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guineapigsinwinter · 2 years

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Leomund’s Tiny hut, courtesy of Miguno.

Pina yawned blinking as dusk approached. For the last hour or so he had been dozing, his arms feeling stiff and his stab wound aching.

“Whilst magic does heal the wound physically, the soul remembers those which would have been fatal. Plus that poison was a nasty one, you will be fine tomorrow though.” Els had explained when he had asked why he still felt sore despite her and Legoshi having healed him. Part of Pina was still disappointed whenever he learnt of a limit to magic, or boundary that mortals even with divine assistance could not cross.

The afternoon sky here was beautiful, even if the sheer flatness of the plains around them slightly unnerved Pina. Land wasn’t supposed to be so flat dammit, where the hills and mounds, the bumps and ditches? To the left of the road in the distance he could see the dark green ribbon that signified some kind of woods or forest. If Pina strained his eyes and gently poured Power to his eyes whilst humming he thought he could see hills on the horizon to the right of the road.

Frankly he had no idea why Durham, Voss and Collot were keeping watch in turns. How could anything approach unseen in such a landscape?

It was beginning to get dark when Jack rolled his shoulders, looking up from the card game he had been teaching Pina, Patrican’s Bluff. “Mmm looks like we should think about setting up camp soon I reckon.” The golden wizard casually said, getting a scoff from Durham.

“Really? I reckon we have at least another hour and a bit of decent light yet and we need to make up for lost time.” The armoured coyote replied gruffly, one arm wrapped around Miguno’s shoulders, the bard gently snoring on his shoulder.

Jack smiled whilst shaking his head slightly. “We’ve been going pretty fast since. I’m honestly surprised Kabu has kept this speed up so long.” The dog said, crossing his arms.

“Kabu will need a rest soon and honestly I’d rather get a slightly earlier night honestly.” Came Legoshi’s voice from the wolf’s perch at the front.

Durham rolled his eyes, snorting whilst Jack let out a quiet giggle and smirked. “Would you have said that if Jack hadn’t suggested it first Legoshi?” The coyote shouted out to the wolf on Kabu’s neck, who merely raised one arm, middle finger aloft in response.

Durham, Voss and Collot laughed whilst Els smiled and rolled her eyes as the divine magic that had been enveloping their steed dissipated, Kabu’s speed starting to decrease. After about half an hour they came to an ancient looking well by the side of the road where they stopped.

Voss and Collot both slipped away silently, one minute they were jumping off Kabu the next Pina had no idea where either were. Jack planted his staff to the ground, eyes closed in concentration as he traced symbols and sigils in the air with his free hand, a steady hum of controlled power emanating from him as the carriage lifted off Kabu. Legoshi and Els both kneeled before the well on opposite sides, quietly praying to their respective deities and Pina could feel Power like a clear shining temple chorus gently settling into the well as they prayed.

“They are purifying the well, can never be too careful and it’s just common courtesy if you are going to drink from it. Always pays to be polite, and doesn’t cost you.” Durham said quietly to Pina, making him jump slightly which caused the armoured coyote to chuckle fondly.

Miguno laughed. “Don’t worry Pina my brute of a husband sneaks up on everyone despite the clank. Anyway I want you to help me cast the hut.” The hyena said from where he was tuning a lute, standing next to the praying wolf.

Pina cocked his head as he walked over to Miguno. “Cast the hut?” He asked. What did Miguno mean?

The older bard opened his mouth silently, then closed it, chuckling before replying, springing into a jaunty walk in a large circle with the well at it’s centre. “Well Leomund’s tiny hut of course! Probably one of the most useful spells in my opinion. Now pay attention closely as it’s always a bit a of a bitch to get the hang of though I am doing this ritually so it should be easy for you to follow.” Miguno excitedly said, bowling low to Pina and Jack who had joined the sheep.

Miguno cleared his throat before spinning on his feet and starting to dance along his circle, loudly humming as he started to play. Pina could feel and hear the Power rising up inside the hyena, subtly but strongly and couldn’t help but feel elation when Miguno started to sing, his voice clear, his body, voice and instrument in perfect harmony.

“Lilac flowers

And berries where we lie

Behind there violet eyes

a fire

Tragedy’s child

Born into cruelty and crooked form

The hateful twist of rejection

Bends my heart”

As Miguno sung Pina could feel and hear Power flowing into the air from Miguno into ground, magic forming .. something, he wasn’t quite sure. Despite the lyrics Miguno’s song was of security and respite. Miguno was dancing slowly, spiralling as he walked, hips and tail swaying to the rhythm of his song.

“Powers volatile

Lightning awakes in a rising storm

The doors to hope and ascension

Creak apart

In the shards of the broken mirror

Many faces are shorn

In the agony I have been reborn

Reside in dreams of

Lilac flowers

And berries where we lie

Behind there violet eyes

A fire

No price or power

Can ever satisfy

Behind these violet eyes

A fire”

Slowly but steadily a circular pale green wall of pure magic, Power solidified began to rise around them where Miguno danced. Pina focussed on the hyena’s performance, on the pulse, ebb and flow of Power from the bard, on how Miguno seemed to be drawing it from the earth and air into him and the spell. Durham was watching Miguno in gentle awe, a happy almost dopy smile on the coyote’s face as his husband Sung Power into the air.

“Torn apart

To become a living work of art

Chaos kindled in my burning heart

Tear the creaking doors apart

My obsession and endless yearning

As our paths they align

Bound together by more then spell or sign.” The wall rose, curving inwards above them and forming a dome as Miguno completed another lap of the circuit, still dancing and singing, an easy relaxed joy clear across his whole body. Pina wasn’t sure he had ever seen anything more beautiful, and in that moment he was oh so jealous of Durham. The dome’s walls flowed and flickered, strengthening and thickening as Miguno’s song continued to channel Power into it. Pina’s eyes widened as he realised that the dome was not just above him but also beneath him, mirrored by a dome beneath his feet in the earth.

“I’m in your dreams of

Lilac flowers

And berries where we lie

Behind these violet eyes

A fire

No price or power

Can ever satisfy

Behind there violet eyes

A fire.”

Miguno spun into a low bow in front of Pina and Durham as he let the last words echo, carried on Power into the air, one arm sweeping upwards behind him. Pina realised he was staring, and spluttered slightly as Miguno winked at him and then Durham.

“Not that bad a performance eh? Though why you are acting like you’ve seen it for the first time Durham I don’t know.” Miguno cheerfully said as straightened up and sauntered over to them, letting his lute behind him as he put both his hands around the back of Durham’s neck, arms resting on the coyote’s shoulders.

Durham was blushing fiercely, bashfully looking to the ground. “Hell Miguno you know how beautiful you are when you properly perform, every time is my first with you, every breath my first and last when I am with you my love.” The normally stern weapon master shyly replied.

“Sweet Sarenrae’s tits get a room you two! And to think I used to think you’d get less sickly when we got older.” Voss shouted out as he and Collot stepped into the dome. The fox was carrying a collection of large twigs and small logs nearly as big as he was whilst Collot had a Dire cricket slung over his shoulders, the dead olive coloured insect nearly the same size as the sheepdog.

Miguno rolled his eyes in amusement whilst Durham glared at the smaller canine while Collot deeply chuckled.

“Whilst I don’t think the blasphemy was called for I do share Voss’s sentiment, you two are honestly as disgusting now as you were ten years ago.” Els said smiling as she and Legoshi joined them as Jack scratched the ground in front of him with his staff.

#Lilac and Violet is Miracle of Sounds #Bardstars #Beastars au #dnd #Durham and Miguno are still sickly in love #Bards perfoming #Direcrickets #Bard Miguno #Bard in training Pina #Cleric Els #Cleric Legoshi #ranger voss #Ranger Collot #Wizard Jack #Battlemaster Durham

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j-restlessgeek · 4 months

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I am like more than halfway done with my bracelets for käärijä summer camp meet up (vantaa to be exact :3)

Bad to read (not sure if i should make the letters more visible) but it says honorary pöyhönen :3 (cause i found the idea sweet and and hilarious cause this fandom does feels like a lovely family)

Massive thanks to @feral4kaarijasquat who taught me how to make two rowed bracelets also thanks to @smimon who helped me pick beads and looked over my sketch :3💛💛💛💛

Its a bunch of charm, i go into details under the line :3

Charm detailing :3

We have glasses, violet flowers and tape for the tape guy (jesse voss)

Pink bead for the pink men and the pink dancers

A duck for jukka

A camera for mikke (mikke appreciation)

A cat for myself cause its sweet

Yellow flower for häärijä

2024 for the year of the meet up cause i thought that would be like a nice detail

A bolero with a black star for the hair

It glows!!!!!!

Microphone for singing

Rainbow flower for the vibe

Frank the flamingo

Ananas :3

C and Paw print for Chelsea (beloved lil furry queen)

#bracelets #käärijä #käärijä summer meet up #i cant await the meet up #this will be so much fun #💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛#cant await to meet all of you

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fettishvids · 8 months

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Drop dead gorgeous Violet Voss on the Tickle Table

Only for the hardcore lees, no cutesy play here :)

#tickle gif #tickle video #tickling #extreme tickling #extremetickling #tickle content #tickletorture #mummification

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etdraconis · 2 months

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Updated Muse List

Italics denotes tertiary/low muse, * denotes request only

Dragon Age Canons:

Cremisius Aclassi

Anders

Zevran Araini

Blackwall

Eleanor Cousland

Fergus Cousland

Fenris

Bethany Hawke

Carver Hawke

Nathaniel Howe

Thomas Howe

Anora Mac Tir

Loghain Mac Tir

Josephine Montilyet

Dorian Pavus

Cassandra Pentaghast

Cullen Rutherford

Varric Tethras

Alistair Theirin

Cailan Theirin

Maric Theirin

Varric Tethras

Dragon Age OCs:

Arden Aclassi

Hissera Adaar

Sereda Aeducan

August Amell

Elizabeth Amell

Julian Amell

Oliver Amell

Rosalie Amell

Pyke Brosca

Macaria Cadash

Amara Cousland

Brennon Cousland

Lauryl Cousland

Victoire Ducet

Enya

Callum Hawke

Kenton Hawke

Leanore Hawke

Hava Lavellan

Lorcan

Theron Mahariel

Kalva Sabrae

Alim Surana

Aurelia Tabris

Rowan Theirin

Claire Trevelyan

Declan Trevelyan

Evelyn Trevelyan

Everett Trevelyan

Gabriel Trevelyan

Maxwell Trevelyan

Persephone Trevelyan

Greek Mythology

Aphrodite

Apollo

Ares

Aristeus

Artemis

Asclepius

Hades

Hera

Hermes

Patroclus

Persephone

Poseidon

Percy Jackson/Riordan Verse

Annabeth Chase

Nico Di Angelo

Jason Grace (potentially)

Percy Jackson

Piper McClean (potentially)

Will Solace

Leo Valdez (potentially)

ACOTAR

Elaine Archeron

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Azriel

Cassian

Rhysand

Lucian Vanserra

Crescent City

Hunt Athalar

Ruhn Danaan

Danika Fendyr

Ithan Holstrom

Bryce Quinlan

Throne of Glass

Aedion Ashryver

Sam Cortland

Lysandra Ennar

Aelin Galathynius

Dorian Havilliard

Fenrys Moonbeam

Chaol Westfall

Grishaverse

Kaz Brekker

The Darkling

Jesper Fahey

Inej Ghafa

Matthias Helvar

Nikolai Lantsov

Zoya Nazyalensky

Alina Starkov

Wylan Van Eck

Nina Zenik

Good Omens

Aziraphale

Crowley

Zodiac Academy

Geraldine Grus

Lance Orion

Max Rigel

Darcy Vega

Tory Vega

Fourth Wing

Andarna

Imogen Cardulo

Ridoc Gamlyn

Aaric Greycastle

Sloane Maori

Rhiannon Matthias

Brennan Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail

Violet Sorrengail

Other Book Muses

Alexander Clairemont-Diaz

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Finn

General Armitage Hux*

Kylo Ren

The Witcher

Jaskier

Geralt of Rivia

Yennifer of Venderberg

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Jaime Lannister*

Sansa Star*

Aemond Targaryen*

Daemon Targaryen*

Daeron Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen*

Brienne of Tarth*

Jacaerys Velaryon

Lucerys Velaryon

Versailles

Liesolotte*

Chevalier de Lorraine*

Louis XIV*

Philippe d'Orleans*

DnD/Fantasy OCs

Jalana Astorio (human warlock

Tarquin Auglathia (sea-elf rogue)

Nedri Autumnblaze (half-orc ranger)

Azure (water genasi monk)

Anders Brightwood (human bard)

Caerlin (tiefling arcane trickster rogue)

Drake (Wild Hunt shifter ranger)

Elianis Galonodel (half-elf druid)

Naivara Galonodel (half-elf mastermind rogue)

Talon Galonodel (wood elf bard)

Makaria (tiefling paladin)

Reya (tiefling storm sorcerer)

Alwyn Sulian (sun elf paladin)

Auryn Sulian (sun elf fighter)

Cerys Sulian (sun elf celestial warlock)

Emrys Sulian (sun elf shadow magic sorcerer)

Hollis Tremaine (human fighter)

Other/modern OCs

Hyun-Soo Joly (medical student)

Destin Michaels (merman)

Novah Michaels (mermaid)

Cassian Sage (werewolf)

Sophie Sage (werewolf)

Reina Solace (werewolf)

Hazel Thatcher (werewolf)

Nicolai Voss (vampire)

#[chaos mode]&ooc #i did it!#will update as needed #and also link in my pinned post #character pages and spreadsheet to come #feel free to message me for any extra info #especially for any of my ocs #bc i love talking about them

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sunderedazem · 10 months

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“whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. what is it?”

For Corr plz

(Odessen, following the assault on Voss, and Arcann's early defection to the Alliance)

It's...very strange, having a brother again. Especially after losing Thexan to his own blind rage and jealousy. Especially when that new brother is, by right of birth order and raw strength in the Force, the rightful heir to the throne of Zakuul, even if he had been dismissive of his claim to the throne the one time Arcann had brought it up. Especially when that new brother is a half-brother, older made younger through the preservation of Carbonite, and the parent they share brought horror and pain to both of them in such different ways.

He didn't think Corrain would find it in his heart to forgive him, after he'd nearly killed the now-younger man on Asylum, impaling him clean through on a furious lightsaber. Not after he'd ravaged the galaxy Corrain so loved, glassed planets and terrorized billions simply because he could, because he was angry at the world and couldn't take it out on Valkorion. But then Corrain had found him on Voss, had quietly confirmed their shared father - and had stretched out a hand and said "...I cannot forgive you for anyone but myself, but if you want atonement...I can help you start somewhere, Arcann."

And now here he is, standing at Corrain's side as the tiny man paces around the holotable with the Alliance's latest reports, his long white hair tied back in a neat plait. He's rubbing at the base of his neck again, a habit Arcann has slowly noticed that occurs whenever he's particularly anxious about something. But before he can say anything, can ask any questions- Lana catches the offending hand in hers, pulling the slight Jedi to a halt, and plants a soft kiss on the nape of Corrain's neck.

"Relax, my sweet Jedi," she murmurs softly. Arcann turns away, feeling like he's intruded on something precious in spite of how they're standing in the command suite, in plain view of everyone. He's not the only one to do so either - he can see Eiri rolling his eyes pointedly, and the Togruta smuggler who's been such an impressively disruptive force for his supply lines, Kessin, also makes a face and looks away. It's not unusual for Lana or Theron to need to drag Corrain into a moment of calm, he's come to learn. Nor is it unusual for them to clearly display their affection for each other, with the odd side-effect of often quieting his brother's more passionate moments - as if he can only find peace within their presence.

But as Theron wanders over to help Lana corral their agitated Commander out of his nervous pacing, he can't help but wonder about the odd tic here - one that warrants simultaneous attention from both of his brother's partners. He bites his lip on the question, trying not to allow it to cross his tongue. The answer can come in due time, he's sure. When the memory of Valkorion's bitter ache on their pasts rings less clear.

And then Kessin clears their throat, absently flipping one of their lekku around their throat like a violet scarf.

"Oi, ex-tyrant, c'mere for a second," they call.

It stings - but he sighs heavily, turns away from where his brother is leaning into Lana's shoulder, a cold distance in those thunderstorm eyes, and follows them. He's led only a short distance away, just out of earshot of everyone clustered around the holotable - and then Kessin growls at him a little. Belatedly, he remembers that Togruta are carnivores.

"Okay, listen," they snap, but there's an unusual gravity to their voice and he can't help but straighten up somewhat at the tone. "You're about to ask about the reason why Cor's got both the Sith lady and spyboy on him right now, yeah? I can see you watching him when he paces like that."

Arcann doesn't have the heart to lie, so he nods once and then tucks his hands behind his back.

"Well...more precisely, I wanted to ask about the thing he's doing with his hands - where he rubs at the back of his neck," he confesses. "He...does it often, it seems, when he's anxious or stressed, and it's unusual. I wasn't about to ask NOW though, I'm not quite that foolish. Lana has already threatened my life at least four times."

Kessin appears only slightly appeased by that, and they lean back against the stone wall with an eye roll. They're taller than him, Arcann notices idly, though that's mostly due to their arcing montrals.

"Tactful choice," they comment lightly. Then they're quiet for a minute before their expression softens marginally. "Look. You're one of the few people in the galaxy I hate as much as Sith, but Cor's decided you're worth the effort somehow, and he's right about ninety percent of the time. So lemme give you some advice. If you ask about the neck tic - have a few bottles of alcohol with you, and put Lana or Theron on standby. I was there for part of uh...his particular incident. It's a hell of a story, and he's still shattered by it, in a lot of ways."

Arcann stares, a little flabbergasted.

"You- aren't trying to warn me away?" He asks, stunned. Kessin's expression hardens again.

"...no. Not when...well. This involves your father. His father. Ugh. The karking piece of shit Sith Emperor. You already know the little Commander hates your dad. This is related to why."

Arcann can feel his blood boil at the mention of Valkorion's other incarnation - and suddenly the way Lana and Theron are tag-teaming his younger- older?- brother into a semblance of calm makes far more sense.

"Then thank you for your guidance, Captain Meyka," he says, tone low. "I'm grateful."

They snort, but there's no bite in it.

"It's not for you, jackass."

He manages to catch Corrain alone later that evening, after carefully approaching Lana - suicidal, probably, but she'd just raised an eyebrow at him and nodded curtly, then shot off to find Theron - and the location is ideal. Arcann almost wonders if either the Sith lord or former Republic spy that his brother loves so much had suggested the young commander come out here.

The Odessen wilds are beautiful, after all. Calming but cold, steady but melancholic- a strange, delicate tightrope between pain and peace. And Corrain sits calmly in the grass, meditating. Arcann can feel him in the Force, like the warmth of a summer thunderstorm, clean ozone and soft rain and muggy heat, and dangerous potential. Storms can build, he knows - and Corrain feels like he's been waiting for the sky to break for years.

"You, uh...noticed my little habit, did you?" Corrain asks as he approaches. Arcann reaches for him without speaking, brushing the edge of his awareness against his brother's as carefully as he can, hesitantly projecting both worry and curiosity and the ache that wishes he knew this new sibling better- and Corrain turns to look at him and smiles wryly.

"I'm not going to break anytime soon, Arcann, you don't have to just tap me like that," he says- and then he sees the bag in Arcann's hand, a bottle of Alderaanian wine and a couple cups peeking out- and he laughs. There's a rueful twist to it.

"I was...warned this may help make the conversation smoother," Arcann explains with a sheepish frown, and pauses next to a patch of grass next to the Jedi. "Ah, may I-"

"Sit your ass down," Corrain laughs again, and there's no bitterness in the sound anymore. Arcann does as invited. "And alright, I might crack a bit. Who told you to bring wine?"

Arcann hesitates, then shrugs.

"Captain Meyka."

Corrain groans, a little exasperated, but fond.

"Classic Kess," he sighs. "Alright then. Ask."

Arcann pauses, regarding Corrain for a long moment. This close, his relation to Valkorion is distinct, but not obvious - there's a similarity in their faces that eludes definition- and then of course, there are those stormy grey-blue eyes. Valkorion had that eye color, once.

Corrain just watches him, white eyebrows hiding behind his bangs.

"My original question was going to be to ask why you rubbed at your neck when you were anxious...but I was informed it was related to our father, so-"

He doesn't miss the way Corrain's entire expression curls into a snarl at the mention of Valkorion, nor the way his thunderstorm aura crackles into static electricity and howling anger, a cyclone of hatred forming in the blink of an eye- and Arcann can almost taste the satisfaction of his own answering fury on his tongue. After all - it was this hate, it's intensity and passion which had convinced him to join his younger brother.

"...Darth Vitiate held me captive for almost two years," Corrain says finally, and reaches for the collar of his shirt, tugging it open and pushing the fabric down to bare the upper part of his back and neck. And Arcann freezes at the sight of raised, ropy scars striping over pale skin, at the jagged lines of stark white cut into the nape of the Jedi's neck. There's so many, he realizes. And some are layered over each other, as if to rip open old injuries for added pain.

When he lifts his head to meet his brother's gaze again, he can swear those grey eyes flash acid gold.

"He implanted a shock collar." The quiet voice is like ice. "Wired it directly into my spinal column while I was awake to feel the agony. Used it to punish me when I wouldn't kill for him, then forced me to kill anyway."

Ah. Arcann's expression sours, like a flame forced to smolder, and Corrain grins in answer. It's not a nice smile- there's a feral bloodlust in it, and the promise of vengeance. Arcann knows from his knowledge of the Jedi that it's not something they'd encourage. But it's what convinced him to follow - the genuine pain, the rage, the kinship it creates between them. The sure knowledge that this young storm - his brother, his younger sibling, found in the worst of ways - is his best chance at truly seeing Valkorion fall.

And yet- he can't shake the guilt, the sorrow for what he's done. For the suffering that must be having their father's spirit rattling around inside Corrain's subconscious. There's too much of Thexan's strength of heart in Corrain to see it lost to Tyth's fire and Izax's desolation.

So he reaches out, steadier this time, and lets his youngest sibling feel the weight of his promise.

"I will see his hold on you broken, little brother," Arcann swears, and it tastes a little like hope. "I will see you free again."

And Corrain softens back into kindness and summer rain and the smell of the earth after a nourishing rainstorm, and his smile turns true.

"And I, you, Arcann. And I, you."

#corrain gealai #corrain #arcann #arcann tirall #swtor #swtor jedi knight #jedi knight oc #trauma prompt #this went a little out of control!#anyway have sibling bonding time #kessin meyka #kessin #surprise smuggler oc cameo #yay! thank you for the prompt #elibean tag!

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puppyluver256 · 1 year

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[Image Description: A woman resembling the Pokemon Mismagius, sitting on a blue wall in front of three surprised-looking marble statues of men resembling Raichu, Lucario, and Umbreon. The woman has light skin, short purple and pink hair, and red eyes with yellow sclera. She is wearing a long-sleeved violet dress, a long purple vest with pink accents, a purple witch's hat with pink accents, and a pink belt with three red jewels attached. She has one arm over her lap and the other is motioning toward the statues. The left one (Raichu) is yellow marble and has short fluffy hair. It is wearing a short-sleeved jacket, a t-shirt and pants, gloves, and a pendant made from a green Thunder Stone. The center one (Lucario) is blue marble and has shoulder-length hair. It is wearing a jacket, choker collar, t-shirt, pants, and a silver spike pendant. The right one (Umbreon) is black marble and has short hair. It is wearing a collared dress shirt, a vest, slacks, and a red and gold tie clip. The background is a room with green walls and a purple carpeted floor. There is a large window displaying a dazzling starry night sky, and there is a red curtain draped over its left side. End ID.]

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Oh, what's this? It looks like Renee has become a Mismagius and has taken advantage of her newfound power in a rather interesting way! She seems to have found some attractive-looking gentlemen and has invited them to stay with her in this bizarre mansion with her...permanently! I'm sure they're totally cool with it, the expressions and poses they've taken on for an indefinite period of time are probably just for show! And she seems to be beckoning to you as well, question is whether she's offering you to admire her collection--I mean guests--or if she's offering you to join with them...guy or gal, she's cool with either one as well as anything outside of that tbh. Unfortunately for her little momentary fantasy, before any more "guests" can arrive, she wakes up from the very odd dream she was having. And for a good few hours after, she can't help but wonder how he would look frozen in marble too...

So yeah, this isn't canon, just a fun lil thing I thought I'd do hehe. Honestly, iirc the only ones in this pic that actually meet in my canon Pokejinka storyline at present are Spark and Lunes, because I have Verdantia (my Leaf Green team) standing in for the Red encounter in the HGSS portion of the story. That and Renee doesn't evolve into Mismagius until after the Colosseum story segment, for obvious it's-gen-3-so-Mismagius-doesn't-exist-yet reasons, same as why my XD Mawile is pure steel instead of steel/fairy. ...there really is no significance to who got statue'd here, they were chosen via rng with my only rerolls being to make sure they were from different 'jinka teams, though it is kinda funny (in a good way) that 2/3 of them are trans men when Renee's eventual canon love interest is also a trans man. Renee abso-lutely says trans rights >:3

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Mismagius, Raichu, Lucario, Umbreon, and other Pokemon concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Renee Houston (any form), Spark Carlisle, Ruka Auron, Bebe "Lunes" Voss, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

#pokemon #pokejinka #mismagius #renee (misdreavus)#raichu #spark (raichu)#lucario #ruka (lucario)#umbreon #lunes (umbreon)#jess drew the thing #sfw #image description #petrification #ask to tag further

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vahalia-cress-ffxiv · 2 years

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New Beginnings

The walks home always took a little longer than usual, some nights after Valeria had fallen asleep Vahalia had taken moments of reprieve for solitary walks just outside the apartment, nighttime strolls as she swam through various underlying thoughts. Worries were something she would never admit to, let alone herself; but she did have them — a simple curse of mortality.

She had never worried before, not until her sister had returned – there was little else for her to worry about. Her well-being? It was evident to anyone that knew her that Vahalia had her own little set of rules and lack thereof when it came to herself.

At some point, she would have to have hard conversations with her sister, not that either one of them wished for them, but an eventuality neither could escape.

She closed the door behind her as she walked into her abode and dropped her bag at the chair nearby followed by her boots, “Valeria?” she called out to her sister, meandering past the large bookshelf that separated the living room from the foyer aside from the large fireplace. The witch-woman’s lacquered nails drew along the stone fireplace and she entered the opening of the main room.

Valeria had been sitting on the floor, using the furniture for support as she had a few of her own items laid out on the floor; her bag that Voss dropped off not too long ago was within reach as she was quite deep in reading. The book had been rather worn ,out, a few torn corners and held a rather old scent mixed with sea air. Beside her, lay a vial, half empty with a violet mixture inside.

She stopped reading the moment she heard her sister’s voice and offered a smile, “Over here.” She placed her bookmarker inside her book, closed it and placed the book with her bag. “Sorry I was reading. I’m sorry for the mess, I was just trying to find something and then when I saw my book I got distracted.” Valeria started to put a few things away – a few little trinkets from her time with Voss and when she was away, a crescent moon figure that was carved out of wood, and the various things including a few empty vials; all being tucked away for safe measure.

Vahalia had taken in the clutter but didn’t seem to mind. If anything the woman was quite patient despite the rage she was known to exude towards those that knew her well. Her tongue slipped out to moisten her dry lips and pausing at the corner of them, her attention suddenly whirling back to Valeria who sat on the floor. Finally, she afforded her kin a small smile, “The place could use some charm and use. Twelve know I’m not here nearly enough to do both.”

“How was work, they aren’t working you too hard I hope?” Valeria returned the smile before putting even the half-empty vial away, binding the cork closed with a thin piece of twine for good measure.

“Busy as per the norm,” Vahalia replied.

She was ever observant and took note of all the trinkets, baubles, books, and vials Valeria kept at her person and within her own belongings. She knew how such things worked though not being her business to comment on. Perhaps not now – too soon.

“You missed it, Voss was present, but I did not ask him in. I’d forgotten some of my belongings and he brought them back to me. He told me I should try to get him on your good side.” She chuckled, “Though I don’t think that is going to happen.”

“How...kind of him.” Vahalia seethed out quietly and as kindly as she possibly could if only to respect her sister’s connection to the man. Vahalia unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off to drape it over the side of the chair. She looked as relaxed as she was going to get at the current moment with her in her blouse, even going that extra malm to unpin her hair, “I’m not sure what getting on my good side serves him. I have nothing to offer him and nor him I.” There had been a prolonged pause and Vahalia loosed a soft hum, “He is your friend, I respect that. I won’t judge you for the company you sought to keep when I could not be present. It’s part of your past and your present.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like someone being mad at him. I am not sure. Strange man.”

Vahalia seemed to understand – for the most part, even giving a small nod. She was capable of setting aside squabbles for the time being until pressed to consider alternative methods to deal with people.

“He is.. I don’t think I have a friend, I want to say an associate. Though he has been helpful.”

“Have you been well, settling in?” Vahalia paused after her question and sat on a nearby chair, and motioning to Valeria only to pose another, “Are you feeling okay here?”

Valeria sighed, “I am adjusting. I feel safer here than any place I've been to. Almost like being home; until....” She reached for her neck and drew her fingers at the blank space, a space that had remained as such for many years. A forlorn and long look graced her expression as though the older Cress sibling had been contemplating – and finally she spoke again, “I went through your things. Well not through them, I was looking around the things you collected. Photos, books… I just wanted to see if you changed and it was wrong of me to go through your things… I found a box with my old necklace..”

Tears started to form at the corners of Valeria’s eyes, “I thought I lost it.. I never wore another necklace in its place but it – ” She looked at her sister and tears threatened to spill, “Everything came back.. That night and what had happened and I got so overwhelmed I left for air and that is when I bumped into Voss.”

Valeria’s shaky hand reached for the half-empty vial she had tucked away not long prio. She brought it to her face, opened it and drank the rest of the liquid feeling the warmth travel down to the pit of her stomach. A small sigh of relief washed through her knowing the comfort it would bring her within mere minutes “It only ever happens when I sleep. Nightmares about that day and so I tried everything I could to get rid of that night. When I saw the necklace it just all came back to me, it made me that much more real. It brings me joy that you have it. I just wish some of the memories with it were gone. Mostly that night… Do you look at me differently – For being so weak?”

Quietly Vahalia watched her sister as she absorbed the slew of information, "It has been a little over four years since you and I have seen one another, Val. I don't think I know you enough to know if you're weak. And even if you are why would it matter? I know you and your kindness, I know our childhood and you've never come off as a weak individual to me before. Why would you think yourself possibly weak?"

A sigh escaped Valeria’s lips as she regarded Vahalia once more “Because it is how I see myself. Ever since that day I’ve been haunted by it. The ‘what if’ and possibilities of being dead. I tried everything to just forget it. To move on and at times I found something but it was a temporary fix.” She motioned to the – now – empty vial, “It doesn’t do the trick but it calms me down; which is better than nothing. It makes me wonder how others would see me.. Relying on something to help blur out a part of my life.”

Vahalia’s reaction was as one might have imagined, she remained silent, listening and her honeyed eyes looked to the vial Valeria has sought to indicate. She didn’t seem shocked or surprised, she didn’t even look to have a sliver of disgust slashed upon her features – she simply looked back to Valeria allowing her to continue sharing her thoughts.

It was here that Valeria forced a smile, “I was ashamed to tell you but then what happens if we are sleeping and I have one of those nightmares or something triggers it like seeing my necklace.” She touched her neck once more, “I’ve missed it so much and now when I see it.. It's just –” She sighed feeling defeated, “-- maybe there is a way to get rid of it.. Just that memory so that I don’t have to live a life of fear.”

“Your extracurricular activities aren’t something I’m about to harp on you for. I do them myself, I make them. There is…” Vahalia paused a moment and considered her words wisely and she ticked her gaze to the side. The candles nearby seemed to be a decent focus, “-- a lot has changed and I’m not the same person that you may remember. I do things to people Valeria, things that one might not agree with. I’m sure there is nothing in all of Eorzea that can shock me anymore. I’ve grown quite numb to the whole slew of disappointments this star has to offer.” it was as if though she had to give some small disclaimer, it was only a matter of time – undoubtedly – that Valeria would find things out on her own, “But hey, you’re always safe with me. Besides…” she gazed back to her kin, “There is nothing left to fear. No one can hurt you anymore. Our Father can no longer hurt you, and perhaps someday you might want to wear your necklace again, you know where it is if and when that time comes.”

Valeria was silent for a moment, debating on what to say. A soft sigh escaped her lips, “There will always be a part of you that is still the same. A part of you that I remember.” She smiled, shifting her eyes directly towards Vahalia, “You do what you must, at least that is something that we share in common. It may not be approved in the eyes of others but I understand. I would never judge you because of your choices, they got you to where you are. Because of those choices, look where we are.” She smiled as her hand touched her neck, “I do miss it, maybe in due time. It would be nice to not feel so bare.. Other necklaces just never felt the same. Safe, I have to say since being here, that is something that I felt for the first time, safe.”

A small smile presented itself to Vahalia’s cheek and she gave a small shake of her head, “If you would rather I can get you a new one remade or perhaps you’d rather mine instead?” She reached a hand up to touch at the choker that hung from her throat, “Something to consider at some point if you wish.”

Valeria stood and dusted her backside off of any dirt that might have lingered, “But what about Ricard, do you think he is someone that could be trusted?”

“Ricard?” Vahalia spoke, the name like acid on her tongue and what smile she held slowly ghosted away, “Ricard is someone you should build your own experiences with. A gentleman at times, prideful and gentle in some ways. He would never harm you but as for trust? I don’t think it is fair of me to tell you he isn't based on my own experiences with him. He messed up with me, something I don’t suspect we can come back from due to the damage that seemed to lay in wake after your return and the steps taken. We aren’t on common ground currently.” Vahalia’s lip twitched and she looked up to her sister, “I intend on rebuilding our family again, Val. I’ve been putting a lot of consideration into it all and since it is no longer just me with the name, I have you to consider in all of this. I’m not alone anymore. I was thinking…I could get the work fleshed out and we can get back to basics. I can start looking into more work and political scenes to see where we might be able to make our mark again. Do better than our Father when it comes to the Cress name; make the rules. Make it something worth it's salt.”

Vahalia shifted in the chair, “We can make a mark. I have all the savings from after the death of father, I sold all his holdings. We can do something new with it.”

The other didn’t say anything at first, maybe because she was processing exactly what her sister just said. “And you are certain this is what you want to do? What if somewhere down the line someone wants our heads?” Call it a precaution and since someone within their family – their father – had tried to get Valeria killed, paranoia was a familiar feeling for her. She took a deep breath in and waved her hand, “Wait never mind about the question.”

“We should do it.. I mean I am sure you have better bodyguards so if someone does try to harm us they won’t be successful.” And then she mumbled but a bit louder than what she wanted to, “Maybe I should just take lessons on self-defense…”

Vahalia smirked and she reached out to draw the edge of her nail under Valeria’s jaw and chin, “Fear not. Those who come for us will pay the price with their blood. You need to not worry of the ‘what ifs’. Leave those to me and well…we can take steps to ensure safety. I can speak with Hakan if you wish, I’m sure he might be able to suggest something as well since he and I already have an arrangement between us involving Carrera. Another conversation for another time.”

“Do you know where to start?” “Well, I would need to go through the documents left behind after Father’s death and see what I can lay claim to beyond what I already have. Since it was just me after his death the estate and funds were both left in my name I suspect I have the right to allocate them as needed. I would like to consider something on the side, something we can lean on in the future if need be, company-wise. If I can swing it I might be able to get Isenhart and Wolff on board with agreeing to my services. Since trade is a necessary thing these days and in high demand, I’ve been tossing around the idea of trade ships.”

Valeria looked at her sister, “Okay I trust you.” She smiled before pulling away still keeping her focus on her, “A lot of names. I assume I will be meeting these people in due time, hmm?” She seemed pretty excited to meet new people.

“More or less. They tend to hang out a lot at the bar in the company, all if not most work with the Ashen Wolves so you’ll meet them soon enough.”

“Trade ships seem like a good idea. Don’t worry I won’t ask about Voss.” She chuckled, “Would this be our own trading company?” “Trade, especially now these days is vital and people will pay big money for their goods to be transported with care and security from one location to another. It of course could, or would make us a flying or sailing target for pirates. All things we would have to consider of course. But I could always just have our ships bring our own wares abroad. And yes I said ships. I don’t have any yet but that isn’t to say I cannot buy one or two.”

“This all sounds like a good idea. Would be nice really. Good things could come from this.. We can live how we used to just not the corrupted way. What would you have me do? Surely I can start pulling my weight, yes?”

‘Not the corrupted way.’

A string of words Vahalia didn’t expect to be spoken let alone the surprise in which it held her tongue for a brief moment and Vahalia finally smiled – a ghosted smirk – and her head tilted, “Right now I just need you to work on meeting new people, get familiar with the area and worry about getting yourself feeling better. We’ll have plenty falling into our lap in no time at all.”

A relaxed look was on Valeria’s face for a change, “I am certain I can do that then. Maybe tomorrow I can hang around the company and see the faces that come in. Would be quite nice actually, I am sure they will talk more than what Captain Voss did. Though for now I am sure you want to rest after the day you had. Maybe a nice bath will do some good and then we can continue to make up for lost time over more tarts?” Valeria even clapped her hands excitedly at her own mention of tarts.

A low hum loosed from Vahalia as she stood up, “I cannot say no to a good bath and some rest. A glass of wine wouldn’t go astray either. Well…” she went to head off but stopped a little short of where Valeria was, “Chin up, you’re a Cress. I know that it brings some painful memories sometimes but just know, the name is what we make of it now.” she stared at her kin, a sliver of herself looking right back at her and Vahalia afforded her sister with a grin, “Also, know he nearly begged for his life when I found him. No one will touch you again, not without your say-so.” she added; so easily the admittance of their Father’s death escaped her. The dark-haired woman made for the stairs and climbed them up into the lavish loft where the sound of the faucets turning and the water flowing filled the space above in the apartment.

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