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sagesilentfire · 2 months

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Hello, everyone. It's so strange to be saying this, but the last part of SAMATFOE is imminent, and we're getting closer and closer to the End. It's been a really fun five years. (Four to ya'll, but I've been working on this for longer than I've been talking about it publicly!) The cast of characters has expanded dramatically, I've gotten much better as a writer and artist, and I feel I've grown as a person too. I won't stop stalking the svtfoe tag or talking about svtfoe after this is done, don't worry, but I have a lot of non-svtfoe related plans in the future, so if you like Sílthéy and her weird siblings, don't stop following when SAMATFOE is over.

But as for the actual contents of s5, well, I've got lots of plans. We've got a dark magic plague that's an incredibly transparent metaphor for climate change. We've got Mina playing the oil barons and trying to stop everyone from saving the world for her own personal gain. We've got Glossaryck (capitalism). We've even got the answers to a lot of mysteries and character arcs. Like, so many character arcs. It has been incredibly difficult to stuff all these character arcs into this far-too-short piece of fanfiction. But I hope I did that adequately.

On a personal note, while hiring a beta/sensitivity reader for a piece as massive as SAMATFOE proved impossible for someone who does not own their own money, I have done a lot more research than I had at seventeen. I wanted the monsters to be more than just badly-done allegories for Native Americans – I wanted them to be people with their own culture, history, and ideas. People who are inspired by real-world Indigenous cultures, but, because they're literally nonhuman, are distinct from them. Whether or not they could count as Indigenous is discussed in-text, but I do not come to an actual conclusion because I want my readers to draw their own. It's not my place to say whether colonized space aliens could be Indigenous. And their connection to the land and to magic is drawn from their shared knowledge, not mysticism, and their culture is idealized because a caring godlike entity helped them to that, not because they're better than anyone. I hope to demonstrate that they are all people, first and foremost. Because we're going to be spending time in Septarsis! So much time! And Toffee has officially been promoted to main character status! It's Star and Marcie AND the Forces of Evil, babey!

But there's a lot of characters here. So, for the second and final time,

Dramatis Personae:

Star - Star doesn't know what to do. She has everything she ever wanted, even if she doesn't realize it. She has no future responsibilities, having passed that to Eclipsa, but she is still special and important, being the most powerful magic-user ever to exist and the only one who can fix the dark magic, and Toffee doesn't even seem to hate her. Sílthéy does, though, and that is a sticking point. Star is much less oblivious now, though even her oblivious former self would probably pick up on the bad vibes Sílthéy is actively sending her way. She wants everyone to see how hard she's working to make everything better, but Sílthéy doesn't, and that is unbearable. Add that to Shinjai avoiding her and Marcie growing distant, and she has very little time for introspection, even if that would help fix things.

Marcie - Marcie is done with Mewni. She can't believe she believed the Butterflys' lies for so long. She's going to devote herself to Septarsis as fervently as she did Mewni. She just... she doesn't want to bother anyone, or take anyone's time. Why should she get attention paid to her, when there are stronger and smarter magic users out there who could do so much to actually help the world? Marcie is small and useless, and clearly so easily tricked. Better to work on herself before she brings anyone else into her orbit. Also, Star keeps making bad decisions, and Marcie's boundaries are pushing her away too... maybe it's better to do everything alone.

Ludo - Ludo is having a great time! He's earned the trust of some of the monsters in the Avarius village, his plumbing has been fixed, and Pemma is teaching him how to use the Avarius Beacon! Certainly nothing bad is going to happen to him or anyone he cares about! :D

Buff Frog - I'll confess here: Buff Frog is not a huge part of s5. He'll appear in the finale, but he's not a fighter anymore, and lives a peaceful life in Septarsis. He still has fond feelings for Star, but he's not too worried about her. She's strong, and he has twelve young froglets to take care of. She'll be fine on her own... right?

Toffee - Una'met Co'tzin-Nekohtzaca, Last Child of Old Septarsis, The Forces of Evil, Kéta'cha For the Dragon of Space, is doing FINE. They're definitely not five bad seconds away from a total mental breakdown, definitely not, that would be bad for everyone involved, and they are a calm, peaceful, certified not-doing-bad-things-er. The fact that everyone is almost certainly going to die a horrible death from dark magic is fine. They just have to cram thirty-plus years of training into the rapidly-dwindling time before the entire multiverse is dead. They barely know Star Butterfly, except that she's too good for things like "basic training" and "reading." How are they going to do this? And why won't Sílthéy tell them why she caused this in the first place? Well, they do know one thing, which is they can't tell Star about that.

Jackie - Jackie is done with Star Butterfly. She's talked to... someone, and done some digging, and that only served to verify the book she was given in s4. She doesn't know anything about Mewni save for what the book told her, but she can't believe that she trusted the family that doomed her dimension.

Janna - Janna doesn't like this apocalypse. No chance of survival is boring. So she's going to do what she can to help out. Also, she's been keeping her own secrets, secrets that might hold the key to survival.

Tom - Tom isn't angry anymore. He's not angry at Eclipsa for keeping Miquiz locked up, he's not angry for the Butterflys for spreading the dark magic that's thrown the Underworld into chaos, he's not angry that he keeps being left out of things. He's. Not. Angry. Anymore!

Moon - Moon didn't kill her mother. She didn't. It was Toffee, Toffee who couldn't come up with some loophole, Toffee who couldn't forget a conversation that happened when they were a child, Toffee who aimed the arrow at Comet's chest. And her holding onto anger isn't what's driving Star away from her, it's Toffee. They're the one driving her daughter away from her! But as cold reality and remaining dark secrets loom behind her, her brittle facade is beginning to crumble.

Glossaryck - Glossaryck misses when he and Star got along. Yeah, he's destroying her dimension, and everyone in it, and her, all to win kudos from his family, but it really sucks that Star won't give him the time of day anymore. He used to be her wise old mentor! Geez, she was going to die anyways, that's what mortals do! Might as well get along before it happens!

River - River is tired of being left out of the loop. He doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't know what to do. Moon barely speaks to him, she's always busy with Eclipsa, or whatever. But he might be the thing Moon needs, if she would only let him in.

Angie - Angie doesn't know if she should have had Mariposa. Sure, Mari is wonderful, and she loves her, and she DID NOT have a baby to replace Marcie dear god why were the svtfoe writers like that – *ahem* but the multiverse is ending, and Mariposa is just a baby... she didn't want to bring a baby into this world just to have them all die.

Rafael - Rafael is worried about Star. He's worried there's nothing he and Angie can do to help her. He's worried about Marcie. She seems really stressed about the dark magic. But he's the calm, goofy dad, so he's going to keep being that, and praying it'll help somehow.

Mariposa - Mariposa is fresh to the world, and doesn't understand much of anything yet. But everyone is worried she won't survive long enough to understand the world at all.

Kelly - Kelly is chilling. Apparently Star and Marcie are off on a trip to Septarsis, but that's none of her business as long as art classes and hangouts with Nova and Jorby go well. She might drop by to visit, though.

Miss Heinous - Saint Olga is dead. Miss Heinous's one reason for existing, her greatest love and greatest enemy, the robot who raised her, is dead. What does Miss Heinous do now?

Meteora - Meteora's doing great. She's won popular opinion, she's training to be a true Crown Princess, or at least a high-ranking official, if Sílthéy's democracy takes off. She's stepped into her role as a leader, far more than her mother could claim. But that's fine. Not everyone is suited for leadership.

Eclipsa - Eclipsa has an albatross around her neck. She is doing her best to ignore it, to be a good queen, to love her people, but... she cannot get away from the child she killed. Would it be easier if she was just always evil, not done one evil act out of rage and grief? Well, she knows what happened to her mother. What does she do now?

Globgor - Globgor is doing his best. He's a little miffed by Sílthéy mistrusting him, as her first big act of s5 will be to demonstrate how little he's valued as a Legitimate Voice of the Monsters, but really, who can complain. There's so much else going on, who cares if he fades into the background?

Shinjai - Shinjai gets the wand. Shinjai does not want the wand, and the circumstances surrounding her getting the wand are ridiculous, but she gets it, and she hates it, and she can't control it. Unlike Star, her inability to control the wand makes her not want to use the wand at all lest she hurt someone with it. Oh, and Star keeps wanting to teach her fun spells now that she's been handed this nuclear bomb of a magic wand, and Shinjai does not want to deal with Star. She hasn't forgiven Star. She doesn't want to forgive Star. She'll ignore Star as much as she can, and focus instead on Alice and the teen militia, which is much more fun. She loves Alice. She loves learning to fight, learning to battle the most dangerous people in the multiverse and win WITHOUT the help of a wand. She'd be doing great, if her past would stop knocking at her door.

Rasticore - Rasticore's worried about his partner. Una is fraying at the seams trying to fix everything, and he has the feeling they're not telling him something. But what else is new? He'll wait. He has friends to make, a new teenage militia to help train, and a Miss Heinous to keep from destroying Septarsis stone by stone. He's endlessly patient. When Una wants to talk to him, he'll be there for them. He just... has... to... wait...

Mina - Mina is trying to destroy the world. She doesn't tell her followers that, no, they don't even know the dark magic is a thing, but she wants Glossaryck to win and the Solarian Age, of which she is the last remnant, to end everything with it. So she'll destroy the world, and fulfill Solaria's dream of taking the Forces of Evil with her.

Lilacia - Lilacia is, somehow, a spoiler. Like, legitimately, the Princess Formerly Known as Ponyhead's role in s5 is a spoiler, and not for magic power-up speech cliché reasons. But she's still her dumb, ditzy self, of course.

Still Unnamed Mystery Character - "Stella" is still mysterious, but I promise you we'll get who she is and her backstory in this part ;)

Alice - Alice is wary of the new Mewman presence on the outskirts of Septarsis. She knows why they're there, but she's still extremely suspicious. She does not want them to hurt Septarsis. But she doesn't know that the true danger comes a little closer to home.

Teyauh - Teyauh is also a spoiler, but she'll be there!

Linda - Linda loves her wife, and will follow her anywhere, but Teyauh will have to accept that her knees don't work how they used to, so Linda will have to follow in a suit of POWER ARMOR, BABY!

Nova - Nova is part of the Nuxalkmc, an Indigenous tribe native to the Northwestern Turtle Island, and she loves that about herself. Now that Kelly and her dimensional scissors are here, she can finally explore the multiverse to find new places and see if they're anything like home. Septarsis is one of those places, and she loves it at first sight.

Dr. Edevane - Dr. Edevane is a doctor. He and Toffee have a lot to nerd out talk about together. He will be useful, too.

Dennis - Dennis is busy reigning in dozens of siblings, including Ludo. It's a busy life, but a happy one. Nothing bad whatsoever will happen to him! (I'm lying)

Chloe - Chloe doesn't know this "Star Butterfly" person, but she's very suspicious. But man, Mewni would be such a cool place to visit... so much magic! ...No, she needs to concentrate on being mad. And she is mad. She wants Earth to be like Mewni, like it deserves to be.

Hekapoo - Hekapoo doesn't like her dad's plan. He says it'll work out, it's fine, but the plan is... questionable. She doesn't like it. And she definitely isn't getting conflicting feelings about puppeteering her brother around, either...

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Reynaldo - Reynaldo looks and looks and he does and does, but he does not win this bet. It is the thing he wants most, that he will do all sorts of terrible, horrible-things-that-make-him-want-to-throw-up to get. What is it?

Omnitraxus Prime - Omni will do anything to protect the multiverse. Including trusting zir dad, who is looking more untrustworthy by the day, and trusting Mina, who was never trustworthy in the first place. Mina has much more training than Star, and strong magical ability from spending three hundred years close to the wand, and it's the best option... right?

Necahua - Necahua is a mess currently, and being a mess leaves you more open to mistakes. Uh oh! Una still loves them, though.

In fact, I made a short story in my creative writing class about the relationships between Una'met, Necahua, and Cayeto, since I feel they got overlooked in the main story. Yes, no one in my class had any idea what was going on. I'll post it next, before chapters 1 and 2 of s5.

Cayeto - Cayeto is also in the short story. He doesn't play a huge role in the main plot, but he is just another reason Toffee does the things they do. He died hoping that Una and Necahua, specifically, survived, and Necahua died, so he does not have the best grip on reality.

Xocochiapal - Xoco is the de-facto ghost leader of the ghosts now. No legislation without representation, right? Toffee does most of the work, but she's in charge when they can't address a thing right away. She was right despite everyone else blindly going to their deaths, and now everyone knows it. She also was the highest-ranked Septarian to become a ghost, and her hatred of the Mewman occupation is a clear and strong motivation.

Tecoloa - Tecoloa is the voice of reason. The good one. She died protecting her elementary school class from the worst of the heat, and that caring nature has translated into protecting everyone she can.

Sílthéy - Sílthéy is a character now, and OH BOY is she happy about it. She hates Star and will never get over it, and she loves to remind Star of that fact. She feels immense guilt for what happened with Septarsis, and will never get over that, either. She is a mess, but she's been hiding her messiness for 0/0 years, so she's a pro. And it's not like anyone here can stop her from being a mess, can they? So she'll go on being a mess in her corner, and she'll be fine. Her hobbies include storytelling, dissing Star, and doing the most bizarre stuff in the background of any given scene. She owns her weirdness. She's annoying, but that just makes her more fun to write.

Mocel - Mocel is mad at Eclipsa. She's mad at all Mewmans, really. She cares a lot about Miquiz, and she hates that he's locked up while she, with her lightweight ash body, can sneak out whenever she likes. The world isn't fair, and she knows it.

Miquiz - Miquiz is dying a second time. The dark magic wound on his chest is expanding. He doesn't want to leave, not without seeing the sun again, but he may not have a choice. He doesn't want to leave without saying something to Eclipsa, but again, no choice. He doesn't know what to do.

Tecolo - Tecolo is just vibin. He wants to see Ludo again, and he will, but he's mostly busy having fun with his dead and living relatives after centuries floating in the void.

#svtfoe #svtfoe critical #svtfoe negativity #svtfoe rewrite #svtfoe salt #star vs the forces of evil #samatfoe #art #my art #my posts #update #sunday: i'm posting the short story. two weeks after that s5 officially begins.#queue queue

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sunday-morning-transport · 1 year

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The Sunday Morning Transport chugs into 2023 with a fantastic free story from Sarah Rees Brennan. Ten years after In Other Lands... https://www.sundaymorningtransport.com/p/tears-waiting-to-be-diamonds-part

#short fiction #short stories #fantasy #sarah rees brennan #sundaymorningtransport #sunday morning transport

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azurescaled · 5 days

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Hey everyone, sorry I haven't been here, but when I say that the last while has been rough? It's been fuckin' ROUGH.

#long story short #depression has been beating my ass #i was doin' good while tori's mom came up to visit #but man #my family (specifically my uncle) has been a serious pain in the ass #and if you know how black families can get sometimes then you know what i mean #that being said #the more serious part is that tori was t-boned sunday #and while she's okay #her car is fucked #but she was more worried about what would've happened if i were in the passenger side #b/c i've seen the wreck and well...#it's bad #like i'm talking the passenger side was caved in #but uh #i apologize for not being in a super great mental state and it's affecting my writing here #b/c i've only had the muse and energy for my pathfinder kids

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eldestnightwingsyndrome · 2 years

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I met god in a cornfield.

You’re never supposed to go into a cornfield alone, ‘specially at night. You don’t know how easy it is to get lost. How easy it is to walk for miles before coming out on some empty road you’ve never seen before, unsure if you’re even in the same universe you were in when the evening started.

I’ve never been good at following the rules. Just ask my teachers at school, my hands end up taped to the desk at least once a week ‘cause I won’t stop tapping my fingers. Or I gotta stay late in detention for chewing gum. I’m bad at following rules, so when the sun went down, down to the fields I went. With nothing but the clothes on my back and my high tops with the worn-out laces.

I skipped off my porch, swatting away mosquitos as I did. The kids at school say boys don’t skip, but they weren’t around to tell me that.

It’s too humid out. I’ve been out for a couple minutes, and my clothes were already sticking to me with sweat. It’s humid, but it’s not that hot. Was earlier, but July cools down quick around here.

In the field, I walked forever. The sun went down, and the corn grew taller around me. I couldn’t see anything but corn, not even the stars above me. I just knew they were there.

The stalks were whispering about me. I heard them, though I don’t know what they said. They just stood there and watched me get lost. I think they get it. The need to get lost. They never can, always rooted to one spot.

But then they stopped talking. Got real quiet and real still, just like my teachers or my moms always want me to. I kept going, pushing through the tall plants that kept on smacking me in the face. Then I saw him. I saw god.

It’s funny. Whenever people draw god they cover his face in a big white light. They say nobody can look upon the face of god.

Well, let me tell you. I saw him lying there in the cornfields. He’d been there for a while, all lonely and forgotten. Rotting. Straw was spilling from the cuffs of his sleeves, and the buttons on his overalls were all rusted up. But his face—

The face of god is rough and weathered. The face of god has seen a lot, I could tell. But not anymore. All he sees nowadays is corn and stars. Maybe the moon.

He seemed sorta empty. Like the things that made him god weren’t really there anymore. I woulda thought he’d seem sadder.

I swung god over my shoulder and kept walking. We walked all night, me and god.

God doesn’t talk much. I had to talk enough for both of us. I told him all about me. I talked about school and my dogs, fingers tapping on my leg as I spoke. God didn’t seem to mind. I talked about my brother and my moms; I told god everything I loved so much that I was trying to get lost from. He didn’t even nod his head, but I knew he was listening. At one point, god seemed a little cold, so I gave him my jacket. Well, really, it’s my brother’s, but he won’t mind. God should be warm, I think.

I walked with god for miles and miles. I wondered about him, why he’d been out here in the middle of nowhere for so long. I asked him, and he still said nothing. I asked the corn, but they still wouldn’t whisper, and I was outta things to talk about. I searched around in my pockets and found a stick of gum. I asked god if he minded, and he didn’t say he did.

When the sun finally started to come up, that’s when we found our way outta the fields. That’s when god saw the sun for the first time. I set him up where he was supposed to be. God shouldn’t be layin’ lost; he should be standing tall and proud over everything, right?

That was that. I started to set off, and god stopped me. God stopped me, said nothing, but knelt down and tied my shoes. My worn-out laces in perfect bows.

(Odysseus from Cottonwood Falls)

#basically this is god as a scarecrow as told by someone who isn't christian but grew up in a judeo-christian household #i have this character in my head of a twelve year old boy who goes to church on sundays but like any twelve year old boy #he's just a boy. not really what the church says he is or wants him to be. anyway.#happy end of july y'all #short story #short stories #writeblr #writers on tumblr #k writes #k rambles #greatest hits

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somebirdortheother · 7 months

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Six Sentence Sunday

It’s a Sunday, I’ve got six sentences, and I was tagged by the loveliest @myfavouritelunatic to rise up to the challenge and share them!

The sentences below are the start of the ending of a short horror story I’ve completed to submit to a Canadian horror anthology.

The light that refused to die burned like fire. That had been the deal — you came to the city to escape the darkness. And silence. And so you did. You pretended it was there — when the doors were locked, and the shutters hung sealed. But the light seeped in along the edges anyway, bleeding through and pooling on your floors and splattering the walls.

Tagging for next Sunday! @lady-of-imladris @coraleethroughthelookingglass @brotherdusk @occasionalmaven @myfavouritelunatic (hehe, tagging you back!) @daincrediblegg @thelettersfromnoone

#six sentence sunday #horror #writeblr #horror writer #short story - julia

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lover-of-mine · 9 months

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Seven Sentence Sunday!

I was tagged by @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @cowboy-buck @alyxmastershipper @housewifebuck and @bucks118 thank you 🩷🩷🩷

I didn't make any of the other tags this week except for the poll thingy because I don't write linearly so most of my wip are a mess ™️ but my stablished buddie with Buck in Eddie's turnout won the poll and that's actually kinda structured now thanks to that and I plan on having this out this week (pray for me) so here are seven sentences (you can read another snippet of it here)

Eddie already has a hose, helping some guys from another station when he finally finds Buck again. He's following Hen, helping triage the less serious cases on the other side of the parking lot, and he doesn't watch for too long, it's barely longer than a glance, but he does a double take once the image fully registers. Because Buck is still wearing his turnout jacket. Properly now. And he doesn't really know what to do with what he's feeling when he sees the DIAZ across his back. Buck sometimes teases Eddie about being possessive, on the rare occasions he gets jealous enough that even Buck notices, but this is not that. The feeling in his chest is warner, not about the idea that everyone is trying to steal him away, or the thought that Buck would somehow leave him (an idea he rationally knows is insane, he knows how much Buck loves him, it's how much Eddie loves him, it's just that sometimes he gets irrationally jealous, he's not sure he could be blamed, just look Buck, who wouldn't be scared to lose him?), but about how much he likes the idea of sharing a last name.

I don't know who to tag cause I don't know who posted already because my dash has been crashing since last night so I'm not gonna tag anyone.

#please expect medical inaccuracies and bad firefighting protocols kspskapalapakapopa #and a lot of parentheses #i dont know what's with this particular story but the urge to parentheses all around was too strong kspskspskapaos #thanks for the tag #!!!!!#writing #911 wip #seven sentence sunday #buddie #this is short sweet and has a solid 800 words block of eddie thinking about how much he wants to marry Buck kspakapskao #i like this one dont know why is taking me so long #otp: you don't need to pretend with me

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sturmhondsdemjin · 2 years

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Steve spinning that nail bat is actually something that can be so personal. And sexy.

#an eddie munson ghost tweet #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #eddie laying across the hood of steve’s car kicking his legs behind him and twirling his hair with stars in his eyes like #‘spin me next big boy’ and steve’s just standing there with his jaw on the ground like WHAT THE FUCK because his brain has malfunctioned #twenty different ways to sunday … and eddie ABSOLUTELY KNOWS what he’s doing and just reaches out to squeeze steve’s forearm … the arm that #holds the bat and gives a little ‘tch’ and a wink and WALKS AWAY leaving steve utterly baffled with his brain scrambling desperately trying #to catch up to what the hell just happened … THEY ARE IN PUBLIC!! EDDIE CAN’T JUST SAY THOSE THINGS!! but he did and he means it … and #steve just flexes his fingers around the bat and gives it another little twirl once his brain comes back down to earth. meanwhile eddie is #already halfway across the parking lot with his head tossed back and his face toward the sun and those rich brown eyes closed right as he #howls with laughter because he KNOWS he’s got steve right where he wants him …#[steve’s bat twirling becomes a subconscious habit … and not just the nail bat … it’s ANYTHING remotely twirling size. because eddie loves #it and steve really fucking loves eddie]#here’s a short story nobody asked for but everybody gets to see

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hopeless-booknerd · 5 months

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own writing Sunday!

the prompts: "hey lover :)" (@urfriendlywriter from small things that just matter in romance list) hugs (@creativepromptsforwriting from november prompts list) Set your story in a house of mirrors and make the atmosphere increasingly eerie.

the short story: Marcello smiled to himself. He was happy that the fair was back in town and that today was the day he was visiting it. Since he was a child he loved visiting the fair that came to town once a year. The games, the food, the overpriced rides. It had all caught his attention from the first day he stepped foot on the fair ground all those years back. The fact that this year he was able to go with his boyfriend did make it ten times better.

As Marcello walked towards the fair he knew that he would be the first to arrive there. He lived closer after all. He was pretty content that he would be earlier. He gets to explore the fair ground a bit because of it. He will be able to get the feeling of pure excitement that he searches for and likes so much.

He looked around the rides and games, trying to map out which ones he would like to try out. He notices a house of mirrors. While he has seen many of them, they are one of the most common fair attractions. This one looked a bit stranger, as if something was off about it but Marcello wasn't able to place the reason why. He stared at it for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. His attention was swept away though by a familiar blond haired boy which appeared in the corner of his eye. He decided to creep up behind the boy, trying to scare him. "Boo!" He yelled after reaching the boy and putting his hands on his shoulders. The boy gave no reaction of fright and simply replied with a hello. "You're no fun Simon!" Marcello whined as he took his boyfriends side. Simon chuckled at this. "Well excuse me for not being easily frighted like you." He joked, knowing he is speaking the truth. "Well that's not fair! I would've also been immune to any scare if I lived at your house!" Marcello retorted back with a slight angered tone to his voice. Simon sighed at this. The house was one of his least favourite topics to discuss. "Frankly you wouldn't survive a day in my house." He paused. Before Marcello could say a word, Simon already started talking again. "Why not try that ride?"

The two spent the night together having fun. They both enjoyed the rides, games and food. Marcello even won a small plush toy for Simon. Searching for one last thing to do for the evening, they spot the house of mirrors again. It is still looking as ominous as it did before. "How about the house of mirrors? Could be fun." Marcello suggested. They stood before the attraction now. Somehow it had gotten stranger and bigger. It looked so out of place while being present in every fair. "I don't know, there is something off about it." Simon replied, he knew that there is something more sinister at work here. "Is Simon Tolkien scared for the first time in his life?" Marcello teased him. "It won't be long and we will be together while going through the maze anyway. There is no reason to be worried." He looked at Simon with excitement in his eyes that this will be the last attraction of the night. "Alright fine." Simon gave in.

They bought the tickets for the maze which was way overpriced for the experience they will get, but what isn't at the fair? They enter the house of mirrors together. They are able to stay together at the beginning, laughing at their reflections and when Marcello scared himself through his own reflection. The two were certain that going through the mirror maze would be a breeze. The house of mirror had other plans though. After a few minutes the mirrors stared to change. They started to make their own pathways, trying to drive the two apart. And it worked. At first Marcello didn't notice that Simon wasn't by his side anymore. He could see Simon's reflection in the mirrors after all. "Hey, I think we should go this way." Marcello said. No one answered. That's weird he thought. He turned around "Simon?" Simon was no where to be seen. Yet his reflection was still shown. "Simon!" He screamed now, hoping it will be heard. At this point he started panicking. He started running through the maze, calling out Simon's name. He bumped against the mirrors as he desperately tried to find him. Sometimes he would go so hard against the mirrors that small cracks would show. The mirrors continues to wrap and change right before his eyes. He was scared he would never find his way out of this house of mirrors or even worse, that he would never find Simon in it. After what felt like he had run around in circles, the exit appeared. As if out of no where the exit was right before his eyes. He lunged towards it, getting a few scratches from the mirrors that had cracked as he did. The cold night air filled his lungs. Finally he escaped that hell hole. He looked around to try and find Simon. No where. He was still in the maze, He felt helpless now. He can't go back into the house of mirrors now and the chance of finding him there was even slimmer. So, he waited.

As soon as he saw Simon appear from the exit door, Marcello ran towards him. He immediately hugged Simon. "Hey lover." He whispered into his ear, a relieved grin visible on his face. As they pulled apart, he saw the tears in Simon's eyes. Marcello cupped his cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "Are you okay?" He asked. Simon only nodded. "Can we go to your house?" He whispered softly.

In silence they walked towards Marcello's house. They both had no idea what the other had experienced but they knew it was something they wouldn't look back on with a smile. They tried to speak of the happenings. Yet they couldn't find other words for it than weird, strange and the beings that Simon saw. They haven't visited the fair since that night.

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1introvertedsage · 1 year

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Knowing Someone I've Never Met

Have you ever thought you knew someone but have never met them that you can remember?

How do I even begin..

It seems like the craziest thing to me and it is now coming back into my life again but way more intense this time.

Without sounding like a creep..

So, I have been dreaming of a person for as long as I can remember.

I have memories of this person. I have seen their face. I know this person. But I have never met them, in this life, that I can remember.

I have asked family about this person, describing what I know. No one knows who I could be talking about.

I have memories of being with this person when I was a child. I have gone through old dream journals and found times I wrote of this person. Things I forgot I had written, so long ago. It seems like it could be some magical fairy tale but it's not. It's really kind of crazy and freaks me out a bit, if I'm honest.

I'm not offended by what is happening. Whatever it is. Maybe if I was the person being dreamt of I would be!

Why would I keep dreaming of this person? Someone I have never met.

Am I meant to meet them? Why would I dream of them or have memory of them with me as a child? Comforting me. Rocking me. Talking with me.

Could this be past life memories? Why has it been so strong lately?

I have seen this person in so many, but have never met the person I am looking for. I don't even know if I am looking for them. Maybe they are looking for me!

The feelings I have, thinking about it, recalling dreams or memories scare me sometimes but they are oddly comforting as well.

This person feels like home to me. I can feel the most love. Something different. Something I have not known in this life. Just thinking of this person. But it is so far away. It brings me to tears sometimes but I also feel an overwhelming joy just knowing this person.

What is it about this person? I have tried to focus all of my thoughts on them before going to bed with the hope of inducing more revealing dreams. No luck. Just more dreams of this person. Faint memories of a life with this person in it.

So, where do I go from here? This has consumed so much of my free thinking time. This person has been on my mind so much lately, dreams, memories, everything and I have no idea why.

Maybe we will meet again. Maybe we will meet this life time. I guess I can only hope for a chance to finally get some answers.

If I ever did see this person in passing, I would probably not talk to them and then regret it!

So I guess it's back to dreaming. Maybe we will find our meeting place there.

~Anonymous~

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moonshine-nightlight · 2 years

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Finally Woken: Part Six

Working for the family business of traveling trade caravans, means you‘ve always accepted having to put up with a lot from your family, especially your dad. He finally goes to far when he tries to sell your prized possessions to make up for his own business failings. You’re proud of yourself for making a stand, but he’s not wrong when he says you don’t have any real connections outside the family–but he’s not completely right either.

Your closest friend happens to live in the city you’re stopped at so you decide to see if you can stay at his place until you can figure out what you’re going to. You’ve never come by the city this early, but he’s probably fully woken up from the naga’s traditional bout of hibernation by now, right?

Fantasy, friends to lovers, naga, male monster x female reader, M/F, Part 6 of 8

Story Status: Complete

AO3: Finally Woken Chapter 6

[Part One [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] Part Six [Part Seven] [Part Eight - NSFW]

Taiga seems to have no trouble with the fully loaded up cart, although even you’re surprised by how many things you seem to have packed. You set out for your apartment with Heshi at a good clip.

You stop once on the way and buy your loaned movers food, which Michi only half-heartedly protests before they all gratefully accept. Conversation flows much easier as you all snack on skewers. Sasha and Aleks finally figure out how to open the long window in the cart so they can keep you and Michi company. Since both of them are far more extroverted than you or Michi, it's simple to pass the time listening to the cousins banter. It helps to make everything, yourself included, start to feel normal again.

Once you get back up to the apartment, you direct them where to put everything in the storage area, meat delivery included, per your conversation with Heshi last night. You send them on their way with a smile, a wave, and your thanks.

You survey the large storage area with your hands on your hips. It's technically more for Heshi’s business than for his personal possessions, but since he shuts down for hibernation, there’s plenty of space for your things.

After checking that nothing broke in transit, you take an extra box and pick out what you want to bring upstairs right now. Some books, some clothes, and a few other bits fill up the box quicker than you expect. Deciding that’s plenty for now, you head up to put those away in your room and start thinking about dinner. You’re not too hungry after the street food you had, but Heshi’s due to start eating something more than water, berries, and alcohol. Since he shouldn’t be up for another two hours at least, so that should work out well for timing dinner.

All these thoughts stop when you get upstairs and a sound from the kitchen catches your attention. You frown and slowly put the box down. There shouldn’t be any sound in the house except for you. Did one of the kids forget something? Or is it something else? Nell had said some people might try to take advantage of Heshi’s hibernating state, but surely there’d been enough activity at the apartment today to dissuade anyone, right? And Heshi has good security for this very reason.

Bracing yourself to feel either very foolish for overreacting or very scared if there’s actually a burglar, you walk around the corner holding the pole to hang a lamp from. It takes you a couple seconds to fix on the large shape moving through the room and another few heart-pounding seconds to identify them. Your grip slacks on the pole as you say, “Heshi? What are you doing out of your nest?”

Sure enough, it's a disheveled looking Heshi who’s in the kitchen, trying to set a kettle on. At the sound of your voice, he whips around, lighting up when he sees you and calling out your name. He slithers over to you with a speed you don’t expect from the sleepy naga. He doesn’t stop until he’s pulled you into a fierce hug. “You’re okay,” he says into your hair. “You’re home.”

You blink in surprise even as you set the pole against the wall and return his surprisingly firm hug. You certainly don’t mind, but you don’t understand what’s happening. “Of course, I’m home.” What is going on? As far as you knew, he shouldn’t be awake this early in the day, let alone out of his nest at all. Part of hibernation involved shutting down a lot of his internal systems which had to slowly wake back up or else they could get damaged. Heat especially, something already a bit hard to manage for nagas, is especially hard hit and is why their nests are so important.

You can feel it too, he’s shivering even though he had the sense to at least put on a shawl and tie a blanket around his waist. You rub your hands up and down his exposed arms, ignoring the way his muscles feel as best you can. “But really, what are you doing up already?”

“I was worried about you,” he says plaintively, his eyes large and beseeching. “Is everything okay? Was your family mean? I woke up and you weren’t back home yet.”

“Oh, Heshi, I’m fine.” He’d expressed some worry about you getting your things and your dad in particular giving you a hard time, but you hadn’t thought he was this worried. It's as endearing as it is concerning. It also makes your heart beat a little faster, to hear him call the apartment your home. Going back to your parents and then coming here, it had accentuated that already, only a few days later, it did feel more like home–both the place and being with Heshi.

You try to shake those thoughts off and focus on Heshi. You know he’s a bit hazy with coming out of hibernation, but you hadn’t thought about how that might affect him if he was worried. It seems to have exacerbated his concern. “It’s still early, that’s why I didn’t check on you. Come on, you’re freezing.”

You hurry him over to the couch since it has a giant red blanket draped over it. You don’t hesitate to bundle Heshi up, throwing it around his shoulders. “Why are you awake so early?”

He blinks blearily at you as he tugs you closer and wraps the blanket around you both. You tell yourself it really is a faster way to warm him up, not just because you like being up against him—well, not only that. “Is it normal for you to start waking up earlier in the day?”

“Hm,” he asks, clearly distracted by your warmth. “I don’t know, I never really pay attention to the time when I’m waking up. Usually it's hard to convince myself to get out of my nest at all—Nell threw water on the whole thing one time.”

You laugh, easily able to picture a frustrated Nell doing exactly that. He sighs at the sound, snuggling closer. “More reason to leave it with you here. Or not here.”

He’s so sweet. “Nothing would have happened. My dad might have hurt my feelings or argued about some of my things, but that’s all that would have happened.”

Heshi harrumphed. “Yes, precisely. I care about your feelings, darling.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You never do when Heshi expresses his feelings so clearly when you’re more used to talking around something. You take a page out of his book and bury your nose in the crook of his neck. “It was fine,” you mumble against his skin. “Dad was still himself, but my mom was fine and my brother was… better than I expected.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Not that I thought he would be, well, anything really. But he got the name of the pawn shop—I’m gonna go tomorrow to see if I can get my flute back.” He makes a happy noise at that news, stroking his fingers through your hair in a supremely distracting manner. “And he said he would have helped, if I needed it. And…” you pull back with a smile, wanting to see his reaction, “he has the lingonberries now.”

Heshi blinks at you, clearly trying to follow along. “He does?” Heshi sounds hopeful and excited, just like you wanted.

“Yup,” you reply. “So he’ll be by once I tell him you're awake again to trade with you.”

“Good,” Heshi says with a smile that turns into a smirk. “I’ve been wanting to meet him. I hope he understands that I traded very generously with you because you're my friend and that he might not get such indulgent terms.”

You roll your eyes and nudge him. “Don’t be mean.” He hums noncommittally in response, not making any promises. You can’t really bring yourself to push the issue now though, too comfortable in his arms after your long day.

Your concern for him weighs out in the end because he still feels far cooler than he usually does when not hibernating and even cooler than he has these days. “You should head back to bed,” you point out reluctantly, pulling back slightly, even though you want to do anything but that. “I’ll make some stew with what Nell gave us, yeah?” you offer, remembering your conversation the other night where he talked a bit more about food. “The broth should be good for you even if you’re not ready for solids yet. And if you are, then you can have some of that too.”

“Sounds delicious,” he sighs in your ear.

“Good,” you say, glad to have a plan going forward. “I’ll cook that up and bring it to you in your nest.”

“Hm, no, stay with you,” he says, sounding sleepy enough you’re surprised he’s upright.

“I need to cook, Heshi,” you say, trying to sound stern. “I can’t do that if you’re hanging all over me and you need to go back to the warmth of your nest. I can tell even with this blanket, you’re cold.”

“Rather have you,” he says, adjusting his grip on you.

“Heshi…” He doesn’t respond, seemingly asleep against you. You nibble at your bottom lip as you try to decide what to do next. You take a step away, but Heshi moves with you. “You have to go back to bed.”

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles, his breath warm against your skin.

The heat from his breath seems to spread further than it should and you need a second to refocus your thoughts, which keep straying to how his touch, his embrace would feel if far fewer clothing was involved. You shake your head. “Gotta though.”

He pushes away from you, just enough to meet your eyes. “Please? I’m fine.”

“Heshi, you’re still shivering,” you remind him. When he only stares at you with wide, beseeching brown eyes, you sigh. You know you shouldn’t like how much he seems to want to be near you, but after dealing with your family, even if it wasn’t as bad as you expected, it’s really nice. “Alright, how about this? Let me get the food from downstairs and you put on some actually warm clothes and one of the heated blankets. Then you can hang out in the kitchen while I cook.”

He grins, looking thrilled with your suggestion. “Okay, yeah.” He gives a vigorous nod. “I can do that.” He lets go of you with some reluctance before gently pushing you towards the stairs back down. “Hurry back.”

You smile as you shake your head, going back down to grab the necessary groceries. Luckily, Nell had labeled everything, including what order was likely best. Cracking open the first box reveals some of the pre-prepared and frozen meals. You quickly find the stew blend and head back up.

Heshi’s still not back yet, which you hope means he’s taking the time to find adequate warm clothing, so you set about starting the fire. Once that’s going, you begin portioning off enough stew for the two of you to have for dinner.

You’re glad you hear Heshi moving across the floor because he doesn’t say anything before wrapping around you once more. “Heshi!” you try to scold, but your giggle ruins it. While you lean over the pot you’re sliding the stew mix into, Heshi has carefully wound his arms so as not to hamper your movements. His right arm drapes over your shoulder and down you front while his left slides around your waist. With your back firmly to his chest, it's like wearing a very odd cross-body satchel. “Really?”

At least you can see the long sleeves of his white kurta, so he did put on some proper layers. He doesn’t respond to your half-hearted protests, moving easily with you as you go over to hang the pot over the fire—although he doesn’t help carry it either.

As you situate it properly and start to stir it, he just tightens his grip around your middle—luckily not tight enough to cause discomfort, but certainly enough that you can’t forget he’s holding you like this. “You’re so soft,” Heshi sighs from his favorite place, the crook of your neck.

You blame the fire’s heat for the red in your face. Normally, you’d be more self-conscious about such a comment, but he sounds so sincere, you can’t find it in you to contradict him. You settle for just muttering, “shut up," and not taking your eyes off the slowly heating up stew. He chuckles in response and nestles closer.

You work in a comfortable silence before you're confident enough to shuffle over to the water pump, Heshi at your heels the entire way, to get you both a drink. He downs his remarkably fast. When he even deigns to let go of you for his refill, it's enough to stir up your concern all over again. He seems warmer now, he certainly has more layers on, but the fact that he’s up at all can’t be good, nor can how worried he’s been. You hadn’t meant to stress him out by bringing him into all of your family nonsense.

When he refills his cup for a third time and only sips at it, you scoot the two of you back over to the stew and the fire, wanting to keep him as warm as possible. Once the food is done, you’ll have to make sure you convince him to let you take it back to his room so he can slide back into his nest. You place your hand over his and trace along the veins and bones you can feel. Is he too thin? You’ve never seen him so soon after he’s woken up and he doesn’t seem anywhere close to starvation thin.

If he starts to drift off after you’ve eaten, you should just call it a night and stay if he asks. Maybe tomorrow at the library, you should look into—

“’M sorry,” Heshi says against your skin, sounding almost shy.

“What are you talking about?” Had he said something while you were worrying?

“That I’m being so clingy,” he says, subdued, and you realize he’s not just burrowed as tight against you because he wants to, like usual. He’s hiding because he’s embarrassed. “I’m not normally like this, even waking up from hibernation. I don’t mean to be both—”

“Whoa, no,” you hurry to correct. “You are not bothering me. Hey, hey,” you slide a hand under his chin and try to encourage him to meet your eyes. He does so with great reluctance, but soon his sheepish eyes are locking on your own. “If you were bothering me, I’d have said so. I promise.”

“Really?”

“Look, I know I’m more easy to compromise than some other people I know,” you shoot him a teasing smirk that he returns, “but if something pisses me off or annoys me—especially if it happens all the time—I speak up, okay?” He nods, but he’s biting his lip, still obviously a little unsure of his welcome. “Do I ever have any trouble telling you when you’re being annoying otherwise?”

That gets him to laugh and shake his head. “No.”

“Exactly.”

This time when he tugs out of your grip on his chin, you let him. He pulls back a little, only to raise up to his more usual height, a few inches taller than you, and turns you around for a proper embrace. You melt against him easily. There’s nothing quite like getting a hug from a naga. His arms wrap around you firmly as he bends over to press a kiss to the top of your head. You swear, he must do things like that just to make you blush and heat up. His tail too, wraps around both of you, thick and strong, keeping you pressed against him.

“Have I told you how glad I am that you’re here?” Heshi asks, his voice low and warm. It feels more intimate than usual, the way he’s murmuring into your hair, as entwined as he can get with you while you’re both still standing. It also feels different because it's not in his nest, its own secret world, but in your now shared kitchen, while the last rays of daylight still filter through the window.

“You might have mentioned it,” you allow, too comfortable and warm and happy for your usual self-consciousness. “Once or twice.”

[Part Seven]

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