#yes terra is wearing shorts

[nebulousbren]

Just playing some cards after a day of training 😊

#kingdom hearts #artists on tumblr #birth by sleep #kh bbs #kh terra #kh ven #lethal frame #card games #kh com #i like to think this is why Castle Oblivion has a card system #head canon #yes terra is wearing shorts

[theblueflower05]

OH UR IN FOR IT NOW

thoughts: jake sully cockwarming human reader and she keeps squirming around to cum but he’s so much bigger that he can just hold her still while she whines and pouts

(also i know he’s so cocky and condescending with his dirty talk)

Oh oh oh. Fuck yes.

Listen. There is something so sexy about Avatar/Na’vi x Human smut. I don’t care. It’s going to get me going every time, I eat this shit UP.

@hinataashoyos kills this dynamic and if you want to read some absolutely delish Jake content- please give her blog a follow.

And I loveeeeee the idea of Jake and his little human fuck buddy.

Because like. You’re everything he’s attracted to- just his type. You’re petite with killer curves, a rack and ass to die for. The sweet florally perfume you wear makes him dizzy with want and the gloss you have perma swiped across your full lips sparkles in the fluorescent lights of the labs that you can usually be found in.

He eats girls like you up back on Earth. Even in his chair, he knew he was a panty dropper.

Smut under the cut

But you’re different. You’re sharp as a tack and come from a good family back on terra firme. Fancy college degrees under your belt, all paid for by mommy and daddy’s money. A social butterfly. Hell, he bets you’d been a sorority girl. Kappa Kappa Gamma, or some nonsense of that nature.

You’d never go for a disabled ex-military grunt like him- or so he’s convinced himself.

You work in close quarters with the rest of the Science lame brains, are close with Grace and Max.

Xeno-Cultural Anthropologist, he learns your title early one.

You’re here to help crack the code around the Navi- deeply fascinated by their rich culture. Diverse clans, and multilayered language. Besides Grace, you’re about the only RDA human let within 100 miles of Home Tree.

Your accolades and experience, at your young age, are stacked. All of these things should make you a stuck up priss-

And yet you’re not. Not at all.

The more he gets the know you, the worse his interest in you gets.

You’re funny, in a goofy way that doesn’t match your sharp vernacular. Your frequent jokes are vulgar and down right dumb.

And helpful, you never make him feel stupid the way the others do. You’re more then happy to sit down with him after a long day of him being linked out in the Jungle- you’re just about the only reason why he’s finally starting to grasp the language.

And so so sweet. You don’t make him feel useless or infantiled in his chair; you treat him like the capable grown man he is- but make him meals like you do all for all your friends. Help him with his laundry. Bring him electrolyte drinks when he’s half asleep doing his video logs.

A couple months in, and Jakes interest has spawned into a full fledged crush.

When Grace swoops him away fro Quaritch and his influence- you go with. All the way up into the Hallelujah Mountains.

The extra close quarters and isolation just makes it worse.

The pajamas you wear to bed aren’t skimpy or sexy in nature- but damn do you look good in the small shorts and obscure band tee that falls to your knees.

He nearly loses his shit when you bend over one morning, your wide ass on display. The tiny sleep shorts do nothing to cover the plush cheeks and he’s never wanted to dig his teeth into something more.

You act like you didn’t see him discreetly hide his blushing face in his cup of coffee.

The same way that he acts like he doesn’t see you ogling him in Avatar form. You all but drool over the smooth blue skin and endless muscles.

He wonders if that’s the only way you’ll have him, in a body that’s not his.

It had all come to a head pretty soon after that.

At the core of it; the two of you are travelers, stuck on a foreign planet. All it takes is a particularly lonely night; one where some how the two of you had gotten a moment alone, for all of the emotion to bubble up.

You’d ended up in Jakes lap, in his chair. Grinding down onto him, your tongue down his throat as he wrapped his strong tattooed arms around you.

Safe to say you want Jake Sully however you can get him.

It’s a free for all after that and Grace straight up has to tell you guys to cool it down after stumbling upon you and Jake, him in his Avatar form, in the trees just behind the bunkers. His head had been buried between your naked thighs- your face blushing behind your Exo Mask. Grace had not been impressed.

“Between you two and Norm and Trudy, it’s like I’m living in a fucking frat house. Cut it out, before I citation all of you for interpersonal relationships. I swear, we’re supposed to be grown ups here, guys- ever heard of workplace discretion!”

Graces threats are empty, but Jake knows you respect her enough to take em to heart.

So it turns into a game of sorts.

The two of you try to get each other off as often as possible. As fast as possible. As hidden as possible.

All the sneaking around makes him feel like a teenager, alive and exhilarated when he’s in both of his bodies.

But he hates the quickies. He wants the time to worship your body thoroughly.

He jumps at the chance- when Norm rides along with Trudy to take Grace back to Hell’s Gate. She’s a higher up, after all. She has mountain’s of paperwork and reports she needs to do. That’s fine.

That means he gets to be alone with you.

He savors the night. The trailers are a tight fit for his Avatar body, but he pushes the bunk beds to an opposite wall and the two of you make a nest of sorts on the cold metal floor. All the pillows and blankets you can find to cushion yourselves.

You lie next to each other, facing one and other- as you explore each other with slow groping touches in the low light. Only the computer screens left on to illuminate the space.

It’s like neither of you can get enough.

His large calloused hands run along your curves- all that soft supple skin. Your plush breasts and doughy thighs and ass. You feel so good- you truly might be the only soft thing on the rugged planet of Pandora.

Your petite hands are eager too. You trace his arms, his broad shoulders, his tapered waist. Your wide eyes follow the path of your fingers.

“Holy shit, Jake. You’re built like a brick shit house- where did all this muscle come from?”

He chuckles at the awe in your tone. “Trainings been intense- Neytiris been riding my ass lately. I’m up before the sun rises in those trees”

“Remind me to thank her next time I see her” you mutter distractedly as you squeeze at his defined bicep.

It’s insanely good, but then again it always is.

Jake tastes your spit, and you hard little nipples and your dripping cunt. Feasting himself on your skin slowly.

The more orgasms he can wring out of you- the easier it will be for you to take his cock. He needs your body as loose as he can get it.

After what feels like hours getting fucked with his huge fingers, and rough textured tongue, you’re begging for him.

You can take it. You want to be full of him, you whine the words with big teary eyes that you know he can’t refuse.

He fucks into you slow- watching as you take him. Your pussy always looks like she’s going to break. Stretched to it’s limits, lips puffy and enflamed as his cock sinks in. The contrast of his indigo skin and your human flush is fucking hypnotic.

This isn’t the first time he’s fucked you in this body and it won’t be the last.

Every round seems to be better then the last- louder. Wetter. More passionate. You’re full of so much cum, there’s no way that your tiny womb could hold it even if it tried.

Na’vi libidos are something else.

He has stamina that he didn’t even know existed. After round three you’re out, all but asleep in his arms. Limp and ragdoll like in his oversized arms.

“You can keep going” your voice is paper thin and far away. Jakes not sure how you’re even coherent at this point.

He takes you into his lap, gently, but keeping you stuffed full to the brim with his cock.

You whimper and bury your messy face in his huge sweaty chest.

“I just need one more” Jake reassures you, petting your hair, stroking down your back. His hands are large and soothing, it’s so easy for him to touch all of you at once. “You don’t even have to move all that much, baby. Just let me come one more time, yeah?”

You nod, and really it’s just your head lulling in his clavicle. You’d lost the ability to control your muscles hours ago. “Yeah, mhmm”

Jake doesn’t even need to bounce you. Just having your pussy wrapped around him, tighter then anything he’s ever felt, is enough.

You sit on his lap, his cum flowing out of you. Down your thighs. Onto his own groin. And warm his cock.

It’s erotic and intimate and as he holds you close he thinks about Neytiris words. Tsaheylu- the sacred bond. He’s felt it with direhorse- and his ikran. A part of him wishes that he could feel it with you.

When he empties the last of his milky, iridescent cum inside of you and you pull back from his chest enough to give him a small smile, he thinks that no.

This is enough.

I LOVE YOU JAKE MOTHER FUCKING SULLY UGHHHHHHHHH. I swear he fucking remixed the game in the first Avatar. I will never ever ever get over him.

#Jake Sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #Jake Sully x reader smut

[koshercosplay]

hey. Any good easy to be tznuis Purim costume ideas? Love your blog.

YES I have many, you have come to the right place anon <3

kuzco from the emperor's new groove is a good one, in that it's totally tznius without changing anything and is also INSTANTLY recognizable (and fun)

terra from teen titans (besides being one of the characters of all time) is a good one that's pretty simple to adjust to being tznius. I don't feel comfortable in crop tops so I just,,, didn't wear one when I cosplayed her. slap on a flairy yellow skirt and you're good to go!

princess leia! jewish icon! I cosplayed her to the renfaire a bunch of years ago and it was a blast

I cosplayed her with shorts, but luz noceda from the owl house would be pretty easy, wear a long sleeve shirt and a denim skirt instead!

some other ideas:

cruella deville is super easy, wear a black dress with a higher neckline!

I've thought for YEARS that the thirteenth doctor's look would be a super simple tznius cosplay with a long swishy skirt since her pants are already so wide

hope some of these ideas help you anon! I currently do wear pants but I remember how difficult (and often annoying) it was to find good, recognizable, and fun cosplays that were still tznius.

happy cosplaying! ❤️

#asks #long post #tznius #judaism #cosplay #kosher cosplay #my cosplay #purim #omg thats right purim is coming up so soon ahhhhhhh

[avatarmerida]

This is inspired by a tweet I say awhile ago that I can’t find anymore (but when I do I will link it here) with the idea of Darius brining in Willow as Hunter’s personal trainer. It’s just goofy and cute I think.

“Based on the less than satisfactory results of your last mission, I’ve made the executive decision to get you a personal trainer,” said Darius with a smirk as he walked the young boy out to the training area. Hunter was less than thrilled about the idea and made no effort to hide it.

“Seriously?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “I’m hardly the coven head who needs a personal trainer! When’s the last time Terra did laps? I’m positive that any trainer you could find would just slow me down.”

“I think I’d meet the trainer before speaking so harshly, little prince,” said Darius. “You may find that they do in fact have a few things to teach you.”

“I highly doubt that,” he continued, rolling his eyes. “Honestly, this whole idea is a waste of time and a load of-.”

“Hi Hunter!” Came a bubbly, bright, and familiar voice. Hunter’s blood froze as his cheeks reddened, thinking her an illusion at first.

“C-Captain!” He croaked, both delighted and mortified. Had he known it was her he would’ve been on time and he would’ve made more of an effort with his appearance. “H-hey! Hi! How are you?”

She giggled. “I’m great,” she said with a smile, using a vine to slide closer to him. “You ready for some training?”

“Yeah! Totally! Haha.” He responded nervously. “I’d do anything with you! For you! Uh, I mean, yes I am ready for training.”

“Smooth,” said Darius and Hunter shot him a glare over his shoulder. Willow didn’t seem to notice.

“So uh, I didn’t know that you were uh… coming today,” started Hunter, not knowing how to say what he meant. “I mean, I-I’m happy to see you! Again! I just uh…”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you,” said Willow with a smile. “It was kind of last minute and Darius wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Oh he did, did he?” Hunter said between clenched teeth. He wondered what kind of ‘surprise’ Darius intended it to be. It would explain why he kept asking about her with a knowing smirk lately.

“Have fun, you two,” Darius said with a wave as he disappeared around the corner. “You can thank me later, little prince.”

“Okay! Haha! Byeeee!” said Hunter forcefully before turning back to Willow, hoping she could tell he was genuinely delighted to see her, despite the ambush of it all. She was wearing a yellow tank top with striped green shorts, and Hunter wondered if she had come prepared or if she had been interrupted by Darius’ request. Surely she was being compensated for her time, there was no way she’d be willing to give up a whole afternoon to help him. He had told her about the castle’s training facility and the equipment, maybe she just wanted to see it for herself. For some reason he couldn’t allow himself to believe she’d come all this way because she liked the idea of spending time with him.

“Where’s Flapjack?” she asked, interrupting his mental spiral. He didn’t realize he had been staring.

“Oh, uh…” Hunter quickly looked around before stepping closer to her to whisper. “I’m uh technically not supposed to have a palisman so he’s taking a nap in my room.”

“Oh, gotcha,” she whispered back. Clover flew onto her shoulder and buzzed something into her ear. “Yeah, good idea,” she said to the little bee. “You go find him and you two can play, so long as you stay out of sight, got it?” Clover gave a little nod before flying away.

“Looks like it’s just you and me,” said Willow softly and Hunter knew his face envied the grass beneath their feet. It was odd seeing Willow here, she seemed so out of place yet she brought a warmth the castle needed that made him wish she’d stay forever.

“Yeah,” he said, unable to stop his smile. “Looks like it is.”

“Okay, so how do you normally warm up?” she asked as she stretched her arms.

“Oh, I’m always warmed up,” he said quickly. “You never know when an attack might come so I make sure I’m always, ya know, ready to go.”

“I figured as much,” she giggled. “Well then, do you mind helping me catch up?”

He smiled. “Lead the way, captain.”

“All right then,” grinned Willow, grabbing her ankle to stretch out her legs. “Let’s see if you can keep up, golden boy.”

She took off and Hunter knew that realistically they should be doing more of a jog, something to keep a steady pace and regulate their heart rate but Willow ran free as though challenging him to catch her. He didn’t know why he thought of catching her not beating her but he started running nevertheless. Willow turned around, delighted to see him running after her as the two soon ran side by side. Usually Hunter didn’t find running enjoyable, but Willow had a habit of changing his perspective fairly easily.

He was so focused on the endorphins, he didn’t notice Willow slyly glance at him from the corner of her eye. She was grateful he didn’t see, so he wouldn’t suspect it was because she thought the way he scrunched his face as he ran was terribly cute.

After a few laps around the area, the two were ready for Willow’s lesson plan.

“Alright, so what did you wanna work on first?” Willow asked brightly, looking around the outdoor gym and the wide array of tools at their disposal. There were weights, weapons, obstacle courses; only the best for the Isles’ best. It was like being in a candy store.

“Oh, uh ya know whatever you wanna do,” Hunter responded, attempting to be nonchalant. “I-I’m totally chill, totally like not even like… ya know just whatever you think I’m sure uh…”

“Well, Darius mentioned you were having trouble with one on one stuff,” offered Willow, cutting off his rambing despite finding it endearing.

“Well I normally use my teleporting, so I-,” before Hunter could finish, Willow took the staff from him.

“But what if you couldn’t?” Willow said mischievously.

Hunter smirked and went to take his staff back but Willow whisked it out of reach at the last second. “Okay,” he said, her mischievousness spreading as she twirled his property behind her back. “Worried I’m too quick for you captain?”

“Mhmm, not exactly,” she chuckled. “But my dads were telling me about drills they used to do for flyer derby. See, using magic is great but sometimes when you’re in triple overtime you start feeling drained and your magic can get sloppy or weak.”

“Yeah, but mine is artificial so I don’t have to worry about that,” he countered.

“You do when you’re unarmed,” she said, swiftly bringing the staff out from behind her back and sweeping him off his feet with it. He didn’t land on the hard ground, as she had a large soft flower ready to catch him.

“Fair enough,” he said from the comfort of his personal flower. “But is playing keep away really part of your curriculum?”

“I know it seems a little silly,” she said as she walked around him. “But that’s what flyer derby is, the winner isn’t always the one who delivers the hardest blow, it’s usually the one with the most endurance.”

“Hmm, yeah I get it,” he said. Hunter had become accustomed to dodging blows and only striking when necessary, and a part of him lit up at the thought of getting to impress Willow by executing her vision perfectly. “Sounds like a good plan Captain, but then shouldn’t I have something to defend too? I mean, if my objective is to retrieve my staff and your only objective is to keep it from me, in a battle you’d simply need to find a way to escape to win. Doesn’t seem like a believable scenario for you to fight me without cause of your own.”

“Hmm, okay far enough,” she said, seeing his point. “I don’t know if I have anything with me to try and- oh! What about my glasses?”

“Your glasses?” said Hunter, as he finally stood up. “But you need them to see.”

“And they get knocked off all the time in practice,” she said. “I cast a protection spell on them before each practice so I'm not worried about them breaking but when they fall off they slow me down and other teams try to do it on purpose if the match is close enough. It would be a good challenge to try and heighten my other senses.”

“You want me to take your glasses?”

“They won’t break,” she assured him as she removed them, shaking her head as she did. The motion made Hunter’s heart flip a little bit, the way she subconsciously flipped her hair. He liked her glasses, he viewed them as frames like her eyes were watercolors on display. But without them he could see her eyes even clearer and even better she wasn’t able to see him stare.

“Here,” she said, squinting as she handed them to him. “You can put them on the front of your shirt, it’ll be just like in derby practice.”

He held up her glasses to see how they altered the scenery. “Oh wow, you really can’t see anything, huh?”

“Oh stop,” Willow teased back. “As if you can see any better in that mask of yours.”

“Excuse you, I can see just fine,”

“Suuure you can,” scoffed Willow, walking over to the bench to pick it up. She observed it for a moment, somewhat taken back by how it wasn’t as shiny up close. She didn’t think too much about the dents and scratches she could tell he had attempted to buff out as she placed it on her face, trying to line up her eyes. “Oh wow, you really can’t see anything in this.”

“What? Yes I can,” laughed Hunter at her dramatics. “You just can’t see anything because you took off your glasses.”

“Even so, the eye thing is so small,” she continued as she continued to turn to try and make out her surroundings. “Plus it’s so echoey, how can you hear anything in this? Is that why you do the voice?”

“‘The voice?’ What voice?”

“Ya know, your serious voice,” she said as though it was totally obvious. “When you’re all ‘here’s how things are gonna work, I’m the Golden Guard, bow down to me har har har.’”

“‘Har har har?’” Hunter repeated, unimpressed as he crossed his arms. “When have I ever said that?”

“Well, I dunno you don’t do the voice to me,” admitted Willow. “It’s mostly an impression of Luz’s impression of you.”

He couldn’t say he was totally clueless to what she meant, the mask gave him the opportunity to be taken seriously. But he liked that Willow knew a different side of him, that she could see through his act. Had anybody else done an impression of him, it would be to try and make him feel small or less than but when she did it, it was funny. Because he knew that she knew he was so much more, that the mask truly was just something on the surface.

He couldn’t help but smile as she went on to create her own character with his mask, inventing her own version of the voice and her own crime fighting backstory. She was silly, and he wasn’t used to having silliness in his life. She was genuine and kind and strong and pretty and… Titan, when he started thinking about all the things she was, it was like he couldn’t stop. He had never had someone in his life like her and he was convinced it was because there was no one out there quite like Willow Park. But he didn’t think too much into his overthinking, he assumed everyone felt this way about her.

Right now he was trying not to focus on the fact that her lips were touching where his normally did and how it didn’t seem to bother her. He knew he’d think about it every time he wore the mask from now on.

“Anyway,” Willow wrapped up her impromptu performance, realizing she had gotten carried away. “We should probably get started, huh?”

Hunter didn’t realize he had been staring and had to shake himself out of his daze to answer her. “Oh, yeah! Sure, o-of course.”

“Okay then,” Willow smiled, handing him his mask back. “Derby rules: first one to get their item back wins.”

“Alright,” agreed Hunter, making sure her glasses were secure hanging from his shirt. “So since you have my staff, I’m guessing no magic then?”

“Weeell, I mean I still have my magic,” Willow teased and even without her glasses she could tell Hunter was lovingly rolling his eyes. “Fine, no magic. Just good old fashioned hand to hand combat, for now at least.” She gave him a wink.

“Fine,” said Hunter as he watched Willow tighten her braids. The idea of competition brought out a certain light in her eyes and it made Hunter excited. He knew Willow liked his competitive side, but usually they were on a team together. Competing against her was different.

“I mean, if you need to use magic I-I don’t mind,” he said quickly.

“I’m okay,” she assured him. “Besides, I don’t wanna do too much damage to your field here.”

“Yeah, yeah totally,” said Hunter, clearing his throat. “I just don’t want to uh…”

“Oh,” said Willow, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. “Hunter, it’s okay if you beat me ya know.”

“You… won’t be mad?”

She shook her head. “Of course not,” she smiled sincerely. “Knowing your strengths will help me help you. And you not holding back will help me get better too.”

“It’s just that… when I spar with the other scouts they always get upset when I win and then they don’t wanna… uh.”

“Ohhh,” she said, really understanding. “Hunter, if we spar and I win will you stop being my friend?”

“No!” He responded immediately. He remembered the utter euphoria he felt when Willow had referred to him as her friend when they were messaging one night. He had been asking about her day, simultaneously vicariously living through her and wishing he could be there in person when she mentioned her dads asked about him and wanted to have him over for dinner as they did with all her friends.

He waited for her to unsend or correct the message but she didn’t. She meant it. He was her friend and she wasn’t afraid to let everyone know. He was beyond honored to be considered her friend, and he would do absolutely anything to make sure he did not lose that title.

“Of course not,” he said with conviction and Willow nodded.

“Exactly, so if you win I’m not gonna stop liking you or anything I’m just gonna try harder next time,” she said as though it was truly so easy. “I mean, if you win. I don’t plan on going easy on you.” She spun his staff around herself as though to emphasize her point and the light in her eyes was contagious as Hunter felt motivated again. He donned his mask and took his usual fighting stance, waiting for her to deliver the first blow as he prepared his strategy in his head.

Hunter was quick but Willow was tricky. Both their strategies revolved around defending and similarity made it difficult to properly start as neither of them wanted to strike the other. But once they prioritized the task at hand (retrieving their items) they became more comfortable with the idea.

Willow made the first move, using Hunter’s staff to launch herself towards him to try and snatch her glasses from him. But Hunter quickly countered and leapt over her, getting his hands on his staff but not succeeding in removing it from Willow’s grasp. She used the momentum to send him flying toward the ground, but he was able to rise to his feet no problem. Hunter knew he had the upper hand, he knew the area better and he had a bigger target to claim. But Willow was true to her word about not making it easy for him. She didn’t play dirty as many of the scouts did and Hunter was giddy at the idea of truly getting to test his skills.

Willow couldn’t help but think of it like dancing. The way their steps complimented each other, the way they’d get just close enough to hear the other person breathing. Every so often she’d get bold enough to tease him.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you really thought I’d fall for that?” she asked when he tried to fake her out and his ears would get red and he’d come back at her with more determination. She had nearly forgotten she was trying to get close to him to retrieve her glasses, she was more focused on getting close to him so she could see his reaction. She reached for them once and he grabbed her wrist to stop her, but he quickly retracted it. Willow wanted to point out that he should;ve sed that opportunity to disarm her but she decided against and tried to think of something cheeky to say the next time it happened.

She was excited to be able to have someone who took this as seriously as she did but still managed to have fun. Amity was serious but was still so worried about hurting her and Luz and Gus were fun to train with but sometimes were too silly and couldn’t keep up with her when she got in the zone. Hunter was the perfect opponent.

Hunter observed the way Willow moved and while he found her to be a remarkable force, he felt he had discovered his way to victory. As agile as she was, she favored her right side. If he wanted to catch her off guard, he would need to approach her from the left and grab the staff while she turned to her less dominant side. He sprang into action but Willow anticipated this and as he went to turn, she stuck out her foot accidentally causing Hunter to lose his balance. He managed to grab his staff but Wilow did not let go and so they both ended up hurtling to the ground. Willow had shifted the staff behind her head and landed atop it with it resting behind her neck. Hunter in turn landed atop Willow, his hands catching him, placed on either side of her head as his nose was mere inches from hers.

Their breathing lined up as she stared up at him, close enough where he was in focus. His face red and his eyes wide as he waited for her to say something. She knew his mind was shouting a thousand apologies, that he was deciding what to be embarrassed about first, but he didn't need to be. She carefully removed her hands from the staff and reached up to grab her glasses as they dangled above her.

“Not bad,” she said smugly. “For a first session, that is.”

“Ha, uh thanks,” he said, praying that the sweat he knew was collecting on his brow wouldn't fall onto her. But he was paralyzed. He was hypnotized. He was utterly captivated by how picturesque she looked, her frizzy braids sprawled out on the ground like a halo. She made no attempt to move either, likewise captivated by the way the sunlight above him outlined his frame. He truly was golden and she thought about telling him so but she was hoping he would have something more to say first.

He wanted to but just as he went to open his mouth, his attention was diverted by a new voice.

“Yeah, Golden Guard!”

“Smooth move pipsqueak!”

“Looks like the private lessons are going well!”

Hunter’s eyes shot up in horror as he saw a collection of scouts had gathered on the balcony above and had been watching him and Willow spar. It was then that he realized how… compromising their current position looked.

“Uhhhh let me get you a water,” Hunter offered as he leapt away from her like she was on fire.

“Okay, thanks,” said Willow with a smile as she sat up. “But hurry back! We’ve got a lot to get through.”

“Haha, totally,’ he said, giving her finger guns in a panic response as he speed walked up to the balcony.

“Having fun, little prince?” asked Darius, sipping a cup of tea as the scouts offered a series of whistles and comments as he walked past them, his face hopelessly flushed.

“What are they doing?” Hunter whispered in a panic. “I thought this was supposed to be a private instruction.”

“Oh, is that so?” Darius said with a smirk.

“You were the one who arranged this,” Hunter hissed, his eyes darting down to Willow who thankfully seemed unaware of their audience.

“Fine, fine, “ he said. “Come now scouts, let’s give the Golden Guard some privacy.”

“Ohhh, you wanna be alone with your plant girlfriend?” teased a scout as the scouts tried to suppress their giggles.

“Yes, thank you,” said Hunter, not missing a beat.

“Okay, okay, just to be clear, you and your plant girlfriend want to be alone,” asked another.

“Yes, that’s an order!” said Hunter, feeling his authority was being honored. But just as he went to leave, the scouts burst into laughter. This was nothing terribly new, they often found ways to undermine him. But he failed to see what was so funny about-

Then he saw Darius was also suppressing his laughter and suddenly the words caught up to him. Hunter’s face turned a deep shade of crimson and he felt like steam was coming out of his ears. “Oh… shut up!” he demanded as the room erupted into another round of prepared remarks.

From the ground, Willow could just barely make out the faint sounds of laughter. As she strained to hear any specifics, Clover flew down to meet her buzzing with news from Flapjack having not gotten to see her best friend in awhile. She nuzzled her owner who was eager to hear about her day. Willow quickly looked for something to do, trying to look busy like she wasn’t overthinking what was taking him so long. Not because she was nervous, but because she didn’t get to spend much time with him as it was. She wanted to try and squeeze in some time to talk to him in person instead of texting.

As Hunter marched back with water for Willow, he could feel the scouts still watching him. He didn’t call up to them because knew making a scene would only embarrass him in front of Willow, or worse make her feel uneasy. He just hoped they’d keep quiet.

When he came back to Willow, she was balancing a free weight on the tip of her finger. “Hey Hunter,” she beamed, her eyes darting between him and the weight. “Check it out!” she carefully lifted her hand and threw the weight into the air, it flipped and then she caught once more with apparent ease.

“Impressive,” he said as he handed her the water bottle and offered her a smile, which quickly dissolved when he heard the collective sounds of over dramatic kissy noises coming at them from the balcony. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, there was no way Willow didn’t hear them this time.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, please ignore them,” Hunter pleaded. Willow couldn’t care less about what the scouts thought, she only cared about what Hunter felt. The notion that they were bullying him sent a sharp chill up her chest, and she had to take a deep breath to steady herself before responding.

“Okay,” she said, her eyes momentarily darting to them anyway trying to get a quick read on their intentions. “But is everything alright? Did they say something to you?”

“No,no… well yes,” he admitted, unable to convincingly lie when her eyes caught his. “But it’s nothing bad, just teasing.”

“Hunter, it’s not nothing if it’s bothering you,” she assured him. “I can say something if-.”

“No, no it’s stupid,” he cut her off, starting to feel nervous and twisted. “I mean, it’s not stupid it’s about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “But it’s nothing bad about you, because you’re amazing. It’s just… I’ve never had a friend over to the castle before.”

“Oh,” she said, hoping he’d elaborate.

“Yeah and so I guess they thought… and it’s my fault because I didn’t even think about it, that you were my… more than a friend.”

“Oooh,” Willow fully understood now. “I see.”

“And it’s totally my fault because of how I described you so I-.”

“How did you describe me?” she asked almost breathlessly.

“I uh, well after the whole… kidnapping thing, they would talk about you sometimes,” he began. “And they asked if you were my plant girlfriend and I said yes.”

“Okay,”

“And I know there’s so much more to you than just plants,” Hunter went on. “But you are on the plant track and so it seemed like a suitable identifier at the time but it wasn’t until just now that I realized that the words ‘girl’ and ‘friend’ were not separate so they weren’t saying that you were a plant girl who was my friend but rather you liked plants and you were my… uh…”

“Don’t even worry about it,” said Willow sweetly. “I get it; my dads like to tease me too.”

“They do?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Whenever I bring someone cute over to the house they can’t help themselves. But it doesn’t last very long.”

Someone cute, someone cute, his mind rang out. His mind quickly bounced back when he realized she was the someone cute in this situation. Because she was very cute. Had he always thought that? Pssh, everyone thought that. Willow was objectively cute, it was a fact. It made sense the guards found the notion silly that someone so cute would associate with him.

“I mean, if you ever came to my house it’d be the same thing,” she continued and before Hunter could offer a response, his heart stopped. The way it did when she had pinned him down. Her fathers would consider him cute enough to tease? More importantly, she considered him cute at all? Even hypothetically?

“Yeah, Darius keeps telling them it’s not like that,” said Hunter. “He said I wouldn’t even know what to do with a girl like you and the scouts said I have no game anyway, but I didn’t bother debating with them since training is serious and not about games.”

“Oooh,” said Willow once more, as the narrative shifted again. They weren’t teasing him like assuming parents, they were teasing him like obnoxious siblings. Her mind pulled up all the times Ed and Em had evoked the same response in Amity. She knew the best way to combat this was confidence, and to make them eat their words. She was positive they couldn’t hear them, as they seemed to not be whispering and Willow could not hear them from where they stood, so she made sure to have her actions speak for her. She reached out and touched Hunter’s arm.

“I bet they tease you all the time, huh?” She smiled. “I mean, you’re the Golden Guard. I'm sure plenty of teenagers have crushes on you.”

“Uh, not really?” Said Hunter, unable to focus for a moment when he registered her touch. He was grateful to have learned the definition of a crush so he didn’t embarrass himself in front of Willow the way he had when he misunderstood the word when Darius used it. “I mean, I wear my mask most of the time. I don’t know how you can have a crush on someone you can’t see.”

“Hmm, yeah I guess seeing does help with that,” she said softly and Hunter knew he’d be thinking about the way she said that sentence all week. It was like she knew something and she let a clue dwell just under the surface of the words. He had never heard the assumption that his position would make him attractive to his peers (respected and feared, yes but not admired). He wondered why Willow would assume it. He dared to hope she’d relate.

“C’mere,” she said, moving closer to him.

“W-what are you doing?” He nervously chuckled as she pretended to dust something off his shoulder.

“Let’s give them something to talk about,” she said with an innocent shrug. “Something I’ve learned is that when you’re in on the joke, it’s not as funny anymore.”

“O-okay?”

“Trust me,” Willow said with a wink. “This is the kind of teasing I know how to stop. Now, I’m gonna laugh really loud like you just said something funny and then I’m gonna lightly shove your shoulder and when I do I want you to take my hand, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I can do that,” he said, thankful his back was to the scouts and they couldn’t see him sweat. Even worse though, Willow could see. But she somehow didn’t seem to mind, keeping her cool as she kept smiling at him like it came naturally to her.

She threw her head back and let out a light, airy laugh. Hunter knew it wasn’t genuine, but it would fool most anyone else. She flipped her braid before shoving his shoulder as she said she would, lingering there a moment to remind him to take her hand. He somehow knew what to do with it, bringing it down to their sides as he had seen teen couples do when he went into town.

“Okay good,” she whispered. “Now lean against the wall and I’ll pretend you said something cool.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno, just say anything and I’ll pretend you told me something cool.”

“What about how the venomous fly trap can live in below freezing temperatures if it’s watered with as little as two ounces of boiling rain once a year?”

“Oh yeah, that is pretty cool,” she said. Hunter could tell she genuinely meant it and he smiled, having memorized that fact solely because he thought it would interest her. His smile inspired hers to linger and they stood in comfortable, smiling silence for a few moments.

Out of the corner of her eye, Willow saw one scout nudge another, as though impressed and Willow knew her plan was working. She was doing this to help improve Hunter’s cred and for no other reason, right?

Okay, maybe it was a little fun.

Maybe it was a little easy.

Too easy.

She rose onto her tiptoes, placing her hand delicately on Hunter’s chest to steady herself as she went to whisper in his ear.

“Okay, now walk me to the gate and when I leave don’t look up at them,” she instructed. “Take out your scroll or something, act totally casual.”

“Okay,” he said, a chill running down his spine as her breath hit the side of his face. “But why?”

“We want the scouts to think it’s no big deal,” she explained, as they began to walk hand in hand. “Because you totally have game.”

“I’m sorry, I still don’t understand,” he said as she lead him to the gate. “What kind of game is it exactly?”

Willow chuckled and tucked her hair behind her ear, having reached the exit. She didn’t have to try hard to make it look like she was dreading having to leave. “Hmmm I think we’ll make it part of next week’s lesson,” she said, biting her lip as he continued to offer her a look of confusion.

“Well, alright then,” said Hunter. “Looking forward to it, Captain.”

He waved to her until she was completely out of sight, watching as she soon flew away on Clover.

“Sir! Here’s that water you asked for!” came a voice from behind Hunter. He turned and saw Steve running out with a large, overflowing jug.

“Oh, uh thanks Steve but we’re okay,” said Hunter, feeling like he was leaving a fence taking his eyes off where Willow had last stood. “But I gave her one of Darius’ fancy waters.”

“Oh, okay,” said Steve, dropping the jug without a second thought. “Did you two have fun?”

“Yeah,” said Hunter, smiling in spite of himself. “I did. I hope she did too.”

“Oh totally sir, I watched the whole thing,” assured Steve with a thumbs up. “She was definitely feeling the vibe, she was seriously flirting with you.”

“Huh? Oh, that,” Hunter sighed. “No, between you and me she was just pretending so they’d stop teasing me up there.”

“Really? It was pretty convincing,” marveled Steve.

“Really?” Said Hunter, trying to hide his excitement. “You uh, really think she’d laugh like that at something I said for real?”

He had never dreamed he’d be considered amusing but he had to admit her adored the sound of Willow’s laughter.

“Uh, well I don’t remember her laughing at anything,” said Steve, thinking. “But I left to go get water when you said you needed a water. I was mostly talking about how she smiled when she saw you walk in, I didn’t know you guys planned all that in advance.”

“We, uh w-we didn’t,” said Hunter, clearing his throat.

“Oh,” said Steve, not totally understanding. “Well then, you guys are pretty in sync with your improv.”

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #toh #toh fanfic #the owl house #Willow park #Hunter toh #winter toh

[fierydragonprincess]

Okay so. These outfits are A LOT better than the previous leak as the girls look much more like themselves. A big YAY for croptops and flares on Bloom. Stella back in orange oh YES. Musa with her cute short pigtails? YES.

Only please tell me that isn't Terra. I've never been a Fate fan.

Also please tell me Bloom is wearing heels and not sneakers. Bloom NEEDS heels. I will be so angry if those are sneakers blegh.

Is Bloom back in a skirt and more turquoise blue shade again? If yes it is giving me back hope for those transformation designs.

TRIX. Iconic. And is that.... Riven????

#winx #winx club #winx season 9 #winx club season 9 #winx news #winx season 9 leak #winx reboot #winx reboot leak

[lady-zoras-artroom]

[Update Note: Concept has changed, but enjoy what I've made!]

Okay!!! I got Lupin OCs!!! Here's one!

Be for warned, Long Post!

Yes, her name is spelled that way and she changed it to be so! Her actual name is Bonnie Anne (Some last name that relates her to an Infamous Arms Dealer in the black market).

Her whole deal is that, she was at one of Lupin's Heists, a big party where all the Fat Cats are gathered to do business and exchanges the Goods.

When she first saw Lupin making his getaway (goods in hand), she immediately crushes on him!

Her story is a work in progress, and so is her color pallet, but the jist is that, she is trying to discorver True Happiness and to keep far away from her father as much as possible. So when she saw Lupin III himself, she felt something! Not sure what it was, but because of this feeling she devises a plan to capture Lupin - wanting to meet him in person!

Because of Lupin's Successful Heist, she takes the opportunity to steal some money and make a getway of her own with her personal body guard/best friend, Galsan (Nicknamed "Terra").

Now on the run and hiding from her father, she calculates and plans the perfect scheme taking note of the heist she witnessed.

She changes her name slightly to be what it is now and with her trusted connections, she was able to set up a temporary base of operations. It would also be the stage of where she will set the trap for Lupin!

Plan: Challenge Lupin III to steal a lost treasure hidden within the confinds of a tower!

The goal: Entice and Steal Lupin's heart!

Bonnie conducts research by contacting Zenigata as he is the only one rich with Knowledge about the Lupin Gang! Of course, she isn't going to let the Inspector succeed in capturing the infamous theif, but makes him thinks so!

Everything that Zenigata had on the group as well as Fujiko was all she needed! Learning about them esspecially Lupin excited her!

I say the time frame took perhaps almost a year to set up as the setting needed to be as believable as possible! Bonnie then has a stand-in (who is male) to announce the creation of the tower and the prize waiting inside! Make him seem like he's the mastermind when he isn't that way Lupin is more interested!

Details: The Tower is built like a gauntlet. The lower levels are available to the public as a museum for the "Lost Treasure". The treasure is displayed in a bullet proof casing for the public to see. Then when the museum closes, it is elevated to the top of the tower under very heavy security and protection!

Now, I'm not sure what Lupin will do as I do not know how to write spy/theif action stories, I can think up concepts. But I do know he not only does succeed, but gets an unexpected surprise!

Plot twist, the treasure was agreed to be faked by Zenigata and Bonnie, but in actuality, it was real and Bonnie is "wearing" it (she hid it between her boobs [and it was on purpose])!

Bonnie used her connections to get the real thing and makes an offer to him!

Offers in order:

- Let her become part of the Lupin Gang! She will supply them with needed necessities through her trusted connections (though she does have a budget)

- Become her boyfriend! She wants to see who Lupin is in person! Though she was told by Zenigata how shameful and criminal Lupin is, weridly enough that only interested her further.

- I kid you not, this is what she wants: Have Lupin sleep with her! Like no shame whatsoever! She's 28 btw, she's just short, like 5'3 and just as horny!

If anything, Lupin meets his match here - both in terms of skill and romance! I'm thinking their relationship does start off as a mutual agreement. Lupin gets to experience what it's like to be genuinely liked or crushed on as Bonnie would be holding his cheeks and just gushing about how cute and handsome he is! He's still after the treasure of course, but Bonnie will make sure it's a challenge for him! Teasing him, playing around, making him chase her and stuff. She's got tricks up her dress, let me tell ya!

What I want to do basically is like, build up their relationship as I do wanna ship them! OCxCanon is valid and I will die on that hill. I want them to have depth and go into detail about what kind of relationship the two want. I esspecially wanna go over what exactly Lupin and Fujiko's relationship is. How long are they gonna keep playing these games with each other? Will Bonnie understand what it's like to have a relationship? The sacrifices and dedication it takes to maintain one?

Yeah, I wanna explore all that. This is just for fun! Anyway, I'll work on her pallet and share Galsan's stuff!

#artists on tumblr #fan art #lupin the third #lupin the 3rd #lupin iii #lupin iii oc #zsocs #oc x canon

[paging-possum]

Port Ackles trainee team’s terrible horrible no good very bad mission (repost coz tumblr did something weird the first time around)

[a digital drawing of a four story office building, with the floors spread out so they can be mostly visible.There is fog surrounding the building, blocking off some sections. On the top floor are five offices and a waiting area. The waiting area runs along one wall, with an elevator on one end and two couches. On one couch sits Lady Lycanthrope, a woman in a tank top and hair in a bun, while she talks to a nervous Justice, a man with long hair wearing a cape and superhero suit. The farthest two offices are mostly covered by fog, but one is filled with weapons. In the middle office, Justice is asleep at his desk, while Kyra, a teen girl in a tank top with a ponytail and glasses, and Prattled, an alien with a mullet and t-shirt, stand over him and Kyra pockets a small stone. The next office over is filled with plants, and the one at the end is filled with water and a desk. Most of the third floor is blocked off. In the hallway is the Archer, a woman with a high ponytail and quiver of arrows, pointing her bow at Kyra and Prattled, and in one of the offices Terra, a woman with an afro wearing a sleeveless bodysuit, is angrily talking to Justice. Near the stairwell, the Centurion, a man dressed like a Roman emperor, is yelling at Hindsight, a woman with short hair and glasses, while holding her up against the wall by her shirt collar. On the stairs, two young twins taunt Justice and Kyra. Most of the second floor is covered as well, but in one office, Kyra and Prattled sit next to the unconscious body of Pulse, a woman in a bodysuit and curly hair tied back. On the stairs, the twins are taunting Justice and Prattled. On the first floor, there’s a woman asleep at the reception desk. In the rooms are: Leo, a girl in a hoodie with short hair, and Noemi, a girl with pointed glasses and a braid, standing over an unconscious Hindsight; Hexplode, a woman with short hair and a domino mask, standing in a corner while Karma, a woman wearing a lot of concealing clothing, gets hit with a small explosion and Leo, Kyra, and Noemi reach out for her; Leo watching Lady Lycanthrope in wolf form; Isabelle, a woman with long hair and glasses, talking to a young Motoyasu, a young boy with long hair; Noemi getting yelled at by Ye-Ji Kim, a woman with short hair and glasses; and Alex, a woman with short hair, asleep on the floor. At the far end of the first floor is a training room, where Celeste is curled up in the center with a set of scales behind her. Standing around her are Justice/Tyrian looking nervous, Lady Lycanthrope looking angry, and Emeraude, a woman with long curly hair, and John Harper, a man with slicked back hair, standing together. Outside the building, Madge and the Swords Knight are walking away- Madge is a woman wearing a top hat and magicians suit and is talking happily and the Swords Knight is a man wearing long armor over a skirt, looking nervously back at the building while holding a sword. The drawing is done in shades of purple, with the people and some of the clouds in yellow.]

#my art #cape kids #ttrpg art #exploring the wonderful world of limited color

[seething-fire]

How I think the Sanders Sides would look if they were real

Warnings: mentions of weapons, but only as tattoos 

Logan: 

Tall boi, like 6’2 (187 cm)

He’s pretty pale, like could get a sunburn anytime, anywhere, kind of pale

His hair is naturally curly and blond, but he colors it brown because he got tired of all the blond jokes 

I don’t really know how to describe the length, but all of it covers his ears, but doesn’t quite hit his jaw

He has acne scars on his cheeks and along his jawline 

When he has more than two days off, he lets his beard grow (but not because he’s ashamed of his scars, he just likes having a beard) 

Some freckles around his nose 

DIMPLES

Stocky

He doesn’t lift weights, but he’s just a solid guy, ya know? 

Has been asked if he’s a football (American football) player because of his build 

Light blue eyes

Only wears square glasses 

Immediately puts on some kind of woven bracelet when he gets home 

When he’s not at work or school, he wears those gray sweatpants you know what I’m talking about 

Only has about a million shirts with science and space puns on them 

Has a pair of fluffy slippers that he loves 

Patton:

He’s just a bit shorter than Logan and Virgil, so he’s 5’9 (175 cm) 

His skin is gorgeous, a rich tawny shade

Dark wavy hair that almost reaches his shoulders

He’s kind of lanky; he’s thin and has long legs 

Brown eyes (He likes to describe them as a “cocoa” shade because of his love for chocolate lol) 

Has faint smile lines because he smiles so much 

Has a slit in one of his eyebrows (not on purpose; gardening accident)

Likes to wear glasses in fun shapes or circles 

When he’s at home by himself, he’s sporting the cat hoodie and boxers we all know this man doesn't wear pants if not necessary 

He also loves socks with cute designs, so whenever he’s with his friends, he shows them off

Loves rings, especially ones that have hearts, or some other kind of shape/pattern 

Paints his nails a new color every week 

Tiny pride flag tattooed on his thigh

Enjoys experimenting with makeup, so he wears eyeshadow and lipstick sometimes

Roman: 

He’s 5’7 (170 cm) 

His skin is a warm sepia

His hair is pretty short, but long enough to make a quiff (yes, that’s how he wears his hair)

Currently it’s the natural color, but before he cut it, it was blue 

As far as his body goes, he’s muscular 

He could be considered ripped

Wears smaller shirts than he needs to so he can show off his muscles (think Steve Rogers)

Deep brown eyes

He has a small scar on his right cheek (He’s learning to love it)

*Loves* tattoos, so he has a few small ones 

There’s a sword behind his ear

A crown on his shoulder 

A rose on the inside of his right wrist 

And a Disney quote along his left forearm 

He thinks of himself as a art museum and those are his tiny pieces of art

He lounges around the house in a muscle tank and athletic shorts 

Paints his nails with Patton 

Virgil: 

Another tall boi; he’s 6’1 (185 cm) 

He has dark brown skin 

Bright purple fade, and you cannot change my mind (he loved the purple hair on Thomas)

The top is a bit long and very curly (He has 4C curls)

Hazel eyes 

He’s chubby and has a cute belly 

He’s got a little bit of extra fat on the sides of his lower rib cage, so when he’s home alone, he goes shirtless so he can see it all 

He really adores the way piercings look, so he has a couple 

A bar in one of his ears

An eyebrow piercing 

And a lip ring 

He also likes tattoos He and Roman may or may not get theirs done together 

But Virgil is covered in them 

He’s got some music related ones (you know one of them has to do with MCR) 

A few small skulls here and there, spider webs on the skin in between his fingers 

Things that symbolize mental health struggles 

Jack Skellington ;) 

And just a few random ones (a very small goldfish on his ankle) 

He just wears boxers when he’s by himself so he can see all the art all over his body 

But when there are other people around, he wears band t shirts and pajama bottoms 

Janus: 

Short king; 5’6 (167 cm) 

His skin can be described as terra cotta, almost 

Long, dark hair

He puts in a bun when he wears his hat

Has a similar build to Logan, but he’s shorter, so it looks different on him 

His shoulders are broad, and his legs are on the shorter side 

Has been described as “solid”

His eyes are a stunning deep deep brown 

Also has dimples 

May or may not have acrylics 

He likes to get snakes painted on them 

Permanent dark circles under his eyes 

Tongue piercing 

We know he can ROCK a skirt, so he wears them a lot

But when he’s by himself, he wears a fluffy white robe, no matter the weather 

Because of the aesthetic, obviously 

He also saves his money for designer jewelry, so over the years, he’s slowly acquired a nice collection of expensive stuff that he wears all the time 

Remus:

Somehow much taller than Roman; 6’0 (182 cm)

Like his brother, he has the same beautiful skin tone

He has a curly mullet (his hair is naturally straight, but he got a perm) 

It’s shaved on the sides 

Has two slits in both eyebrows 

And dark brown eyes like his twin  

He’s the thinnest out of everyone

Has a couple face tattoos and piercings 

Septum piercing, snake bites, eyebrow piercing 

A tiny garbage can tattoo on his temple 

“pull the lever” across his jawline (yes, it’s an Emperor’s New Groove reference)

He also thought it sounded metal as hell

A dagger on his neck 

And a small “x” under his eye 

Always wearing eyeliner and black nail polish 

Wears punk clothes 

Even in his down time 

Chains, patches, safety pins, diy clothes, all of it 

HUGE platform boots 

Still hasn’t taken his hospital bracelet off since the last time he was there 

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #thomas sanders #ts logan #ts patton #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus #ts remus #sanders sides headcanon #thomas sanders sanders sides #tss headcanon

[septemberrie]

Hi! I saw that post you reblogged about Saul and Sky, I always thought Saul painted Andreas as a hero to Sky because of the guilt he felt for what happened, and to protect Sky from the truth. Now I wonder if another reason was to give Sky the father/hero figure that Saul himself couldn't bring himself to be. It was a way to let the memory of Andreas occupy the whole in Sky's life where a father should be, a place that Saul didn't think himself worthy of. But no matter how much Saul loves Sky, he keeps a certain distance, and no matter how much he tries to keep Andreas' memory alive, the whole hasn't been filled. If anything, Saul turned Andreas into a heavy weight on Sky's shoulders, and a long shadow that both of them live under 😔

Ohhh I like this take! I mean I hate it but I love it 😅 Because it's a cop-out, right? If Andreas is Father Of The Year for 16 years running, then Saul always has an excuse to hold back. He doesn't have to take that final leap and really step into the role of Sky's father. And yes, maybe it's because he's guilty and thinks he can't really be that amazing father he wants Sky to have, but it's still unfair to Sky to not at least commit himself fully to trying.

I live in the space of Saul's guilt being what drives every part of him (call it the 18 years of catholic school education in me lol). No matter how you spin it, he done fucked up. Andreas, Aster Dell, lying to Sky. He's a walking contradiction because he does all these things to alleviate his guilt but not the one thing that would actually absolve him, which is tell the truth and ask Sky for forgiveness!!! (when Sky is old enough to understand of course).

It's very much a "cool motive! Still murder" but listen, that's why I love him. It's so human, to try to protect the ones you love by shielding them from the darker sides of yourself. Ben does it to Terra and it directly leads to Sam being attacked by a Burned One. Farah isn't up front about the truth to Bloom, precipitating Rosalind's return and *gestures vaguely* everything. Saul does it to Sky up until that last night and left Sky clinging for something to hold onto (and finds it in Bloom, the qts). They're covering up Rosalind's sins with their own!! And I LIVE for the drama and angst of it all.

I have written a fair amount of fic about the sky-high reputation that Saul built for Sky to never live up to. Because Sky is a self-described fixer. He has to have everyone get along and be happy at the expense of his own. And then, ahhhh it's only a short hop to assume that Saul spent Sky's childhood saying "well Andreas spent three hours a day practicing left feints, but I guess it's okay if you only spent two" and that's so fucked up! That wears so much on a person. How could Sky possibly live up to a version of his father that he mostly/only knows from Saul, when Saul himself is the one to exaggerate Andreas' accomplishments and character??

And it's all so verrrry complicated because you can see the love & affection Saul has for Sky. He's proud of the kid he's become. He's impressed that Sky is a good fighter and in their last S1 scene he (admittedly v halfheartedly) explains that he lied because it was for Sky's benefit. But it's like @skloomdumpster pointed out in another ask. Love is respect, and Saul didn't respect Sky enough to trust him with the truth until it was too late. Now Saul's out of commission in jail, Andreas is with Sky and can say "are you going to believe Saul, the lying liar, or are you going to trust me, your actual father [who abandoned you for 16 years 🤷‍♂️]?"

AND THAT'S THEIR TRAGEDY AND I LOVE IT!!!

#oops turned this into another tirade about why i love the beautiful disaster that is this show #and ahem saul silva #it's my brand™ #fate the winx saga #coffeecat22 #asks #saul silva #andreas of eraklyon

[laelior]

The Prodigal Daughter

Mass Effect Rated G Gen (Peggy Shepard & Beth Shepard) ~3k words

Peggy Shepard had just an hour’s notice that her granddaughter was coming for a visit before Bethany showed up at her back door with a duffle bag over one shoulder and a six-pack of lager in her hands.

“So the prodigal daughter returns home once again.” With a practiced scowl, Peggy surveyed the near-stranger who casually set her things down on the kitchen table. She was wearing civvies, which was unusual for her, as was the short notice that she was coming in the first place.

“This prodigal daughter is hungry. Got anything to eat?” Beth smiled easily, like her barely-announced visit was the most usual thing in the world, and went in for a hug which Peggy quickly sidestepped.

“Was this prodigal daughter born in a barn?” She arched a brow at the muddy bootprints now adorning the seaglass-green tiles of her kitchen floor. The Great Commander Shepard, her ass. Beth was clearly still a half-feral child in need of some damn manners.

“No, just raised in one. Sorry, Nan.” Beth at least had the grace to flash her an apologetic smile before she bent down and quickly unlaced her boots, then went about cleaning up the mess she’d made. Peggy nodded to herself, pleased. Maybe she hadn’t completely failed the task of hammering some civilization into the girl. Once she was done Peggy allowed her to sweep her up in her arms in a fierce hug. “Sorry about the short notice, by the way. I only just managed to schedule a few days of leave here on Earth between some meetings.”

“You know you’re always welcome here, sweetheart.” Peggy returned the hug just as fiercely, feeling almost a little ridiculous with how much her granddaughter dwarfed her these days. “No food, though, sorry. At least nothing to satisfy that bottomless pit you call a stomach.” She pulled back from the hug just enough to lightly poke Beth between the ribs. Her granddaughter grinned shamelessly.

“I am the bane of quartermasters and logistics officers everywhere.” She sat down at the table and pulled three beers from the pack she’d brought. She expertly twisted the caps off the bottles with her bare hands, handed one to Peggy, took one for herself, and let the third sit between them. They both clinked their bottles to the one in the middle of the table before sipping from their own.

“How about some delivery?” Peggy suggested.

“I could go for something spicy. Is that Sichuan place in town still open?” They leaned in to haggle over which cuisine to order in, eventually agreeing on delivery from an Indian place a bit further away but which was less likely to leave her regretting it later on with an uncomfortable amount of heartburn. Growing old, she’d found, was not for the faint of heart or stomach.

They moved to the living room and settled in on the couch, slowly sipping their beers while waiting for the food to arrive, chatting lightly about this and that. How was she? (Getting by, but the aches in her knees weren’t getting any better.) Was she staying involved in veteran’s outreach? (A little, but younger hands were taking up the reins these days so she was stepping back to let them.) Had she heard from Jo recently? (Yes, she and Thena had just gotten a new surveying contract and were setting off for another long-haul trip.) Nice, safe topics to occupy the space between them while a news feed droned on in the background.

Beth was just grabbing another couple of bottles from the fridge when the doorbell rang and she went to answer it.

The delivery driver looked impossibly young. He stumbled through reciting the total cost of the order and almost dropped the bag containing their food twice during that time. Beth let him get through it with only a faintly amused smile on her face.

The news feed in the background shifted gears from reporting on the Alliance parliamentary elections (Os Novas Progressistas picked up a majority, Sol Coalition lost a few, and Terra Firma picked up a small but worrying number of seats) to a scene that had become all too familiar in the last month. A picture of the Citadel appeared on the display, gently spinning and surrounded by a swarm of smaller ships that looked like nothing so much as gnats. The angle of the shot obscured the shape of the larger ship leading the swarm in the largest space-based military engagement since the First Contact War. Even Peggy had to admit it was impressive.

“New details are emerging about the geth attack on the Citadel last month.” The journalist’s voice was cool and professional in contrast to the chaotic battle on the screen. “A confidential source reports that rogue Spectre Saren Arterius was behind the geth invasion that killed several thousand, including the Citadel Council. Arterius was under investigation for the raid on Eden Prime at the time of the attack. Commander Shepard, the first human Spectre, headed the Council’s investigation.”

A picture of Beth filled the display. She’d seen this picture before, of course. It was the publicity portrait put out by the new Council in the aftermath of the attack. Beth stood proud and tall, her black armor freshly polished and gleaming in a way that didn’t quite hide the scars of battle, right down to the white and red N7 symbol embossed on the chestplate. The image was already being used in Alliance recruiting ads. Peggy sometimes wondered if she was the only one who saw the slight frown she wore, or the tension around her eyes that spoke to a deep discomfort. 

A sharp noise near the door drew her attention back there, to where the delivery driver had, in fact, dropped their order on the floor.

“Holy shi…I mean, that’s you, right? You’re Commander Shepard?” The boy gawked. He tried several times to pick up the bag but his eyes were so fixed on the legend before him that his fingers missed the mark each time.

“I get that a lot these days,” Beth said with wry amusement as she bent down to pick up the order. She brought up her omni-tool and paid for the order. “Keep the change, kid.”

The boy blinked twice at his own omni-tool, then brought his hand to his forehead in one of the sloppiest salutes Peggy had ever seen. “Thanks…. I mean, thank you for your service, ma’am!” Thankfully, the bundle of awkward arms and legs that was the delivery driver turned and ran back to his bike before he could embarrass himself further.

“What’s the damage?” Peggy nodded at the bag of food that Beth plopped down on the coffee table.

“Still edible. Good enough for me.” She was already digging into the samosas, and their warm, spicy scent filled the air. The conversation lapsed as catching up became secondary to Beth stoking that metabolic furnace of hers. But even when she slowed down, the relaxed mood from earlier didn’t quite snap all the way back into place. Something tense, something moody lingered in the air.

“Is it really that bad for you?” Being seen, she meant. Being recognized. Being Commander Shepard, however briefly, here in her place of sanctuary, and not simply Beth.

“When I’m in uniform. In civvies, not so much. Mostly it’s just fucking exhausting,” Beth said, sinking wearily back into the couch.

“I’m here if you need to talk, darling,” Peggy said. She let the offer hang in the air between them, offering her granddaughter a rope, if she only wanted to take it. 

“I can’t say much. You know how it is.” Beth’s tone was light but there was a shadow in her eyes that said far more than she probably meant to. Peggy took a long swig of her drink to swallow back a sigh. 

“I heard a rumor,” Peggy said lightly, switching tracks, “that the Alliance brass put your name forward for the Star of Terra.” She remained facing toward the news feed but carefully watched her granddaughter out of the corner of her eye.

Beth’s face gave nothing away. “I heard the same rumor myself.”

This time Peggy did sigh. It wasn’t being shut out from the necessary secrecy of her job that rankled. She understood that all too well. It was just wanting to know how she was dealing with the ever-growing list of responsibilities being piled on to her shoulders and having to fish for even the smallest morsel.  Beth had arrived at her door as a scared and angry sixteen-year old, unable to understand her own pain after having her childhood violently stolen from her. It had taken her and John such a long time to get her to open up, to trust them. But even then she’d been exasperatingly opaque so much of the time. 

John had always been better at this than her. But with him gone, who else would be there for Beth? She opened her mouth to try again when the sound of an omni-tool buzz filled the air instead.

“What’s that?” She nodded at the message alerts that flashed across Beth’s wrist. “Not Alliance business, I hope. You’re supposed to be on shore leave,” she said with the least amount of grandmotherly scolding she could manage. 

Beth glanced down. “Those are…personal.” Was it her imagination, or was there a hint of a blush on her cheeks? Well. Now. This was interesting.

“Don’t mind me, then. Go on with your personal business,” Peggy said, enjoying the interesting shade of red that spread across Beth’s face. The vaunted Commander Shepard she might be, but she was first and foremost Peggy’s granddaughter, and it was her continued obligation to remind her of it.

“What was it like? You and Anda? Having to make it work with your military careers and all,” Beth asked suddenly. 

Peggy half-closed her eyes, meditating a little on the surprising question. Beth’s brother, Benjamin, had been born with a cleft palate. An easily corrected problem in this day and age. But it had delayed his speech and changed the way he pronounced certain sounds until speech therapy sorted it out. Grandad had become Anda in the meantime, and when Beth came along the name had stuck. John had embraced it, as he had everything about his grandchildren. The fearsome drill sergeant who’d instilled a terrified sort of discipline into an entire generation of Alliance marines had turned into a soft putty in the grubby hands of their grandbabies. 

She missed him. She missed all of them with a quiet ache in her bones that had nothing to do with age. 

But Beth’s question wasn’t about that. She eyed her granddaughter thoughtfully. Relationships were something she tended to keep close to her chest. Peggy only knew about a handful of them. Usually the ones that went wrong somewhere, which most of them seemed to. Most of the ones she did know about were with fellow service members, just as a simple function of the people she spent most of her time around. So for her to be asking about how a military relationship worked for the first time, it meant something was different.

“The universe was a smaller place back then,” she replied at length. “There were times when John and I would only see each other a few times a year. It was hard, but we made it work.”

“Because you loved each other?” Beth asked. She didn’t roll her eyes, but Peggy heard it in her tone nonetheless. 

“Because it was worth it, Beth. Because anything worth having is work.” She kept it gentle, but there was a thin knife edge in it that cut straight through anyway. Beth looked away and bit her lower lip.

“I wasn’t making fun of you. I’m just…” She trailed off and spread her hands in an indefinite shrug. “This is uncharted territory for me.”

“Do I get to know anything about this uncharted territory?” Peggy asked, half-teasing but all serious at the same time. If Beth was saying what she thought she was….

“Nope.” It was said simply, cheerfully, and with just enough firmness to dissuade more questions, so Peggy relented.

“Well you know where to find me if you change your mind.” She gestured all around her. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Thanks, Nan.” Beth got up and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. “I’m going to hit the sack now. Been a pretty long day and I’m still on Arcturus time.”

“How long are you in town for?”

“I’ll be here a few days, if you can stand me,” she said with a quick grin. “Then I’m off to Vancouver to meet with the brass and maybe try to catch some old friends if they’re in town.”

She arched a brow. Friends, sure. But she didn’t push. “Oh, I think I can put up with you for a bit. Might put you to work in the garden, though. The blackberries are threatening to take over again.”

“So it’s manual labor, then? How much am I getting paid for this?”

“You’d think the Alliance could pay the woman who saved the Citadel enough she didn’t have to pull weeds for her poor old grandmother,” Peggy laughed. “You’re a bit old for an allowance, but I’ll pay you in beer and food. How’s that?”

Beth grinned at her. “I could never say no to that. Night, Nan.” She gave her another quick peck on the cheek before heading up the stairs to her old room and leaving Peggy with only the muted newsfeed to fill the sudden silence.

She turned off the feed and went around locking doors and turning off lights before heading for her own room. She hesitated next to a display cabinet near the stairs. In it was a family tree, of sorts. Six shadowboxes containing various medals and ribbons, four of them closed and locked for good, a framed doctoral diploma, and the various trinkets and treasures that meant the world to her. And three neatly folded Alliance flags nestled between six small urns.

A fine layer of dust had settled over the items in the cabinet except for a spot on the top of each of the urns. She pressed her lips to her fingers then touched each of the urns in turn. One of them was empty, its presence merely symbolic of the body of her son that had never been found. It felt the same under her fingers as any of the rest of them. Her touch lingered briefly on the last of the ceramic jars. Her oldest child and Beth’s mother, Helen.

Beth was so much like her mother. Too much like her at times, even, full of sharp edges that would never truly wear smooth and as liable to cut herself on them as the people around her. Helen had learned to be careful with her sharpness. Maybe her daughter would, too, one day.

She hoped.

Having completed her little ritual, Peggy turned off the last light and went upstairs to her room. Along the way she passed by Beth’s room. A soft, muted glow spilled out under the door along with the muffled sound of her granddaughter’s voice. She paused for a moment but didn’t try to listen in on whatever conversation she was having, just the tone of her voice. Amused, if the faint sound of her laugh was anything to go by. Maybe even a little breathless.

She reached her own room and closed the door behind her, letting herself wander through old memories on her way to bed.

When she’d been a girl, her father had made a half-hearted attempt to bring her up in the Methodist church. It hadn’t been more than a few drop-in visits during Sunday service, and most of what Peggy had gotten from it was an aversion to the heavy perfumes many of the older women in the congregation wore and a brief fascination with the large pipe organ that dominated an entire wall of the church. 

But some parts had stayed with her, like the way her father used to take her out for donuts after service. How her father, gone now for longer than he'd ever been with her, would smile indulgently and use the edge of a rough napkin to wipe the stray bits of powdered sugar and sticky red jam that inevitably strayed on her cheeks and chin. And how Pastor Ann had held her hand when her father’s health started to fail, lending her warm, soothing presence as a bulwark against the grief that took root even before he passed.

God is always listening, Margaret. If you don’t want to talk to me, you can always talk to Him.

She still wasn’t sure if she believed in any sort of god. But sometimes she still found herself praying, casting out a net into the wide universe and hoping something out there gave a damn enough to listen.

Tonight was one of those nights. She sat on the edge of her bed, rested her elbows on her knees, laid her forehead against her hands, closed her eyes, and began praying.

Praying for the only people she had left in this world. Praying for Jo and Thena. For Beth.

Praying that Beth’s next mission wouldn’t end with a young man in a uniform handing her folded Alliance flag and an empty urn.

Praying that Beth would let someone love her like she deserved and not break her own heart in the process.

#mass effect #beth shepard #peggy shepard #really wanted to write their dynamic #so i did #lae writes #my writing #peggy refuses to take anyone's bullshit #not even beth's #a little bit of angst there at the end #but mostly just the two of them chilling #crawling out of my hidey hole for a bit to post this

[princess-peregrine]

My entry for the Storm Hawks Writing Challenge made by @grimm-the-6th and @far-side-skies 

Character - My Merb OC, Quetzen 

1.6k words

This was a large aircraft, meant for civilian use, not much need for defensive weaponry since they were typically left alone, didn't make him any calmer about being on it.

He hated flying, even as a passenger. Even after making it out of the wastelands he considered going back in and walking to Amazonia rather than booking a ride. He took the ride of course. Long walks were nice and he could make a few months hike on his own no problem, but in the wastelands that long of a walk wasn't possible.

Quetzen, a Merb from the now destroyed Terra Merbia, was currently sat in the cafeteria. He stayed there for most of his trip so far, and he only had two days to go. The food sucked, but it was free. He took a bite of the bread he was given.

“Hey there!”

He choked, startled by the high pitched voice that the girl that appeared in front of him. Slamming his fist on the table and pounding his chest he managed to stop choking and hold a finger up as a sign to let him breathe.

“Ooh, sorry about that.” The girl said. “I've heard that Merbs were easily startled, always thought that was just a stereotype. You all right?” She set her food down and sat across from him.

“I'm, fine.” He wasn't, he thought he was about to die. “You did startle me, but not because I'm a Merb, A-Although that is true. I like to think I'm brave.” His eyes finally cleared up and he saw that the girl across from him was wearing a short sleeve pink shirt and bright brown eyes with a head of spiky blonde hair.

“Well does this Brave Merb have a name?” She asked.

“Quetzen, you?”

“Jane.” She shuffled in her seat uncomfortably.

“I take it you had something you ask me?” She looked at him confused. “Well I haven't gotten many people sitting with me, not that I've gone out of my way to sit with them but I wont say I haven't noticed people avoiding me. I figure if you're sitting with me you got something to say.”

“Oh, well, yes.” She admitted. “Merbs aren't exactly the most common thing outside of Terra Merbia. And I heard yesterday about the attack.”

Quetzen lowered his head with a chuckle and shot her a finger gun. “That! See I knew it had to be something.”

“I didn't mean to offend you.” Jane defended.

“No, I don't imagine you did, I'm not offended either. Feels more like I should have expected it.”

“Well it's not the most polite thing to start a conversation with. Again, I'm sorry.”

“It's fine really,” Quetzen said. “and it's nice to know this is a conversation and not an interrogation. Where you headed?”

“Oh, all over. I like to travel. You get to see all sorts of things that way.” Jane said. “Right now I'm headed to Terra Tropica.”

“The resort Terra?” Quetzen asekd.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well doesn't that seem funny to you? You're already traveling, and you're gonna take a vacation? Sounds like you're already taking a vacation. You go on vacation and take a vacation to get away from your vacation?”

“When you put it like that I guess it does sound a little silly. But I actually work on Terra Tropica.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, Travel brochures that's why I get to travel all the time. In fact I was just at Terra Kitan, you know, the bird people Terra? Home of the Kitanen? Not a great place for a resort to be honest.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.” Jane laughed. “I kinda have an interest in going lots of places and seeing what they're like so I like my job. I never got the chance to go to Terra Merbia.”

“There it is.”

“I really don't want to be rude but I have dying to ask you since you got on this ship.” Jane pleaded.

“Look, here's what Merb is like,” Quetzen said quickly, “It's a swamp with a thick overhanging layer of trees and you can't walk two feet without tripping over some kind of trap someone set out. The locals are paranoid, there are no pets, and if you're able to cross the street without looking both ways a hundred times before crossing they think you're military material.” He ended the statement with a pop of his back, he had been stiff this whole time. He had been sitting still again, something he was trying to undo since freezing up wasn't helpful if he was in danger.

Most stereotypes about Merbs were true, they were hypochondriacs, paranoid, tinkering, worrywarts by nature. And then there were things they were taught. Sure a lot of their tendencies were natural but they picked up so many terrible habits from their parents and neighbors. One of them being freezing up, playing possum.

“Doesn't sound like you liked it very much.” Jane said, getting a mumbling sound of confirmation in response. “Where are you headed then?”

“Amazonia.” Quetzen said without hesitation, having to clear his throat after he said it. “Always wanted to go, never liked the swamps.”

“Why Amazonia?”

“You sure this isn't an interrogation?” Quetzen laughed. “To keep it even let me ask the next one. You like flying?”

“Of course, who doesn't?” Jane answered.

“I don't. I've felt nauseous since I stepped foot on this death trap.”

Jane rolled her head around and hummed. “Well in that case, I don't like it either. I've had to get used to it since it's basically my job. I've been on a ship back and forth more than I actually get to enjoy any Terra.”

And with that Quetzen could feel himself being drained. He wasn't up for a conversation and had been hoping to stay to himself for the rest of this trip. He also didn't want to be talking about Terra Merbia at all. He stood up and grabbed his plate hoping to make a break for it at the risk of being rude. He didn't care about being rude, he had said it was fine and she apologized but asking him about Terra Merbia not even a week after it was attacked by Cyclonia? Hopefully the humans on Amazonia would have a bit more class about the whole thing.

“Can I talk to you later?” Jane asked, seeing him leave.

“I'd rather you didn't, thanks for stopping by.” He said with a smile, and walked away with his back turned. Not looking behind him more out of fear of the possible daggers in her eyes she was shooting his way.

On the way back to his room he managed to calm down. He was bunked with three other people that he fortunately didn't have to see much of so far. They typically came back drunk, late at night and ready to crash, and the moment the sun came up they had things to do and days to ruin.

He sat down in the one chair they had, standard issue he assumed, one in every passengers room. He put his head in his hand and tried to keep the food he managed to put in his stomach inside his stomach.

His mind was racing, as it often did when he was left alone. And up until a few days ago when he got on the ship, he had been fine, keeping himself active, he had a goal. In the wastelands all he could think about was making it out of the wastelands alive. Then it was get on a ship and get to Terra Amazonia fast! And until today his thoughts were occupied of what he was going to do and say when he got there.

Thanks to Jane, he knew she didn't mean it, he was sick again. His eyes hurt, Merbs don't cry. Well they do, rather, they bleed on their scalp to drive away predators.

His thoughts came in jumbled flashes of the invasion from Cyclonia. They had thought they were safe, neutral ground, uninvolved, why would they be attacked? The answer seemed obvious in hindsight, because they weren't ready to protect themselves. An easy victory.

The citizens of Merb, even the most cowardly ones he had mocked all rose to action using tricks and ingenious traps. And he hoped they survived somehow by going into hiding deep in the Terra. But the battle he was a part of was short. And by the time he was thrown off, half the Terra was destroyed. And when he woke up-

He dry heaved into his hand, will pushing past the shock and keeping his food down.

It still didn't make sense to him that they were attacked. If anything they had been on good terms with Cyclonia and it's forces. Even welcoming a Cyclonian ship with open arms weeks before the attack. He was even there to greet the visitor personally, being the most talkative in his squad.

They had come on a simple ecological mission, cataloging and assisting in the recovery of some of their birds. They allowed them to take some birds and they returned a week after. The birds were in perfect health. There was no reason so suspect they would attack.

But he was suspicious now, and would give that researcher a piece of his mind if he ever saw him again. He wasn't too great with faces but the man had very distinct features. It wouldn't be easy to forget a guy with green hair and three scars on his face.

He had to change gears, keep his mind off of what happened. If he didn't he'd go insane. So back to the things to come. More specifically, how he was going to beg to be part of Amazonia's defense. He might not be a Sky Knight, but he could figure out some way to help. He wanted to be on the frontlines in case any Cyclonians showed up.

#Storm Hawks #OC

[devilsrecreation]

Who wants to hear about Osran’s ghost friends????

WELL TOO BAD, CUZ I’MMA TELL YOU ABOUT HIS PET!

(second pic by @komod0 )

This is Kurse, Osran’s shapeshifter pet/roommate and oldest friend. He’s…chaotic to say the least. He has somewhat of a split personality, meaning he can be really energetic and fun to be around at one point, and then an anxious, passive-aggressive, obsessive alcoholic the next (dw he doesn’t drink in front of kids. Osran made sure of that). Despite everyone saying he’s crazy, he wears it like a damn medal and actually considers himself luckier than most ghosts. Long story short, you don’t need to reason with him, you need an exorcist.

Couple fun facts to know about him:

He’s the ghost of a wild witch, meaning he’s pretty powerful (I like to think ghosts of dead witches and demons can still do magic)

He’s a crossdresser

And he’s gonna be Terra’s love interest because I can (I have my reasons)

As for the other ghost friends, remember how I said how Osran left St. Epiderm haunted Harry Potter style?

….Yeah, I gave them all names.

Said ghosts are the spirits of dead witches, each belonging to one of the nine main covens and they haunt the school’s respective tracks and whose personalities are basically the exact opposite of the current coven heads.

Their names are:

Mirage (Illusion)

Melody (Bard)

Ciaran(Abomination)

Fawn(Beast-Keeping)

Sid Buls(Oracle)-Osran’s former teacher cuz I said so and yes, his name is a pun

Sage(Plant)

Mortimer(Healing)

Leif (Construction)

Torid (Potions)

#oc’s #i love them all #the owl house

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three Chapter 18

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 107k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: Only one Xiang remains and her name is Merra. She hopes to unite the land by force and plow down anyone in her way—especially the people of Agni who she deems faithless and the native people of Terra who refuse to cooperate with her.

Raine continues to serve his Lord but he has taken to alcoholism to soothe his grief—a fact he keeps out of his letters with Heidi. Baiya has returned to mercenary work in order to keep his family safe while Kira is on the warpath. He, fully, takes on the title of Chaaya and means to defeat the Xiang he sees as false.

And, in a guarded castle in Enlil, a stir-crazy Princess dabbles in the dark arts, setting in motion something even Tiandi cannot see.

Full chapter 18 under the cut

Chapter XVIII:

A rather large assembly of guards stood at the front gate, at attention. A much smaller number of elite guards hung back, encircling Sunny as she, too, walked to the exit. She would not be leaving with them but she wished to see her sister off.

The King and Queen were, unsurprisingly, absent.

Raiden was there as well, slightly confused by the entire situation. More than once he mentioned, “My father will be coming in a day or two…what will I tell him?” Or some other variation of that question.

And, each time, May would answer, “I do not give a shit—say whatever you want. Marry Sunny if you still want an alliance.”

Pangu was worried about leaving Sunny but May assured him that she was in the care of other trusted guards. He supposed she was, already, taken care of by other people he had not met so it was not so strange to leave her with them.

The group around her all received orders from May and also the siblings. Tense conversations, ones Pangu could not hear, took place but he could guess how they went judging by the guards’ faces. Ashen and slightly horrified, they were probably each told of some macabre end should they fail to look after Sunny properly.

To the side, apart from the guards, were two figures Pangu felt he needed to speak to while the others were busy wrapping things up.

Sha-parvati and Cuad stood shoulder to shoulder, almost as tall as one another but Cuad had about an inch advantage. Pangu glanced between them and felt a familiar pang in his chest.

“You will not be coming with us,” he stated more than he asked.

Both nodded. “I cannot afford to spend time with you any longer. Especially not out there in the wide world,” Sha-parvati lamented, “but you will not need me so I am not worried.”

Cuad agreed, “Yes, you are more than capable, Pangu. I also trust you will find what you are looking for.”

It was an ill-fated attempt but Pangu still reached out for the hood over the man’s face. His hands were grabbed but held gently and lowered.

“I am sorry but you cannot see my face. Even now.”

“If I see you again, will you still be wearing this?” Pangu tilted his head to the side.

“Perhaps but…I should hope not.” His voice carried a short tremor but then he chuckled. “You will not need me, Pangu, and that is the best gift I can give you.”

Pangu was unsure whether a hug was due or not so he kept his distance to be safe and simply waved at the two as they walked back into the castle—each to disappear in their own unique ways but out of sight from the guards. As strange as the entire situation was, the soldiers did not need even more gossip to spread about.

He glanced back to the others to see May hugging onto Sunny and rocking their bodies back and forth. She looked like she was squeezing with everything she had as well.

“I am going to miss you,” she said through clenched teeth and then relaxed some to continue, “You are the only reason I would want to stay.”

“Will you come back?” Sunny asked, looking up at the ceiling instead of her sister.

“Maybe some day.” May finally stopped squeezing her and sort of let go. She still kept her hands on her arms and looked ready to pull her back into another hug at any moment. “But, for now, I have to fly free. I have to get out of here.”

Sunny’s eyes brimmed with tears and she loudly sniffed. “But…I…Um, have fun, May. Be safe.”

“I will write letters,” she responded as if she just thought of the idea. “I will keep a journal and send you the pages!”

The two nodded at each other, both crying now. May pulled Sunny into another hug, more crushing than the last but about half the length.

When May pulled back again, she had a more serious expression. “Look, you are in charge now. Do not let mom and dad tell you what to do. You will be Queen, got it?”

Sunny gave her a short nod and wiped her eyes. “I will try.”

May pointed at Raiden with a glare. “You help her. Our parents will try to push their weight around and your father will probably try as well. But you two are the future, not them. Do not let them forget it.”

“Y-yes, of course.” The young prince gulped.

“Alright.” May sighed and looked around, meeting Pangu’s eyes first and then glancing to Fujin and Kaz who were still having a private conversation with some of Sunny’s guards.

They walked back over when they were done and Fujin asked, “Where are Parvati and Cuad?”

“Already gone,” Pangu announced.

“Could have said goodbye to all of us…” May grumbled but quickly shrugged it off. “Anyway, it is finally time. Guards! Open the gates!”

The massive double doors, that could only be opened and closed by three men on each side, drawing them back with a chain, slowly parted and sunlight flooded into the hall. Somehow, the fresh air at that moment felt different than the air in the castle courtyard.

It filled May’s lungs and a smile lifted on her face. She took the first step out and then shouted as loud as she could, causing a few guards to flinch and cover their ears.

Fujin looked at her with an amused grin. “You okay?”

May took a ragged breath before laughing. “I am great. We should hurry to Mythos!”

She kept in front all the way down the bridge. It was a long trek and Pangu would bet most people took horses but they had decided to travel on foot—at least while they were still in the capital.

The trip to the larger island was a bit slow (despite May’s running and leaping about) but Pangu could admit that the view was gorgeous.

He had seen glimpses from the windows of the castle but nothing compared to the view from the bridge. There, suspended over the water, he could see far into the distance, to the north-eastern shore of Ven where mountains rose up into the clouds. Of course, the skyline of Mythos was beautiful as well with the ornate dragon carvings along the walls and the uniform but ancient look of the buildings.

Some of the oldest trees in the world were located in Mythos and walls and shops were always built around them rather than tearing them up. There were people whose entire job it was to tend to the aging trees and it was considered good luck to run ones fingers along the bark when passing by.

May had been before, a long time ago, but was never allowed to really look around. Fujin and Kaz had to keep by her to make sure she did not bolt off unexpectedly so Pangu also found himself occasionally sprinting to not be left behind. Kaz would not allow that, however, and frequently split his attention between the princess and the Xiang—clearly favoring the Xiang.

“Have you been into Mythos much?” Pangu decided to ask when May slowed down in the town square. She looked around at the arts and crafts stalls, running her hands along everything with wide eyes. It seemed she was less likely to start running here so he figured it was a decent time for conversation.

Kaz smiled and kept his eyes on the princess, occasionally glancing over. “Well, not really. It has been a few months since I was by but, when Fujin and I were training, we used to spend almost every weekend here with our father.”

Their father, the elite guard before them, had passed away in the last five years. It was a story Kaz had told Pangu at night, fairly early on when he had been full of questions. The man was less of a father and more of an instructor so, while he and Fujin were saddened by his passing, it did not hurt in the way they expected a parental death to.

“Did you miss it?”

Kaz met his eyes and the corner of his lips pulled up. “A little. But I am excited to see outside of this small world of ours.”

As was Pangu. He knew, from what Sha-parvati and Cuad told him, that he had traveled all over the land so he wondered if revisiting some of those places would be a stronger trigger and bring back his memories. If people from his past were not effective enough then maybe locations would be.

Once May was satisfied with her haul and they were stocked on supplies, they headed for the stables outside of the city. Pangu noticed a very distinctive hesitation, however.

He checked between the three of them and asked, “Do any of you know how to ride horses?”

Fujin and Kaz exchanged a look before Fujin said, “We were taught…when we were young. I still remember the lessons, however.”

“I think you know my answer,” May responded.

It was not something Pangu had considered until then, actually. May had been locked up her entire life—of course she had never ridden a horse before. He almost wanted to laugh as a sensation, stinking of irony, came over him though he could not imagine why.

“Okay, well, you can ride with Fujin. I can teach you on the road.” Pangu offered a smile. “It is not so hard. I am sure you will quickly get the hang of it.”

They paid for three horses, a larger one for Fujin since they would be carrying two bodies. Pangu mounted his horse with ease and then watched the others struggle with it. He almost asked just how long it had been since the siblings had ridden but he did not want to embarrass them.

“We can take it slow,” he said instead, “And any refreshers you need, I will provide.”

“At least you remember this,” Fujin decided to look on the bright side as she helped May up onto the back of her horse. That, at least, could be assisted with a little push in the air which the women used to their advantage.

Once they were on the road, May’s excitement at seeing brand new scenery kicked in and she often cut into Pangu’s riding lessons. Still, it worked, although Pangu kept feeling ridiculous for explaining riding techniques. In a strange way, he felt like a beginner as well, teaching other beginners, but he attributed that to his long, unintentional hiatus from the living world.

The journey was only slightly faster than walking but it kept them from tiring as badly and they were able to find another town by nightfall. The next day was a minor improvement (though they all complained about being saddle sore) and they headed up into the mountains.

Pangu worried about their novice skills in the rough terrain and, once the paths became a little narrow, he suggested everyone simply lead their horses along, on foot, rather than ride them.

The sun hit the tops of the pale gray mountains and the path started to darken but, on the horizon, there was a sign denoting a town and Pangu sighed in relief. They reached it just as the sky turned orange and red and, while he suspected most of the shops in the tiny, mountainside town to be closing, he was just grateful to have reached a stopping point.

“I do not see a stable, where do we keep our horses?” Fujin asked.

“They should have some hitching posts outside the inn,” Pangu answered and added internally that he hoped they at least had an inn.

Only a handful of stores lined the narrow street and a wooden shack in great need of renovation sat at the end of the path with a sign hanging from the roof that said “inn”. Pangu tied his horse’s reins to the post outside and waited for the others to join him.

May was lagging, however, and stayed out in the road, looking at the shops. As exhausted as she must have been from the trip, she still kept a smile on her face as she examined every novelty.

The second Fujin was done tying up her horse, she ran over to join May. Both to keep her guarded and to prevent her from taking the apples on display outside of the grocery.

Pangu and Kaz rented a room in the meantime but quickly walked back outside to grab their things from their horses and watch the two women. Fujin furiously put down money on the abandoned merchant cart for every item May simply picked up and placed in her pockets or took a bite from.

She may have been a sheltered princess who did not fully understand how commerce worked but after being told over and over again, she had a much better idea—she was just acting out to bother Fujin at this point.

Kaz chuckled as he watched them, “You know…” he started but then paused.

Pangu looked up. “Yes?” he coaxed him along.

Still keeping his eyes forward, Kaz continued, “Right as we finished puberty, I noticed something with them. I was not sure what it was at first but they started to spend nights together and, after a while, I figured it out. I never took issue with it, obviously, but they never talked about it either. Even today they do not refer to each other as lovers or anything like that…”

When he trailed off again, Pangu raised an eyebrow. “Do you think they should?”

“It is up to them.” He shrugged. “But, I suppose, I was just wondering…” He cleared his throat, suddenly sounding a bit nervous. “I mean, it works for them and I never thought of how I would want things if I were in the same situation. Mostly, I did not believe I would ever be in the same situation. The idea of being close to anyone was revolting…still sort of is. Anyway, there was a question I wanted to ask but I am unsure how to ask it.”

“Are you…wanting me to call you my lover?” Pangu guessed and bit back his laugh when the man’s face turned pink.

“Maybe not so directly?” Kaz frowned. “I do not despise it or, maybe I do. I am not sure. We do not need to call ourselves anything…if you do not want to. But…” he sighed.

“We can try a few things and see what we like. If we do not like anything then so be it.” He offered a smile to help ease his clearly frayed nerves.

Kaz sighed and nodded. “Right. But, I still…how we are…I am fine with that. I am unsure how we can continue as we had been now that we are out in the world but…”

“Nicer towns, decent rooms at an inn.” Pangu nudged him. “But no time soon, probably. Sorry, honey.”

His pink cheeks burned bright red and he covered his face with his hand. “Not that!”

Pangu cackled, getting the women’s attention and calling them over. May, especially, looked curious and eager given Kaz’s current state.

“What is going on?”

“Nothing.” Pangu grinned from ear to ear. “We need to head inside and rest though—we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He nudged Kaz along but the poor, embarrassed man could still not show his face.

#the xiang chronicles #my novel #my writing

[writerleo86]

Terravenger - Season 5: Part Two - The Cyberian Empire Planetary War Arc - Episode 428 (Do Not Copy)

   On an old stool which was at the long porch of a small wooden house was a man wearing a black shirt with a long collar and short sleeves. He had on a pair of long black pants and black sandals. He also wore an opened light-blue kimono-robe with long white clouds all over. A large yellow sun was drawn on the top left side of its front. And he had a large hat made completely of straw on the top of his head.

   Walking toward the porch was a determined Anna Blair. She was an older woman with light skin, blue-green eyes, and a slender body. She had on black eyeliner and pink lipstick. And her long blond hair was made into a high bun while the front parts were down. She wore a sleeveless pale-pink shirt with a thick collar. And the standard MAF navy-blue flak-jacket was worn over it. She also had on a pair of tight light-blue jeans and brown open-toed boots. And she had two different-colored bracelets around each wrist.

   Standing by her right side was Engana Vega. She had light skin, bright blue eyes, and a skinny but well-built body. And her long silver hair was tied into a high pony-tail. She had on a sleeveless pale-violet top with tight khaki jeans, a thick brown belt, and short dark-brown boots. And her MAF badge was placed on the front left side of her top.

   The man soon spotted them and stood up slowly.

   "Kenshin Kaio?" called Vega.

   The man walked a few steps away from his porch as Vega implied "The old merchant said we'd find you here."

   "Who are you?" The man asked in a soft voice.

   And he spotted the golden badge worn on Vega.

   "You are from the Midas Armed Forces?" He asked.

   Next, Vega walked a few steps forward.

   "I'm Doctor Engana Vega," She introduced herself. "I'm a graduate of Midas and a medical researcher."

   "Really?" questioned the man. "What are you doing in these parts?"

   Anna walked toward Vega and introduced herself.

   "Hello. My name is Anna Blair. I work as a reporter for Terra-Works in Midas City."

   "Of course you are," The man replied. "I should have recognized you immediately. I have many of your books. You have an impressive resume."

   "You read my columns?" asked Anna.

   "Indeed," answered the man. "I have nothing but time here. You are one of my favorite writers. I love all of your stories and documentaries. But my favorite book that you wrote... It is about your entire family and the connections you have made with many people in Midas City."

   "Enough of this!"

   Vega continued to face him as she responded "We all know you ain't just a fisherman and cook! We know the truth about you!"

   "The truth?" questioned the man. "Do you?"

   Anna informed him "My friend is correct. You may be a lowly fisherman now. But in the past, you were something more."

   "We need answers!" Vega told the fisherman. "You seem to be the only one that got them! And we need them now!"

   The mysterious man stared at the soldier for a moment. After that, he took off his large straw hat and revealed himself. He appeared as an Asian man with a thin beard and a pair of clear blue eyes.

   "Cut the shit!" Vega ordered. "Just tell us your name! Your real name!"

   And Anna responded "Before you lived in these forests, you stayed in Violet City which is on Planet Marinear Bay for a little while. But you did worked as a detective for SP."

   "SP," described Vega. "That stands for the Space Police Department."

   Anna shook her head and continued.

   "You were also an Armor Champion who helped save Marinear Bay from a force of evil. You have another secret however. Yes, you have a secret which you have hidden from everyone including those closest to you. You as well as your own sister were in fact kidnapped by a certain person. She had made you both into bio-androids."

   The man slowly dropped his hat to the ground.

   "Your friends who lived in Violet City were all Armor Champions," said Anna. "You did tell them that you were a bio-android. But you never mentioned about your true origin. You... You and your sister know who -- or rather what -- we on this planet are facing now. And only you know the way to defeat them."

   "Alexis Sanyo," implied Vega. "She's the one who found you on this planet. She knew your situation. You asked her to give you a new identity."

   The concerned man lowered his head and answered "The Purple Lady, yes. I asked her not to tell anybody that I came to this planet. And she did help me take on a new identity."

   "The Armor Champions still believe that you are dead," Anna told him. "It has been the same way for many years. And these people... These machines... They had laid in secret as well. But now, they have awakened and entered this planet. They have killed many innocents, some were my friends."

   "So they have come," responded the fisherman. "She has awakened. And now she wants revenge on this planet."

   "She?" repeated Vega.

   "The Queen," The man answered. "Well, that's what they all call her. But to me, she was just a mad scientist that took Kylie and myself as children from our home in Asia."

   "I was correct after all?" questioned Anna.

   The man faced the two women and replied "Yes, I am the one you are looking for. And I may be able to help you with this."

   He shook his head with a soft smile and told them "I was a first-class detective for the Space Police Department of this sector. My name... My name is Rico Nonaka."

Terravenger -- Season 5: Part Two -- Episode 428:  The Great War -- Two New Challengers

   Behind the Griffith Elementary School, the army of students from the Midas Academy became shocked as they spotted a figure standing at the other side while surrounded by a larger swarm of the cybernetic drones.

   A stricken Paige McCormack stared at the newcomer while tears started falling from her eyes.

   "No!" She cried. "It cannot be you!"

   The newcomer appeared as a young girl with great skin and a slender body. She had long black hair with the front cut. And a red light shined from her right eye while a small mechanical implant covered the left eye. She wore a pair of tight black leggings with a thin golden belt. She had on short black boots and a golden medallion around her neck with a small red jewel attached at the center. She also wore a silver top covering the top of her chest. And a large silver block was placed at the center of the top with the number 6 written in red. She also had a long steel gauntlet placed around each wrist.

   Akari stood at the right side of Paige as she cried in fear "No way it could be her!"

   "Those bastards!" called a disgusted Cassidy.

   Both she and Iris remained by their leader's left side while more from the Paigettes stood with them.

   "They got her," said Iris. "Those machines! They must have stolen her body after they killed her in front of us!"

   And Paige in pain called out "Cleo?"

   The female cyborg aimed her right fist forward. Then a small pistol rose from her wrist as Cleo faced the students with no emotion.

   "I am here for your vessels," She said in a calm voice. "I, Model Number Six of Nine, will bring your bodies to her. And you will all become part of the Collective."

   And she fired a small ball of cold-blue energy which blew toward the frozen Paige.

   Someone soon appeared from a quick flash to the front of an emotional Paige and revealed themselves.

   It was the quirky teacher, Kirk Tucson. He wore a black shirt with blue on both its short sleeves and the top. He had on a pair of silver pants and white boots. He also had on an opened gray coat with the long left sleeve colored blue while the other sleeve was gray. A large gray mountain with white snow at the top was printed on the front left side of his coat. And he wore his MAF badge on the middle of the mountain design.

   Tucson placed the fingers from his left hand on the small projectile that flew closer.

   "Ki Limelight!" He called in a cheerful voice.

   A small globe of green light quickly formed around the blue projectile. And the globe which floated above them had shined until it faded away.

   Then Tucson lowered his hand and faced the young girl.

   "Don't worry about this, Guys," He told the students. "Everything will be taken care of. Just leave it to me."

   "But Cleo!" cried Paige.

   "That is no longer your friend, McCormack," Tucson informed her. "Her body has been taken over by the Machines. She doesn't have a soul anymore."

   The possessed Cleo shot another energy ball from her pistol. Tucson turned to the projectile flying toward him quickly. Then the projectile was negated by a wall of bright green energy that flashed before the teacher.

   Once the projectile from the cyborg faded away, Tucson quickly pushed his right palm forward. And many of the cybernetic drones in front of Cleo were pushed away after a large green light flashed from Tucson's hand.

   Next, Paige hurried to the right side of the teacher. She placed her left palm forward and fired a small ball of golden energy at a drone that walked toward them.

   After that, Paige threw her other hand forward and blew a barrage of her golden balls at the cybernetic drones standing behind the soulless Cleo.

   Then Paige told Tucson "We are not retreating. We will help you fight."

   Iris hurried to them as she yelled "Amnis Acidum!"

   And she blew a large stream of acid to more of the enemies from her mouth.

   Once those drones slowly fell, the possessed Cleo fired a barrage of the cold-blue energy balls at her enemies.

   Paige blew both her hands forward and summoned a barrier of yellow energy around the soldiers including herself.

   "McCormack!" ordered Tucson. "Keep your shield up for a moment!"

   He soon placed his right palm forward.

   "Lightning Release!" He called. "Virides Serpentes!"

   A large stream of lines made of green electricity emerged from the barrier and struck the last set of the cybernetic enemies. And the only enemy left was the cyborg formerly known as Cleo Regal.

   "I apologize for this, Cleo!" Paige responded. "I must do this. And I rather be the one to end your suffering."

   Suddenly, the female cyborg called Six of Nine placed her right hand on the ground.

   And a familiar female voice called out "Paige!"

   Two newcomers hurried to the army of soldiers. And Paige noticed one of them who walked toward her.

   "You got to be kiddin' me!" yelled Cassidy.

   It was the dark youth named Rachel Conners. She had peach skin, brown eyes, and long dark-brown hair. She had on black eyeliner and dark-red lipstick. She wore a sleeveless black outfit that was attached to long black leggings. She had a black pad around each elbow. She also wore a pair of short boots that were made of black leather. And her MAF badge was placed on the front left side of her top.

   The other standing behind Rachel was Lily Manha. She had pale-brown skin, brown eyes, and a slender body. She was also taller than her partner. She had on black eyeliner, brown eye-shadow, and peach lipstick. She wore a black outfit with long leggings and no sleeves. She also had a black bra underneath the top of the outfit along with long black boots. And her MAF badge was placed on the front left side of the top.

   Rachel informed Paige "She is performing a Summoning!"

   "Cleo is bringing out something?" questioned Iris. "Are you sure?"

   "You both do remember..." Rachel replied. "...that Cleopatra and I were once acquainted. While I interacted with her, I was able to study her as a warrior. Cleo was indeed a great fighter. But she also specialized in summoning."

   Then Paige asked "What this machine is performing is what Cleo was able to do?"

   "Correct," Rachel told her. "And we must be ready."

   By the Fitness Gym which was near the Midas Academy, the army of capable soldiers from the Midas Armed Forces all stood along with him as the commander -- Beau Ravenstone -- spotted a new swarm of cybernetic drones marching toward them.

   A stricken Mercury slowly walked toward Beau's right side as he asked "Who is that?"

   They all spotted another figure waling among the army of emotionless cyborgs.

   Beau cried "By the gods! They have gotten to you?"

   This new cyborg appeared as a middle-aged man with bright skin, a well-built body, long dark hair, and a full beard. He had red light coming from his eyes. And he had a small mechanical device implanted on the right side of his forehead. He wore a pair of long black tights with a thick white belt. He had mechanical gauntlets around his wrists, black pads covering his elbows, and black combat boots. Instead of a shirt, he had a large mechanical pad covering his right shoulder. He also had a small silver compartment on the center of his chest that had the number 5 written in red.

   "It cannot be!" implied Mercury. "The machines. They have possession of his body."

   The fearful Laura Griffin wrapped her left hand around her right wrist as she called "Officer Durant?"

   The newcomer now called Five of Nine placed his fists forward as a small pistol rose from each wrist. Then the cyborg began shooting small balls of cold-blue energy from his pistols.

[kirishikai]

 KFO  Oliviana “Founded” Ovibourn  “Another day…another round”  App: wears a hooded cowl and an engraved full face mask, covering her forehead down to her chin, almost nothing of her head is truly seen but she sometimes lets down the hood of her cowl to release her short messy hair, she wears a full skintight body suit and a small shirt to cover up on top, it is usually black or green in color and only covers her chest (yes she does wear under garments but just on the bottom, the top is to uncomfortable for her) and boots that go slightly past her ankle, down the sides of the body suit are two lines of purple that she can allow to glow for an easier coverage and a harder time for enemies to truly focus of her  Weap: as all Facility members do, she was allowed to choose and design her own gun or weapon, she went with a Barret 50.cal with the ability to change its barrel form into that of a glaive, it allows her with superior range and an easy ability to fight at close ranges. Her mask itself is a miniature tool that allows her to keepalive and fighting, it comes in three uses; support(ability to stim Founded, or give her pain killers to keep fighting, and with stim she can even walk on broken legs) defend (a basic mini flashbang, only blinding enemies that somehow pin founded down, and comms (radio transmitter and a scouting tool, and connects to her gun perfectly for an enhanced sniper zoom)  Abil: Founded’s innate ability comes in the form of her ability to “trap” bullets into hard, sturdy objects. Be that coins or tree’s, walls even, however the drawback is that each shot must aim for the head no matter what, because a miss or a regular body shot will not kill or damage the way a normal bullet will, she however has gotten so good at this that even stray traps can kill unsuspecting people, she has killed many with this. Stories in her journal have told of her “V1’ning bitches” with this ability, embedding them into coins and launching them at people when she was trapped in a corner or so, this is another reason why she wears the body suit, it hides her scars and bullet wounds from her own ability. She hates that fact and calls it “Embarrassing” however founded to a tee has become perfect at flicking coins at people in this way, she still sometimes does it out of habit and boredom, just flicking pennies into the smallest of cracks and having them slot in perfectly.  Connections; Duck (“brother” read more with “the father” hydra)  Trade (“Brother” same as duck)  rosemary(companion and partial friend)  ruin(another close ally she can rely on but also at times hates)  May (childhood “mother” before Eden incident)  “The father”(hydra that made founded who she was today)  Rukihara(childhood crush, but this died down now. Completely, ruki is now happily “engaged” with may)  Oro/Saki (used to be one being((orosaki)), but now separated, they are her mother and father to a degree, they were both extracted from “Arknari” and “Chiifora” founded’s true mother and father)  Elo’stan (twin brother)  Terrorist/ Terraformer “Terra” (surrogate daughter she didn’t know she had) 

sushi (surrogate granddaughter TERRA didn’t know she had)  Dynasty (best friend and owner of the store Oliviana works at)  Charmy (she knows her, but Olivia doesn’t know Charmy. due to the connection with orosaki, or, Oro and Saki, however only Charmy truly knows what's going on, and to an extent, the holder as well)  Kay’draov(personal nightmare eater. They don’t know each other, but kay knows of Eden. And sympathizes with Olivia. However, she doesn’t plan on staying with her for long)  ending quote;  “it's the end now...I'll miss you all, through good and bad...”  -Oliviana before betraying the facility and leaving with her group 

#original character #my universe #facility #writeblr

[kkmcshouty]

Elias & K

Word Count: 4344 Canonicity: Likely Characters: Elias Dellarobia, Elymus “K” Pechman Date Written: October 8th, 2021 Date Posted: May 21st, 2022 Content Warnings: There’s an implied panic attack, and the existential crisis of being erased from existence but otherwise not much.

Summary: A little known scene that wouldn’t likely appear in Binary Pair (since that’s supposed to release before Soular Flare) but will likely appear in Soular Flare as a transition into events taking place on the planet Terra Tectus and as a reintroduction to Elias since he’s technically from another story. In said scene K takes preventative measures in case things in the fight against Adie go south.

Writing Masterpost is here

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The shuttle was set to leave in 3 hours. He watched the others who were assigned this task with him head out to spend the last of the time with family, but Elias stayed in the hallway. He had already said goodbye early, both he and his family were sure if he had said goodbye now as scheduled, his mother and sister wouldn’t have been able to let go, and now, here he was. Standing all alone in a corridor after debriefing with 3 hours to kill.

Great.

He sighed and leaned against a wall; everywhere else in the compound would be bustling and he didn't feel like having to deal with that, so here, in the hallway where there were only empty meeting rooms, was a pretty good place to wait. The worst part about this is that he didn't even have anything to do. All his personal effects had already been packed and all he really had on him was the uniform he was wearing and his com-link. Not much to think about either, he wasn't one for fruitless daydreaming and if he thought about the mission too much and what it means to get put in cryostasis... well, he didn't want to think about that.

He shook his head trying to clear the last thought, when someone tapped his shoulder. He jumped a bit; both bad timing on their part and he hadn't expected anyone to be around either. It took him a second to process who he was looking at but as soon as he realized his eyes widened as he did a mental double take.

Fuck. The WLS just caught him slacking off.

Moment of mental panic, before he realized that the WLS didn't look upset or anything, more concerned, and from the fact that his gaze was pointed slightly down the hallway and not directly at Elias... he was concerned about something that wasn't Elias' conduct.

Before Elias could so much as get a word out the WLS spoke, and it was hushed. "Did the rest of your team already leave?"

An odd question for the guy who is supposed to be running this show, but uh... sure whatever he'll follow along, "Yes sir, they left a few minutes ago to say goodbye."

"Fuck-" Woah Elias did not realize this man cursed, "-whatever just you will have to do come on" and with that the WLS grabbed Elias' wrist and half led had dragged Elias away down a maze of hallways while Elias could not fathom what the hell the WLS was doing, what was so important that he needed Elias' team? and even more so that just Elias 'would do'? If it had been literally anyone else who did this, he would have stopped them right then and there and demanded answers, but this was literally the man in charge of the entire human race, and Elias did not want to so much as dare step out of line here... well, that and also because Elias was sure that his wrist kept going partway through the WLS' hand and it was freaking him out and making him think the rumors that the WLS is a ghost are true.

By the time the WLS stopped Elias was sure that they were so deep in the compound that if he was killed here his body wouldn't be found for quite some time, and frankly he was starting to worry that that was a looming possibility. The WLS let go of him and sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he paced back and forth a short distance away from Elias in this secluded and empty room. He seemed to be debating... something but Elias couldn't tell what. The WLS eventually paused, sighed then turned sharply to face Elias, looking him in the eye and it sent chills down Elias’ spine for no particular reason, he didn’t look any different, and a determined look like that shouldn’t have been chilling but... whatever the reason, he didn’t know what it was.

Despite the look, the WLS faltered a bit as soon as he started talking, Elias made a mental note that the WLS didn’t exactly seem to be very prepared, “Your name is.. Elias right? Elias... Dellarobia?”

“That’s correct Sir.” Honestly Elias was just surprised that he got his last name right.

“Okay. Okay...” He took another breath and Elias was seriously questioning this man’s resolve, “First off, please ditch the formalities, I’m so sick of them. Call me K.” Elias raised an eyebrow but nodded, not like he could refuse, but also, K? For real? He thought that was some sort of code name or honorific that the cults people formed around him used, not what he actually went by. “Secondly... this information cannot leave this room, you can tell your teammates but...” K shifted awkwardly, “...just- just trust me, they’re not going to believe you. Honestly I wouldn’t believe it if this wasn’t how I live.” Elias watched this man ramble and finally came to his conclusion on him.

He was a fucking wreck.

Elias figured he’d humor him but he was seriously wondering how the hell he ran the world, “Understood.”

“Okay, good. Good. So, I really, really hope you will never need to use this information, but... things have been escalating and I don’t know how far things will go.” He froze for a second as he seems to realize something, “Shit, okay uh... lemme just... fuck- the one time I didn’t bring my wrist com...” K seemed to scramble, and eventually pulled out a yellow lined paper notepad and pen with actual ink in it. Elias visibly cringed, but K didn’t seem to notice, “Wait shit if I do it... crap.” K then held out the pad and pen to Elias who gave him a look like he was crazy, which to be fair, Elias was starting to think he was. “Okay you need to write this down, write whatever you want as long as it’s notes you can read, I’d do it but... let's just say in the worst case scenario anything related to me will be wiped, even things I wrote, so this needs to be made by you.”

Elias was this fucking close to calling this moron crazy to his face, but nodded took the paper nonetheless. Even though he sounded crazy, there was no denying this was the WLS, and with the sheer amount of information that Elias knew was restricted to WLS level access, well, it wasn’t too unfathomable.

“Fuck, where do I even start...” K ran a hand through his hair again, “okay... you don’t need to know everything, I’ve seen your file, if you need more just, go talk to the Earth- er Terra Prima historian on Hidden- fuck I mean Terra Tectus. If you need more information talk to them, you should be able to figure out what you need, but it wont actually be written down, I’ve kept it well hidden for two centuries so you’ll need to piece it together based on events, specifically the documents on my rise to and early WLS days, those will be key.” Elias took note, a little startled to be honest to hear that the rumor he was centuries old was true, and he would have reacted more, but he wasn’t used to taking notes like this and the paper was somewhat frustrating to deal with since he was putting too little pressure on the pen.

K paused to let Elias write then kept going, “Okay. I’m sure you’re familiar with the rebel factions, do you know about their leader?”

Elias shook his head, “Seemed like a waste of time to learn something like that.”

Elias didn’t catch it but K had a somewhat relieved smile at his response, “Okay, well, what you need to know is that they’re dangerous. Really dangerous. Their name is Adeline Colbum, also known as Adie, or more commonly by the rebels, The General. While all the factions of the rebellion are slightly different, the one constant is them. They lead them as their united head, and Adie, like me, is older than they look. In fact, there’s only a 3 year age gap between the two of us.”

He paused once again to let Elias catch up, “What makes them dangerous is the fact that they’re unstable, over the centuries they’ve lost their memories from their younger years, lost who they are and their humanity, and have become not much more than an unhinged puppet master bent on vengeance. Currently, they’re only a threat to me because I’m the target of their wrath. Worse yet, if they succeed in killing me, they’re next in line for WLS succession due to old documents and data that I cant change. Once they get the position... I fear that now that I’m no longer their target, they’ll find a new target; everything I’ve made.”

Another pause for Elias, “More specifically, the space program that you’re now a part of. Of everything I’ve done as WLS, the space program is the only thing that I alone created from scratch, so Adie will go after the three colonies on Atlanti- Terra Aqua, Terra Tectus and uh- right, Terra Nova. Your soon to be home, Terra Tectus, is likely the last planet they’ll go after due to its location and difficulty to approach.”

“Wait,” Elias quickly cut him off, “What do you mean ‘go after’?”

K laughed a bit, but it was forced, “They’ll completely overrun the planet, turn people to their ideals before they even realize Adie’s ideals are different from their own. Then they’ll militarize it, and I figure once they’re done with Terra Tectus, they’ll start trying to dominate the galaxy, justifying it in their mind by saying that it’s ‘to keep what K did from happening on other planets’.” He sighs.

Elias finishes writing and hesitates before asking, this is... intense and if K’s telling the truth, which Elias was pretty sure he was, there’s... a lot at stake right now and this seemed like important information, “...what DID you do exactly...?”

K turns away from Elias looking at the ground, “Back in the day... well, let's just say someone close to me got hurt, and I went after every person involved. Adie got caught in the crossfire and saw not only what I was doing, but also that I was in a position where no one could stop me, so they took matters into their own hands. Problem was... that wasn’t me. I wasn’t in my right mind.” K sighs, reaching for an inner pocket in his lab coat, hesitating, but eventually handing a thick folder to Elias. “Don’t go through these unless you absolutely have to. It’s personal research on my condition, the reason I’ve lived so long. Again, if you need more information, give it to the historian, they’ll know what to do, but you might need to help them read it, Terra Tectus isn’t as technical as we are here.”

Elias took the folder, and placed it in the inner pocket of the jacket in his own uniform, he just hoped that it’ll survive the cryo-sleep process, “Understood, but...” he could hear the fear in his voice and he hated it. “What am I supposed to do if Adie gets to Terra Tectus? Especially with how... unbelievable this story is?”

K looked at him apologetically, “There’s likely not much you can do. Personally? I’d run, because if they’ve arrived at Terra Tectus, it’s safe to assume Ear- Terra Prima, and the other two colonies have already been fully compromised, Adie isn’t the type to leave a job, or in this case planet, unfinished.”

Elias swallowed, “Are you absolutely positive there's nothing I can do?”

K looks to the side, “...” he sighs, “ I really do wish I could say yes. There is one other thing you can do, and it’s following the documentation in that folder to replicate my condition, but... take my advice Elias. Don’t. The reasons why don’t matter, this power will cause nothing but pain, and takes more time than you’ll have to control, and the cost of losing control is... grave.” K’s voice dipped slightly at the end, and it was clear he’d lost more than he’d admit, and now Elias could practically feel the file burning a metaphorical hole in his pocket.

“Then why give me this file in the first place?”

“Because ultimately, it’s your choice. I don’t know you well enough to know if you’d become a hero or a villain with this kind of power, but this entire situation was my fault, so I don’t think it’s right to not give you at least a chance to fight back. I just hope you’ll never have to, and that I’ll be able to handle it.” K checked his watch, “Shit. People are going to notice I’m missing soon, okay, give me your notes.”

Elais handed the notepad over and K signed the bottom, then handed it back. “Next to that signature put a note, that if you can’t read it to read the file you have. Because Adie’s won, and you need to prepare.” Elias did as told while K started to head toward the door, but before he left, he looked back at Elias, “Keep that notepad and pen, and write as much about this encounter down as you can, assume you won’t remember it when you wake up.”

Elias nodded but as he watched K leave, he was worried about if cryo-sleep would remove any other memories.

Elias spent the rest of the time before the shuttle took off writing down the encounter in the notebook like K had said to, and when he ran out of encounter, he started writing down K’s appearance, and did a sketch from memory and he was thankful for his photographic memory. He was sure he wouldn’t forget what K looked like but, clearly there was more going on here than he knew so better safe than sorry.

((A/N was surprised that the doodle that went along with this still existed so here you go))

He pocketed the notebook on the inner pocket of the other side of his uniform jacket. After that things were a bit of a blur, there was fanfare, cameras, celebration as he boarded the ship, then sealed him into a pod for the long trip, as he fell into cryo-sleep. He hoped K would be alright, and he won’t have to worry about any of this when he woke up.

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When Elias woke up, everyone else on his team was already awake, and he had to suffer through them joking about how he ate too much beforehand back home and put on weight, throwing off the calibrated thaw time. He went to get changed into a new uniform, and as he removed his jacket, he noticed there was something in it.

He didn’t remember putting anything in there.

Wait- why is the fact that he didn’t remember making him panic.

This wasn’t right, something he REALLY wasn’t right. He was forgetting something. He NEVER forgot anything, not since his childhood when he honed his memory, he remembered every detail of every day and there was something missing and he didn’t fucking know what it was-!

Fuck, calm down. He needed to calm down. Go through this logically. Step by step. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Okay. Could someone have tampered with his cryo-pod? No. Any disturbance would have been noted by the main computer, and the only things in its log were events outside of the shuttle, not internally. Could someone have tampered with the main computer’s log? No. Elias was the only one with the password as the Security and Technology head. Could someone have cracked the password? No. it was a 256 digit password which was never written down and only stored in his memory. Even brute forcing it, a password that long and complex would have taken eons.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. He was forgetting something then.

Another deep breath. In. Out. Okay. Wait. When did he start thinking okay so often? He never used that word normally. No. No he is not worrying about that now, one thing at a time. If he was forgetting something, he remembered everything so he should be able to identify the gap by going through what he does remember. By process of elimination since it was in his uniform jacket that was designed for cryo-pod use, it had to be sometime in the last 8 hours before lift-off.

He started at the closest moment, right when he boarded the shuttle and slowly rewinded every sight, every feeling, every thought with meticulous precision, and he quickly found it. Exactly 15 minutes before lift-off, memories were blurry, unstable, he could only remember sounds, the visuals were too blurred to make much of anything out, but he did hear the intercom calling he and his team to the shuttle. He went further and at exactly an hour, his memories cut off altogether. They came back at around 2 hours and 36 minutes before lift-off where he was standing in the hallway killing time after debriefing.

There were 45 minutes of ‘corrupted’ memories, and an hour and 36 minutes of deleted ones. In that time, a thick file, a small yellow linked notepad and an old fashioned pen had ended up in his jacket. He doubted someone had assaulted him, he would have remembered the pain, or the process of falling unconscious, therefore, something... he didnt want to say supernatural.... something... out of the ordinary had happened, that had affected his memories.

He looked at the items sitting before him. The file had the words “CLASSIFIED. WLS ACCESS ONLY.” stamped on it in faded red ink. Which means he ran into someone who stole this from the old archives on Terra Prima or... could the WLS himself have-

Elias doubled over in pain, his head throbbing, just thinking about who the WLS is caused his head to pound like with every heartbeat. He deliberately shut out the thoughts of the WLS as a person, tried just thinking of it as a position... and the pain receded. Elias put his head in his hands and elbows on his knees as he sat down.

That wasn’t normal. Even Elias, a man of Logic, knew that kind of reaction was not a logical one. There was something wrong here, he was missing information. He looked back over at the files, then picked up the notepad. It felt... familiar in his hand. He also felt mildly frustrated looking at it, even though he didn’t know why. He then opened it, and inside was... his own writing? What? He’d never written analog before... he’d never so much as touched a paper since the required classes as a child, so how...?

He set his jaw, no use wondering, the answers were literally right in front of him, written by his own hand, presumably in the time he was missing. He must’ve- no! No speculation just read!

Elias steadied himself and read.

The notes in the beginning were shocking, but relatively easy to read through, whereas when he got to his retelling of the events that happened, every sentence seemed to make his head throb more and more, but he had to keep going, he had to KNOW.

By the time retelling was over he physically couldn’t think straight. There was one more page though, and he would see it through. He flipped the page.

He caught a glimpse of a sketch, and everything went black.

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Elias only came to when he heard banging on the door to his quarters, “Elias! You okay in there? We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a couple hours now, you even missed dinner.” Fuck, it was one of his teammates, was he really out that long? Damnit. Stupid teammate just fuck off he still needed to process everything he’d read- fuck the notebook and file were still out.

“Elias? I’m coming in!” FUCK. Elias rapidly crammed the items under his pillow and tried to make it look like he’d fallen asleep with his arms under the pillow and heat atop it. He wasn’t sure it was convincing but he hoped it was.

Elias faked being groggy and gave the poor guy a death glare, “Do you need something?”

His teammates backed up in the doorway, “Ah- no- I don’t need anything I- uh- I just wanted... to... check on you...?” his voice got quieter as he went on. Good.

“Then go away. The slow defrost upset my biorhythms and I’m trying to reset them.” The teammate just nodded sheepishly and closed the door.

Elias actually wanted to scream, which he couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to do that. Well, actually he could, but figure of speech. Again, he took a deep breath and let it out, then switched gears to focus back in on the information he read. The pain was enough that he hadn’t been able to fully process anything he’d read, but now that his head was clear he could.

He sat there thinking for a minute particularly on everything he had written down that K had told him:

“...let's just say in the worst case scenario anything related to me will be wiped, even things I wrote, so this needs to be made by you.”

“Keep that notepad and pen, and write as much about this encounter down as you can, assume you won’t remember it when you wake up.”

Fuck. K had known this might happen didn’t he? Wait, didn’t he say something in particular about what losing his memory meant...? Elias racked his brain, then put it together.

“Next to that signature put a note, that if you can’t read it to read the file you have.”

Elias fervently pulled the notebook back out and flipped to the page he needed, the one with what should be a signature.

There was nothing but a black bar, like someone had censored the signature.

Shit.

Fuck fuck, what did K say after that?

“Because Adie’s won, and you need to prepare.”

...

Elias felt like he was going to be sick. He could feel himself starting to panic, to hyperventilate. Calm down..! Calm down!!! Fuck! He couldn’t calm down- they were fucked- it was a matter of time- Adie was coming and he couldn’t do anything!!! No one would believe him! This even sounded crazy to him, if he hadn’t forgotten he would have dismissed it himself! He-!

For the second time that day he passed out.

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When Elias came to, he shoved both the notebook and the file back in his jacket, and went to eat something, he knew they were landing on Terra Tectus in less than 24 hours, the deceleration that woke him up alerted him to as much. As soon as he had finished he went straight back to his quarters, and pulled open the file.

He combed through it reading and memorizing every detail, there was quite a bit that had been blackened out like K’s signature which Elias assumed meant was something that directly pertained to K. It was actually fascinating research, but the more Elias got into it, the more he realized why K had kept this under lock and key. Soul manipulation, ways to corrupt other souls, almost perfect immortality, strength and speed beyond even fictional superhero levels. A death that erased a person from existence like K... Even ways to charge normal objects with energy to hold a moment or memory within them, but... no way to reverse any of it. There was even a comprehensive list at the end of the document that made up almost half of the entire thing that was just methods that had failed to succeed.

He flicked through the pages and pages of failed methods and noticed a comment K seemed to have typed and forgotten to delete. It was small at the end of the last method, he would have missed it if he wasn't going through in detail, just two words; I’m sorry.

Elias hesitated for a moment but then ran his fingers over the words and froze. He was somewhere else, a large lab, but covered in messy piles of documents, blood and coffee stains scattered about and so many folders labeled with a red stamp that said [FAILURE] and in the center of it all... he couldn't fully make out the figure, it was corrupted and glitchy, but... he knew somehow that it was K. This was K’s lab, a memory of the past. Elias could even see the document on the screen and the two words he’d just touched on it.

K had his head in his hands and was talking- no he was standing and yelling- knocking over a pile of failed files before collapsing on the ground. Elias knew he was speaking but he couldn't make it out, all he knew was the rage, frustration, fear and crushing pressure that K was feeling in that moment. Elias moved to try to put a hand on his shoulder-but the instant it touched K, the memory shattered, and Elias was back in his quarters.

The two words glowed softly purple before fading, Elias tried touching them again, but nothing. He groaned in frustration and put the file away. Damnit K. Why’d you have to involve him in quite literally magic malarkey.

Elias had no real attachment to Terra Tectus, in fact, even though it was to be his new home, he could care less whether it burned or not, after all, it was the most backwater planet compared to the others. They still relied on paper notes. Though now that Elias thought about it, that might be beneficial to him given the conditions of a soul fused death, especially if he decided to undergo the procedure. Which he was starting to think might be his only chance of survival.

#KK's Writing #Elias Dellarobia #Elymus K Pechman #K #Elias #Elymus #Binary Pair #Soular Flare #So- having a good time yet? Because I like to write pain and existential crises' and descents into madness so I hope you enjoy that #If you particularly like the madness I would really recommend anything with Adie in it #The stuff I currently have up is 'The General' 'The General's Arrival' (tho that one's more on Elias than Adie) & Visions - Adie Edition #They're all fun I promise