#you can put crystals in focuses and shields and so on?

[nights-nonsensical-ramblings]

Something i love to think about when doing things like reinterpreting characters into a different world and franchise is how different it can end up depending on what parts of a character and their lore you adapt.

Like mlp. Some characters are so obviously one type of pony no mater how you look at them or what angle you go from. Some dont have a super strong pull to any.

But then there's the characters who go by what I'm talking about. Like Knuckles. Who can fit just about anything depending on what parts are picked for his adapting (Under the cut cuz i got lots to say)

If you're adapting Knuckles as a character, no thoughts to translating his lore earth pony is PERFECT. He's got a focus on raw strength, he's often depicted as larger and bulkier than the rest of the cast, his most fitting element is earth. It fits so well.

Adding in some vague references to lore and he'd be good as a crystal pony. He'd be in a kingdom that was unknown to the world for thousands or years that has a super powerful crystal artefact. (Plus I will forever adore Knuckles with a crystal vibe)

But Knuckles can also work as a unicorn. One you can use it to reference his hand spikes, (Maybe even give him a horn that splits in two) and he's involved with mystical energy that you can translate to magic.

He could also work as a pegasus. He canonically can glide and he lives on an island in the sky. (plus he is so the type to shield someone with his wings) and the pegasi used to be war like and that would fit the past of the echidna

Playing into the last of his kind, "other" aspect could have him be fitting as a non pony species (maybe even one that doesn't appear in the show but would feel fitting) and some of these can kinda parallel the echidnas story. It's not perfect but they can work if you're just using it as a vague reference as to the echidna story and focusing more on the fact he's a different species to all those around him

Like the griffins were a culture that fell into ruin after an event involving someone attempting to steal a key artefact. He could fit the hippogriffs with their story of being forced below the waves and becoming a lost culture, he could fit the changlings with how they attacked ponies like how the echidna attacked other tribes, Knuckles is actively telling people not to be like his ancestors like how the changlings are trying to be different from their past.

or give him a few traits to make it so he can't really be called any of the main pony species, like he's an ancient and lost type of pony.

But now we get to what happens if you REALLY play into all the Master Emerald lore and i think making him an Alicorn has so much potential.

First of all, he has a direct connection to the thing that's described as the most powerful artefact/source of chaos in the world, (and in mlp we do see a character who's exposed to a immense amount of magic become an alicorn.) Plus his role as guardian would fit with the whole idea of alicorns filling a special role in the world. The m.e can do many things and translating that to magic and focusing more on what he'd be able to do with it REALLY sounds like alicorn stuff and the stuff for him being each pony type can still be brought in cuz alicorns are a mix of all three pony types.

And there's so much fun to be had playing into the idea of 'Is he a naturally born alicorn? did the m.e do this to him? Did the m.e bring him into existence like this?" He can't say, he's sure always been this way, being this way feels natural and there's no clear signs that he was changed into one but if he was born an alicorn, where did he come from? who were his parents? were they alicorns? and the idea that the m.e and create life out of nothing spooks anyone who thinks about it.

But he really doesn't get what all the fuss about him being an alicorn is about, why everyone always stares if he has both his wings and horn showing, even when they are covered ponies seem put off by his size. (This is the perfect place for the feelings of loneliness and otherness being the last echidna give him in the normal canon)

Also the good ol' immortal Knuckles vibe are strong. He doesn't know how long he's been up there, but he can remember places from the surface that he's so sure he shouldn't be able. Maybe he doesn't even know alicorns are immortal until someone tells him. He then spends ages trying to convince himself that he's a young immortal, because the thought of him having a life that he's somehow forgotten is immensely distressing.

Bring in the things from canon of Knuckles not feeling like its his place, or is perhaps even scared to use his power and you've got an alicorn, an immensely powerful being, who's barely tapping into his magic, only doing the basic spells that practically every unicorn uses in their day to day life. he could but he's so worried about what might happen if he does. So he goes for physical fighting moves instead. (And the idea of him tapping into that immense power to protect his friends works so good with him as an alicorn. You do not want an angry protective and powerful alicorn after you.)

And the storyline of finding a lost alicorn on a mysterious floating island has wonderous potential. Gives Eggman all the more reason to manipulate him on sight. Sonic's running along in superform, and then something knocks into him. His eyes focus and there's an alicorn in front of him. No wonder he was able to knock him out if his superform,

(I've also seen a take where Shadow is an alicorn cuz. "Why wouldn't they make the ultimate lifeform an alicorn" and i love that, but i got some extra thoughts. It being very clear he's an artificial alicorn and those working on project shadow not fully understanding that a alicorn is a mix of unicorn, Pegasus AND earth pony and just creating him with the first two. There so many delicious storylines that could come from shadows identity as an alicorn getting a shake up.)

The more i talk about it the more i adore alicorn Knuckles and all the story potential it has. Also, the thought of him looking all regal and mystical and then when you talk to him he's brash, rude, kinda feral, lives outside instead of in some castle and is a dorky sweetheart who pretends he totally doesn't care even though he's often instinctively using his big alicorn wings to shield his friends. (He also has many of his critter friends use his wings as shelter and if you look underneath you'll find a whole pile of the smols)

i am quite likely to talk about this again cuz its so fun

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[magickkate]

Hey there, fellow witches-in-training! Ready to learn how to fortify your energetic boundaries and protect yourself from unwanted vibes? Let's dive into the magical world of warding and shielding—essential skills for any budding practitioner. Here's the lowdown:

🌿 What is Warding?

Warding is like setting up a magical barrier around yourself or your space to keep out negative energy, entities, or influences. It's your personal energetic security system, designed to maintain harmony and protect against psychic intruders.

🔮 How to Ward:

Clear Your Space: Before warding, it's essential to cleanse your space of any lingering negativity. You can do this through smoke cleansing with herbs, sprinkling salt, or using sound vibrations with bells or singing bowls.

Set Your Intention: Decide what you want your wards to accomplish. Are you focusing on protection, privacy, or something else? Be clear and specific about your intentions.

Create Your Warding Tools: This can include crystals, charms, sigils, or even visualization techniques. Choose whatever resonates with you and feels most empowering.

Activate Your Wards: Place your chosen tools around your space or carry them with you as needed. Visualize a protective barrier forming around you, reinforcing your intention with each breath.

Reinforce Regularly: Warding isn't a one-and-done deal—it requires regular maintenance and reinforcement. Check in with your wards periodically and adjust them as needed.

🛡️ What is Shielding?

Shielding is like putting on a magical suit of armor to deflect negative energy and psychic attacks. It's all about strengthening your energetic boundaries and maintaining your inner peace amidst external chaos.

🌟 How to Shield:

Ground Yourself: Connect with the earth's energy by visualizing roots growing from your feet into the ground below. This helps you stay rooted and centered in your power.

Visualize Your Shield: Imagine a bubble or aura of protective light surrounding you, extending several feet in all directions. Envision it as impenetrable and invincible, repelling negativity like water off a duck's back.

Set Your Boundaries: Intend for your shield to only allow in positive energy while blocking out anything harmful or intrusive.

Maintain Awareness: Stay mindful of your shield throughout the day, especially in situations where you feel vulnerable or overwhelmed. Adjust its strength and size as needed to suit your surroundings.

Keep in mind, both warding and shielding are highly personal practices, so feel free to experiment and find what works best for you. Trust your intuition, stay grounded, and know that you have the power to create and maintain your own sacred space. Stay magical, my friends! 🌌✨

Sources: Sebastiani A. By Rust of Nail & Prick of Thorn. Independently Published; 2020. Wigington P. How to Magically Ground, Center, and Shield. Learn Religions. Published June 25, 2019. https://www.learnreligions.com/grounding-centering-and-shielding-4122187

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[genshin-impact-writings]

A bit specific I hope you don't mind

Could I please request Ayato, Childe, and Zhongli headcanons for comforting their S/O who had a bad day at work, is extremely tired, and anxiety spiking through the roof please?

Thank you, hope this works

-question anon

Thank you for your request, dear! <3 I feel like this was the perfect request to work on right now because I've been really stressed from work recently. In any case, I hope you like what I came up with! Have a good day/night and stay safe. :) I tried a different format for this one btw, I hope that's okay.

Characters: Kamisato Ayato, Childe/Tartaglia, Zhongli 

Comforting their s/o after a bad day at work (gn!reader)

Kamisato Ayato 

“Darling, I understand how you’re feeling. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Ayato is someone who knows exactly how exhausting and overwhelming work can be sometimes. He’s no stranger to feeling stressed and anxious due to the work piling up on his desk, so it doesn’t take him long to realize what is bothering you when you come back home that day. He can relate to the tired and sad expression on your face, although it really breaks his heart to see you like this. 

He immediately drops everything to be there for you, even if it means that most of the paperwork for the day will be left half-done. His work is incredibly important, yes, and he actually can’t afford to slack off but you’re his s/o and your wellbeing will always be his main priority. 

Since he knows very well how it is to feel like a failure sometimes, he spends a lot of time reassuring you that you’re enough, that you’re doing incredibly well and that you don’t have to be ashamed for feeling stressed and anxious after a day like this. It’s easier said than done, he’s aware of that, but that obviously doesn’t stop him from trying to cheer you up again.

“My poor darling,” Ayato says softly as he pulls you into his arms. Your quiet sobs, muffled by the fabric of his jacket when you press your face against his shoulder, break his heart, and once again, he wishes he could find the proper words to comfort you. He rests his cheek on top of your head, cradling you in his arms. “Shh,” he whispers. “It’s alright. You’re not alone.”

Childe/Tartaglia 

“If there’s anything I can do, please tell me. I’m here for you, buttercup.”

You probably get back home earlier than Childe on most days and usually, you greet him with a smile and a hug as soon as he comes through the door. So, it doesn’t take him long to realize that something is off when there’s no sign of you, and when he finds you curled up on the sofa or in your bed, it’s crystal clear that you’re upset about something.

It’s not hard to put one and one together and figure out that you most likely experienced a rough day at work, especially when you’ve been stressed out anyway recently. It pains him to see you like this because he knows he can’t really help you with these things. However, what he can and will do is to be there for you and listen if you need someone to talk.

Childe also doesn’t mind lying down next to you and holding you in his arms for a while without saying a single world. He just wishes he could make things a bit easier for you and take the burden off your shoulders. If he could, he’d even take some of your work off your hands to give you more time to rest and relax but since that’s not possibly he focuses on comforting you when you experience a bad time at work. 

Childe kisses the top of your head as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay,” he whispers reassuringly and wraps his arms around you in an attempt to shield you from the world that has caused you so much stress and anxiety today. “I’m here.” And he means it – no matter what happens, you can always count on him to catch you when you fall.

Zhongli

“You don’t have to talk about it but please know that you are not alone, my love.”

Zhongli is quite an observant man, so there’s really no point in trying to hide your struggles from him. To him, it’s always so obvious when you had a rough time at work, just from seeing the tension in your posture or how your eyes don’t sparkle as they do usually. It hurts him so much to see you like this but at the same time, he feels this somewhat irrational anger that someone (or something) is causing you so much stress. 

He wouldn’t ask you directly what’s wrong because he knows from experience that you’ll talk when you feel like it. Instead, he does a number of more subtle things to support you and cheer you up, like preparing your favorite food or offering you a massage because your shoulders are so tense and it surely is quite uncomfortable for you. 

He makes it very clear that you can always count on him, no matter what happened. Need some help with your work? He’s there. One of your colleagues has been talking you or your efforts down? He reassures you that you’re doing your best and you shouldn’t listen to them. 

“I’m sorry you had a rough day,” Zhongli says, his voice as soft and soothing as always, as he presses his thumb against a particularly tense spot right between your shoulder blades. When you let out a quiet sigh of relief, he leans down and brushes his lips against your neck in a gentle kiss. “You don’t have to go through this alone, my love. I’m by your side."

Thank you so much for reading! if you enjoyed it, please consider liking, reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I'd appreciate the support. <3

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[scorchieart]

Hi Scorchie! May I request Leon / 2 / Comfort / 2nd PoV from your grab-bag? 🥺🦁

Characters: Leon Dompteur x F!Reader

POV: 2nd person Genre: Comfort

Prompt #2: “When a flower doesn't bloom you fix the garden, not the flower.”

Wordcount: 928

A/N: Hiya Sui! Thanks for the request! A comforting Leon is just what the doctor ordered after a long day. I hope you'll enjoy this one!

You kicked your boots off and submerged your feet in the crystal-clear depths of the river, letting your breath release out your nose in as close to periodic cycles as your racing mind could manage. The once-still water rippled as your legs shook, and you tried not to focus on the swarms of tiny fish that glided away from where you stood. Instead, you watched the swishing motions of the cattail plants that grew bunched along the riverbank, most of which, you noticed, were your height if not slightly taller. 

“That better?” Leon said, emerging from the low bushes behind you. He reached to pick up your discarded boots and set them neatly on a large, flat stone jutting out above the river. He sat next to them and looked up at the sky.

“Yeah,” you heaved. Leon dwarfed the cattails from where he sat, looking surprisingly similar to a lion surrounded by his prostrating pride. An image that amused you greatly.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, a puzzled yet humored smile spreading across his face as he watched you clutch your stomach and laugh. 

“You… you just look so regal!” you wheezed, the tips of your hair splashing in the river as you bent down. Whatever fish dared attempt to approach you streaked away again instantly. “So regal! Even surrounded by nature. Like it’s second nature.”

You swallowed your last words and focused again on controlling your breath. Your hair fell like a curtain in front of your eyes, shielding Leon’s majestic view. A part of you knew he was staring directly at you. Maybe even through you.

“First nature, second nature, third nature… I don’t think any of that stuff really matters, so long as your heart’s in it,” Leon said. Over the rushing burble of the river you heard him stand, but you didn’t move. It was as though the water had turned your skin to ice.

“Easy for you to say,” you began, a strained sensation arising as you moved your lips. “All the things you put your heart into come so naturally to you. Politics, fighting, protecting, making friends…” your voice trailed off. You weren’t sure why the words sounded so bitter coming from you. Those were the qualities that made Leon the admirable leader he was; the same ones you parrotted every time his name came up in conversation. Yet now, alone in only his company, it was as though your parrot’s beak had finally been set correctly in place. And you didn’t like it.

A new set of ripples erupted beside yours, and you felt a light hand patting your head.

“Not everything,” he said. “I could never get lost in a book like you do.”

“A bookworm doesn’t have the influence of a prince,” you retorted.

“Oh yeah? Explain Chevalier.”

“No one can explain Chevalier.”

“Good point.”

You kept your eyes trained on the water as he laughed above you, his hearty chuckles filling the air. Several fish swam closer, curious.

“But you do know there’s nothing wrong with putting in effort, right? Prince or not, if it’s something you’re passionate about, you have only yourself to impress,” said Leon, his voice suddenly gaunt. You raised your head, curious to see his expression, but the same charming smile still masked his features.

“And with everyone watching?” you asked, unwrapping your arms from your stomach. “Can you really have the luxury of messing up after all that effort is put in on such a grand stage?”

He removed his hand and brought it to his chin in contemplation. “Well, since you’re asking a prince whose every action is monitored on a… what did you call it? ‘Grand stage.’ I’d like to tell you the pressure goes away with time.” He removed his hand and swiped the hair from your face behind your ear in a practiced, heart-stopping motion. “But you’re also asking Leon. And I’m telling you that every single day, I am just as nervous as my first.”

“I don’t believe you,” you said, feeling heat rise in your cheeks, but this time not from bitterness.

“Why not?”

“Because each day, the roses bloom more brilliantly than they did the last. And everyone attributes it to you.”

“Who told you that?” Leon asked, smirking.

“That’s the general consensus across town.”

“There are eight princes, you know.”

“Yes, but only one you.”

“Smooth. You got me right where it hurts!” He feigned getting shot in the heart and dramatically clutched at his chest. You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips.

“But I think you’re wrong. I can see one rose not blooming properly.” He stood up straight again and pointed at you. “And as far as I’m concerned, that's a failure on my part.”

“What’s one little dud when the rest of the garden is thriving?” you said, stepping out of the river. “Just because one measly screw up couldn’t keep up with the rest, it’s not a failure on the gardener’s part.”

“No. When a flower doesn’t bloom you fix the garden, not the flower,” he said.

“Smooth,” you repeated, pulling your boots back on. “From Sonia’s latest romantic thriller novel? And here you just claimed you weren’t a bookworm.”

“Chevalier read that part to me, actually.”

He was still in the river, and it was only at that moment you realized he still had his boots on, his pants submerged halfway up to his knees.

“There are countless try-hards and bookworms and roses out in the world,” he said, “but never forget there’s only one you.”

All the recent Leon content has been really exciting, he's seriously the best bro. Unrelated, but with this fic I am finally finished with my first set of the grab-bag prompts! Thanks to everyone who sent in a request and read the works, it's been an eye-opening experience, I cannot lie.

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[txemrn]

Hey, friends!  I'm ready to see some of y'all's future projects, whether they are fics, text edits or picta edits! Tags will be at the end, but if you are reading this, please consider yourself tagged to share!

If you're interested, check under the cut to find some of my current WIPs: 2 TRR snippets and 2 OPH snippets!

Thank you so much for all of the support! *hugs*

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Pour Two Glasses, Ch. 5: TBD  

TRR; Liam x Riley, Drake x Riley

As she approaches a knoll, a large shadow grants her body brevity from the warm sun. She brings a hand to her forehead, shielding the brightness from her eyes. She strains to make out the broad shapes and chiseled lines of the man standing before her. His eyes shimmer with the brilliance of the Mediterranean, his skin like the soft sands of Nissi.

“My love,” he smiles endearingly at her; he cups two filled wine flutes in one large hand as he extends his arm out towards her, his open palm ready to take her into his arms.

“My king,” she breathes, her heart swelling at the very presence of him. She drops her skirt. She draws closer to him as a smile brightly bubbles across her lips. It’s him; it’s really him.

But as their fingertips almost touch, Riley missteps.  She trips over an imperfection in the terrain as she falls to her knees, her hands catching her on the ground. As she looks back to her husband, he is gone.

“No,” she whispers as she frantically scours the rolling hills around her.

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TBD (one-shot)

Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)

“Ethan?” An older man grabs the young boy's skinny arms, gently shaking them to wake him up. “C’mon, buddy, it’s your birthday.”

“Dad,” the preteen groans, “just five more minutes.” He dramatically flops over, pulling the covers over his head.

“Well,” his father takes a seat on the side of his bed, “I guess then a certain eleven-year-old won’t get to open a birthday gift before his party–”

Ethan quickly lifts up the covers, peering at his dad with one eye barely open. “Really? I–I can open a gift before tonight?” Alan Ramsey holds up a small, wrapped box in the shape of a cassette tape. “No way… is that…?” He throws the covers off of his body as he sits up, stealing the present from his father.  He puts his ear up to it, shaking it gently. He scrunches up his freckled nose, his wide smile exposing his lone, cute displaced tooth as his crystal eyes dance with amazement.  “Did you get me the Pearl Jam album?”  

“Don’t know,” Alan feigns ignorance, shrugging his shoulders. “Guess you’ll have to open it up.”

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Stay, Chapter 3: Don't You Speak for Me

TRR AU; Drake Walker x f!OC; f!OC (Reid Ambrose) x ?

About this snippet... the Ambrose Siblings: Reid (24), Tana (21), Nick (18)

Tana looks to Reid with concern. "There are protests down in the villages–violent ones." She sighs, "they had to call in the national guard," she clenches her jaw. "They started mowing down Auvernese like dogs."  

The siblings fall silent as Reid takes in these words, confusion and a sense of anger etching across her face. She had taken the back way home; this was the first she had heard about any violence.

Thinking about all of the displaced people, her people, that sought safety in Cordonia during the war, Reid blinks back tears.  She kisses her niece's temple before attempting to change the subject, hoping for something less gloomy.

"So... where's Papa?"

Tana and Nicky exchange worrisome glances to one another before focusing on their older sister. "He went looking for you–"

"What?" Reid hisses, handing baby Mila back to her sister. "And you let him go?" She opens the front door and begins to unlock her bicycle. "How could you let him go?"

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Like Ships in the Night, Prologue: We Finally Got it Right

Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)... and other former pairings...

Recinching the white satin belt of my short, lace-trimmed robe startles him into a double-take.  “There you are,” he beams brightly at me; he offers a guilty smile as he claps his hands. “Nothing was open at 1:30 in the morning except…” he sighs, “the golden arches.”

Raising a playful eyebrow, I saunter closer to him, closing the gap between us. As I wrap my arms around his thick, swole musculature, his taut, strong arms envelop my own body. He pulls me closer, pressing me lovingly into the flat planes of his chest.

“Mmmm…" I nuzzle into him, "it’s perfect. My husband did good,” I steal a fry.

He smirks before kissing my forehead. He looks at his watch. “It’s been–” he clicks his tongue, “--nine hours? I really hope I haven’t messed this marriage-thing up too badly just yet. Although, I’m not so sure that feeding my wife McDonald’s on her wedding night is being a good husband.”

"I think you're doing a damn good job on keeping her satiated, Mr. Ramsey," I giggle under my breath.

The man truly is a god. His glorious tongue and nimble fingers permeated secret parts of me during our quaint wedding reception earlier, making us swiftly take our exit during the main course.  Even now after spending four breathless hours making love, I look up into those possessive crystal eyes, and my arousal instantly awakens.

God, I need him.

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[scorchedhearth]

Day. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

“Mayday, mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

enjoy @tatsujeff <3

“You’re an asshole,” Guy grunts, hauling Hal to his feet and jamming a shoulder under his arm to keep him standing. “Hey,” he says when Hal doesn’t react, barely making an effort to move. “Ya heard me? I said you’re an asshole.”

“I heard you just fine the first time, Guy,” Hal pants between breaths, one hand curling around his ribs. “I’m not.” Hal spits when Guy gets ready to repeat it, petulant and cold.

“Are too.” And finally Hal decides to start using his legs, putting a foot in front of the other.

“Am not!” He tries to sound pissed but he misses the marks and falls on a solid hurt and in a pathetic way, not an intimidating one.

“Are too.” And great, he’s got him going, at least now Hal is talking instead of gazing with unfocused eyes at the sky. “Dumbass here decides to go on a rescue mission all alone in planet bumfuck in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere without no backup and no battery, thinks it’s the best idea of the century.”

“You’re a dumbass too,” Hal cuts him off.

“Hold on, how was I supposed to know this weird ass crystal would siphon the ring’s energy?” They stumble off the bridge where Guy found him and onto the flat surface of the temple right next to it. He’s glad they’re not above hundreds of feet of void anymore, this crevasse is freaking him out.

“Maybe because I was lying right next to it, no ring and no shield, well on my way to choking to death!” Hal throws an arm in the air and Guy is impressed that a man who was so short on air barely minutes ago can go on a yelling spell without turning blue. He says so out loud, earns himself an eye roll. “We’re doomed.” Hal coughs a pained grunt when his twisted ankle hits a rock on the ground. “Gonna die here, all alone.”

“You’ve got me, asshole.” And they’re not going to die. Guy didn’t go to the trouble of tracking him down just to end here, he won’t let that happen. Hal’s quiet by his side, no smart comeback or barb, only focused on walking, still leaning half his weight on Guy and hoping on his good foot. Beads of sweat pearls at his forehead. He's too quiet. “Come on, pal. Talk to me now, don’t ya dare go out while I’m carrying you.”

“You’re not carrying me,” Hal huffs, indignant and prideful even with the strain on his voice.

“What d’you find anyway, doesn’t look like rescue needs to happen here.” Guy throws a look around, the entire planet’s dead, a fossilized rock with not even a bacteria or microbe on the surface. Just rocks and putrid gazes. There are remnants of civilization, of life, but it’s long gone.

“The call for help was lost, it didn’t reach a habited planet in time. When I got there, it was long past helping.” Hal explains. He talks about how he got there, and what he found, and how he decided to investigate the crystal before leaving, just in case. Guy listens, the tension in his chest relieving by the minute as Hal’s voice grows stronger with each word.

“Here,” Guy points at a bigger rock, one that looks like it could have been a bench, or some kind of chair ages ago. Hal’s been getting progressively paler as they walked, and he’d rather not have him keel over right now. Hal doesn’t even protest, which goes to show how badly he’s hurt. Looks like at least a couple of bruised ribs, if not more, and various pulls and twists in his limbs. The cut at his forehead is still sluggishly bleeding, matting his hair down.

“What now,” Hal asks with a gasp, holding his chest with both of his arms now.

“Now I save us both, and you say thank you, Guy, you’re the best.” He flashes his grin, the best one he can conjure up, the one that says everything’s just peachy.

“I’ll save that for when we’re back home,” Hal says, but he ignores him. Guy turns around and walks away from him and his bench, deeper into the room, paces along the baren hallway of the temple, holding up his ring and staring at it.

“Come on. Just a little, just enough to call ‘Wog or somthin’.” But nothing comes up, it’s dead, cold and heavy on his finger, unresponsive. Entirely useless. He stomps further down the hall, grinding his teeth. “Son of a-” as soon as his feet make contact with the ground, it cracks beneath his sole, and Guy watches horrified as the entire thing crumbles right underneath him.

He hears Hal yelling somewhere behind him as he’s suddenly swallowed by a dark empty, and he realizes the temple is built directly above that freaky canyon. John should have some words with the one who designed this place about safety regulations, Guy thinks as Hal's voice follows him down the hole.

He doesn’t have time to be afraid, or think much else, really, because he leaves the open sky for deep darkness, not even seconds later there’s a flash of green around him and his back hits something hard and unyielding. The violence of the shock makes everything fuzzy around him, and before he can understand what’s going on he slips out of consciousness, Hal's yells reaching the edge of his mind.

#hal just recharge his ring made of his own will to catch guy #guy will yell himself blue for ten minutes because why the fuck couldn't he have done that before? dumbass #wt22 #halguy #dc

[kinglyisms-archived]

@solmxri picked a fight they can't win: Luka has attempted to shield him from the witch's eyes, but hearing how the bastard was speaking to him... it snapped something in Matei's mind. And with out thinking, he push his way in front of Luka and started going off. "What the fuck is your problem! What has Luka ever done to you?! He tries and he tries to ignore, to not cause issues, and yet you just keep pushing and pushing! For what?! To recover your fragile pride? Revenge? I know not all rich people are entitled pricks, but you just take the fucking cake and shit all over it!"

"Matei!" Luka hissed quietly, reaching out to try and grab the shorter man. He can see the anger on Wyatt's face, the growing frustration and rage that was developing there each time Matei spoke. It was causing his heart, dead or not, to fear what was going to happen. Matei wasn't as strong as him. He was breakable. He could die. He could be lost.

Luka can't lose Matei.

But the shorter man was to worked up, to full of anger, to determined to pick a fight with the Witch. He raged, threw his arms around, glared like a small dog facing off against a bigger one. All in Luka's defense. It wasn't going to work, this wasn't going to protect him, this was just going to get Matei hurt and he just doesn't see that. Doesn't understand that.

Luka doesn't pay attention to Wyatt enough to see when he moves. He was to focused on trying to get Matei to back down that the Witch actually gets one up on him. Which was the most frustrating thing that's happened this week. Wyatt pulled his hand back and swung, his balled up first smacking into the side of Matei's face and throwing him down onto the ground.

Caught off guard Luka freezes in place, his eyes widening and head moving between Matei on the ground and the psychopath that chose to hit him. He finds himself torn between moving to help Matei and putting the witch down. The decision is made for him when Wyatt takes another step toward Matei.

"𝘞𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘵."

Ice settled across the room, the temperature dropping a frightening amount. Their breath can be seen, the spiderweb of blue, crystal frost spreading across the floor and walls. His voice is calm, his eyes bled red. He had told the man, he could only push him so far before he pushed back.

ɴᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

Wyatt manages to draw his sword before Luka was on him. His hand wrapping around the Witch's throat and shoving him back against the wall. The force of the power and speed cause it to crack, jarring the witch in both shock and alarm. He squeezes, wanting to snap his neck, wanting to rip him apart. He's inches from sinking his fingers into his throat and just slaughtering him.

The sword sinks into his chest and Luka has the second to realize it's there before the fact it's silver registers. His heart doesn't beat but he's fairly certain in that moment it skips. That it twists in his chest as a bit of fear actually fills his veins. Luka blinks at the sword, then Wyatt's face, and clenches his jaw hard enough to grind his teeth down. He twists out of the way, the sword dragging along his insides, and throws Wyatt onto the ground.

He's having a hard time breathing and that isn't something he even needs to do. His vision blurrs a bit. He's dizzy.

"Luka!" "Wyatt!"

He doesn't even register Akira and Amir, their voices in the distance behind the ringing in his ears.

"ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ!"

There's a wave of his hands, a sharp motion, and a section of the floor between Wyatt and Luka explodes. It forces the two of them apart, Luka crumbling to the floor, drenched in blood and on the verge of either a snap or dying. Hiroki never thought he'd see the day. Akira and Amir move to hold Wyatt down and back, keep him from making this worse. Hiroki lowers his hands down and turns to Matei.

"Can you stand? Luka needs blood. Real blood, not those damn tablets." He'll bleed himself for his friend if he needs to.

#; long post #♚ — resident; hiroki nakamura. #♚ — resident; luka reid. #♚ — resident; wyatt cross. #♚ — inquires answered. #♚ — solmxri; matei. #solmxri #Wyatt: actual stabs him #Luka: well fuck reverse uno card I'm actually dying

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Whumptober Day 3: Impaled

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

This is the first of several Whumptober fills I’m doing! This one takes place after Altair and Elze’ith arrive in the valley, but before Altair becomes possessed.

Contains: Fantasy setting, monster hunting, painful magical healing, adult language, blood, mild gore, queerplatonic whumpee/caretaker

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The damned monster just wouldn’t. Go. Down.

It looked almost like a porcupine, if porcupines were as tall as a person and had quills made out of crystal. The rigid spines were particularly good at deflecting magic; Altair’s flames bounced off them harmlessly, unable to pierce through to the monster’s soft flesh. All the while the creature kept coming at them with whirling claws, keeping Elze’ith on his back foot as he tried to maintain his protective barriers.

It was infuriating.

“Surely it’ll get tired at some point, right?” he shouted, sending a lance of flame straight for the creature’s head. It merely curled up, and the fire scattered across its crystal spines. Shadows danced across the cave walls for a moment before the embers faded and the only light came from the cave entrance several dozen feet away.

“We might run out of magic before that happens,” Elze’ith called back serenely. The monster uncurled and lunged towards him, only to bounce off his shield. Snarls of frustration echoed throughout the cave. “I’m going to try to blind it. Get ready.”

Elze’ith brought one arm down to dismiss his shield, and thrust his other arm out. Altair grabbed his cloak and threw it over his face to shield his eyes as brilliant white light filled the cavern. The monster screeched, and Altair could make out the sounds of its feet shuffling backwards on stone. As the light faded Altair lowered his arm in preparation to take advantage of the opportunity.

He looked just in time to see an array of spines fly from the monster’s tail, one of which was heading straight for him.

A gasp tore from his lungs as he collided with the cave wall, his head slamming against the rock. At the same time pain, fierce and all-consuming, had erupted in his stomach. For a moment all he saw was black, and he had to blink several times for his vision to remotely clear. Even then the world was blurry and unfocused. He could see the outline of the monster and Elze’ith, and when he looked down, he could make out the green-blue line of a crystal spine protruding from his gut. A red ring was growing around it.

Nausea twisted within him, almost indistinguishable from the agony. He tasted bile, or maybe blood, or maybe both. He tried to press his hands around the spine—put pressure on the wound, he remembered Elze’ith saying something about that— but his limbs didn’t seem to want to cooperate.

“Shit!” Even through the pain and dizziness, he would know Elze’ith’s voice anywhere. Altair watched through blurry vision as his love picked up one of the discarded quills and rushed up to the monster. He couldn’t quite make out what happened next, but the monster wailed and went still.

Good. The job was done.

He blinked, and Elze’ith was in front of him. His heartbeat throbbed in time to the sound of dripping liquid. The pain seemed to wax and wane with each pulse. “Altair. Sunshine. Can you hear me?”

“My love.” He smiled lazily. That was definitely blood he was tasting. “I knew you could do it.”

His eyes still weren’t focusing, but maybe Elze’ith smiled back. “Yes, the monster is dead. But its spine is lodged in your stomach. I need to take it out so I can heal you.”

The words jolted something in him. When he spoke, his voice was as serious as he could muster. “That’s going to hurt, isn’t it.”

“I know, sunshine. I know. I’ll be as gentle as I can. Here—” Something soft was pressed against his lips, and he bit down on it dutifully. “Bite down on this. And hold onto my arm.” Elze’ith pressed an arm against Altair’s shoulder, and Altair did his best to grab it. His hands were slick and his grip was weak, but it was what Elze’ith needed, so he tried.

“All right,” Elze’ith breathed. He almost sounded nervous. “On three. One, two, three!”

The cloth in his mouth was the only thing that held back his scream. If the spine being inside him was painful, then it being pulled out was excruciating beyond anything Altair had ever experienced. His hands tightened around Elze’ith’s arm as he bucked and writhed, instinctively trying to escape the inescapable agony. It seemed to last an eternity. Several times he almost unthinkingly sparked fires in his hands because he was sure he needed to defend himself, because the only reason he could be in this much pain was due to someone doing harm to him; the only reason he didn’t was Elze’ith, murmuring soothing nonsense until the spine was free.

Then it was replaced by Elze’ith’s hand on the wound and the all-too-familiar feeling of organs and blood vessels and skin repairing itself. Altair leaned his head back against the cave wall and groaned into his cloth gag, praying for it to be over soon. He was ever grateful for his partner’s ability to mend torn skin and broken bones, but the spike of pain never got any easier to bear.

Eventually the pain receded to a dull ache, and Elze’ith guided him to a sitting position on the cave floor. “Are you still with me, sunshine?”

Altair pulled the gag out of his mouth. It was Elze’ith’s scarf, now stained slightly with blood. He’d have to find a way to wash that out. “That could have gone much better. Thank you, dearest.”

Elze’ith cupped his cheek. The smile, watery but relieved, on his face warmed Altair’s heart. “I’m just glad you’re alright, Altair.”

Altair grinned. “I’m always alright. Especially with you around, my love.”

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #impaled #OC #fic #adult language #blood #gore #whumpee/caretaker #fantasy whump #magic #flicker in the dark #altair buchannan oc #elze'ith sylrel oc #silly writes #whump writing

[mrultra100]

Even with how I doubt myself, along with all of the other Pokemon that I love and can’t put into a team, this is now my own personal team of 6, all based on not only my tastes, but also things like personal experience, aesthetics that I like, some special quirk to them like a certain Ability or move, that sorta jazz.

Hisuian Samurott- It was very hard for me to decide my favorite starter. Skeledirge, Venussur, Incineroar, and Swampert were all good contenders. But, at the end of the day, the spiky-shelled otter samurai managed to win out. Part of why I loved Legends: Arceus was how it went about with the new regional forms being a good majority of new Pokémon, and that rings true for the first starter-based regional forms in the series. While I considered regular Samurott to be a alright Pokemon, it doesn’t have enough of the same charm for it to be on the same rank as favorites like the aforementioned Venusaur and Skeledirge. The Hisuian variant completely flips the script on that, by turning Samurott into a much more spikier, samurai-focused, Water/Dark bruiser. The design and pattern of its shell, along with its mustache, have made this Pokemon a lot better. If we get more Legends games with regional final evos like this, I’ll be all for it.

Pincurchin- Of course, my favorite Pokémon just HAD to be here, and I’m not complaining about a single bit of it. Pincurchin is a banger in of itself. Yes, it does look weak, but this is my team, I make the rules here. If you do it right, a Pincurchin is able to be a pint-powerhouse in its own right. I’ve had this Pokémon for both my Shield and Scarlet teams, so I know what I’m talking about. Also, it’s cute as a button. Gotta give it extra “points” for that. (Yes, I couldn’t resist making a stupid sea urchin pun, I’m not sorry)

Tyrantrum- As dinosaur-crazy as I am, Tyrantrum was actually what got me into being really into T. Rex. Long before the days of the lipped, sparely feathered, chonky swimmers that we know and love, the world’s most famous dinosaur just didn’t appeal to me as much as it does today. Who would’ve thought Pokémon would come and help with that? Not only is Rock/Dragon a cool type combination, nor does it have a banger ability (Strong Jaw), I actually had a Level 100 Tyrantrum during the X and Y days. I wish I actually brought him over to future games, as he was sadly lost to history, but he basically was my main man.

Yanmega- I have to give kudos to Legends Arceus again for making me appreciate another Pokemon that I didn’t thought up at first. Not only does Yanmega tap into my liking of bugs very well (A title rivaled by Vikavolt, Lokix, and a few other Pokémon), it certainly has that kaiju feel to it. The one that I used in Legends was named Megagarius. That name alone should be pretty obvious to anyone who knows even a LICK of Godzilla.

Mimikyu- Long before Pincurchin came onto the scene, I considered Mimikyu to be my favorite Pokémon. Since I’m a sucker for some good ol’ gothic horror, how can I even say no to the little guy? Fun typing, equally fun ability, and even more delightfully creepy backstory aside, this has to be one of the cutest of all Pocket Monsters out there. I’m so happy that everyone has decided to show the little guy with love. He rightfully deserved it, dammit!

Glimmora- I am so, SO sorry to Clodsire and Revavroom, but the funny crystal flowersponge has them both beat. Not only does it have a fun and interesting type, along with a absolutely bonkers ability that makes it a threat to face as the first Pokémon, but Glimmora’s design might actually be one of the best in the franchise in a long time, even with many others rivaling it. I’m not gonna go into full detail about its inspirations here, as I’ve got a full-on post planned for it in the future, but as a quick taste for now; Think of this Pokémon (and its pre-evolution) as a three way between a nightshade flower, a hunk of copper sulfate, and a deep-sea sponge.

Given how Tumblr doesn’t let you add in more than 10 pictures for some stupid reason, I can only afford to add in 4 additional ‘Mons that got close to being in the team. While the sheer agony of 6 slots makes it hard to come up with a team that you’d be cool to spend a lifetime with, made even more harder that there are now more than 1000 of these things now, I find it interesting to stay true to yourself when making a Pokémon team. Who knows? If you’ve struggled come up with a perfect team like me, you just need to list down which interests and aesthetics suit you the best. Maybe then, you could find the team that screams “You” the most.

#pokemon #ultra ramblings #team building

[paranoik0sempristis]

hi this is my first time writing here and i wanted to share a witchcraft experience. (note sorry if i have mistakes my english are kinda shit).

So a little backstory so u can get the point. Firstly i have never practiced physical witchcraft . I only studied because i wanted to know where i’m getting myself into. So i studied witchcraft for the past 4 years but i wasn’t constant on it cause i had other things to do. Theres so much shit to learn before practicing and its also confusing when and how to start . I cant find directions anywhere. With that in note

just now i just made my first spell . With whatever knowledge i have on witchcraft. And i guess im not going to be a bitch and gate keep what i did

imma tell u what i did step by step cause i don’t know what i did was right or wrong but it feels right to me …

So what i wanted to do was to cast a protection spell on me , healing and cleansing my mind from bad habits i constantly have, like remembering traumatic events.

Its night btw and the moon is like half a ring.

i opened the windows and cleansed my room with white sage. Then i lighted up 8 small candles and placed them on the floor like a little circle , cleansed my crystals and me and burned a bay leaf that said (PROTECT Y/N). Then i started to do 5 minutes meditation, guarding myself by imagining i have a bubble around me as a shield. I placed a crystal on my forehead (clear quartz) and teased my third eye.

when i was completely relaxed i lightened up a joint.

(im an adult dw) i used it as more relaxation, focusing, patience.

when i stopped smoking i started to write on a note book. I started to write to a person i wanted to get out of my head . I began saying that i want to clear my head from them . How i exactly felt my situation with that person ( be completely honest even if it hurts u) . Then i said that i understand and forgive myself and them . I said exactly how i got hurt and how my karma came back to me as well. Lastly i said that i wish them the best. An amazing life , how thankful i am for them and said goodbye with love.

i stop writing. I re-read the whole paper and then i fold it until became a small piece of paper . i placed the paper on a plate, i placed a bay leaf on top of the piece of paper , i dripped a melted candle on top , placed a small candle and light it up . Then i sprinkle the whole previous bay leaf (PROTECT Y/N) on top of the small candle . And lastly i placed some crystals.

i sat for a while and looked on the spell i just did. Later i placed my work on a desk in my room and i left it now to melt so it could work.

Now i can tell you how i feel after this spell.

I felt immediately amazing. I felt that everything worked cause i putted my heart and energy. I still feel relaxed and i dont have anxiety. Its like curse was broken.

What do you think ? Do you think that this was a good move as a beginner? Did i do something wrong? Idk what im doing i need help and tips please❤️

#witchcraft #witch #herbs #spells #spellwork #spellcraft #spellcasting #baby witch #begginer witch

[within-crystals]

Black Obsidian Bracelet

Guarding Your Energy: Ways To Shield Your Black Obsidian Bracelet!

A black obsidian bracelet is not just a beautiful piece of jewelry; they are also believed to possess protective and healing properties. 

It's essential to take proper care of it to ensure that your black obsidian bracelet continues to serve you well and retains its lustrous appearance, it's essential to take proper care of it.

1. Avoid Harmful Chemicals And Cleaners

Chemicals found in cleaning agents, perfumes, and cosmetics can harm your black Obsidian bracelet. Over time, they can erode the bracelet's surface and reduce its natural shine. 

To protect it, remove your bracelet before applying these products. If it does come into contact with them, wipe it gently with a damp, clean cloth to remove any residue.

2. Keep It Separate

It's advisable to store your black obsidian bracelet separately to prevent unsightly scratches and potential damage. 

Consider using individual compartments in a jewelry box or soft pouches that protect your bracelet and preserve its unique energy.

3. Protect From Sunlight And Heat

Sunlight and heat can be the enemy of real obsidian bracelet. The stone's color and clarity may gradually change when exposed to direct sunlight or extreme heat. Store your bracelet in a cool, dark place to maintain its original beauty and energetic properties.

4. Avoid Physical Stress

While black obsidian is a sturdy stone, it's not invulnerable to physical stress. Remove your bracelet when engaging in sports, weightlifting, or any tasks that might expose it to potential harm. This extra care ensures your bracelet remains intact and unscathed.

5. Gentle Cleaning

Routine cleaning is essential for maintaining the vibrancy of your Obsidian stone bracelet.

To clean it effectively without causing harm, dampen a soft cloth or brush and gently wipe the surface. 

Be patient and avoid using abrasive materials or harsh chemicals, as they can mar the bracelet's appearance.

6. Stay Dry

Prolonged exposure to water can lead to the weakening of the bracelet's elasticity. 

It's best to remove it before swimming, showering, or participating in water-related activities. 

If your bracelet gets wet, pat it dry with a soft cloth as soon as possible to prevent damage.

7. Regular Inspection

Periodically inspect your Obsidian crystal bracelet for any signs of wear and tear. Check for loose beads, fraying elastic, or any damage to the stone. Early detection allows for prompt repairs, ensuring the longevity of your cherished accessory.

8. Mindfulness And Positive Intentions

Beyond its aesthetic appeal, black obsidian is known for its protective and grounding properties. To amplify these attributes, take a moment to be mindful when putting on your bracelet. 

Set positive intentions, focusing on the protection and healing you seek. This mindful practice can enhance the bracelet's energetic influence in your life.

9. Proper Storage

When your black obsidian bracelet is not gracing your wrist, it deserves a safe and cozy home. 

Store it in a fabric or padded pouch to shield it from dust and potential scratches. Remember that proper storage is essential to maintaining its beauty and energy.

Conclusion

Your black obsidian bracelet symbolizes protection and healing, making it a significant part of your life. 

By following these detailed care guidelines, you can ensure that it remains a beautiful piece of jewelry and a potent source of positive energy. 

At Within Crystals, we understand your deep connection with your black obsidian bracelet and the importance of keeping it in its best condition. 

We offer a wide range of high-quality obsidian bracelets and other healing crystals to help you on your journey to harness the power of these remarkable gemstones. 

Remember that as you care for your bracelet, it, in turn, will continue to guard your energy, offering you strength, protection, and a radiant source of positive vibrations.

Visit our website to learn more about Amethyst Bracelet.

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[rxsafetyglasses]

Protect Your Eyes in Style with Wiley X Safety Sunglasses

The Wiley X brand is one of those that truly focuses on a premium pair of sunglasses or safety glasses. As a result, you can see a difference when you have a pair of Wiley X Safety glasses or even Wiley X Safety Sunglasses. They are truly a great pair, from their unique design to just how much focus they put into their features. 

So whether you’re looking for protection against hazards in the workplace, from the sun, or just from wind, dirt, dust, and debris, having a pair of Wiley X Sunglasses or Wiley X Safety glasses will ensure you’re protected with full visual clarity. 

Another item to note is that it’s very simple to take any of your Wiley X Safety glasses options and make them into Wiley X prescriptions safety glasses directly online through RX-Safety, as long as you have your complete prescription. So let’s look at some options with that blend of design, comfort, safety, and enhanced visual clarity. 

Wiley X Alfa

You can grab these as Wiley X prescription safety glasses in either matte black, Gloss Clear Crystal, or Gloss Crystal Light Olive frames. For those going the sunglasses route, the lenses easily provide 100% UVA and UVB protection as well as come in some beautiful color options such as Captive Polarized Blue or Bronze Mirror Lenses. 

These frames also come with ANSI Z87+ safety ratings with integrated side shields to accommodate any splash that may come in from the peripherals. Due to their 6-base lens construction, these are also better for those that are looking for a frame suited for higher prescriptions. 

Wiley X Grid

The Wiley X Grid is extremely tough and durable, from the frame construction made of triloid nylon material to the Shatterproof Selenite polycarbonate lenses that are Shatterproof Selenite™. 

In addition, they come with extra protection from their Facial Cavity™, which helps protect against unwanted dirt, debris, and other irritants. Then there’s the ANSI Z87.1 ratings these Wiley X safety sunglasses have achieved. You can get the frames in either Matte Black Ops, Matte Cool Gray, or Matte Utility Green. As always, with the Wiley X Series, you can easily get your prescription strength and lenses. 

Wiley X Omega

The last pair of Wiley X prescription sunglasses are the Wiley X Omega. They have ANSI Z87.1 safety standards to protect against those high-impact and velocity situations while also having that wrap-around design to securely fit on your face and stay on there. 

You can get these in Kryptek Neptune with your choice of prescription lenses or polarized emerald mirror lenses, or in the classic matte black frame with a variety of Captivate polarized lenses such as Gray or Bronze or even with the Wheeler Captive Polarized Green Mirror Lenses. When you go with the polarized route, you’ll help protect against glare and distortions and 100% UVA and UVB protection.

Always remember, as with all the frames available on RX-Safety, that if you’re wondering exactly what your prescription or prescription sunglasses options are, you can directly find out when purchasing your prescription lenses through the site.

#WileyXSafetySunglasses

[aviationlover4life]

Prince of the Stars / Chapter 9

Surprise Attack

After the friendly one on one duel against Prince Lotor and Erza Scarlet, there was an alarm that blared through the castle, alerting everybody on board. Prince Lotor, the Paladins, and the two wizards immediately gathered up on the castle bridge. "What's going on?" Shiro asked.

"There's an unknown anomaly approaching the castle, and the scanners can't seem to identify it," Princess Allura explained while looking over the holographic displays in front of her.

"Holy Quiznak! It's power levels are off the charts!" Coran exclaimed, looking on from his station.

"It looks like a dragon," Keith commented. "It is, in fact that's -" before Jellal could finish his statement, an alarm sounded and a display of red lights popped up on the screens. WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! The alarm system sounded in an autotuned voice. The dragon opened it's jaw and a ball of energy, which came shooting towards the Castle of Lions.

"Particle barrier UP!" Allura shouted, and a few seconds later, a glowing hexagonal shield quickly enveloped the ship.

Just a split second after the particle barrier enveloped the ship, it was overwhelmed by an energy beam twice as powerful as a Galran ion cannon. Even more alarms blared and the screens soon showed that the particle barrier was taking critical damage.

"We're about to lose the particle barrier!" Allura shouted. The ship's defenses then kicked into overdrive and diverted all shields to the bow.

"If this keeps up, the ship will be destroyed!" Coran shouted.

Jellal looked up at the flashing screens and his eyes narrowed, "Your Majesty, let me up on the Crystal Matrix. I have an idea."

"Are you sure?" she asked the blue haired mage and then looked to Erza. She gave a determined nod, "You can trust him Princess," the requip mage reassured her. Then the ship jolted violently, knocking everyone to the floor. The force of the jolt caused Allura to fall backwards off the Crystal Matrix platform.

Erza charged forward and caught Allura, enveloping the Princess's upper body and head in her arms just before she slammed into the floor.

"Are you alright Princess?" Erza asked.

"Yes, thank you," Allura said. The warning system blared again. WARNING! PARTICLE BARRIER CRITICAL! Allura and Erza got up off the floor.

Jellal asked her again, "May I proceed, Princess?"

"Please do, and hurry. I don't know how much longer the particle barrier is going to hold."

"Understood," Jellal stepped up on the Crystal Matrix platform, placed his hands on both the glowing pillars, and focused on transferring his magic energy into the castle defense systems. As Jellal began to transfer his magic into the castle defense systems, a golden glow enveloped him.

Everyone tensed up and prepared for the worst, that is until the sustained blast that was overwhelming the already critical particle barrier, suddenly weakened and then stopped. Everyone except for Jellal looked up and saw the turquoise barrier flicker out and then watched as a beautiful golden barrier replaced it. A groan was heard and everyone looked over to see Jellal panting and sweating profusely.

"Fire the blasters," Jellal panted.

Coran quickly lined up the blasters, locked in on the dragon, and fired.

DEEEAAAAARRRRRGGG!!!

The castle jolted slightly as a beam of pure golden energy shot out. As it shot out, the barrier opened up and allowed the beam the freedom to shoot out into open space. The beam struck the dragon with such force that it put off a shockwave which slammed into the barrier, causing it to flicker.

This was the last straw for Jellal though. The blue haired mage sighed and fell backwards. Keith rushed forward and caught him before he hit the floor. Without so much as a second thought, Shiro immediately took charge.

"Princess, we need to open a wormhole out of here while we still can,"

"Right," Allura took her place on the Crystal Matrix platform and focused on powering up the teladuv. A glowing circular portal appeared in front of the ship a few seconds later and Coran throttled up the engines, powering the ship into the wormhole.

Once the ship exited the wormhole, Erza rushed over to her collapsed husband and gently took him from Keith into her arms.

"Oh Jellal," she murmured and cradled his upper body, holding him close. After about 5 minutes of awkward silence, Shiro finally broke it.

"I can't imagine how much trouble the universe would be in if Zarkon got his hands on that kind of power." he commented. "Are you talking about that dragon we just escaped from?" Keith asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," Shiro sighed. Jellal then stirred and his eyes cracked open to reveal Erza's beautiful face smiling down at him.

"Hello my beautiful angel..." he murmured with goofy smile. "Jellal, you're always so cute like this," Erza said as she ruffled his cerulean hair. There was a collective awww that went around the room, causing both wizards to blush.

#princeofthestars #chapter9 #surpriseattack #fairytail #voltronlegendarydefender #jellalfernandes #erzascarlet #princessallura #princelotor #takashishirogane #keithkogane #lancemcclain #pidgegunderson #hunkgarrett #coran #castleoflions #crossoverfic

[foliotitta]

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If your ring is already 2s, I suggest to get Memecoleous and Amalgam (Upgrade of Deniala). I specifically use Dusk and Felicitoad here because felicitoad has reduce dmg. Or you can also use Candela II or Felicitoad (upgrade of Golden Iconos). If you already pierced your add gear to 2s, get Dusk Machina first and 2nd one can be Corroded Knight Captain or crystas that may increase your mana. I specifically use SDM and Mom Fluck since i sdm can give ampr and mp at the same time while mon fluck can give more mp and frac barrier. If you don't want Sapphire Roga then I suggest Arcoiris or Super Death Mushroom. You can also use Ifrid/Mom Fluck for more mp and fractional barrier. Daddy Finpen gives you guard rate and guard power which means lower damage intake when you forgot to use pdef.

Toram online fairy feather upgrade#

If you already pierced your arm to 2s, I suggest to upgrade Boss Roga to Sapphire Roga first then Daddy Finpen for the second. These two items are very beneficial on holding aggro and maintaining your mana. If you already pierced your ohs to 2s, I suggest to get Hero Potum as first xtal then Blood Smear Crystal (upgrade of Evil Magic Sword) for the second.

Toram online fairy feather update#

I will update the builds here soon once I'm satisfied with my current build but if you're new to tanking, I recommend you to use Mtl>Vit stat first since not all boss have fractional damage and you need high hp :>

Toram online fairy feather manual#

I have higher Agi than Vit to increase my motion speed and my attack speed since I can dodge/block most of the attacks due to the current manual guarding update and new shield skills. But then again, there's no such thing as a perfect tank and I'm about to discuss the pros and cons with this build.Īnother update: I'm currently using Mtl>Agi>Vit stat. As of now, I have three kinds of tank (ohs, bg, and knux). Before I forgot, tanks can be a mage, an ohs user, a knux, a bg, and a semi-tank ths. If you are able to handle both of them, that's really great! But I don't prefer increasing my def/mdef because my build is Pdef type/timing-based which means my tank build is more focused on dodging enemy attacks or blocking fatal damages. Max Mtl stat can give you 75% ailment resistance (correct me if I'm wrong), if you put resistance items together you probably have full ailment resistance but aggro will be the problem. Why do I choose Mtl > Vit then? Mtl increases the chance of not getting an ailment such as ignite. Others go for Vit > Int stat or Vit > Mtl. Update: Currently edited the recommended items for tanking! (May 2020)Ĭurrently, I am using Mtl > Vit stat. Update: Currently resting from the game (Sept 2019) If you got suggestions, please do comment so other aspiring tanks out there can have more options. I won't be deleting nor disabling my Amino Account so you can view this guide as much as you want to. This will be my final post since I already quitted a few months ago but I would like to leave a good impression to y'all. Good tanking doesn't mean you actually need the greatest and expensive items/crystas around Toram.

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somewhere down the line I lost one of Iph’s lightsaber crystals now I gotta get crafting again :((

#though as i was told the other night on discord #you can put crystals in focuses and shields and so on? #game changer #so i made a bunch of yellow ones because that's the materials i had but #iph is a fire-red gal

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just let me adore you || h. styles

warnings: swearing, kissing, briefly proofread

word count: 2.3k

summary: a holiday in italy involves an unusual amount of shampoo and lusting...

The villa was somewhat quiet. The sound of solitary piano notes echoed through the halls. Harry’s hair was dishevelled from his heavy night’s sleep prior to the warm morning he found himself emersed in. While his fingers were busy working away at the grand piano, his eyes were preoccupied with following your form around the backyard of the villa. 

You were sat by the pool, your book long forgotten. Your sunglasses were shielding your eyes from the unrelenting Italian sun. Your hair was pinned up, your skin exposed to the heat of the morning. 

Harry’s attention was suddenly pulled away by the sound of your father emerging from the kitchen. “Morning, Haz,” he grinned, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “Any plans for today?”

He shrugged, “Might just, you know, work on some music.”

“A man committed to his career, that’s what I like to see,” your father said. 

Harry nodded awkwardly, offering the older man a quick smile. Once your father disappeared into the lounge, Harry found his eyes wandering back to you. But you’d vanished. Had there not been wet footprints staining the concrete poolside, there would be no trace you’d been there at all. 

Focusing on the lone notes the piano had no trouble emitting became an increasingly difficult task. All he could seem to focus on was you and the obnoxiously loud laughter of your mother and his own in the kitchen. He huffed loudly, pulling his jacket around himself tightly. He clambered up from the piano stool, stalking through to the kitchen to kindly ask if the two women could lower to volume slightly. However, he was soon silenced by the sight of you sat on the countertop of the island, your legs swinging beneath you, a peeled tangerine in your delicate hands. You were smiling slightly as the women couldn’t help but laugh at something Anne had said. 

A bundle of nerves unravelled itself inside of Harry’s stomach when you looked up and locked eyes with him. Your mother and Anne quickly quietened down at Harry’s sudden presence in the doorway. “Morning, darling,” Anne smiled. 

“Morning, Mum,” he replied, breaking his gaze away from your own. “Do you, uh, do you mind if you can keep it down a bit? I’m trying to work.”

“Work?” your mum asked. “Harry, dear, we’re in Italy! Why don’t you wait to work when you get home.”

“I know, but I feel most inspired when I’m away from my house,” he tried to explain. 

“Just take a break, Harry. Relax… you know, unwind,” Anne said softly. 

He sighed, “Okay. Fine. I’m going to shower.”

And with that, he spun on his heel and left the kitchen. You’d been silent throughout the entire exchange, glancing between Harry and your half-eaten tangerine. As you watched him leave, you averted your attention back to your book that was being held open by a mug you’d quickly put down so as not to lose your place.  

Harry found himself running his hands through his dark hair, which was now coated in mango-scented shampoo. He’d just grabbed it off the shelf in the shower, assuming it came as a complimentary luxury with the villa. As the hot water trickled down his body, he allowed his muscles to relax. He knew his mum was right: he needed to separate himself from his music for a few days. But he was only working away tirelessly at the grand piano because it kept his mind off you. If it wasn’t music, it was you. If it wasn’t you, it was music. 

These yearly holidays used to be enjoyable for Harry. Right up until he was fourteen and he realised he liked you. Then they became almost torturous. As soon as he began to see you in this different light, your presence and whereabouts became apparent to his senses. Before, you always seemed to swim in the pool with Gemma or play in her room. He’d occupy himself with your brother by going down to the beach or playing tag in the extensive gardens of the Italian villa. But you suddenly seemed to be everywhere. He’d go down to the beach and there you’d be with your parents or Gemma. He’d be running through the gardens trying to find your brother after an afternoon of hide and seek, and yet he’d discover you reading or gossiping with his sister. All of this, but the summer you didn’t come with your family because you were going away to Scotland with your then-boyfriend instead was utterly dreadful for him.

When he was finished in the shower, he wasted the rest of the day by the pool in hopes you’d venture out with your books and tangerines. But alas, you did not. It was only when the sun was dipping below the horizon did he next lay eyes on you. He was sat at the dining table, his plate before him. You grinned at him, sitting down opposite him. You kept quiet as your parents chatted away mindlessly with Anne, only sharing a brief and quiet conversation with your brother, who you were sat beside. 

Gemma hadn’t come this year, leaving Harry and Anne alone with your family. Anne didn’t seem to have a problem with that at all. After all, she and your mother were such good friends and always had been. You had always been content in your own company. And your brother seemed to spend all his time with your father, something about inheriting the family business. So, Harry had found a companion in the villa’s grand piano, which had now been stripped away from him courtesy of his mother. 

It wasn’t as if you were deliberately being cold to Harry. You actually quite admired him and you knew you always had. And it wasn’t as if you weren’t aware of his eyes following you everywhere you went. But you liked the attention. You wanted to know just what you could do to him. So, when your foot accidentally grazed his leg beneath the table, you didn’t even look at him. After all, it was a mere accident. 

When, at last, your father was finished with his meal, you helped Anne clear away the dishes and your mother as she washed up. While your father and brother ventured through to the lounge to watch a football game, Harry went straight to his room. 

An hour passed and he was too busy on his phone to notice you enter his room. When you cleared your throat, he finally looked up. His eyes were wide like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He hurriedly shut off his phone, blackness overtaking the screen that had once presented your Instagram profile to him. “Oh, hi, Y/N,” he said as you sat yourself down at the foot of his bed. 

“Oh? Didn’t realise you were expecting someone else,” you smirked. 

“No, no, no. I, uh, I wasn’t. I was just surprised to see you,” he said quickly. 

“Right,” you grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He watched your face screw up suddenly. You leaned forward towards him, before laughing. “What?” he asked. “What’s funny?”

“Is that my shampoo?” you questioned. 

“Shit. I just thought it was a, you know, freebie. I didn’t realise it was yours. Shit. I wouldn’t have used it if I knew it was yours. Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

As he rambled, he remembered that the two of you shared the same bathroom. It was between your respective bedrooms, doors leading to both. Of course it was your shampoo. You chuckled at his ramblings, “It’s okay Harry. It’s just shampoo. You can use it whenever.”

“Oh,” he let out a sigh of relief. “Well, for what it’s worth, I thought it smelt wonderful.”

You smiled, “Thanks. I have a pomegranate one in my suitcase that I think you’d love.”

“Really? Why did you bring two shampoos?” he asked. 

You shrugged, “So I have options depending on my mood. Sometimes I’m feeling like a pomegranate, sometimes I’m feeling like a mango.”

He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes wandering up your bare legs that were only sporting a pair of silky shorts. Obviously, this didn’t go unnoticed by you. “The only thing is,” you started, “you’re going to smell like me now.”

He shifted slightly. You smiled to yourself. 

“What if people, you know, get the wrong idea?” you asked innocently. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “I guess you’ll just have to use your pomegranate shampoo tomorrow instead, won’t you?”

You leaned back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. His cheeks were flushed and you knew your job for the evening was done. “Fair play, Styles. See you in the morning,” you made a point of touching his shoulder as you left via the shared bathroom. 

The following morning, Harry awoke, finding himself peacefully content for a moment before he recalled the prior night’s events. He was yet to decide if you were actually making a move on him or not. Or perhaps you were genuinely concerned that your families would smell your signature mango scent on Harry and get the wrong impression of the entire thing. 

He dragged himself out of the soft sheets, getting dressed. He listened silently to the running shower. He could hear you humming along to Then He Kissed Me by The Crystals. And after the shower he stopped, he gave it five minutes before going in to brush his teeth. He couldn’t help but look over to see your bottle of pomegranate shampoo making its place beside your mango one. The red bottle was the one soaked in droplets of water, while the yellow bottle remained dry. You’d done as he’d said. In a way, Harry almost wished you’d used the mango shampoo. He almost liked the thought of people thinking he and you had been so close that he’d absorbed your tropical scent. 

As he wandered into the kitchen, preparing himself some toast, he noticed the unusual silence of the villa. It was unnerving. He felt like the protagonists of those books and movies where they wake up and everyone’s gone or been evacuated. It felt apocalyptic. But, as his mind churned out immediate actions to take in this case of an unprecedented apocalypse, you walked into the kitchen just as his toast popped out of the toaster. “Morning,” you smiled, sitting down at one of the island’s stools. 

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked, spreading butter onto the crisp toast. 

You shrugged, “It was alright. You?”

“I slept wonderfully.”

“Good,” you said. 

“Where is everyone?” he asked, sitting down opposite you. 

“They left for the beach,” you explained. “I didn’t want to go and they didn’t want to wait around for you to get out of bed. Anne told me to tell you that if you want to go down, they’re the ones with the pink deckchairs.”

He nodded slowly, “I think I’ll pass. Not a fan of sand.”

“Right? Why do people enjoy playing in minuscule rocks, which end up in your clothes for the next two weeks? Sounds like hell to me,” you said. 

He smiled at your aggravated tone, “Wow, and I thought I hated sand.” 

“You haven’t seen anything yet, pal,” you joked, smiling. 

Before a blanket of silence could fall on top of the two of you, Harry quickly said, “I saw you used the pomegranate shampoo.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him, “Yeah… I mean, you told me to, right?”

“Right,” he nodded quickly. “Of course. Well, at least we both smell nice now.”

You frowned, “If you say so. Anyway, I’m going for a swim. See you later.”

Harry watched you leave. His eyes roamed your figure with your legs exposed in a pair of shorts. You looked back at him over your shoulder, grinning to yourself at his longing look. He watched through the large kitchen windows as you rid yourself of your shorts and t-shirt, revealing your swimsuit beneath. He tried desperately to peel his gaze away from you as you settled yourself comfortably on one of the sun loungers by the pool. You placed your sunglasses over your eyes, opening your book. 

As soon as he’d finished his toast, he wandered outside. At the sound of his footsteps, you looked up. “Hi, Harry,” you smiled. 

“Hello,” he said softly, sitting down opposite you. You slid your sunglasses up over your head, settling them on your hair. You sat up, never allowing your eyes to leave his. “How can I help you?” you grinned. 

He was fiddling with his fingers, his gaze alternating between them and you. Finally, you reached out and placed your hand over his shaky ones. You stood, pulling him up with you. You were so close. You could hear each other breathing. You could practically hear his heart thumping against his ribs. You reached up to whisper in his ear, “I know you adore me.”

You smirked, allowing him to revel in your confidence. Call it cockiness. Same thing, really. You slowly pulled away from his ear, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose. And yet it was him who finally connected your lips to his own. He didn’t make any effort to pull away either. You smiled into the kiss, burying your fingers in his hair. And when he finally did pull away, he stared down at you, cheeks red, “Depends if you adore me too.”

You grinned, “I do.”

And, with that, he dove back in. You grinned as he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up. He lay you down gently on the sun lounger, leaning over you. As you pulled his shirt over his head, he leaned back slightly. “I thought you didn’t want people to get the wrong idea,” he whispered. 

You shrugged, “I guess we’ll just have to see what pomegranate and mango smell like together.”

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