughs and says he’s not all bad or something like that.

deal with the pettigrew thing

snape has only lost a few hours worth of memory. he asks why draco was there, and draco is like ??? i saw someone sneaking around and told you and followed you out, what the heck.

draco and harry go back in time. draco knew about the time turner. harry “why does no one tell me anything” potter. he summons a snake, and harry uses parseltongue to tell it what to do. it captures pettigrew. draco and hermione are anxious, looking for whoever cast the patronus, but harry realizes it was him, and does it. they steal buckbeak and take him to sirius. they’ve captured pettigrew. trials are not easy things, so black should stay away until some sort of bail is posted on him or something. but authorities do get called.

pettigrew does escape custody, but not before everyone sees him. so he still helps resurrect voldemort, but the sirius’s trial / case is still be reviewed. MOTHERFUCKING PLOT TWIST lucius agrees to represent sirius in trial. people point out that won’t help his believability any, and naricissa is like my cousin deserves the best and the best is my husband, get fucked.

draco’s talk with lupin. banishes his silver buttons, and says that lupin should stay because he’s a great teacher, and exactly what they’ll need to survive what’s coming. call’s it his “furry little problem” unknowingly echoing james. lupin laughs, lighter. harry bursts in saying he’s heard. draco is like oh good, maybe he’ll listen to you. but lupin ignores them both and ruffles their hair.

silver trio is there. just. reacting to things, hanging out.

ginny sticking her nose in things, while being bffs with luna.

maurader’s map locked so it can’t be changed or altered. our group amends it so it can’t be altered by any but the original six.

add crookshanks and scabbers

#writing advice #posting my raw outlines gives me so much anxiety #anon #asks

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leftenant-sinani · 3 years

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A bit of supernatural stuff from my universe again

Long post incoming.

The Three Beholders ; Beholders, Watchers, Dark Lords, Time Turners or Judges. They have many names, but they most commonly known as Beholders or Watchers to some. The Beholders are strange entities, deemed as either deities or demons to those who know about them. Their whole existence in general is very subtle and there is little to no evidence that they actually exist. However, it is said that 1 out of 10 000 people can actually see one of them in their dreams. Those who did see them in their dreams often went insane as Beholders are entities who are not supposed to be seen for mere mortals, this strange fact is shared with Ancient Gods from the old Grudgewill folklore. A lot is known about Beholders, but most of it comes from unreliable sources as minds of insane men and women, not to mention there is still a tons of information about them to cover, which is not to this very day. It is said that those who did see them and did not went insane, are keeping it either in secret as they are in so-called 'Covenant of Soul' of one of the Beholders, or they are lying about it so they will get attention. The truth is always evident in most of the cases when it comes to the lying individuals. However, there are some cases that actually talked freely in case of the second Beholder and even had a lot of evidence. Beholders are being told about in many lights. Some say that they are deities who are supposed to be our saviours when the time is right for it. Some on the other hand say that they are demons of untold power, who are the to blame for all the wars, hatred, pain and other horrible things. And then there is the middle version, which talks about these beings as only watchers who turn the wheels of the universe or possibly more universes whenever they feel like it but with no intention of doing good nor evil, as their only interest is to watch our petty lives. Whichever version is correct is up to debate. Needless to say, that Divine Order permitted the worshipping of such beings, as the tales mostly include that they are many times more powerful than the Saint Trio... or even the demons from the official religions and folklore; That their power can shape the universes themselves. The tales talk about three Beholders, the names are often the same, sometimes different, but it is not confirmed that these entities have even names or forms they are described as: The first Beholder, often called as Os Taq, the Mad Lord. In some religions, he's being referred to as someone who was a close acquaintance of demon Azazel, even though they are very different from each other. According to the painting from the insane people who saw him in their dreams, his look is not very describable, but he is often imagined as shadow silhouette of a demon with horns, dark halo and with only visible orange eyes and mouth full of sharp teeth, in some paintings, a fire is coming out of both his eyes and mouth. From what the people said, his voice is sound like demonic echo which talks in very strange language - most probably some ancient one - which cannot be understood at first, but it will eventually translate itself in the person's head into so-called 'Shakespearean English' as the people call it. It's believed that he's the most common Beholder out of the three to meet in dreams, and is taking pleasure in making the weak-willed people go insane. However, this kind of rule applies to every Beholder, as weak-willed individuals simply cannot comprehend the sight of them. The strong-willed characters often have strange nightmares in row for few days if Os Taq shows up in their dreams. He does not choose almost any person to be his chosen one, but if he does, he must be very interested in them (or so it's said), and there's not any information at the moment about what kind of abilities and terms the person gets. The second Beholder, called as Wernatt, the Judge of the Fate, often called as simply Watcher instead of Beholder. (That's also the origin of this Watcher term for the rest of the Beholders) Wernatt is considered to be most interested in fates of the living beings, and he chooses his favourites he deem as most fascinating people, who could do many good - or bad - deeds, and of course, the person has to have strong will in general. Those are called Watcher's Chosen. He offers them great power that cannot be explained by any magical theory, and of course invincibility at the cost of watching them with full interest and making them go live a life in different dimension than the one the person was born in, and if the person fails to impress the Wernatt to a certain measure, they will be eventually killed in some way and their soul will be kept by the Watcher himself. It is said that he lets his chosen speak freely of his presence to let the other, whether it's to spread the fear or fascination is unknown, as the chosen ones do not have a single idea themselves. This Beholder is often described as a pitch black silhouette of a man with piercing green eyes, his voice slightly deep and monotonous as if it was coming from a man with no soul and his presence can be known by sudden drop in temperature and unpleasant feeling in general. If he shows up in dreams of weak-willed person, the result is insanity, of course. However, if it's some strong-willed person, he doesn't materialise personally, but he makes sure to make the dream to be surreal and leave you with an unforgettable experience, whether it's for good or bad. Third and last Beholder, the Hernez, the Harbinger. The most illusive Beholder out of them all, as not very much is known about this one. A certain religion talks about him as a creator of Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, but that isn't confirmed nor denied. He's being often associated with evil and soul, not to mention that some people believe he's also the father of most of the demons and evil beings on Abrados, but all of this is pure speculation. He's the most rare Beholder to be seen in dreams, however, in this case it's better that he doesn't, since people who saw him in their dreams, not only go insane, but in most cases, they end up with some very horrible illness and in extreme cases, the mere sight of him can make you die. In all cases, he takes the soul of every person that saw him in their dreams; it is not known why exactly. Same as Wernatt and Os Taq, he too chooses his chosen. They are far, FAR rarer than the Wernatt ones, but still more common than Os Taq's. Sadly, not much can be said about the abilities nor terms, besides the most probable fact that the chosen one is in Covenant of Soul; In theory, the chosen one receives powers and something extra in the exchange for the Hernez their soul after their death OR if they will break the rule of silence, but all of this is a simple theory and the only explanation why the chosen ones are so rare as well. How does the Hernez look, is not really exactly known as the opinions vary, but there are three most used version; First version is portraying Hernez as a tall, black shadow with a silver mask reminding a face. Second version is a human male with a head of the lion, and the last version is more similar to his brethren, pitch black silhouette of a demon with crimson red eyes and nothing else.There is a lot of minor versions as well, but it seems that Hernez doesn't really have any real form and probably is making himself look different for every human or certain amount of people. Certain religions claim about Hernez having direct connectivity to a demon called Pazuzu, the worst and most known demon from tales and legends, but then again, those are but only claims. The Beholders are fascinating beings, who most probably have the very power of turning the world instantly into utopia... or apocalypse. But what is their real goal? Are they meant to be the highest versions of gods? Are they truly entities that rule over not just one, but many other universes like ours? Do they enjoy seeing many civilizations fall and rise while they most probably have the control to end it all at once? Will they ever come down on Abrados in their real physical forms? So many questions, yet only few answers. But who knows... Maybe some questions should rather remain unaswered, as the truth might not be what we were looking for this whole time...

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cherryblossomcheesecake · 3 years

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God & His Priests & His Kings V2: Chapter 4 - A FFXV OC Fanfic

I’m rewriting this fic almost 3 years after I finished it since new ideas and plot bunnies have hit so here’s hoping I can stick with the series and see it through this time around. Sequel to How Rare & Beautiful.

Master list Word Count: 2,541 Upload: 05/23/21

Previous Chapter

Dawn - Jeremy Soule

In the week following Eun-Byeol's departure from the kingdom, I was able to settle into her routine quickly. I slept a little later than usual, only waking when the court ladies entered the room with my breakfast.

None of my former colleagues seemed to be aware of the switch, accepting my absence with ease and welcoming Ji-Hye into their ranks as the replacement.

The only difficulty I had experienced so far was the lack of privacy that came with having attendants and court ladies. The location of the royal apartments and overabundance of guards and staff certainly was making it difficult for Orion and I to see each other privately, much to his annoyance.

"I for one can't wait for this undercover business of yours to be done with. I'm tired of almost getting caught by the guards whenever I leave." Orion grumbled quietly, tugging his boots back on in the dim candle light.

I smiled indulgently from my place behind him on the bed, teasingly responding with, "No, you're just annoyed of having to leave right away so you don't get caught in bed with a princess."

He huffed out a quiet laugh, "What can I say, I've grown used to you curling around me after we make love."

I hummed lightly as I wrapped the sheets around my torso and shifted to sit up so I could rest my chin on his shoulder.

"It won't be for much longer, just until the peace is settled and the empire is out of the city. Then we can go back to our lives and back to seeing each other more regularly." I murmured against his bare shoulder, pulling gently on one of his braids.

"You say that, but it doesn't make me any less impatient." Orion said with a grin, turning to kiss me with a hunger that was softened by how gently he cradled my face in his hand.

I laughed into the kiss as I fell backwards onto the mattress, Orion following and hovering over me carefully. The hand cradling my face slowly slipped down my neck to rest on my chest, my lover brushing his thumb along my clavicle before parting our heated kiss.

"All this talk of secrecy and here you are acting like a coeurl to keep me in your bed longer. It's as if you want us to be found out." He teased, smirking as he moved himself off the bed to put his shirt back on.

I just laughed in response, rolling onto my front as the sheets tangled around my waist. I watched as he slipped on his belt before ducking down to kiss my head lightly.

"Sleep well, my princess. Until we meet again." Orion said quietly before slipping into the hall unnoticed, as I allowed myself to succumb to exhaustion.

*BREAK*

I found myself on the beaches of Galdin for the first time in years, squinting in the sun in order to take in my surroundings. The dream world preserved the perfection of my memory of the place from eight years ago, my gaze travelling along the white sand of the beach until they rested on the dark figure that had called out to me.

Noctis sat on a dock not too far away, his feet dangling in the water as he looked out across the ocean. I walked towards the teenager with a slight smile, allowing my form to taken on the familiar appearance of my yellow school uniform from my first life.

I settled down beside him, swinging my feet in the water and waited for the younger boy to speak.

The prince fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he asked quietly, "Does it hurt to die?"

I looked at him in confusion, a frown gracing my face.

"I depends on the manner of death in my opinion. I died from blood loss while unconscious, but hitting my head did hurt quite a bit. Why do you ask?" I answered truthfully, watching his face for his reaction.

"I saw dad on the news recently and he isn't doing so well…" Noctis trailed off, his mouth pressing into a thin line.

I wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders, gently pulling him into a hug.

"We all die eventually, but your father still has many years left as king, Noctis. You don't have to worry about that just yet." I assured him, squeezing his shoulder lightly.

"How do you know that though? He looks so fragile and…"

"Everyone has a destiny and your father's journey isn't over yet," I told the prince, rubbing his back soothingly, "I know it's hard to see a parent as anything other than invincible as time goes on."

"Yeah.." Noctis trailed off, looking down to his hands, "Thanks, Angel. For everything."

I smiled brightly at his use of the childish nickname, the one he had given my dream form after the daemon attack eight years ago.

"This is what I'm here for, to make sure you're safe and okay…" I replied, ruffling his hair teasingly as he squawked and pouted over his now messy hair.

The prince merely huffed as he tried to salvage his black locks, a hint of a grin showing on his face as we continued to look out across the dreamscape.

*BREAK*

I awoke to the quiet murmurs and shuffling of the court ladies, the trio rousing me from my sleep as they moved around the dining area of the third princess' apartments.

I silently slipped out of the large bed, pulling on my discarded silk robe over my naked body and tying it closed before walking out to where the court ladies had placed my morning meal.

The court ladies briefly acknowledged my presence before moving into the bedroom to tidy it and select my clothes for the day. Tension filled the air as the entire palace seemed to rush anxiously in preparation for the Nifelheim embassy's arrival, and it had been steadily growing as the date of their arrival drew near.

I could hear the trio of court ladies fretting over what I should wear as I ate my berries and porridge, worrying if certain styles or colours would be deemed offensive to the foreigners.

I was also nervous about taking part in these negotiations, as I couldn't be found out in my role as pretending to be Eun-Byeol, or the entire thing would fall apart.

I finished my tea before making my way back to the bedroom, seeing the blue and white ruqun Bo-Ra and I-Seul had decided on, with Ji-Hye deciding what pins to adorn my hair with.

I quickly washed up with the water provided in the basin, wiping all traces of sleep and my activities with Orion from my skin. I allowed the robe to drop from my shoulders, I-Seul quickly removing it from my person as Bo-Ra began dressing me in my undergarments.

The two of them quickly began dressing me in the ruqun before guiding me to the vanity so Ji-Hye could do my hair as I began the swift process of applying a small amount of makeup.

As the younger girl began braiding sections of my hair and inserting jeweled pins, I applied powder, kohl and a lip balm, pinching my cheeks for some added colour.

Once I had finished and Ji-Hye stepped away from my hair, I was indistinguishable from the real third princess.

I applied a bit of rose water to my neck and wrists before clipping in my silver earrings, preparing to make my way towards the main foyer where I was to meet the other two princesses.

Stepping into my satin slippers, I left the royal apartments with my court ladies in tow, our group moving quickly through the halls of the palace.

My retinue and I were the last to arrive, the other two princesses waiting with their selection of court ladies, the faint murmurs of the court the only noise filling the antechamber. The three of us stood there for a few minutes, staring at each other until the calls of the head eunuch signalled our entrance to the court.

It was overwhelming to be the center of everyone's attention, as nobody paid any attention to a court lady when in the presence of a princess. I tried to mask my panic as I followed Gyeong-Hui and Se-Hyeon up the stairs to the three thrones, focusing on evening out my breathing and not tripping.

Settling daintily on the seat of Eun-Byeol's throne, I fixed my gaze on the large doors at the back of the room, knowing that the imperial embassy would walk in at any moment.

The head eunuch appeared below the dias, clearing his throat before announcing, "Presenting the imperial embassy of the Nifelheim empire. Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, Brigadier General Loqi Tummelt, and High Commander Ravus Nox Fleuret, former prince of Tenebrae."

I perked up at the mention of Ravus' name, surprised by his presence in the embassy.

While we hadn't been close like Luna and I due to the large age difference, I still remembered that he had been kind to me while I was in Tenebrae. The man who entered the throne room was starkly different from the boy of my memory, his mouth set in a harsh line and eyes void of any emotion; his blonde hair had grown out of its short style, and any remnants of childhood had melted off his face.

The brigadier general was an unknown face and looked surprisingly young for his military position, while the chancellor was as strange as the last time he was in Goryeo.

"Greetings once again, fair princesses of Goryeo. Thank you for welcoming the imperial embassy to your beautiful city." Ardyn stated with all the pomp and dramatics of his last visit.

"Good day to you, Chancellor, and your companions. We hope your journey was safe and comfortable." Gyeong-Hui replied formally, scrutinising the trio of men at the foot of the steps.

"It was quite long and tiresome, but seeing your lovely faces has surely rejuvenated my companions as much as I."

I withheld a shudder as the chancellor's eyes slid across each of us, lingering a moment longer on my figure before flickering back to the first princess.

"Nonetheless, you must be tired. Please allow the servants to escort you to your guest chambers so you may rest and freshen up before the evening meal." Se-Hyeon interjected, a tentative smile gracing her face.

"How could refuse the generosity of such gracious hosts. Thank you, your highnesses." the chancellor replied, bowing low to us before leading the other two out of the throne room.

The tension in the room seeming to immediately disappear with the group from the empire, members of the court finally relaxing.

*BREAK*

Dinner was just as tense of an affair as this morning in the throne room had been. I remained silent for the most part, only speaking when spoken to by the chancellor.

"Have you given any thought to the previous proposal the empire has offered, your highnesses?" Ardyn inquired, sipping at the sweet ulwatt wine that had been imported for the occasion.

"If we had, our answer would still remain the same. Someone who marries outside our borders cannot reside within them with their spouse. It is only because of politics that your embassy and escort are allowed in our lands." Gyeong-Hui replied steadily.

"How unfortunate. I only hope that we are able to come to an agreement that mutually benefits both of us that is equal to the solidity of marriage." the chancellor said, his golden eyes boring into the first princess' equally intense gaze.

"Indeed." Se-Hyeon murmured, looking into the depths of her wine cup.

Silence fell over the room once more before the sound of my chair legs scraping against the floor filled the dining hall.

"Excuse me but I need a moment to get some air" I said breathlessly, bobbing a quick curtsey to our guests and the other princesses before walking out of the dining hall as fast as was deemed appropriate.

I didn't slow my pace until I was in the nearest empty garden, gasping for breath as I attempted to calm myself. I settled down on a stone bench, closing my eyes as I breathed in the scent of the flowers around me.

The chancellor unnerved me quite a bit and his eyes always felt like they were dissecting me whenever he looked at me. It was suffocating.

I was so immersed in calming myself down that I barely caught the polite clearing of a throat, propelling me upwards to face the entrance of the garden. Ravus stood awkwardly in in the garden, looking lost as he averted his gaze from me.

I composed myself swiftly, taking a deep breath.

"Is there something I can help you with, High Commander?" I offer quietly, staring at the uneasy man before me.

"Ah, no, your highness. I was simply walking in the gardens before retiring. I did not mean to intrude." the former prince answered quietly, his mismatched eyes finally meeting mine.

"In that case, would you care to walk with me through the gardens and talk? I would like to get to know you since your company will be with us for quite some time." I asked Ravus, smiling politely at the shadow of the boy I used to know.

"I would be honoured, princess." the blonde replied, offering me his arm and allowed me to begin guiding him through the various gardens in the palace.

Ravus cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding my curious gaze to look around the garden.

"The gardens here are quite lovely, especially the water gardens." he said quietly, causing me to smile at his continued awkwardness.

"Thank you, but I'm sure they can't compare to the beauty of Tenebrae's nature. I hear that your cities and Fenestala Manor are practically interwoven with the trees and other plants." I laughed, remembering the beauty of the royal family's home prior to the empire's attack.

Ravus tensed slightly at the mention of his family home, a sudden seriousness overcoming him.

"My childhood home is indeed beautiful despite the scars it still retains after the empire's invasion years ago." he acknowledged gravely.

I turned away from the gardens to face him, looking at him with empathy.

"I'm sorry for what happened to your home and family. I may have not known her personally, but I heard Queen Sylva was a benevolent ruler, and an even more loving mother." I offered, remembering the radiant woman who had been so kind to me despite being an unknown piece of the puzzle.

"Thank you. What happened to my home and family was a tragedy, let us hope that your council and our embassy can come to a suitable agreement so that history does not repeat itself in Goryeo." the former prince replied, causing my heart rate to rise in sudden anxiety at the veiled threat behind his words.

We continued our walk in silence, my mind turning quickly in an attempt to formulate some kind of agreement that would be equal to that of marriage, the promise of destruction lingering in the back of my mind.

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disconnected || chapter six

They trio - the three doomed musketeers - had only been riding for about a block when they realized that they hadn’t escaped as clean as they had thought. They were not ahead. They had started as the ones doing the hunting, now they were the ones being hunted. And that was made crystal clear when Bill heard metal on gravel, and the cry of Eddie in pain. He wished that sound wasn’t so familiar.

Eddie was pedaling as fast as the bike would let him, which was a fine speed, but seemed sub-par compared to Silver the Speeding Bullet. And he had his eyes fixed on the end of every street they turned onto, because he just wanted to get away, he wasn’t even intent on getting to a particular location - like home. He just wanted to put as much distance between he and Henry as possible. Unfortunately, it turns out he was closer than they thought. So close, actually, he appeared on the road in front of Eddie. Like he thought he was invincible. Like he thought the reason the bullet hadn’t hit him was because he had some kind of natural force field. Like he was being protected. As if Eddie hadn’t been the one who saved him.

Eddie had saved Henry. What a horrible concept.

Eddie froze for a moment, when he realized that this childhood bully would rather get run over than move, and he swerved. Because Henry wouldn’t be the only one hurt if Eddie tried to go through him. And he swerved in such a way that sent him into the great, big oak tree that stood on the side of Dryyer Street - with a branch just low enough that Bill was able to climb it when Stan got his kite stuck in it’s particularly high branches last summer. Eddie shut his eyes tight as he felt the collision. Like it might not happen if he couldn’t see it.

It did.

Bill tried his best to come to a graceful stop, because that sound he heard had to have meant disaster, and he was right. Although, the graceful stop didn’t pan out. The stop was to abrupt to give them both time to get their feet on the ground, to balance themselves. So the bike tilted, they hit pavement, caught themselves the best they could with their hands. A piece of stone dug into Ben’s palm, but he got off the bike as soon as he could manage, because it was instinct. Because he knew he was the majority of he weight, and it would be much easier for Bill to escape if he wasn’t weighing it down.

Two bike crashes in the span of two minutes.

One insane bully looking for quick revenge.

A Tozier Voice speaks in Eddie’s head “Tomorrow's headline! Four Sixteen Year Olds Kill Each Other in Death Battle. Dead boy grounded by livid mother! Grounded for the rest of eternity!”

Henry was laughing that terrible cackle of his. Bill got to his feet, ignored a pain throb through his leg. It was dull, enough to feel, enough to maybe impede, but not to debilitate, not enough to concern. Eddie had hit the tree trunk hard, there was blood on his face, but he had the breath knocked out of him so severely he couldn't find the mind space to figure from where it had come? Did he break his nose, or had the bark from the tree scraped his face that badly? He lied in the grass next to the tree, searching his pockets for an inhaler that had been abandoned in the roadside gravel during the fall. And once again, Eddie was convinced this was the end for him. His gasps, and Henry’s chuckles were all the Bill could distinctly hear. Sounds that he heard Ben’s voice interrupt.

“Bill?” Ben’s voice was strained, panicked, breathy, “where’s the gun?”

Bill’s the breathless one now. And maybe he understands how Eddie feels when his lungs suddenly betray him. Because he was sure he hadn’t put the gun in his bag - the bag that Ben was desperately searching, that still had a novel and a history textbook inside - and if they didn’t have it, who did?

They were snapped out of their panic when they heard a snap. Thankfully not the snap of a gun, or a trigger, or even a switchblade. But the snap of an inhaler under the heel of a boot.

Bill sprung to action as soon as the sound clicked into place, as soon as he saw the splinters of plastic under Henry’s shoe. He ran at him, in a football-esque tackle that was meant to injure. And Ben was almost sure of two things: one, was that Eddie would run out of air before they could get him anywhere. And two, that Bill would fail to knock him over, because no matter how grand Bill looked to his friends, Henry would always be bigger.

But Henry’s back hit the gravel - Ben was wrong about at least one thing - tore the back of his shirt. But there was one thing in the back of Bill’s mind, during the assault, that he couldn’t shake, even while his heart was racing and he had much better things to focus his attention on. When would this end? What could stop him, if not a gun? Would they actually end up killing him? And could they do it before Eddie runs out of oxygen.

Eddie grabbed a fistfull of grass, coughing, Richie, where are you?

He heard footsteps beside him, he thought for a moment he’d see Richie kneel down, and he thought for a moment he might just find the strength in himself to hurt him somehow. But then he saw it was Ben, and he realized that was a much more realistic face to see above him.

Henry struggled, cussing viciously, trying to get Bill off of him before he had a chance to hit him, or to at least turn the tables. Bill grabbed a fistfull of Henry’s hair - a mirror of the grass in Eddie’s hand - and smashed his head into the gravel - a mirror of what Henry had done to Stan those few days ago. And Henry winced, pried his eyes open in a glare so hateful Bill could say he had come face to face with the devil and it wouldn’t have been that far from the truth. He hiked his fist back to hit him, heart racing, in the same moment that Henry pointed the gun at him.

Found it.

Bill froze. Henry held his breath - resilient, fearless, insane. Ben was trying to help Eddie up, because they had to get him help somehow, somewhere. Eddie was just trying to breath.

Its a placebo. I can breath. Breath. Richie i need you. Breath.

Bill closed his eyes, hand frozen in the air, ready to hit. And then the three of them, all at once, heard the trigger snap. Eddie stopped gasping, Ben turned towards the source, and Bill nearly died from fear. But he didn’t. He wasn’t even bleeding. There was no bullet. He played a game of Russian Roulette and won.

Bill swung his fist down to connect with Henry’s nose, dead center of the face, gush of blood in a split second, sore fist in the next. He smashed the hand holding the gun down onto the gravel, and then again when it didn’t let go the first time. He felt like he was the star of an action movie, he was sure he had seen a reproduction of this scene somewhere else. He pushed the gun away from them, because Henry refused to quit, how could have they expected anything different? - and he didn’t want to risk not being so lucky. Eddie watched, breath slowly oozing back into his lungs as he was pulled to his feet, he saw the smashed aspirator on the gravel, Bill and Henry brawling a few inches to its left, people sleeping in their bedrooms just on the other side of the street, someone watching TV in their living room, totally ignorant to the war waging outside their white picket fence. And he took a shaky breath in, grateful to be breathing. Not thinking, contemplating or really noticing that his lungs decided to cooperate. And honestly, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to think about it. He just wanted to get out of there, and maybe yell at Bill a little later.

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fullysowerewolf · 7 years

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What your choice for the species of the custom character in Sonic Forces says about you

Bird

You probably really like the Babylon Rogues from the Riders series and wish they’d appear in a proper Sonic game

You also have most likely played all of the Riders games or at least the first two. (since Free Riders sucked)

You probably picked this species for the ability to double jump and hope this means it will extend to wall jumping.

You probably own several pet parrots/birds yourself.

You probably plan on making either a Jet expy or (if you’re really obscure) a Speedy expy.

You might also really like Bean the Dynamite and might make an expy of him too.

And since Reptile isn’t an option to pick, you’re going with the next best thing.

You’re also going to do your damndest to name your character “Suck the Cock”.

Bear

You’re probably the “Dad” of your group of friends, always watching out for them and trying to stop them from potentially getting themselves or yourself arrested.

You’re also probably into Tank characters and classes like the Heavy from TF2 or the Warrior class from WoW.

You’ll probably spend most of the time stopping the flow of the game just to smash up badniks.

You also collect stuffed animals, most of them teddy bears.

You also really miss Bark the Polar Bear and thus are more than likely are going to try and make him in the game.

Wolf

You probably picked this species because it’s the “cool” option out of all of them.

You more than likely are one of the few fans who actually liked the werehog stages in Unleashed and thought they were either good or at least ok.

You also probably like werehog Sonic and by extension, werewolf movies.

And Nack the Weasel, you probably really like Nack/Fang since he’s supposedly half wolf.

And the custom character shown in the CG trailer too.

You’re also probably a lowkey furry that doesn’t want to admit to themselves that they are a furry.

And you’re more than likely really upset that Tails isn’t playable or that Fox isn’t an option to pick, so you’re going with the next best thing.

Cat

You’re probably a big Blaze fan and are still gutted that she hasn’t gotten a chance to properly shine in a 3D Sonic game.

You might also be a Big the Cat fan, whether ironically or genuinely.

You also went with the “cool” option, but didn’t want to go with the “obvious option” of Wolf, so you went with Cat instead.

Most likely a cat person.

Is a good dancer.

You might make Honey the Cat in game or just really want her to come back in an official game.

You might suck at playing Sonic games which is why you will be needing that racial trait.

Dog

You are more than likely a casual Sonic fan, just getting the game cause it looks fun.

You really just want the fanbase to get along, even when you know it’s a fool’s errand to wish for that to happen.

More than likely a dog person.

You’re most likely an easygoing, laid-back, chill guy/girl who gets along with everybody and has a large friend circle.

Doesn’t really care about achievements and high rankings when completing levels.

Is a good boy/girl.

You also probably suck at Sonic games, which is why you need that racial trait.

Rabbit

You more than likely like Cream the Rabbit or her mother Vanilla and loved playing the shit out of her in the Sonic Advance series.

Because you like playing her so much, you probably picked the Rabbit option because you want to try and cheese the levels by abusing that extra invincibility time.

You also really like Bunnie Rabbot, if you’re an Archie Sonic fan.

You’re also more than likely are going to make Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

You probably get a kick out of seeing an adorable critter such as a rabbit dressed as an edgelord extreme destroying robots.

You’re also an ironic meme loving fuck, but not as much as a Hedgehog.

Hedgehog

You’re either the most boring, basic bitch ever. Or the most ironic, trolling, meme loving motherfucker this side of the fandom.

We all know what you’re going to make when this game comes out. Coldsteel’s, Cinos’, Sonic.exe’s, all of that shit.

You’re going to make the most absurd thing ever and you will love every second that avatar is in a cutscene, looking like some little kid’s Deviantart fangasm.

You also really like the hedgehog trio of Sonic,Shadow, and Silver.

And maybe you’re also a fan of Amy Rose. But not as much as the hedgehog trio.

You also like to gorge yourself on unhealthy foods like chili dogs and doritos and wash it all down with coke and mountain dew.

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