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phospadparadscha · 4 months

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Church dance + Gems au = accidental near-fusion???

And now, for the main event: Black Opal, the fusion of an Orange Pearl (Kim Kitsuragi) and mystery gem (Harry Du Bois). Below is a reference I made:

Black Opal, the fusion of Harry and Kim as part of my Disco Elysium / Steven Universe crossover AU. I really wanted to lean into the nostalgia and adrenaline junkie aspects of both characters. The conclusion I came to was a 70s biker. I think every time I've seen a picture of someone's american dad back when they were younger, it was a guy with insane facial hair and a homoerotic biker fit, which lead me to this as the aesthetic for a fusion of these two. These are black opals, for reference:

As a fusion, they both struggle to speak as a singular being. They are not a very stable fusion, mostly due to Harry's damaged gem and how quickly they both can diverge from each other in action and personality. When they do agree however and can maintain Black Opal, its the aspect of themselves that brings out the daring qualities of the other; the one that says "hold on!" and presses their foot on the accelerator, the one that revs their engine, the one that brings a boombox to a boat ride. After a while Black Opal is able to assimilate both aspects of Kim and Harry, as seen in the last panel where his enthusiastic and showboating personality (which both Harry and Kim posses individually in different ways) becomes more like a singular being, like other fusions in the show.

I arranged their limbs and eyes according to where I think they diverge in terms of personality and what they try to accomplish as a fusion / where their interests conflict. This seems to be the case for fusions in Steven Universe as well, where the less harmonious a fusion is, the less proportional the limbs and eyes are to a human body. Harry and Kim have divergences in their eyes and in their forearms. While physically they follow each other in a common goal, Harry and Kim have different ways of handling the world and diverge in their sense of interfacing. Kim has a delicate touch generally, while Harry tends to brute force his way through obstacles. They also have divergent eyes; They both see the world very differently and have different reactions to the same stimulus. Besides these two divergences, they are a fairly harmonious fusion physically.

This is Kim's first fusion, meanwhile Harry has fused before with multiple people from Precinct 41 and his ex, but due to his amnesia he doesn't remember that he has.

Harry and Kim are both basically in historical cosplay throughout the entire game, and I liked the idea of them both being a fusion that dresses in an outdated and charming way as well, like a person out of time. Black Opal as a gemstone I chose because the rainbow coloration of Harry's pale damage on his gem would intermingle with Kim's orange pearl, while the orange and green of the two of them mixed as colors would be a darker muddy color. Thus, this would equate to a dark gem with rainbow coloration inside. Opals tend to be porous as well, which I found fitting for Harry's eroded gemstone.

I love how Harry and Kim have whack-ass facial hair in game and I wanted to give them both an insane facial hair combo. The leather jacket is basically a combination of Harry's green disco blazer and Kim's orange bomber jacket. Kim's gloves become biker's gloves, the "tie" from Harry is the bandana they both wear around their mullet with buzzed sides. They're wearing these big biker's boots, which are drawn largely from Kim's boots in game. Kim has a ton of little compartments to his clothes, so I liked the idea of there being a bunch of zippers everywhere. I'd have put even more and drawn on some patches but my hand was starting to fall off from drawing so for now this is it.

I'll definitely be drawing more of this fusion and for this AU in the future but if you guys have suggestions, ideas, art requests for the crossover let me know. The tag for posts about this au is "disco universe".

Below are some of the clothing and aesthetics I referenced while drawing Black Opal:

#disco elysium #comic #my art #art #digital art #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #harrykim #disco universe #steven universe crossover #disco elysium au #disco elysium crossover #steven universe gemsona #steven universe fusion #disco elysium alternate universe

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tarotwithlove · 29 days

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PICK A CARD ⭒ how are things aligning with your specific person ??

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

BOOK A READING WITH ME · LINKTREE · 18+ PATREON · SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC · TIPS ♡ tips, bookings, and feedback are highly appreciated!

GROUP ONE

cards · king of wands (reversed), two of swords (reversed), ten of pentacles, knight of swords, the world, onyx: willpower, strength, protection.

channelled songs · jungle by cix. i like that by houston. follow you by bring me the horizon. if i’m dancing by britney spears.

my dear group one ♡ you may currently be in no contact with your sp. and while they are going on with their life, you may be holding onto them: manifesting them, getting constant readings about them, and lurking on their social media. just… obsessively being in your sps energy.

one day, somewhat soon, you may get a wakeup call while lurking or asking around about them, as you’ll hear that they are dating someone new. or that they are serious about someone. for some, you may even hear about an engagement or see their engagement announcement.

this could lead you to spiral because you have spent so long manifesting them. because you believe there is no other person for you but them.

your sp, however, has no ill-feelings towards you and will likely even invite you to the wedding or engagement party. put your wallowing and self-pity aside, and go! trust me! you may meet a very important person at this event.

GROUP TWO

cards · knight of pentacles (reversed), queen of pentacles, eight of wands, justice (reversed), six of cups, sunstone: fulfillment, motivation, contentment.

channelled songs · interlude: for us by us by solange. blkdeath: by bbymutha. comflex by stray kids. on air by 3ye.

my dear group two ♡ you may have been the one to cut contact or put distance between you and your sp. you may have chosen to do this because of their immaturity, dishonesty, or because they refused to commit to you in the way that you wanted them to commit to you.

you have put yourself on the pedestal. you have focused on yourself entirely, to the extent that you may have even stopped manifesting or affirming for your sp. you have placed your trust in the divine entirely that things will align as they should when they should.

because of this, things are falling into place. perfectly. your sp has been keeping their eye on you, and wants to snatch you up before someone else comes along and gets you first. reconciliation is in the cards. but not just any reconciliation, no, reconciliation with your sp basically crawling back to you.

GROUP THREE

cards · nine of pentacles, knight of pentacles, four of pentacles, king of pentacles, the world, opal: energy, creativity, motion.

channelled songs · blueprint by stray kids. he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother by donny hathaway. behind the wall by tracy chapman. can’t stand losing you by the police.

my dear group three ♡ this connection with your sp requires patience and waiting. a lot of patience, and a lot of waiting. you and your sp are moving towards each other, slowly by surely. but trust me when i say that it will be slow.

it will be years before you and your sp reconcile, years before your paths even cross again. for many of you, you may only meet again in another ten years, at a reunion event of some sort.

between then and now, you will have both lived your lifes. fallen in and out of love. married and built lives completely separate from each other. and while you will be physically separated, you will still be connected to each other spiritually. divinely. by your red string of fate.

you will see each other and it’s like no time at all has passed. live your life, and trust the process.

GROUP FOUR

cards · the moon, the devil, seven of wands, eight of swords, the high priestess, hematite: grounding, solidity, composure.

channelled songs · salvatore by lana del rey. tuesday moon by neutral milk hotel. put it on da floor again by latto & cardi b. guangling fantasia by liu fang.

my dear group four ♡ the relationship between you and your sp may be one built upon projection. your projection. you may be projecting onto your sp and this connection, thinking that there is more here -- more between you two -- than there actually is.

but this is why this connection causes you so much pain. this is why it causes you so much confusion. because you have built this connection up into something it is not. because you have invested more in this connection than this other person has, and thus, invested more than you should.

things are not aligning with your sp, my dear, in fact, and in the kindest way possible, you are beating a dead horse.

you are stressing yourself out over a deadend connection and an sp who has little regard for you.

it’s time to look within and ask yourself why you put yourself through this for this person. it’s time to put yourself back on the pedestal.

#**#tarot #pac #pick a card #tarotblr #witchblr #witch of color #tarotcommunity #tarotcreator #tarotonline #divination #spiritualism #spirituality #channelled message #channeled reading #channeled message #love reading #specific person

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mothpawbs · 1 year

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edit: yooo part 2 is out go look at it!!

royal gals from arc 1! i used this as a way to further illustrate and explore my fashion headcanons, and i love how these turned out. design notes under the cut!

CORAL: i wanted her to look deceptively kind and bubbly, so i tend to draw her big and round like a whale. two inspiration for her design are king dorephan from breath of the wild and granmamare from ponyo. i give her a big coral crown and pearl jewelry. she has a lot of teardrop shapes bc she's probably sad about a lot of things

GLACIER: my favorite queen <3 i wanted her to look regal and no-nonsense but kind. with the exception of her crown, most of her accessories are very sleek and minimalistic. and of course i had to give her glasses because i'm obsessed with giving dragons glasses. i can't decide if the spikes on that crown are opal or enchanted ice, but the studs are black tourmaline.

SCARLET: the og bad bitch!! i love designs that make her look like the world's scariest, swankiest peacock, and the animated wings design was a huge inspiration here. her face markings are meant to look like a helmet. the mail vest she's wearing here is more for show than protection, an ostentatious piece she wears around the palace rather than something she'd don in battle. this is generally the fit i imagine she would wear to court sessions and arena matches.

MOORHEN: i would love to know more about her tbh. i like the colors i gave her, i think the shades of brown work really well together. the cord around her neck represents her sibs, the knot having four coils to symbolize each of them. she has agate embeds all over her, with the majority on her horns, wings, and wrists/ankles. i imagine she has tattooed wing membranes as well.

GRANDEUR: i wanted to make her look regal and positively ancient, and i think i succeeded well enough. her frill shape vaguely matches glory's, as well as her affinity for orange and gold color accents. the flowers are based on tropical rhododenrons.

BATTLEWINNER: ooo she was fun. basically no opportunity for fashion, as i'm sure anything she'd try to wear would burn or melt in her lava bathtub, but i got to do some fun scarring on her. her snout is all scratched up, one of her horns broke off at some point (i imagine that happened during her throne challenge, and that nightwings spar with their horns like rams or deer. she probably got slammed into a wall or something) and her ears are all kinds of shredded. any water vapor around her face and neck tends to solidify into ice, building up into big sparkly icicles over time.

#digital art #mag art #wof #wings of fire #royalty #queen coral #queen glacier #queen scarlet #queen moorhen #queen grandeur #queen battlewinner #seawing #icewing #skywing #mudwing #rainwing #nightwing #character design

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katz-chow · 8 months

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my first time requesting im sorry if it sounds really bad or cringe ehehsbbejrr

how do you think Simon would react to someone who has a seashell collection they are v e r y overprotective of and they give him one of the seashells because they trust him???

selling seashells by the seashore? nope!

synopsis: what the ask said! + a bit more because i started to really get into it

warnings: fluff, sfw, gn! reader, established relationship, marriage, a glimpse into simon's private life, soap being soap

a/n: i’m literally on an island rn and i’m pretty sure this seagull is screaming at me so i thought this would be very fitting 😝

Simon definitely has his pockets filled, only with Moroccan sand and shells and rocks and…possibly a starfish? It’s not much, but truly it’s honest work when it comes to him picking up and inspecting every shell or sea cookie there is out here on this damn beach. Soap hollers at him from a few yards away, hand beckoning for him to come over.

“Ain’t this one a big ol' Lad?” Johnny says with his hand on his hip and the other pointing down at a huge mollusk, it’s opal and rainbowed color shone in the blazing sun.

The taller one smiled behind his mask and grunted as his knees popped, reaching down to pick it up. With a knife, he poked and prodded into whatever was in it, which was now just a dead, sandy mess at his feet. “Pretty, then again, anything prettier than your face, Johnny.”

Soap glared at him, “Yeah, at least I have a face.”

Simon missed you terribly. Miles and miles away, he just thinks about how his lovely spouse is on their daily walk down the beach, trading and finding pretty shells to show him once he gets back. You two do this every time he comes home. After a few days of resting (with mostly Simon either shutting off in his own room or hiding his face in the crook of your neck in your shared room), you sit him down on the kitchen table and pull out your beach bag to debrief about the new shells. Each one with a different story attached to it and each one you wanted to share and love.

“I got this one from a fisherman that caught it in his net when he went fishing in the Bahamas!” You showed him a huge, pink and white conch shell that was larger than both your hands combined.

Simon smiled at you and took your prized possession from your hands and inspected the shiny finishing of it. “You weren’t at the Bahamas, Lovie, what did you do to get it?”

“Oh I traded a hermit crab shell for his nephew’s crab.” You said fondly, petting the shell that looked normal sized in his own hands.

Simon pockets the large nautilus shell into his bag somewhere and feels his breast pocket for the small, spiral shell that you’ve gifted him. It was his birthday, the day you saw his toothy grin for the first time.

You had found a beautiful, black, spiral shell the size of a blade. Taking it home, you filed the tip into it was sharp enough to cut through…something, you thought. You don’t know what he exactly would cut, but it’ll come in handy right?

He cried that day when you sheepishly offered him this small gift box, a silver bow resting on the top of it. After you calmed him down and held onto his arm, he opened it and a goofy smile replaced his tears.

“I sharpened it, it’s like a…like uhm a shank?” You said, rather confused actually.

Your husband snorts at your reasoning and picks up the lustrous black shell into his hands. He examines it closely, spinning and turning it in his fingers to make it shine in different angles. With the hard padding of his index finger he grazed the tip of the shell, and sure enough, it was sharp. Simon huffs a laugh to himself thinking about how he could potentially use this as his next melee weapon.

“Do you…like it?” You ask him hesitantly, sitting across from him on the couch. Your own hand fidgeted with each other as you pull and push on your knuckles, making them pop gently.

The large man in front of you looks up at you, eyes a bit wide in confusion. A small gasp is heard from the parting of his lips and he softens his gaze, looking at you fully. He didn’t laugh at you, he laughed at himself. “It’s silly…to be killed with a seashell, hmm?”

Large hands found yours as he abandoned the shell temporarily on the safe coffee table. He kisses your forehead. “Of course I love it, my sea star…best gift ever.”

Simon knew that it wasn’t just a gift from his spouse that day. No that’d be too simple, and his life is anything but. That was a piece of you, your love for him manifesting in such a small, delicate object. To break it, was to break a piece of you…and you would raise hell if he did.

His face settled on a slightly less disgruntled face under his mask as he looked off into the coast. With a pat on the breast pocket of his vest, he pondered to himself, ‘This time, it’ll be different.’ This time he has his own collection to present to you. This time he knows you’ll be even more excited than that time you found a perfectly round sand dollar when he shows you these little treasures. Maybe this time you’ll even scream when he shows you this dried starfish.

But one thing’s for sure, he’ll come home to you after all this. And one day, there’ll be no more war, no more bloodshed, just two old spouses sitting on the beach, the sun rising steadily, and a wall of shells from coasts all around the world.

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hellfireghoul · 1 year

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i’d love it if you could write one where the reader is crucio’d by rookwood while fighting him with sebastian after she refuses to tell him where the ancient magic depositary is. it’s 100x worse than the scriptorium and rookwood is about to use it on her again when sebastian, blinded by rage, uses the killing curse on him. reader is still in severe pain and passes out. sebastian takes her to the hospital wing and won’t leave her side, he blames himself because he thinks it was so bad because it was her second time experiencing the curse. they comfort each other when she wakes up. bonus points if she also tells him rookwood was the one who cursed his sister so he knows he avenged them both

Hi anon!

Ahhhh my first ever fic request, and I am more than happy to oblige. This is SUCH a good headcannon idea and let's face it, what should've happened in the game.

Thank you for sending in your request, I hope you love it and it was along the lines of what you were thinking.

Don't be shy if you want to request something, I'm happy to write away.

Always Safe With You

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader

Anon request summary: Can you write a fic where the reader is getting tortured by the Cruciatus Curse by Rookwood, and Sebastian snaps and puts an end to it.

Warnings: Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy. Other than that, some mild violence and swearing. Mostly just Seb fluff.

Words: 2.8k

“Foolish girl.” Rookwood’s snarling voice thundered through the air, his mouth curling in a devilish grin as he threw yet another curse your way.

You and Sebastian were surrounded, dark wizards at your every turn at the hand of Victor Rookwood. You’d just failed to tell him where the ancient magic depositary was, and as a result of him disliking your cocky answer, he’d flung you across the castle ruins like nothing more than a ragdoll. Wincing, you clutched at your side feeling a sharp pain splinter across your rib, as you attempted to regain your stance and fight again once more.

“Y/N!” Sebastian yelled, blocking a blast of scarlet light with Protego. You couldn’t answer him, but your gaze met his briefly in a silent ‘I’m okay.’

Stumbling to your feet, your wand clutched firmly in your right hand with a grip that turned your knuckles white, you faced Rookwood head on. The devilish smile still hadn’t faded from his expression, yet you kept your own calm as you strode back over towards him, screaming ‘Bombarda!”. A jet of opal light burst from the tip of your wand and lunged at Rookwood, but he dodged the spell with such ease it incensed you.

“I won’t ask you again child, tell me where the repository is.” He snarled, his voice raised to be heard above the sounds of battle rattling around you. You opened your mouth to speak again, not to respond but to hurl another jinx his way, when all of a sudden, you felt your feet rise off the ground. A tight, unbearable pressure clasped around your throat, the air leaving your lungs almost as if they’d been punctured.

Rookwood grinned menacingly, raising his wand higher to further lift you in the air, controlling you as if you were some puppet. You desperately tried to wriggle, to be set free from these awful constraints but the more you tried to move, the tighter the grasp seemed to become on your throat. It felt as if you were being consumed in a pit of invisible Devil’s Snare.

“Tell me!” Rookwood shrieked, your face turning almost blue from lack of oxygen when you felt that immense pressure ease off, only a tiny bit, allowing you to breathe. You gasped for air urgently, coughing and spluttering but your arms were still snapped to your sides in a rigid, magical bind.

“Go… fuck yourself.” You breathed, recovering from your coughing fit but still panting. Rookwood's weary expression turned into nothing short of blind rage, he growled as he relinquished the magical binds with a violent flick of his wand, slamming your body to the ground and knocking out every ounce of strength you had left in you. Sebastian was screaming out for you, you could hear him somewhere amongst the carnage. You couldn’t call back out to him.

“You’ve had your chance, I always said children should be seen and not heard.” Rookwood muttered, twirling his wand between his thumbs casually before pointing it at you and yelling, “Crucio!”

A spark like electricity surged out of Rookwood’s wand, hitting you dead on and then all you knew was that pain. Deep, agonising, pain. As if every single nerve ending in your body was being set on fire twice over. Your vision evaded you, you saw only white as your screams rendered your throat hoarse. Excruciating sharp pains attacked your every living cell, everywhere from your toes to your fingertips had you screaming out in agony.

“No!” A faint voice yelled from the distance, but the outside world seemed blurry, irrelevant at this moment in time. Nothing existed past the deep surge of pain. You’d experienced the Cruciatus curse before, and it was very unfortunately inflicted upon you by someone you loved deeply. This however, was different. The pain was similar, but it wasn’t in the same region. It was as if you could feel the hatred being bestowed upon you, feel every single hateful ounce in Rookwood’s body was being poured into your very soul as you writhed on the ground being endlessly tortured. You thought it would never stop, your mouth screamed words you didn’t even recognise. Pleas for it stop perhaps? Or were you calling out for someone? You had no idea. Until… it did. It stopped. Just like that, all the pain, the agony, gone. As if it was as simple as pushing a button. Your vision faded back into focus, and you blinked rapidly through spilled tears you weren’t even aware of, as your eyes fixed on your attacker.

“Shall we try that again?” Rookwood barked, pacing in front of your limp body. You lay rigid on the ground, your body still in complete shock rendering you weak and useless. Clutching your side, you simply laughed humourlessly at Rookwood’s words, his rage at your silence the only positive you were taking from this situation.

“Go… fuck… yours-” You breathed once again, but you were cut short as the man cast the Cruciatus curse on you once again. Your body bent and folded backwards in a rigid contortion, your eyes screwed shut as the pain engulfed you once more. The screams that left your mouth were enough to send chills down any decent wizard’s spine. The noises were utterly torturous to Sebastian’s ears. He desperately wanted to get to you. Needed to get to you. He cast a huge blast that sent two enemies soaring off their feet, and didn’t waste a second of his breathing space to scramble over to you. Sebastian yelled your name in horror, pleading you’d hear him as if somehow that would make it all go away. Make it all stop. And then he heard it, your blood-curdling screams of his name, as you called out to him in complete agony, desperate for help.

His eyes fixed on your quivering and writhing frame, and for a moment, he was rooted to the spot. All he could do was stand there and watch helplessly, as unwelcome memories flooded into his mind like an assault. He’d done this to you once. Caused that exact pain, that exact suffering he was seeing in front of him now.. He didn’t know why it had only sunk in now, after all, he’d seen what he’d done to you before. Or at least, he thought he had. This seemed like a whole new experience, witnessing the attack as an on-looker made it appear all the more brutal. This is what he’d done to you. The thought was almost unbearable to think about, and panic rose up his throat and throughout his body in a wave of heat leaving him shaking and desperate.

Sebastian's glare suddenly flitted to Rookwood, who’s wand was pointed firmly at you, his face contorted in one of rage and concentration. Your agonising screams thundered in Sebastian’s ears, and it all happened very quickly after that. He raised his wand without a second thought, pointed it at Rookwood and yelled “Avada Kedavra!”.

A burst of green sparks lunged towards Rookwood from Sebastian's wand, flying across the castle ruins like a bolt and engulfing the target. Another flash of green, and in a split second, Rookwood’s lifeless body slumped to the ground with a hard thud. But it had stopped. Your screams had stopped. The pain had stopped. He’d done it.

An outpouring of rage and yelling emerged from the remaining enemies, and Sebastian was quickly snapped out of his initial shock by having to defend himself from the flurry of oncoming attacks. Curse after curse was being flung his way, and he dodged them all with deceptive ease and he tried to make his way towards you lying motionless on the ground. As he did, a particularly tall dark wizard set his eyes on you. You were still writhing on the floor, unable to open your eyes fully as your body was too winded from enduring a second violent attack. In a split second, Sebastian followed the wizards gaze as he rose his wand and began to recite the killing curse at you. Not at you. Never you. Sebastian didn’t hesitate, his knee-jerk reaction was to cast ‘Imperio!’, rendering the dark wizard completely under his control. The enemy stopped dead in his tracks, a bright green glow emanating from his lifeless eyes.

“Kill them all.”

Sebastian’s echoing, whispery voice floated in the wizards head, a soft but tantalizing command, one he was unable to resist. The enemy immediately followed orders, and spun around on his heel casting the killing curse at everything that moved. Sebastian was at your side in an instant, cradling your head from the ground and helping you to your feet.

You awoke the next day to the faint smell of pumpkin juice and something you couldn’t quite place, all you knew is that it was foul. Your face grimaced as the smell grew stronger.

“Oh, well what do you expect?” The shrill voice of Madame Blainey cut through the morning peace.

You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to your surroundings as you wrinkled your nose trying to rid your nostrils of the putrid odour.

“You do make a fuss, it’s horklump and bubotuber ointment, will heal that nasty cut on your arm there.” Madame Blainey informed. Glancing down, you saw one arm was in a loose, fabric sling, and the other was being treated in the hands of the matron, her dabbing some of the foul smelling ointment onto a particularly large and deep wound, which was seemingly disappearing as she applied the medicine.

“There, you see. Miracle worker this stuff. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Madame Blainey strode around your hospital bed and disappeared behind the white curtain, revealing a solemn faced, chestnut haired boy sitting to the left of you.

“Sebastian!” You breathed in complete relief, happy to see a familiar face. “How long was I asleep?”

“A good twelve hours.” Sebastian croaked, his eyes curved in a way that made his entire face look desperately sad. Merlin, what you wouldn’t give to just reach out and give him a huge hug.

“How’re you feeling?” You asked, a response to his concerning expression. No way was he letting you get away with that. You’d just been brutally tortured and near enough almost killed right in front of him, and you were asking him how he felt?

“You don’t need to concern yourself about me, Y/N. Not one bit. How are you?”

You sighed, and nodded saying that you were okay and feeling better, your eyes searching his face for more clues on what was going on in the boy’s head. It was almost as if he sensed you were trying to read his thoughts, and he couldn’t keep himself together any longer.

Sebastian crumpled in front of you. The cracks in the persona he had been putting up for so long now was finally giving way, the wall coming tumbling down around you both. A stream of tears coated his cheeks, and he shoved his face in his hands as his shoulders heaved up and down from his gentle cries.

“Sebastian?! What’s wrong? What on earth’s the matter?” You asked, propping yourself up in bed on your elbows. You winced as you did so, suddenly very aware that you had ribs and oh yes, they were hurting.

The boy didn’t respond, still wallowing in his own sobs and this prompted you to reach a hand out towards him in an act of comfort. As soon as you made contact, he lifted his head from his hands and pushed you away gently.

“No, you need to be resting don’t be leaning like that, please.” He eyes were red and swollen, soaked from tears. You had never seen Sebastian cry before now, and it hurt your heart.

“Sebastian, talk to me. It’s all okay now. I’m fine, Rookwood is gone. You… you did the right thing.”

“It’s not that,” Sebastian said after a moment, his sobs coming to a stop which only left the occasional sniff and wipe of his eye with the back of his hand. You allowed the silence that followed for a moment, anticipating him to say more.

“It’s… well Merlin. It was unbearable. Hearing you like that, Y/N. Your screams they were just…” Sebastian trailed off, swallowing thickly before continuing almost through gritted teeth. You reached out your hand and ordered him to take it, he did so and you gave his palm a tight squeeze.

“And I just thought, I did that to you.”

“What? Sebastian I’m not-” You gasped.

“No, I did that to you, Y/N. I’ve used that spell on you before. I’ve inflicted that level of… pain on you before. I couldn’t bare it. Something came over me, I just snapped. I know it was wrong, but he - Rookwood - had to be stopped.” Sebastian hissed Victor Rookwood’s name through clenched teeth, seeming that it took him a lot of physical effort to utter such a vile excuse for a wizard’s name out loud. A silence fell over the two of you for a moment, and all you could do was stare at Sebastian as you processed his words.

“I don’t blame you Sebastian, for any of it.” You broke the silence first, in a whisper, still gripping onto the boy’s freckled hand.

“You should, Y/N.” Sebastian uttered through a shaky exhale. “I’m not… good. I’m not a good person. You deserve so much better, and in all honesty I’m…” He paused and averted his gaze from yours, fixing his stare at the floor as he tried to fight back a sob again.

“I’m… scared. Scared of what’s happening to me. Scared of what I might do to you.”

Horror engulfed your expression as you stared at your best friend. Your best friend since your first day in this castle you now called home. Your best friend, who when you brushed hands with your breath hitched in your throat and you swore the room got a few degrees warmer. Your best friend, who you loved as more than a best friend. He was your everything. You shuffled forward, and swung your legs out of bed so you were now sitting facing him, ignoring his protests as you did so. You cupped his face in your hands.

“Sebastian look at me,” You waited until he made eye contact with you, his deep brown eyes on yours. “I don’t believe for one second, you could ever hurt me.”

He began to mutter small protests, and you shut him up in an instant.

“No, listen. I feel the safest, when I’m with you. If you hadn’t have done what you did, I don’t know if I’d be laying in this hospital bed right now, here with you.” You spoke truthfully. You didn’t. If Rookwood had’ve been allowed to carry on, Merlin knows how far he would’ve taken it. Images flash across your mind of his rageful expression, his eyes filled purely with hate. It was then it hit you, hit you so hard it caused you to lean back on your bed and release your hold on Sebastian. You gazed off to the side for a second, your mind racing and a string of words echoing around your head like a prayer.

“Children should be seen, not heard.”

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips as the realisation dawned on you.

“What? What is it?” Sebastian was giving you a puzzled look.

“Sebastian… I think I know who cursed Anne.” You breathed, meeting his eye once more, his face filled with even further confusion.

“I’m not following.”

You explained what Rookwood had said to you just before the initial Crucio blast, Sebastian’s mouth fell slightly agape.

“You mean to say, it was Rookwood that cursed my sister all those months ago?”

You nodded, your lips pressed together in a hard line but your eyes filled with sympathy as you watched your best friend piece together the puzzle. There was a lingering pause between the two of you, until Sebastian spoke.

“That means… that means I avenged you both.”

“It does indeed.” You agreed, quietly. Sebastian took a deep inhale, seemingly still deep in thought as he slumped back on his chair, his eyes still puffy and red from sobbing mere moments ago.

“It doesn’t make me feel much better but…”

“It makes you feel a little better?” You finished his sentence, with a warm, slight smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah, a little better.” Sebastian nodded, matching your smile as a wave of relief washed over him. He reached forward and grabbed your hand so your fingers were interlocking once again, and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Merlin, I am never letting you out of my sight again.”

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inspiredrawaw · 4 months

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The Eclipse team!

Myrvin McGrove a star mage apprentice and next in line for fox protector of the local forest.

Jaxie Richard a knight in training who also works really hard to have a social life

Lemon “Lemy” Blixt a lemon orchard farmer who is very tired and is the life that gives you lemons

Charlotte Richard, a sneaky rogue of the land and also Jaxie’s sister!!! Family dinners are a bit tense

And now things I’ve changed for the design and whyyyyyy and how it fits in the storrryyyyyyyyyyyyy

First off! I had no desire to draw these characters for a while which told me that I needed to change some things to make them exciting to draw again.

Now originally this story was set in a modern world and the characters were placed into a fantasy world. I apparently don’t like modern settings for my stories so full on fantasy we go! I’m also a SUCKER for fantasy give me full control of the world to sandbox in

Because of this some designs were changed.

I changed Myrvins deer mask to fox because I feel like it’s a better insight into this guys character and there is a fox constellation! I also already have a deer character in my other story Opal Reapers and I didn’t want repeats

And due to my experiences with (hopefully temporary) vision loss I wanted to change a bit on how Myrvins vision loss worked. Such as having a short white ID cane that’s great to help with depth perception and having his mask cover 1 eye to make things easier for him. I did change his scar to be more star shape and his cape to look like that of a fox!

Now Jaxie, jaxie has been the one name from when these guys were septic ego OCs that kept the name so I also switched it and put an x in there. X marks the spot for Myrvins affection apparently and also probleeeemmmsss. He needs a break! 👏👏👏 went for more knight armor but kept some elements from his previous design such as ginger hair and his double lit candle tattoo. And the red hoodie that is his STAPLE

LEMY!!!!!! I love Lemy. So I never shared this character but they were suppose to be a guide for Myrvin in the original fantasy world. But now they don’t need that and I still wanted a reference to the original title dealing with orchard. But we already got our red character so yellow it was! Our sour lemon lantern orchard farmer. I designed her hat to look like a straw hat but still be part of her head design I am so happy with it. Also gives scarecrow vibes

AND CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!! GOD SHES FINALLY BEEN GIVEN TRAITS DEAR STARS. So originally went from being Jaxies brother, to goth sister named Charlie, to now Charlotte problem was that I didn’t know what role she played in the story. She’s a lesbian mess with a knife I love her. She’s a rose both pretty and will slice ya. Big dramatic anime villain vibes for someone who is not a villain. Both Charlotte and Jaxie are trans because I think it’s funny to think that they were told to share as kids and shared everything including their gender and never asked for it back.

The story is still gonna revolve around the Solar and lunar Eclipses drama and poor communication skills and take up Myrvin and Jaxie as there champions as celestial entities DO. Which I shall design….. eventually

ANYWAY if you made it down here thanks for reading let me know what you think.

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michelle-is-writing · 11 months

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Wedding Dress Shopping, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.5k~

It was not my original plan to go out and help my cousin pick out a wedding dress before her bridal party, but when she texted me about it at the last minute, wanting it to just be us, how could I say no? Besides, I thought it would be fun to watch my cousin try on wedding dresses and help her pick out the final one. I can also get a good idea of what to look for when I go shopping for my wedding dress in the future.

The dresses my cousin picked out were all quite beautiful. One was a mermaid style with silver tulle at the bottom, another being a cremé color that was strapless and poofed out like a quinceanera dress, and the last one was the only one she gasped at upon seeing herself in. It was a very bright white, almost a light blue, gown that was shorter in the front and long in the back. It had small fine jewels lining the bottom of the top before it spread out to the bottom piece. When she walked around in it, anyone's attention would be stuck on the way that the back flowed behind her elegantly, almost as if she were royalty.

"This one," she decides with no hesitation in her voice as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. "This one, for sure."

I smile and stand from the couch to walk up to her and get a full look at the dress in the mirror. I'll admit, it's beautiful and it fits my cousin very well. Not to mention the jewels are blue topaz, which also happens to be her favorite jewel.

"That's great!" The wedding planner exclaims from the corner of the room. Looking down at her watch, she speaks up. "You both still have forty-five minutes left; would you like to look at veils or gloves?" She asks, placing her hands together. My cousin shakes her head, still looking at herself in the mirror. "No, I've already got all those things picked out..." she explains, her voice draining on as if she were in mid-thought.

Looking over at me, she grins and hurries down off the platform and onto the same floor as me before taking my hands into hers and moving them around excitedly. "I have an idea!" She exclaims, grinning wildly now as she bounces from foot to foot. "Why don't you try on a wedding dress?" She suggests. "You and Spencer are getting married soon, and since it's just us here, why not?"

I smile at my cousin's words and glance down at the ring Spencer gave me several months ago, a silver band with an opal stone and (birthstone), each representing the month that Spencer and I were born. He had it specially made, which makes it even more meaningful.

Looking back at my cousin, I shake my head. "I can't," I tell her. "It's your day, not mine. It's all about you!" I remind the beautiful bride. She only grins once more and rolls her eyes before dragging me over to the dress selections. "Forget the rules!" She states, moving dresses around for me to look at everything. "Find the one you absolutely love!"

None catch my eye until she stops at a white dress with lacy patterns all throughout it. Seeing my eyes linger on this particular dress for a few seconds, my cousin then takes it from the rack and holds it up, letting me see that it's an off-the-shoulder dress with a flared bottom piece and long sleeves that end with lace. I absolutely love it, and by the looks of my cousin's facial expression, she does too.

"Go! Try it on!" She says, pushing it into my arms. Smiling, I nod at her before walking off and heading into an empty dressing room. Slipping my jeans and t-shirt off, I slide into the dress and look at myself in the mirror. Even though it's unzipped, it still appears to be so perfect. It fits my curves perfectly while accentuating my waist. Not to mention it shows off my shoulders and a little cleavage, but I'm not arguing.

"How does it look?" I hear my cousin ask before yanking the curtains to my dressing room open, revealing her to still be in her dress. Upon seeing me, she gasps with a huge smile. "I love it," she tells me, moving behind me to zip it. Once she does, we both look in the mirror at our dresses, the smiles on our faces growing. "I love it even more now," My cousin announces.

"Me too," I agree, running my hands over my hips. It's at this point I realize this is the dress I want. This is the dress I'm going to wear to my wedding. Not only does it look good on me, but the price is perfect.

After dragging me out of the dressing room, both my cousin and the wedding planner force me into a pair of heels and a veil as well. Standing on the platform, I smile as my cousin behind me smooths everything out while the planner takes a picture of me. This day was not originally supposed to be for me, but somehow I'm now being treated like a princess. I can't say that I don't like it though.

"(Y/n)?" I hear my name being called. Turning around with my cousin following, I see my fiancé standing at the doors with a slightly confused face. Quickly looking at the wall clock above the doors, I see it's three o'clock, which is the time Spencer was supposed to pick me up... and now he's here... seeing me in my dress. I'm so embarrassed, and I don't know why.

"We had a little extra time," I quickly explain, blushing. "And we found this dress, and it fit, and-"

"And you look incredibly beautiful." Spencer cuts me off from my rambling. His compliment makes me smile and blush even more. Trying to avoid Spencer's eyes, I avert my gaze to the floor as my cousin and the planner walk away to leave Spencer and me to each other, smiling as they do so.

"It wasn't my plan to try on a dress today," I tell Spencer as he steps onto the platform. "But we found this one, and I really like it," I admit, moving my hands to the sides of my dress.

"I love it," He states, causing me to look up at him and smile. He then takes my hands and holds my arms out as his eyes flash over me and the dress, soon reaching my face where his smile beams, and eyes twinkle. It is at this moment I realize Spencer holds the same type of love for me as I do for him.

"God, I could marry you right now," he tells me, moving in to kiss me. When he does, I laugh and pull back a little, seeing him stare intently in my eyes. "You look so... gorgeous," Spence tells me again, making my blush darken. "You're completely stunning."

"Isn't there an old wives tale that says you're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding?" I ask him with a smirk.

"Well, in this day and age, many people refer to the time right before the wedding, and yes, it's supposedly bad luck," he answers me. "but the folklore actually refers to the time when arranged marriages were custom, and the betrothed couples were not allowed to each other before the wedding at all," he smiles, leaning in again with a smirk. "So, I think we're okay."

After my cousin and I purchase our dresses, veils, and even heels, I bid her goodbye before Spencer and I climb into his car and begin driving home with the wedding gown and accessories safely in the back. The ride to our apartment is quiet; however, it's sweet at the same time. Words don't need to be exchanged between us as the pleasant feelings we're feeling take over the silence.

With my head leaning on Spencer's shoulder and his hand enclosed in mine as the other rests on the wheel, our admiration for each other shows through our smiles. Once we arrive home, we remain silent in the car for a few moments before turning our heads and connecting our lips in a sweet kiss.

"I really did..." Spencer begins as he pulls his lips away from mine. Blushing, he looks down and smiles before flashing his beautiful brown eyes back up to mine. "I really did like you in that dress," He finishes his sentence, now smirking. "It reminds me of what the rest of my life is going to be like, and I can't ask for anything better."

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elsewhereuniversity · 3 months

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im not sure how it happpened. one moment, i was napping under a tree on campus, and the next i was wandering without aim in the dark outside my dorm. there was dirt under my nails, and i learned from my roommate that itd been three days. i havent been able to sleep since.

archivist, all i ask is for a charm to ease my restlessness. whatever you see fit. in return, i offer a quarter. it shines like new, though the heads side is marked by several shallow scratches. it offers warmth through the deepest cold, whether literal or metaphorical, and i found it works best in my left pocket.

Let me see what I can do. Nothing I have is a perfect fit, but I have things you might find useful short and long term. So.

A charm for you in the short term: a set of jewelry, all of it opals set in gold filigree. The flower-shaped ring soothes troubled thoughts, the earrings ensure that the head between them is not overwhelmed with sensory overload, the bracelet spurs one to complete the mundane and forgettable tasks necessary for a comfortable life, and the opal pendant on the necklace becomes whatever you most want to stim with if you reach for it. For the near future, as exhaustion creeps in and your thoughts circle light carrion crows around the hole in your memory, I hope they help maintain some peace of mind.

A charm for you in the long term: a single minute caught in an hourglass, black sand perpetually frozen in the upper bulb. I suspect you will come to a point of desperation, in the course of unraveling this mystery, where even a minute more time will make the difference between life and death. When that time comes, break this underfoot.

#charms

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wilcze-kudly · 5 months

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Give me more Beifong family angst over Kuvira and Baatar Jr's betrayal. And with them living in the estate again.

Give me Huan locking himself in his room, sculpting countless jagged statues as he tries to somehow express the frustration he feels like he can't express otherwise. Give me Huan forcing himself out of his comfort zone to spend time with his younger siblings, because he feels like he needs to step up as an older brother.

Give me Huan feeling guilty and useless because all he had been able to do while his siblings were fighting for their lives was evacuate. Give me Huan getting between Baatar Jr and the rest of his siblings and feeling like now he has to be the older sibling they deserve. Give me Huan being overprotective of Opal and the twins, because he hadn't been able to protect them when it really mattered.

Give me Opal staying away from Zaofu for longer and longer periods of time. Give me Opal feeling more at home in the Air Temples because Zaofu no longer feels like the place she'd known when growing up. Give me the guilt associated with that.

Give me Opal having a mini panic attack everytime she calls home and someone doesn't pick up right away because anything could be going on there, because she fully beileves Kuvira as capable to harm the family. Give me Opal waking up in a cold sweat after a nightmare where her family dies in captivity.

Give me Opal feeling like she has to forgive Bolin because he helped rescue her family despite how hurt ans upset she still is with him.

Give me the twins being disillusioned by metalbending and their family's legacy after seeing how destructive it can be. Give me the twins not being able to find joy in playing Power Disc anymore, because it all feels so hollow after almost dying and so childish and wrong when people have suffered. Give me the twins feeling unsafe living with people who almost killed them. Give me the twins wondering what would've happened if Lin hadn't been fast enough when she saved them. Give me the twins developing trust issues after their closest family betrayed them. Give me the twins feeling safe only in one another's company.

Give me Baatar Sr wracked with guilt over not noticing Baatar Jr's woes earlier. Give me Baatar Sr feeling directly responsible for his oldest sons actions. Give me Baatar Sr throwing himself into work trying to personally rebuild all that his son has destroyed. Give me Baatar Sr feeling like he failed as a father because his children were but in danger time and time again. Give me Baatar Sr trying to support his wife despite feeling like her efforts to fix their family are hurting their younger children.

Give me Suyin walking on eggshells around her children, feeling like the slightest slip up could have tragic consequences. Give me Suyin trying desperately to keep the family she'd worked so hard to build together, to the point where she's forcing them together. Give me Suyin so distraught that she abandons common sense, trying to pretend everything is fine, not noticing how it's hurting her other children. Give me guilt, the mild insanity, the delusion, the hypocrisy.

Give me Kuvira and Baatar Jr realising that they've destroyed the home they used to have. Give me Kuvira and Baatar Jr realising that, because of their actions, none of them can ever truly come home, because what they did has shaken the very core of their family.

Give me Lin watching this shitshow from the sidelines. Give me Lin, who'd just recently become part of this family again, not knowing how she fits into this. Give me Lin worrying over her niece and nephews, seeing their discomfort and understanding how it feels to be hurt by your own family. Give me Lin quietly offering Huan and the twins that they can stay with her if they ever feel unsafe in their home.

Give me Lin finally snapping and calling Su out on all this. Give me Su breaking down.

Give me- *gets shot*

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