#royal snos

[m-art-i]

My parents are hosting a royal ball with neighboring monarchs and you noticed me, heir to the throne, shoving food into a bag to steal 

thanks to @toxixpumpkin for the prompt :)

sunaosa, 1k

Osamu had never really cared for balls, nothing but vain obstensions of emptiness, frills and golds, itchy clothes and painful shoes. There was only one thing that kept him from completely disregard his parents orders to attend (that wasn’t the fact that he was the crown prince, heir to the throne of Inarizaki, destined to rule above all, yadda yadda…), and it was the food. 

His parents, despite their complete ignorance on how to relax, knew what good food was, and had the best cooks from all over the Seven Islands come work for them, and what were balls if not excuses to show off how much better you were than every one else? Hence the best dishes in the universe were just waiting for him, not to mention the most exquisite pastries and the softest cakes, and the sweetest wine, and… well, really, everything. 

And here laid his biggest problem. He couldn’t eat all of it. He would take him a week just to taste every single thing on display. And what if one was so good he wanted seconds? Not counting the fact that he probably would need to stand still next to his parents for the whole thing, not even getting close enough to the refreshments table to get a whiff of the most amazing smells known to human noses.

Hence his great plan for tonight: set Atsumu loose on their parents just before the bulk of the crowd started to shuffle in so they would be distracted and pay him no mind as he raided the buffet. He had a bag and was planning on getting two of each treat, so he could try them all later, in the peace of his own quarters, savoring the tastes without the anxiety of always needing to appear presentable in front of the guests that had come all the way here from the other kingdoms likely just to see him.

It wasn’t really fair, he thought, as he got a wink from Atsumu over their father’s shoulder, signal that’s it was go time. 

It was his house, after all, he should have been allowed to do what he wanted, he reasoned, as he got the bag out from the inside pocket of his jacket and started scanning the table. He decided that any plate was good to start, so he just started grabbing his loot, shoving everything inside the bag unceremoniously and silently asking for forgiveness to the cooks if the poor treatment he was giving to the food were to ruin some of the beautiful plating they had made. 

But he didn’t have time to worry about that now, and he’d rather eat something ugly and ruined that tasted delicious than some beautiful, shiny, perfectly plated thing that only tasted of plastic— 

Osamu stilled, hand half raised towards his next victim, eyes glued into a beautiful, sharp pair of green eyes, staring at him from the other side of the table.

“Oh,” he said, letting his gaze travel down to the black jacket perfectly tailored over perfect shoulders, gold buttons on lapels in a fashion that was so distinctively not Inarizaki— 

Osamu straightened up, letting his brain catch up to the situation. Presentable. He needed to be presentable for the guests, he was the prince—

“Are you stealing food?” the boy in front of him asked, raising one perfect pretty eyebrow in question. 

Osamu hesitated, looking everywhere for an escape route. “Uhm, I was just…”

“Your food?” the boy continued. “In your own castle?” 

“Well,” Osamu tried, but no proper excuse came out.He just looked at this boy, perfectly casted in his role, standing there in front of him, and his brain drew completely blank. He deflated, admitting defeat, and replied: “Yeah, I was.”

The boy’s mouth curled up on one side in a small asymmetrical smile that he was quick to push back down. “Why?” he asked, mirth still making his eyes shine. 

“Cause I was probably gonna miss it all, standing there,” Osamu said, gesturing vaguely with a nod to the dias where his parents were still being distracted by Atsumu. He owed him so much, for this. Maybe he’d even let him have his share of desserts for a week. Maybe.

“Scared everyone’s gonna finish it before you get here?” the boy said, perfectly set shoulders slumping slightly as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Can’t you just ask your cooks to make more just for you?”

“I guess, but that would trouble them. They don’t cook like this everyday, y’know.”

“Oh. Right,” the boy frowned slightly, staring down at the table deep in thought. Then suddenly he looked back up at Osamu, and there was something mischievous shining behind those sharp green eyes. “Need help?” 

Osamu felt his eyes widen of their own accord. “What?” 

“Do you need help? We can go faster if we use four hands,” the boy said, circling around the table to reach his side. “Only thing I ask in return is for you to tell me were can I hide this ball out without being found,” he added, staring at him hard with his chin slightly raised in defiance. 

Osamu just stared back, mesmerized by the way a short bang had escaped his perfectly coiffed hair and was now hanging freely over his forehead. Marveling at how the boy wasn’t making any move to put it back in its place. 

“Do we have a deal?” the boy asked, seeing Osamu wasn’t being very responsive. 

Osamu felt a smile pull at the corner of his lips. “What’s your name?” he asked instead of replying. 

“Rintarou,” the boy said. 

Osamu was waiting for his family name, to know where he was from, which kingdom he had to keep an eye on, but nothing else followed. His smile grew larger. “I’m Osamu,” he said. 

Rintarou chuckled quietly. “Oh, I know who you are. Do we have a deal or not, my prince?” 

“Well, Rintarou,” Osamu said, opening the bag again and raising it higher to make it easier to throw the food inside. “I think we definitely do.”

[the end? more like the beginning...]

#sunaosa #miya osamu #suna rintarou #haikyuu!! #hq #royal snos

[yourdarlingness]

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[slyvieselkie]

Regret VI

In the silence of the ruined Summer Hall, there was only the crunching of footsteps. Letting out a foggy breath, the man stopped seeing another figure. It was a woman with long black hair, wearing layers of white fabrics. He knew she would be here, would be waiting for him.

He spoke with unusual calmness despite the fury he was currently feeling, "It was you all along, you had brought everyone into this misery."

Spinning around, the woman revealed her bright golden eyes and smirked, "Jon Sno-ah, or do you prefer Aegon?", she spat out the Targaryen name.

The brunette man clenched his fists, "Jon...", and he fell silent not knowing what else to say expect, "Why? You seem to hate the Targaryens, why is that? And why did it cause you to start this civil war?"

A laugh rung out in the air, "Ah child, you came in here so confidently I thought you had figured out everything", the black haired woman hummed and played with her long nails, "How much do you know about me?"

His thoughts returned back to the moment he had found Eddard Stark's hidden journal. The passage was quite jumbled as if he had wrote it right then and there, with many thoughts and ideas going through his head. There was a witch who seemed as bloodthirsty as a beast, a sentence about Lyanna before it was cut off half way with a scribble, mentions of Rhaegar and how he was a bastard before that too finished suddenly. But the ending was clear. That beastly witch will kill us all, in revenge for Elia Martell.

"Elia Martell, you started this because of Elia Martell", he whispered and Jon lost his breath seeing her smirk fall into despair, "You of all people, should not say her name. Dirty bastard!", she roared and Jon stepped back understanding why Eddark had called her a beast.

Then her face fell expressionless as if nothing had ever happened, "Elia Martell, was my biggest regret", she looked around the ruined hall and smiled bitterly, "No, allowing her to change from Martell to Targaryen is my biggest regret."

....

I was a Bloodmage from Essos, grew up in Asshai seeing the impurity and possibilities of blood magic. And grew up excelling in this horrid field. When Essos became too boring for me, I traveled the world from top to bottom, left to right, finding life and death in the farthest corners of the world. My last stop before returning back to Asshai, was Dorne. It was there that I had met her.

"Please, bloodmage, is there anything you could do to save my sister?", the witch turned to the two young princes of Dorne, "...There is, but the ingredients are rare and-", "Rarity and expenses are not a problem!"

Golden blinked seeing the desperation in the younger boy's voice, "Now now, Oberyn", there was a soft whisper and all of them turned to the ill princess who attempted to smile, "You should treat our guest with better manners, I know what a gentleman you can be", she giggled as Oberyn turned away embarrassed.

The princess of Dorne turned to the witch and whispered, "Do what is capable in your abilities, it is no use overexerting yourself on me. I have been frail for all my life, and will continue to be so until my last breath", golden eyes hardened before the witch stood up, "You should live life with a little more hope, because I do not plan on ruining my reputation as one of the best witches to have ever lived."

With that she strutted out of the chamber with the brothers on her heels and returned a few days later. The princess' eyes widened seeing the bandages on the trio, as if they had almost seen Death himself.

"Drink", the witch grunted and shoved a small porcelain bowl into her weak hands, "All of it", and she stared into the deep red liquid, "...Very well."

By sunrise, the witch had the entire Dorne royal family in her guest chambers. Rows and rows of gold, expensive fabrics, and luxury foods were displayed as the Princess thanked her for saving Elia. The witch sighed before pointing to a hefty pouch of gold, claiming that as her payment as it was enough money to return to Asshai. Her eyebrow raised seeing the hesitance run through the family. No, it couldn't be-

The eldest prince then stepped forward, "About that...we would like for you to extend your service for a little longer", the witch raised an eyebrow, "Pardon?"

Oberyn sighed, "You told us, the medicine will only soothe her condition for some time...we need you there for when it returns."

The blood witch turned to meet Elia's doe black eyes and her sweet smile, 'Absolutely not.'

I swore I had refused them, I did very harshly. Yet somehow in a blink of an eye, I found myself saying goodbye to the frail princess as House Dorne departed King's Landing. In those few seconds, I had seen her grow into a beautiful young lady with wits and grace. She was the perfect bride a lord could want, good, gentle, generous.

....

Inside the ruined hall, the two had somehow migrated to a table and two chairs in an empty room of rubble. Jon looked across to see the witch's face distort as she spoke about Elia like she was an angel who had fallen on this land.

"That's why I'll never forgive that incestuous foreign bastard!", she hissed and Jon jolted, "...You mean Rhaegar?", fiery golden eyes sharpened at the man's son, "Yes, your father. There is nothing more I regret than not being the one to have fought him, to have torn him to shreds on that battlefield."

Then the witch deflated and leaned back on her chair, eyes piercing into Jon's soul, "How much do you know about your parents? About Rhaegar and Lyanna?", he swallowed a lump in his throat, "Not much, just who they are."

She smiled and saw the curiosity in Jon's eyes, "You should have no expectations from a witch who hates the guts of your parents. If time magic ever exists, I would return to the moment of their betrayal and skewer them naked for the seven kingdoms to see."

The man let out a shaky breath, "...Better than nothing."

Golden eyes closed and the recounting began, "Your father was infatuated with prophecies and potentials. He was consumed by the concept of-", "Ice and fire", the brunette whispered and the witch continued humming, "The Prince That Was Promised, would lead Westeros against an evil."

She chuckled glancing up at him, "Well thank goodness that prophecy was fulfilled otherwise everything would have been in vain", then there was a sigh, "At first, he had believed the prince to be Elia's second born, Aegon."

Then tension grew in the air, "But he had changed his mind in such a short amount of time", and the witch gritted her teeth, "In 281 AC, when Prince Rhaegar entered the tourney at Harrenhal, he had won the right to crown the queen of love and beauty. His wife, Elia, weakened by his fucking dirty semen, sat there and watched as he crowned your mother."

Jon couldn't help but shrink and want to disappear as the witch's anger flared up, "I regret not being there. That bastard would have lost his head that day if I had been there, I would shove those roses down his throat and make him choke of them!", she roared shooting up.

Silence filled the room and the blood witch smiled at the unnerved man, "But Elia, oh Elia, the clever girl she was, saw right through her husband."

....

I received a letter from her, two days after the incident. It read:

My dear mage,

I know you are furious about what Rhaegar has done. But please hold your anger. I knew entering this marriage, that there were things that were to be expected...this had been one of them. We only married each other, out of duty to our houses and this land. As long as Dorne has a queen on the throne, and heirs to take over the throne, I can tolerate his love life.

But what I fear, is that his affection for the young lady of the north is not as pure as she hopes it to be. Rhaegar has been growing more...insane with the prophecies, and now does not mind sharing them with me. He has decided that to fulfill it, a child of Targaryen blood and one of the north must be born. I do not wish to doubt their love, but how much is Rhaegar attracted to her for herself, and how much of their romance is fueled by his obsession.

The young lady is only in her early years of maturity and has the first son of Baratheon for her engagement, and all are familiar of his wandering. I fear Rhaegar will use this to charm her...will she be his love, or his victim?

....

Jon felt choked up hearing that, "I-Is that true?', he whispered and for once the witch looked on him with empathy which told him all he needed to know.

Gritting his teeth, the man held his head in his hand and whispered, "What next?"

"A few weeks into 282 AC, Elia was prepared for birth any moment. And Rhaegar had kidnapped Lyanna Stark, fleeing to god knows where-", she stopped and gave a cruel laugh, "No, god did know because he took her to hide in fucking Dorne!"

Golden eyes glared around the ruined hall, "He kept her safe in a tower with knights and maids protecting, fucking her until his dream had been fulfilled! While Elia, Elia, Elia the wife of Prince Rhaegar was left in King's Landy held hostage by his father! The one knight sent to protect her, that male Cersi, was fucking sitting on the dead king's throne while Elia was raped and her children crushed into pieces! By those fucking Lannister henchmen!", her screamed echoed in the chamber.

She glared down at the man who curled inwards and fell back onto the chair, "God I have so many regrets", the witch whispered with a sniffle, "Elia did not deserve any of this, any of this betrayal, torture, and death. She was only doing what was expected her, while that prince pranced around with his head in the cloud and then danced into the legs of a whore!"

"And then she never got any justice, so it became my job. And Cersi made so easy with her inbred son, and that Littlefinger played his part perfectly even without my guidance."

....

After the rebellion was over, I could not live in Dorne anymore...or Westeros. I was at the harbour waiting for the ship for Essos to arrive, when that man appeared. Eddard Stark, in all his honourable glory.

"You Starks still dare to show your face to me?", the witch sneered and the new Lord of the North spoke calmly, "I wish not to anger you, merely to-", "You want to make sure I will not burn Westeros to the ground", she smirked.

He tensed up, "What happened-", "What happened was a fucking incestuous Targaryen ran away with your whore of a sister-", "Do not speak of her that way!"

His booming voice had wide eyes turning to them but the unfazed witch only raised an eyebrow, "What, the honourable House Stark cannot handle that their lady ran away and opened her legs for a married man?", the lord trembled, "Please, she is already dead."

Golden eyes rolled, "And so is Elia, but her death remains a victory in everyone's eyes. In Robert Baratheon's eyes, who I heard laughed when he was shown their mutilated bodies?", there was no response.

A horn made the witch turn away, "Ah, my boat is here. But do not worry, I will be back", and Eddard Stark was haunted by the cruel smile she had, "It won't be me burning Westeros to the ground."

....

"You may be Jon Snow, but this throne is yours. Elia's life was not wasted so you could pass it off", your voice trembled and then there were crunching footsteps.

Jon finally uncurled and looked up to see he was all alone in the Summer Hall, and a miserable sound escaped him. One that he would remember standing the place years later, it was exactly the same as he remembered. Even from this hall, Jon could hear the people sing, dance, and cry on the day commemorating unsung victims.

It took him a long time to get here, but finally...everything was as it should have been. Elia and the rest of Westeros finally receiving their justice, while those who caused all of this grief were named, shamed, and then erased. Including his own blood. Even you thought it had been too cruel, Lyanna would hang herself if she were here to see this.

But he had only spat back, "As much as I thank them for bringing me into this world...their actions caused so many to suffer and only led to more misery, even after their death. The names of Rhaegar and Lyanna will become insults, and then forgotten."

Then you vanished with a small smile just as small footsteps approached them, "Father!"

Thank you Jon.

A single tear fell as he turned away from where you had stood. Because this game began with you, and now it ended with you.

Hi lovelies, thanks for reading this self serving fanfiction.

I know I probably got lots of things wrong, and the RhaegarxLyanna fans will be outraged but JUSTICE FOR ELIA so fuck all of them. And for me, the best revenge Elia could have on Rhaegar and Lyanna, is having their son grant her a permanent place in history while they were shamed and forgotten. It just makes everything so cruel, that Rhaegar and Lyanna did all they could to have this son only for him to abandon them and kill them a second time.

Anyways, see ya another time xoxo

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[jsx2022]

Sno Whyte, Twisted and Untold

A dark hypnotic take on a old fairy tale, part 1 of.... I'm not sure yet, this version is a little naughty but mostly clean with a focus more on the hypnotic induction of our damsels, may do a more provocative version is there's a "Desire" for it ;) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

If it were to be said that Princess Whyte did not have the best relationship with her stepmother, the Queen Regent, then one would have to assume the person speaking had a talent for understatement. For a while, under the ever watchful eye of the king, their interactions would have been labelled “Cordial” once the King finally succumbed to the vagaries of old age, relations between the Princess and her only slightly older mother in law had devolved to the point where the court felt it unwise to have both in the same room. The Queen regent for her part, held the backing of the royal court, a shrewd political negotiator a strong willed woman who knew for her part when it was best to bow to the courts judgement, or at least to appear to bow, rumours persisted of the Queen Regents dabbling in the dark practise of enchantment, not that the old men of court need much more than her sizeable bosom, plump lips and athletic waistline, to enchant. The Princess meanwhile held the praise and popularity of the common folk, a raven haired goddess in her 20th year that walked free as a bird among the common people of the land she would soon inherit.

Therein, lies the rub, by Albion law, the princess could not take the throne unmarried before her 21st birthday, a date that much to the annoyance of both the Queen Regent and her loyal following of courtiers, was fast approaching, it is one this day our tale begins, of treachery and betrayal, lechery and deceit, of magic and mayhem and off the true meaning of Servitude.

The Queen paced before the enchanted mirror as she often did these days, seething in impotent rage as her loathed step daughter approached her day of ascension, the day that filthy peasant loving excuse for royalty would ascend to the throne that rightfully belonged to the Queen, she had bedded a dozen of the council courtier in an attempt to gain leverage over the insidious waif of a girl, most by feminine wiles alone, her bounteous curves melting any resistance of her victims far easier than any will bending spell could have, but it had all been for naught, quite simply there was no dark secret of the Princess' history there to uncover. She had even bent her considerable skills in seduction and politicking to try and change the laws to forbid the Princess from stealing her throne, but beyond a sympathetic ear, the results had been the same, there was no way to change the kingdoms laws regarding the princess' inheritance of the crown without compromising her own legitimacy to the throne.

When seduction failed, when politics and exploited favours came up short, the situation called for more direct action. The Queen stared once more into the passive swirling green depths of her enchanted mirror, allowing herself a moment peace as the swirling depths dragged on her conscious mind, pulling her effortlessly forward into its swirling depths, her reflection grew from sour to serene as the mirror drained away the excess venom and bile and as it fed on her darkness, bestowed its boons upon her, realigning her curves, smoothing and paling her already near perfect alabaster skin. Her hand instinctively moved to her core as she felt the mirror drink deeper and deeper from her, eventually forcing a slow heavy blink before her fingers were able to graze the gusset of her gown and the mirror was able to entrap the sorceress completely, all magic has its costs, she mused, banishing the earlier thought or some curse, charm or spell even more esoteric to remove the Princess from her kingdom... not when a far simpler solution presented itself to her.... The Queen sent for her Hunteress.

The Princess yawned and mewled from deep, restful sleep, stretching her lithe form beneath the luxury silken bed linens, revelling in the gentle kiss of fabric against bare skin. Sunlight and birdsong streamed in through the windows of her chambers, the curtains opened by her faithful handmaiden mere moments ago, now quietly busying herself preparing the Princess riding attire for her early morning horse ride through the enchanted forest.

“Good morning Jeanette” the princess spoke in a light, airy, sing song voice that enraptured so many of her people, slipping quickly from her warm beds sweet embrace and shivering lightly at the cold crisp air of her bed chamber, the thin satin of her nightshirt doing little against the refreshing cold, but Snow Whyte didn't mind the cold air, in truth the sudden shift from warm luxurious comfort to biting winter chill against her soft skin sent shivers of more than cold through her petite frame, the older woman turned in surprise and rushed over to the princess, heavy woollen robe clasped in her arms “Now Miss you cant go about in just that you'll catch your death!” the maid threw the heavy robe around the shivering waif of a girl who squirmed under the scratchy wool fabric against her pale skin “Jeanette I'm fine really” she giggled playfully in her maids arms, squirming away from the mothering woman who struggled to frown in the presence of bright youthful exuberance of the princess and instead sighed in inevitable defeat “Now listen young lady, you may be the Kings daughter, god rest him, but your not above a spanking from a concerned old girl!” the maid waggled her finger in the face of the playfully pouting princess who was for her part already rummaging through the ensemble Jeanette and haphazardly pulling on the outfit in her excitement to be free of the castle walls.

The Huntress stood slack jawed before the Queen Regent, her gaze drawn completely by the slow swirling light that edged the enchanted mirror, the Queen Regent stroked the young muscular woman's long brown hair as she intoned her enchantment

“See the swirling light and gaze

Allow your mind to cloud and daze

Listen closely when I speak

Against my words your will is weak”

The Queen Regent pulled a small leather collar from a carved wooden box on the dresser next to her mirror and slipped the circle of leather around the mesmerized amazon.

“And with this collar I know bind

Your body, soul, your heart and Mind

When you wake you;ll finally see

Your very life belongs to me”

The Queen fastened the collar tight around the woman's throat, careful to avert her gaze from the swirling depths of the enchanted mirror that even now held the reflected gaze of her enchanted slave on the cusp of complete submission tinted in ephemeral blues and greens of the mirrors hypnotic spell.

“Now deep within my power you dwell

Bound by my voice and magic spell

From now until your final day

My words you;ll find, you must obey”

The Queen Regent snapped her fingers before the Huntress' mesmerized gaze, waking the tall proud woman with a start, she looked around the chamber confused before her gaze settled on her Queen, the prideful arrogant beast of a woman dropped her knee's, driven to submit by a need she neither understood nor could resist “What is your bidding my Queen?” her eyes downcast to the Queen's pointed boot, eager to prove her obedience to her Queen. The Queen slipped her finger beneath the proud warrior woman's chin and slowly pulled her gaze upward to look upon the Queen, careful to keep her gaze locked on those submissive brown eyes “Every morning the Princess takes a ride into the enchanted forest, it is my will that she not return from that place, you shall see to it, do you understand?” The Huntress held her gaze, captivated by the Queens emerald eyes, never taking her gaze away even as she nodded emphatically “Yes my Queen, on my life, the Princess will not return from the enchanted forest, I swear it”

The Princess burst through the castle gates at full gallop much to the consternation of the castle guards flying in all direction to avoid her infamously bad tempered mare of a horse while simultaneously trying to prevent their heir to the throne from once again, gallivanting alone throughout the dangers of the enchanted forest. It was a daily battle to try and attach an honour guard to the princess before she was able to flee the castle walls, a battle that despite effort and ingenuity on behalf of the guards, they had yet to win. The locals laughed and cheered the rebellious beauty as she rode hard past the gate and deep into the morning sun, following the road that led to the imposing early morning shadow realm of the enchanted forest, the dense canopy of thick trees ascending in some places over a hundred feet into air stretching over even the fairly clear road gave the forest an ominous feel especially so early in the day before traders and travellers would be using the main road to the castle. The Huntress knew this only too well, her experience in the forest unparalleled by any lay folk of the kingdom, she knelt behind one of the old oak trees lining the Princess chosen route through the forest, a brown hessian sack rested by her, throbbing and quietly hissing, in her other hand rested a logging axe.

She felt so free riding through the early morning winter air, she closed her eyes and leant back in the saddle, spreading her arms wide to feel the rush of air as midnight galloped the road at speed, so free and content of the pressures and politics of home, free of her step mothers vile attentions, free of the lecherous eyes of the Queens selected courtiers, free of the memories of her beloved father. Her eyes still closed, Snow Whyte never saw the hessian sack sail into the centre of the road and hit the ground with a thud, she never heard the aggravated overlaying hiss of a half dozen angry snakes pouring from the sack into the path of thudding hooves. Instead she felt the sudden shift in gravity as the horse reared in pain and threw her from the saddle, a snake wrapped around each foreleg, fangs pumping venom into the poor beasts racing blood. The Princess crashed to the ground several feet from the stricken beast and more importantly the tangle of snakes that tore at the forlorn creature, she lay their dazed in pain for a few moments before she scrambled to her feet and made toward the stricken animal before she spied the Huntress stepping from the gloom of the treeline, axe raised, the Princess turned and bolted into the forest, the Huntress took off after her quarry...

Her dress tore and caught on bracken and vine as she ran heedlessly through the brush, her riding boots kept her from turning her ankle as she stumbled through the overgrowth, risking a glance behind that sent her tumbling over a gnarled tree root, crashing into the moist loamy earth, she blinked hard, fear, panic and exhaustion mixed with pain and disorientation, she rolled onto her back and stared up at the sky for a moment and beheld the strangest sight.

“Stare not at shining ever brights

look not upon the dancing lights

those devil lights in forest deep

that lull the innocent to sleep

that hold the babe in sweet repose

while all around her danger grows

That dance and twirl before your eyes

that snatch the will and hypnotise”

She stared up blankly, her eyes held by the dancing fusion of colours in the mid morning shaded gloom, purples, pinks and greens spinning and twirling in front of her eyes, her panic receded as she struggled to remember why she had been so scared in the first place, the swirling witchlights consumed her vision, blinking and twinkling in a kaleidoscope of pattern, movement and colour, her breathing slowed and eyelids grew heavy despite the closing footsteps of the approaching huntress.

The Huntress broke the clearing where her quarry lay prone, practically inviting the killing blow that would allow the huntress to obey her Queen and yet, as she raised the axe, as the keen silvered blade passed her face, she caught the glimmer of witchlight reflected in the blade, her will already eroded by the Queens enchantment, the will-o-whisp spell quickly overwhelmed the Huntress. Her arms dropped uselessly to her sides, her listless muscles unable to support the heavy axe as it thudded into the loamy soil. Slowly with the reflected light cleared from her gaze, she blinked away the heavy urge to slumber and willed her body to move, unsteadily, shakily she took a step toward the entranced Princess...

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[moonvyx]

Snoopers - Harry Potter

Tw: James and Sirius being snoopy dad's

Yup, James and Lily are alive because why not

Sirius is your dad btw

"I can't believe my baby is going on her first date!" Sirius wiped a fake tear away dramatically as his daughter stared at herself in the mirror.

"Don't be so dramatic, pa. I'm still 13." The third year student laughed, Sirius smiled at her. "I'm proud of you." He said, walking closer to her and placing a hand on her shoulder with a kiss on her head."Why? Why are you proud of me? I just got a date." Y/N asked confusingly. Her father chuckled. "Well, not many teens like you has met someone as loving and charming as Harry. I'm proud that you've got taste like your old man." He smiled as she laughed.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Oop, they're here!" Sirius said happily, "Can't wait to sno- DriNK- yes. Drink Firewhiskey with James again." He quickly corrected himself.

Y/N looked at her dad as if he was an impostor, she shrugged it off thinking he was just sleepy or happy to see his best friend and went down.

"Hey darling." Harry smiled handsomely at Y/N, who smiled back at the very handsome and cute boy. "Hello love."

"You look brilliant!" He smiled at her, "And you look extremely attractive." She replied with a blush. Man how could this boy be anymore cuter?

"Shall we?" He offered a hand to her, in which she took his hand and nodded, "We shall."

When the couple left, they didn't notice two specific dad's following them from behind.

"You think they won't catch us?" James asked Sirius. "Yes, no. Maybe yes, maybe no. I don't know." His friend replied and grabbed two binoculars as James mentally facepalmed."Take one of them and I'll take the other. Spying on our kids' date mission starts now!" Sirius said before leading James to where their kids went.

"They're spying on us." Harry whispered. "Yeah, I can tell. They're not very good at hiding as well. I can literally see a dog on top of a stag's back. And they're both looking at us." His date replied with an eye roll.

"Wanna make them mad!" He smiled cheekily at her, but it ended up as one of his CUTEST SMILES DJAJDNSJSJ.

Sorry, I got carried away. Back to the story.

"Sure, I'm in. What do we do?" Y/N asked, Harry thought for a few seconds. "Hug me."

"What?" She looked at him, "As if that's going to make them mad! You're ridiculous." Harry shook with head with a laugh. "No no, it will make them med. Just hug me. I know what I'm doing." He winked.

The h/c girl sighed and hugged Harry, who hugged her neck.

"Who does he think he is??" Sirius said with his brows furrowed after he and James turned back to their human form .."Your future son-in-law, duh." James replied Sirius looked at him with a Karen Smith face.

"Bro whAT? Okay fine, but at least decrease the PDA!!" Sirius said. James rolled his eyes. "You're being dramatic. Chill."

Sirius still held that face and turned into a dog and ran after James, who turned into a stag and began to run away from his dramatic best friend.

A few minutes passed by, the two stopped running and noticed that they've lost their children.

"Oh Merlin, we've lost them. Who knows what your son could do to my baby!" Sirius exclaimed. James smacked his arm, "Excuse me, I raised my son to be a royal and smart boy, not to be a copy and paste of you." He said.

"Mean." His friend replied while brushing his hair away.

Meanwhile, the two were already snogging. briLliaNt.

#harry potter #hogwarts x reader #hogwarts #hogwarts incorrect quotes #ron weasley #harry potter x reader #sirius black #james potter #marauders era incorrect quotes #marauders era x reader #marauders era #marauders #stag #dogs

[m-art-i]

I’m supposed to inherit the throne but really I’d rather own this tiny bakery with you

prompt from @toxixpumpkin (glad to know you're enjoying my madness too 😌💕)

Sunaosa, royal au, 1.2k words, continuation from yesterday's thread

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Osamu knew his duty. He knew his place.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t dream.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t sneak out of the palace, disguise clothes on his shoulders and Rintarou by his hand, and go wander the town, buying street food and trinkets and chasing stray cats and playing ball with a group of children.

He couldn’t do that too often, he’d already been caught one too many times. But around once a month, while Atsumu was busy getting his special kingly training and the whole palace seemed to be in a frenzy for it, he could escape without anyone noticing.

“Here,” he said, handing Rintarou one of the two pastries he had just bought.

“Ah, thanks,” he said, accepting the offered sweet with fake nonchalance. Osamu knew he loved these pastries. He went out of his way to get them specifically because they were his favorites.

Osamu observed with fond eyes as Rintarou dug in, the dough crunching deliciously under his teeth, one hand rising to catch any cream that might fall. Osamu savored the way Rintarou’s eyes closed in pleasure, like looking at him was as sweet as eating the pastry, if not sweeter. He loved the way his mouth curled up in a small smile while he chewed, and the little sigh that escaped his lips after he swallowed. All the little signs betraying his happiness that Osamu simply loved to push out. It was his favorite thing, making him happy. Right after eating of course.

He smiled to himself and took a bite of his own pastry, then caught Rintarou’s attention resting a hand on his arm and motioned for him to follow him to the side of the street, where he sat down on a low wall, intent on enjoying the sweet treat with no rush.

Rintarou quietly sat down next to him, and reached out a hand to fix Osamu’s hood, making sure it covered him properly. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“No one’s gonna notice me, even if it falls.”

“Better be safe,” Rintarou replied, looking back down at his pastry before finishing it with two quick bites.

“Don’t you ever wish we could just live down here?” Osamu asked, raising his own pastry to observe it against the light of the sun. “Eat these masterpieces everyday?”

Rintarou just hummed, which Osamu knew meant ‘yes, all the time’.

“I would buy you a hundred of them each day. Scratch that, I’d buy you the bakery. Or better, I’d open up a bakery and hire this baker to teach me how to make them, so I’m not putting them completely out of business.”

Rintarou snorted a little laugh, but immediately turned serious again.

Osamu bumped his shoulder against his, catching the change in mood. “We could, y’know?”

Rintarou shot him a quick look, then sighed. “No, we couldn’t. Everyone knows you here, you could never go unnoticed.”

“I could dye my hair.”

“What color, purple?”

“Shut up I wasn’t going to say purple.” He was going to say purple and they both knew it.

“What about you’re actual life, though. You can’t just… ignore your duty to the kingdom like that.”

“Yeah I know. But what if I didn’t want to? What if I just… left? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Rintarou seemed to think about it for a few moments, then shrugged, “Probably a war with your intended’s kingdom.”

Osamu huffed. “Preventable. Tsumu’s gonna come up with something else to keep the peace.”

“You mean I will, I don’t know if your brother could sweet talk—”

“No, you’ll be down in the bakery with me.”

This time Rintarou turned fully to face him, a small smile playing on his lips. “Right. I’m to be the baker’s husband, and clean up after him in the kitchen.”

“No, you’d be at the counter cause you’d attract more costumers with how handsome you are.”

Rintarou laughed, shaking his head. “How you flatter me.”

Osamu smiled, reaching out a hand to catch a crumb from his chin. “Handsome and messy like no other.”

“You’re the one to talk,” Rintarou replied, swatting his hand away and rolling his eyes. “Finish your piece, the cream’s gonna melt.”

Osamu huffed a little laugh, and quickly cleaned up all that remained of the pastry in his hand. Then he raised his eyes up to the sky, studying the few clouds rolling overhead. “Well, we just gotta figure out where to go, then,” he reasoned out loud, “We can’t actually stay here, even with purple hair people are still gonna recognize me.”

Rintarou was silent, which made Osamu frown and look back down at him, wondering why he wasn’t replying, even if just to make fun of him.

“You…” Rintarou started, once their eyes met. “You actually want to leave.” It both sounded like a question and an answer. “It’s not just a fantasy.”

Osamu smiled, huffing in slight disbelief. “Yeah. Of course I want to leave.” He shook his head. “I’ve been telling you for ages, Rin.”

“No, I know, I just… I thought… I’ve been thinking about leaving too, but alway just as a dream. Not something I would actually do. I thought… I thought your ideas were the same.”

Osamu frowned down at his hands and wished he still had a piece of pastry to hold to keep them and his mind busy. “But… What about our plans?”

Rintarou looked at him for a long second, then let out a deep breath. “They sound great, Osamu, but I really can’t leave, and neither can you.”

“Why can’t you leave? You’re not tied down, you could—.”

“It’s my job. My whole life. I can’t just… go.”

“Why not?” Osamu repeated.

“Osamu, it’s just not a good idea—”

“Why?”

Rintarou sighed, and lowered his head. “I don’t know,” he whispered.

“If you can’t find any good reason then I don’t see why we can’t just leave.”

“No reason other than preventing a war?”

“I don’t even have an intended yet, Rin. You’re running on more hypotheticals than me.”

Rintarou stared at him, thoughts swirling wildly behind his eyes. “I can’t stop you, can I?”

“No,” Osamu replied, “I think… I’m gonna leave, with or without you. Though I’d really, really love it if it was with you.”

“Does Atsumu know?”

Osamu shook his head. “I’m not telling him until I’m sure, but… I won’t stay stuck in shoes that don’t fit me. That’s just uncomfortable.”

Rintarou closed his eyes and raised his face to the sky. Took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again there was a new resolve behind them. “Okay.”

“What?”

“I’m coming with you.”

Osamu felt his mouth drop open.

Rintarou just smiled, small but wicked. “What? You were hoping I was gonna say no at the end? That you were finally going to be free?”

“Fuck you,” Osamu replied, grabbing his cheek and stamping an angry kiss on his infuriating mouth. “I hate you,” he whispered against his lips. “Were you always going to say yes?”

Rintarou shrugged, bumping his forehead against Osamu’s. “I’ll always say yes to you.”

“Then why did you try to debate with me?”

“I’m scared,” he replied simply, leaning back so he could properly look at him. "It means leaving everything I know, and leaving sure comfort and security for something completely unsure. I’m terrified. Staying would be easier. But I’d rather face the unknown with you than stay back in the warmth on my own.”

Osamu smiled, passing his thumbs in circles over his cheeks. “Cool.”

Rintarou mirrored his smile. “Cool.”

“So…” Osamu said, raising his eyebrows in thought. “How are we gonna name the bakery?”

#sunaosa #suna rintarou #miya osamu #hq #haikyuu!! #me writes #I tricked tumbler and opened it in my phone browser to make it let me add the read more cause from the mobile app i still cant do that lmao #I win today #royal snos

[thehypercutstudios]

Nega Boss Headcanons that I have come up with

🐺🦘 Barktholomew 🐖🐉

-Is a Big boi

-Gets hungry all the time

-Loves Belly rubs

🐬 Anjellica ⚡️

-Big and Sassy

-Makes friends with Jellyfishes

-Eats Goldfish Crackers and other Sealife based snacks

🦋 Wormworth 🕷

-Scares anyone that has Insectophobia

-Head Scratches because yes

-Eats Flowers and Honeycombs

🦇✈️ Worville Wright ☁️📦

-Fuels up on Energy Drinks

-Is known for his Divebombs

-Writes in clouds and Crashes into things if needed

🦃 Cuckoo👅🥚

-Will eat Crackers and the boxes those said crackers are in

-Will mimic people’s words and loud sounds too

-Head Bobbles when excited and Makes Warble sounds

🐱⏰ Purrla 🦆

-Anything big and round will remind her a Ball of Yarn

-Can Control time whatever she wants

-Likes Milkshakes

🏰 Fortstopher IV 👑

-Whatever he wants something, he bosses anyone around to get it

-Goes by King Fortstopher IV and he named his Pawn Fortie

-Fortie is one heck of a gremlin that bites anything and is vulnerable to hugs

❄️The Grim Creeper 🦌

-Is one reason Chills happens (he stalks you with his cold eyes)

-Collects Shiny things for his collection

-Favorite Drink is Sno-cone Syrups

👗Princess Marey

-Her Royal Laugh is straight up creepy

-Plays around things that isn’t hers

-Acts so very well in Drama

🐙 Inkabelle 🖼

-Comes out of painting to scare anyone who looks at it too long

-Turns into a pile of dough when relaxing

-When too much excited, she pukes out black paint

🐉 The Hydrac 🔥

-Scares anyone who has Pyrophobia

-Is very violent and one touch of him will get him mad, but he doesn’t mind head scratches

-Favorite food is anything spicy

👻Hooverton🔌

-If a object is left with him, he will suck it (His Favorite food is junk, Dustbunnies and has a Sweet Tooth)

-Scares Litterbugs to teach them a lesson of Cleaning

-Has a Collection of junk somewhere

#Balan Wonderworld #my Headcanons #balanposting #Barktholomew #Anjellica #Wormsworth #Worville Wright #Cuckoo #Purrla #Fortstopher IV #The Grim Creeper #Princess Marey #Inkabelle #The Hydrac #Hooverton

[agreementtale]

Chapter 27: The Great

Taking advantage of the fact that both human and skeleton were distracted with greasy breakfast, Flowey disappeared on the ground.

The last thing he wanted was to leave them alone with him, but after a week of nothing but jokes and not lethal pranks, he had to make a choice.

And there wouldn’t be much more time, if the determined hue of their eyes this morning was any indication.

~*~

Since he woke up on the true lab, Flowey had to make a lot of hard choices.

Abandoning his name or being guilty of all the events his previous life triggered.

Not meeting his father or being held expectant to what he used to be.

Never seeing his mother or being swallowed by her madness.

Give up on trying to help people or being merciless murdered.

Kill and live or hide and survive.

And after many and many failed resets, he had learned his lesson.

For a long time he had chosen to sneak around the cities, to help just enough so he wasn’t caught. To live just near enough to meet people and preach a more pacific way of life, but distant enough to flee at the first threat.

~*~

“Are You Ok?” the concerned voice had cut through his fear like the sharpened bone sword would cut his vines at any moment now.

It hadn’t yet, that had been last timeline, before he was captured and sent to the labs, this time he dodged the attacks in time. This time the guard looked at him with an expression he hadn’t seen in years.

“You Aren’t Dusting Are You?” The monster looked frantic, abandoning the fight instance, concern and guilt making him lower his guard “I Didn’t Lower Your HP That Much” not that Flowey could do anything to harm him, his pellets were too weak to harm a guard’s HP.

But if he lowered his guard, maybe a surprise attack now would dust him and allow Flowey to escape. He couldn’t go back to the labs, he would do anything to not go back at the labs! He thought about taking the easy betrayal kill, but he knew sooner or later he would regret the idea, and go back to his last save file.

“Your Soul” Flowey stopped, his body going colder than the snow below him “What Happened?” he looked at the new guard, really looked for the first time.

He was a skeleton, instead of eyes he had two holes on his hollow head, dim white lights trembling inside his skull. It was nothing he had seen before, it wasn’t nostalgic, it wasn’t relatable, it wasn’t recognizable in any way… But looking at those fearful eyes, something inside coiled at the genuine show of feeling, even if Flowey couldn’t feel it, he was compelled to say something to the monster in front of him “I’m fine”

“NO! YOU–/” He stopped himself and looked back to where he came from “YOU ARE NOT FINE, I CAN’T SENSE YOUR SOUL” Flowey never thought that shouting and whispering could go together, but the skeleton just proved him wrong.

“I don’t have one” There was no sense in lying, not when he could experience a reaction so genuine from a new monster, he was tired of the same faces.

“You Don’t…”

There it was, the moment of realization where every monster sported an horrified face, and gave him either pity or disgust, he wondered which one of the two his reaction would be.

“FEAR NOT” but the skeleton got on one knee, getting near his height, chest puffed with pride, like a real knight “THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL FIND A WAY TO FIX THIS” and extending his hands he started to heal him.

A guard that was ordered to find him, dead or alive, actually healed him.

And on his magic he could feel, all the kindness and sincerity of his words, not a speck of malice, nor the lingering residue of disinterest of the paid healers, no, this monster wanted to heal him, not because he agreed on a price, but just because he wanted Flowey to be better!

Flowey was capable of healing, he had learned it from his parents. But being healed was so much better…

The feeling… that someone cared… that someone was there for him…

The new monster’s magic spoke more than he could ever describe with a straight face. He would cry, if he still had the ability.

“THE DOCTOR SHOULD KNOW WHAT TO DO” the sentence drowned all the warmth of his chest, or lack of it.

“No, please!” he tried to retreat, startling the monster before him “Not her, anyone but her!” but he was caught on his grip and couldn’t stop trashing “She will cut me open, please!” but he was trapped again, that’s what he got for dropping his guard “Please, don’t let her experiment on me again”

“AGAIN?”

“It’s her fault! I’m like this because of her!”

The lights in his head went out, he was terrifying like that “She… Took Your Soul?”

He wanted to say yes, but he was scared the skeleton could see through his lies, skeletons were powerful monsters, he remembered the stories his mother would tell before he slept.

“She… didn’t build me one”

The silence was palpable.

Neither of them moved.

He wanted to escape of the other’s grip, but it was useless.

His lights were still out.

He didn’t know what to think, and the environment was too charged for him try to say anything without being prompted.

“Cadet!” Came the strong yell, the monster went stiff, getting up abruptly, and Flowey saw himself free, but more trapped than before “What are you doing standing there?!?”

She approached, and he knew that at this distance, if he so much as tried to move she would see him, if he kept completely still the skeleton’s boot gave him the cover he needed.

“FORGIVE ME CAPTAIN!” yelled, body completely stiff “I WAS LOOKING FOR THE FUGITIVE”

“And did you find him?”

“I” that was the moment they sent him to the doctor “COULDN’T FIND A SOUL, CAPTAIN” was… was he covering for him?

She shouted aggressively, hitting the trees behind with spears “What are you waiting here for?! Move!”

“YES CAPTAIN!” he made a symbol with his finger… ‘up’, Flowey climbed his boot. Hiding inside.

~*~

The first person to try to help without knowing him… The first person to still treat him as a monster once he found out he didn’t have a soul.

This memory had been lost in time, many, many resets ago…

Papyrus didn’t need to remember that. No one need to know that. He escaped the lab before the scientist could know of his existence, made a point to avoid Undyne this timeline, and was sure that this timeline neither Papyrus or Sans had the chance of using the blue magic directly on him, and finding out his secret…

This timeline he did everything right… he tried, he really tried to make a difference… but it always got to the same point…

~*~

“But... Papyrus... You are my only friend...”

The lieutenant sighed, not looking at him “YOU ARE MY FRIEND TOO, FLOWEY, Just Not In Public, Ok?”

“But…” no matter what he did, it always came to this.

“NOT IN PUBLIC! I CAN’T BE SEEN HANGING OUT WITH A FREE-EXP!”

He took a brief moment to think, was there anything he hadn’t tried to say? “... No one is going to hurt you for it” he was sure he hadn’t said that one yet, but it seemed to be the wrong choice either way.

“ARE YOU SUGGESTING I AM SCARED?” He was scared of be seen as weak, of becoming a target, everyone in the underground was, and everyone would kill before admitting that.

“I can protect us!” but Flowey had to try.

“HA! YOU SHOULD GIVE MY BROTHER SOME LESSONS ON HUMOR!”

“It’s true!” He didn’t want to lose his best friend.

“YOU CAN’T.”

“I can! I can tell what is going to happen and–/”

“AND I WILL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. OR WILL YOU RETHINK YOUR FOOLISH IDEA OF MERCY?” He didn’t understand, Papyrus didn’t understand what he was asking.

“But no one has to die! If monsters can just–/”

“WOULD YOU KILL FOR ME FLOWEY?” He just didn’t understand… He had killed, and then he hadn’t.

“...” He always reseted after killing, it was just wrong, even Papyrus agreed that if something like this could be avoided, it should be.

“WOULD YOU KILL SOMEONE IF I ASKED YOU TO? IF I NEED YOU TO?” But he was insistent.

“I... could avoid us having to kill them...”

He gave an empty laugh, and Flowey knew he had lost him again.

Like all those other timelines.

“It’s Funny, Because Until Now I Would Kill Almost Anyone For You” Papyrus got up from the rock and walked slowly before turning to him “SEE WHO IS A TRUE FRIEND, AND WHO IS A FILTHY LIAR!”

“Wait, Papyrus!” He tried to follow when the skeleton started to walk, but a bone attack materialized in front of him

“IN THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED, FLOWEY! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN UNTIL YOU’VE LEARNED THAT, AND IF YOU STILL HAVEN’T, I WILL MAKE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND!” he threw a wave of bones in front of him, uncomfortably close, and disappeared on the snowy path.

So this time instead of resetting a few days and trying again, like he did so many times he could swear an entire year had passed. This time Flowey left his only friend at his own luck, and went to the Ruins, to talk with the flowers.

He knew no one was listening, but it had become a habit.

He was glad he did, because a human fell the next morning.

~*~

“WHAT IS THIS OBSESSION WITH THE HUMAN?” Papyrus always paced when he was conflicted “FIRST THE DAMNED DOGS CLAIM THEY ARE ONE OF THEM” It was a sign that there was still a chance “THEN MY USELESS BROTHER TAKES THEM TO THAT GREASY TRAP EVERY MORNING” The harsh movements and the agitation were scary, but gave him hope at the same time “THEN YOU COME BEFORE ME ASKING ME TO SPARE THEIR LIFE? HAVE YOU LEARN NOTHING ABOUT THIS WORLD FLOWEY?”

Apparently not, since he was standing in front of the Lieutenant of the Royal Guard, trying to convince him to commit treason and let a human reach Waterfalls.

“I WILL TELL THIS ONLY ONCE, DO YOU WANT THEM TO LIVE?”

He nodded profusely, his leaves were trembling, Papyrus last threat still hanging in the air, only now he couldn’t come back to life if he died.

“THEN DON’T LET THEM FACE ME” His right eye light flared red as he stared directly into Flowey “BECAUSE I WILL KILL THEM AND BRING THEIR SOUL TO THE KING”

“Papyrus...” he was so tall standing in front of him.

“OR BE KILLED TRYING, IN NAME OF ALL MONSTERKIND”

“Please...” standing still…

“I ALREADY WARNED YOU, SO CONVINCE THEM TO STAY IN SNOWDIN OR DECIDE WHICH ONE OF US YOU WANT TO SEE DYING”

“There is another way” Floyey pleaded, but he had seen this end too many times to hope.

“MAKE YOUR CHOICE FLOWEY” and with this the skeleton left.

~*~

Flowey couldn’t make a choice…

It was not his choice to make, not anymore…

And somehow he was glad.

One of the two would die… many, many times… until they gave up.

He just hoped they gave up from the fight, and came back to Snowdin.

He just hoped that they weren’t like him…

That when they got stuck in a challenge too big to surpass, that they didn’t got angry… and striked the enemy down.

They were human, and humans could deliver so much damage when they were angry…

He didn’t want to see it…

He didn’t want to see his sibling’s blood… over and over again staining the snow.

He didn’t want to see his – former, he forced himself to think – best friend’s dust… blowing on the wind, just like any other monster… not even a proper burial…

But even if they did kill him in the end, they would certainly be guilty and try again, right?

They wouldn’t go ahead if they killed, right?

They wouldn’t save over a monster’s death…

They couldn’t…

He…

His leaves were still trembling, even without the eminent danger, if he still had emotions he would think he was scared.

But he wasn’t.

He didn’t have emotions.

He didn’t have a soul.

And if he, who didn’t have a soul, still had the hearth to do the right thing, and not save after killing someone. Then they could do the same.

And if they didn’t?

Well…

He just had to make sure to remind them.

The easy or the hard way.

Luckily for him, he learned a thing or two with past resets.

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[doomedandstoned]

Lazer Beam Gets “Sno-Burn” in New Music Video

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

Artwork by Dylan Zon

Before a week ago, I didn't know who LAZER BEAM was, that is until I discovered it was a Locust French project (he of Burn Thee Insects fame). Now the desert rock troubadour is giving you a taste of the grungy sound from his upcoming debut album, and let me tell you it won me over immediately. All it took was those swirling rhapsodic riffs opening "Sink or Swim" (the first single) to make me a true believer in this act from Phoenix.

If you dig the sound as much as I do, go nowhere, for there is indeed a new song from Lazer Beam to feast your ears upon today! Locust reflects upon his new one, "Sno-Burn," with these words:

“Our second single is about having a great life and letting the little devil on your shoulder help you self-destruct and start from the bottom again. Why do we have the urge to destroy ourselves when successful? The band was formed just this month. I found another Jerome local that was equally inspired to make music, Carly Jane, who stepped up and started playing bass after watching the first few practices. We’ve tried to show our grunge edge, with a sound as thick as the Seattle air.”

With a searing chorus that's enough to stir anyone out of their apathetic easy chair, Lazer Beam once again convinces on "Sno-Burn." It's not just the song, either, but the sizzling guitar moments (backed by percussionist Chris Hughes) that really get to you.

Lazer Beam’s self-titled debut will see the light of day on April 9th by way of LCF Records (pre-order here), but you can grab hold of the new single on Friday, February 19th and see/hear the music video as Doomed & Stoned brings you another world premiere right here, right. Set coordinates for the White Dwarf and...

...give ear.

Lazer Beam - Sno burn

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Raised under the scorching Arizona sun, Lazer Beam – the solo desert pop project of multi-instrumentalist, Lucust French – is heavy, somewhat demented but never anything less than original.

Much like his work with former outfit Burn Thee Insects (formed by French and his father Mitch in 2015) Lazer Beam's music is practically built on industry and ingenuity. Choosing to record his music outside and on the move, for his self-titled debut we’re treated to songs cut in the heart of Prescott National Forest, East Maricopa County, and countless other locations thanks to a generator, and close friend and producer, Chris Hughes (Burn Thee Insects, KOOK, Phantom Hound).

Spurred on by the history of stoner rock and influenced by bands such as Queens of the Stone Age, Devo, Royal Blood and Arctic Monkeys, just as no two stars are ever the same, the range of sounds on offer here dazzle and devour the desert landscape. Whilst Lazer Beam might pull inspiration from past experiences with drug and alcohol abuse, thankfully he now rides high on autonomy and hope. Perhaps best exemplified on his fuzz driven debut single, "Take Me Home," a raucous and raging boy-meets-girl tale captured at FiveThirteen Recording in Tempe, with French playing practically every instrument you hear.

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[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne, Colonel-in-Chief of the Royal Corps of Signals, paying her first visit to their barracks, where she inspected early signalling instruments in the Museum, watched a motorcycle display and drove a Sno-Cat, on 15 June 1970

#princess anne #princess royal #she so pretty #british royal family #brf #throwback

[pretty-pink-seaslug]

Comfort list!

As to why? Lol I felt like it idk

✨Comfort Shows✨

-Lupin the 3rd (any season tbh I love that show with every fiber of my being)

-Ojamajo Doremi (just— thE AESTHETIC! THE CHARACTERS!! THE DESIGNS!!! LORD YES GOD SEND—)

-Super Gals! (Fashion based episodic anime oh my g o d yes)

-jjba: DIU (Hi I love the 90s and anything episodic—)

-Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt (Is that not the best artstyle of all time, also COLORS!!!!)

-Lucky Star (Moe blob cute asf AND episodic slice of life? Yes fucking please—)

-Class of 3000 (NA NA NANANA NAAA—)

-sgt. frog (The frogs are so cute Tamama is babie)

-Sally Bollywood (Hi I t h r i v e for anything with a Mediterranean aesthetic and also the intro is fire— + fuck yeah detective shows)

-Mlp:fim (Yeah I’ll be real I’ll watch the show sometimes if I’m feeling down or head not ok lol)

-Miffy (Look at her,,, cute lil rabbit,,, babie,,,)

-Kirby, Right Back At Ya! (Idk there’s just something about the cheesiness and episodic shows that just— 💗🌸🌼🌟✨💕🌷😍)

-Parappa the Rapper anime (It’s so goofy I fucking love it to death 🥺💕)

🎮Comfort games🎮

-Splatoon2 (If you’ve been on my blog you KNOW this is my shit)

-Bee Swarm Simulator (this game fucking viiiibes)

-Royale High (Any game where I get to dress up and be NOT me is just 👌👌)

-Love Nikki (I was debating on putting this game in here because it such a money grabber it’s fucking annoying— but again I love dressing up so 💦)

-Animal Crossing: New Leaf (I don’t have ACNH it’s too expensive 😢)

-Anime City 3D (It used to be called Shoujo City btw— Anyways it’s just a chill animecore game where you get to be an anime girl and work at a maid cafe for money and go to an anime school full of anime girls, no biggie)

-Minecraft (Sometimes you wanna make a modded survival world and set a goal that you know is hard to reach so you don’t get bored—)

-Snipper Clips (You get to be cute paper and do cute puzzles with cute music :] )

-Mount Of The Gods (HHHHAAH YES I LOVE THE AZTEC AND AFRICAN MASKS—)

-CHKN (I cant play it because no computer but it just,, looks so fun,,, you can make a giant chicken and be friends,,,)

-Sneak Thief + A Very Organized Thief (what is it with me and thievery games??)

-Nuclear Throne (You’d be suprised how I don’t get mad at this game— idk I guess it’s just fun to shoot things with over the top weapons and be a cute mutant)

-Spelunky HD (fuck YES I LOVE THIS GAME WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING ITS SO FUN—)

-Parappa the Rapper 1&2 (THE AESTHETIC THE MUSIC THE DESIGNS FUCK Y E S I NEED THIS FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH—)

-Katamari Damaci (what do you even call this aesthetic?? Weirdcore? Kidcore?? Idfk but it’s so funky in every aspect I love it so much)

-Noby Noby Boy (What is going on???? I have no idea but I love it and his lil :O face)

-Jet Set Radio (Hi I’m literally on the aesthetic and concept like a moth on a lamp)

-Ninjala (I have yet to play it because I’m waiting on getting new joycons but it’s giving me h u g e Splatoon vibes and I’m already loving it)

-Work At A Pizza Place (The music, the fact I grew up with this game,when there’s like 80 pizzas to make, f u c k y e s)

-Monument Valley 1&2 (I’ve only played 2 but good fucking GOD the aesthetic and how cute the characters are)

-eg (sometimes you just wanna be a smiling egg with legs and walk around y’know)

-sno day (snow :) exactly what it sounds like)

-Cookie Run: OvenBreak (It’s cute it has good music and it’s sweets based— what is there not to love bby)

-Overwatch (I can already tell the game would make me mad but aside from 1 character that gives me extreme paranoia I just l o v e these characters— Zenyatta,,,, Genji,,,, Orisa,,,, Mccree,,, Mei you sweet thing,,,,)

-Kirby and the Amazing Mirror (I know id get bored playing alone but y’all if you play with a friend or more— godsend)

-Kitty [Roblox] (ITS SO FUCKING CARTOONY AND ITS LITERALLY BASED OFF TOM AND JERRY AND OTHER CLASSIC KIDS CARTOONS OMG)

xxxxx

K thats all srry for annoying you n clogging your dashes lol l8r—

#im not tagging all of them #fuck that�� #comfort list #comfort game #comfort show

[likeanemployee]

Falling in Love

“Ruby can I ask you something that’s a little weird?” Weiss asked there was an odd note in her voice and her fingers picked at the edges of her dress as she spoke.

“Sure!” Ruby proclaimed plopping herself down beside Weiss on the large couch, she took note of Weiss’ nervous behavior but decided to ignore it continuing “What’s rolling around that big head of yours, Snow Angel” she grabbed Weiss’s arm and leaned in close against her planting a quick peck against Weiss’s cheek between teasing giggles

Weiss rolled her eyes and responded with a dramatic “Stop. Please.” Ruby had been known to use many pet names and she could be quite creative about it when she waned to be, of course creative didn’t always mean good but Weiss appreciated the effort. Which made the stolen “Snow Angel” an oddity which was explained by the way it was used, somehow the name borrowed from Juane always seemed to be accompanied by a great deal of teasing and Ruby laughing at Weiss, and it never came up when the pair was being truly romantic.

“What?” Ruby asked as innocently as she could, wrapping her arms around Weiss and being as cuddly as she could “Is there something bothering you?... Snow Angel”

“you know, I will hurt you.” Weiss answered her tone was deadly serious, but she had a smile plastered across her face and leaned into Ruby’s cuddling as she said it.

“OH!” Ruby proclaimed in a very poor attempt at sounding offended “and why would my sno...! uhgmpf” she continued before being cut off by a merciless finger jabbed into her side. She leaned away from Weiss and called “Hey!” leaving her arms wrapped around Weiss as she did so that she partially hung from her assailant. Weiss simply gave her a I warned you look and shrugged slightly prompting Ruby to continue “Oh your just no fun!” in a playfully pouty voice.

Weiss turned so she could put her legs up on the couch and face Ruby. Ruby adjusted herself as she did, so the two girls sat cross legged facing each other with Ruby sitting on top of Weiss’ legs and still leaning back hanging from Weiss’ neck. Weiss smiled lovingly at Ruby throughout the movement and after holding the pouty face she had made while she teased Weiss for a moment, she smiled lovingly back, slightly surprised by but appreciating the tender moment Weiss created.  Almost as soon as they had settled Weiss spoke “Now what was that you just said?”

Ruby smiled even more brightly replying dramatically “I said, YOU’RE JUST NO FUWAAAHHH” Weiss gave Ruby a sudden shove causing the younger girl to lose her grip and flop backwards across the rest of the couch. Weiss rolled forward as Ruby fell so she laid on top of her and pinned her hands.

“What did you say?” Weiss repeated in a menacing tone which was somewhat undercut by the smile on her face

“Oh nothing, nothing at all” Ruby answered in mock fear smiling back up at Weiss “and now that your more relaxed” she continued in a very different tone “What did you want to ask me”

Weiss blinked in surprise as a shocked “you...” escaped her lips but then she gave her head a half shake as a knowing smile crept across her face “You are really just no fair, Ruby Rose.” She finished.

“Well…” Ruby replied with an embarrassed blush, but Weiss interrupted before she could say any more. With Ruby still pinned she leaned down and gave her a long passionate kiss on the lips.

As long as they had been together Ruby still always blushed furiously when Weiss surprised her with such things and she utterly refused to think of herself as special in any way and became embarrassed every time Weiss suggested otherwise. Having done both at once well…

Weiss breathed deeply as she pulled away from the kiss needing to catch her breath as a result of its length. She smiled as she stared down at Ruby now a gasping, flustered, hot pink mess. Good she thought that only seems fair. She finally let go of Ruby and moved to sit up again, Ruby followed her lead adding a gentle punch on the arm and saying “You’re mean! Now were you going to ask me that question or not?” before leaning her head on Weiss’ shoulder

“I am” Weiss answered a little of her earlier nervousness returning as she steeled herself with a deep breath “I was just… wondering why you fell in love with me.”

Ruby suddenly sat upright turning and grabbing both of Weiss hands with her own as she looked deep into Weiss eyes and answered in a serious, concerned tone “Weiss, I thought you knew why I love you? I love your strength your determination your…”

“No Ruby” Weiss interrupted smiling at those reminders and simultaneously trying to reassure Ruby “Not why you love me, I do know that I was wondering why you fell in love with me.”

“I’m not sure I understand the difference.” Ruby answered confused and still a little worried about what Weiss was getting at

Weiss sighed, dropping her gaze as she looked for an explanation before looking back up at Ruby and saying “Maybe for you there isn’t a difference. For me… There’s a lot of reasons I love you I think you know them as well as I know why you love me, your honesty, your purity, just how much fun I have with you” Weiss smiled as she said that thinking of only moments before. Ruby smiled too as Weiss listed things, she did know them, but it was always wonderful to hear reminders of what someone loved most about you. “but that’s not why I fell in love with you” Weiss continued “I fell in love with you because well, because you didn’t really give me any choice. When we first met I was so mean to you and even as we became teammates and partners and spent more and more time together, and got to know each other still I tried to push you away I just, I didn’t know how to deal with you. Even as we started to get a long, as I started to recognize some of those things I’ve come to love, for the longest time I would push you away, deny your best friend claims. Still you just kept coming back to me. You always cared for me and I just had never experienced anything like that. I came to the conclusion you were going to care about me no matter what I did and how can I do anything other then love you for that? But I never have been able to make sense of why. Why did you just keep coming back? Why did you need us to be best friends? Why did you care about me even after everything I did, even when no one else ever had? The best explanation I’ve been able to come up with is that you did fall in love with me long before I ever realized maybe long before you realized but then I still don’t understand why. Why did you fall in love with the jerk I had always been to you?”

They stared at each other for a moment as they took in the intensity of Weiss’ words and then suddenly Ruby laughed. It started as a snicker and then it turned into a full-on laugh. Weiss looked shocked and she threw Ruby’s hands away as she slumped back into the couch and folded her arms across her chest proclaiming angrily “Are you laughing at me?!?”

“yes” Ruby chortled slowing getting her laughter under control “I’m sorry really, I’m sorry just you’re so dramatic.”

“I was being serious Ruby!” Weiss huffed back

“I know” Ruby answered “But well it’s silly you talk like I did some crazy thing, but you did the same”

“I what?” Weiss asked in shocked confusion

“Oh come on” Ruby laughed “I wasn’t exactly nice to you at first either. Don’t get me wrong you were a royal pain and I blame you entirely for our early difficulties”

“Oh thanks” Weiss interjected with a roll of her eyes

“But” Ruby continued ignoring the comment “I probably gave you a harder time then I had to. Cough, cough, Ice Queen, cough”

“Did you just say cough?” Weiss laughed despite herself

“AND” Ruby said loudly, again ignoring Weiss “honestly after that little blowing up thing the very first time we met I had planned to avoid you and do my very best to never talk to you again but then we kept running into each other and Yang said we should be friends and then the forest happened and we became partners and honestly at first I just thought I was stuck with you and had to make the best of it but then you started doing all these little things, bringing me coffee and correcting my homework and promising to be the best teammate ever. You were always there as often as I was and don’t try and tell me you didn’t care about me then.”

“Well… maybe” Weiss admitted thoughtfully “but I’m still not sure”

“it’s not all that complicated Weiss that’s what I thought was funny, I’m not sure exactly when I fell in love with you but I didn’t fall in love with any jerk I fell in love with you because of all those same reasons I love you and because you were always there and always cared for me and really that’s all I ever did for you no matter how complicated you wanna make it sound.”

Weiss laughed “oh is that so? Are you sure?”

“I am” Ruby responded confidently

“Good then you’ll be really devastated when I leave you” Weiss teased back

“You won’t leave me” Ruby answered in that same confident voice moving to cuddle back up against Weiss

“Why not?” Weiss asked doing her best to stay as stiff and detached form Ruby as possible

“Because you love me” Ruby continued her tone turning truly arrogant

“ugh, I suppose I do” Weiss answered in feigned resignation relaxing and cuddling back against Ruby

“Good, Cause I love you too!” Ruby chortled happily planting a quick kiss on Weiss’ check before snuggling comfortably against her.

#rwby #ruby rose #wiess schnee #white rose #whiterose #rwby white rose #rwby whiterose