#(( me: appears once in a bloom moon when the stars align

[mileroos]

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[ineloqueent]

hi tina 💞 not sure how easy this is, since my astrophysics knowledge is nearing -273 *C, but you could do mutuals as astronomical sights? comets, planets, galaxies etc... sorry if not!! 💖✨

anna! and anon! you’ve given me a wonderful chance to ramble about space. you may come to regret it, however...

if i’ve forgotten you, please do not take it personally! i didn’t mean to. my mind is just but a glorified puddle :)

@archaicmusings — vega

vega is the brightest star in the constellation lyra, and happens to be my favourite star. don’t ask me why vega is my favourite star, or why lyra is my favourite constellation, because i haven’t got a coherent answer for you. i’ve just always been drawn to them. a bit like cal, really. i feel like we’ve known each other for far longer than just four months, and she’s so lovely that i’m fairly sure i could say anything to her and she’d just accept me for whatever rubbish i’m rambling about this time. and, in the depressing year that’s been 2020, cal has been a bright star.

@drivenbybri — halley’s comet

honestly, is there anything more iconic than halley’s comet? there can’t be much. probably the best known comet of all time, halley’s comet is a short-period comet (and if you’ve read starstruck, you know how much i prefer short-period comets to those long-period comets with their damned 200-year perihelions, even if certain people suggest that this makes them quite special), meaning that it is visible from earth every 75-ish years. halley’s comet last made an appearance in the lovely year of 1986, and will thus appear next in 2061 (i’m so excited for my 59-year-old self!!!). halley’s comet, though well-known, is still a rare breed, so to speak. it is rare, and extraordinarily beautiful that a comet appears to a human twice within their lifetime. sofie is rare, just like halley’s comet, and equally beautiful, both in heart and with that lovely curly hair of hers. i’m honoured to know her, just as i shall be honoured to see halley’s comet one day.

@brianmays-hair — cassiopeia a

cassiopeia a (or rather, the remnant of cassiopeia a) was a supernova within the constellation of cassiopeia. for those of you who do not obsess over interstellar matter the way that i do, supernovae are explosions of massive stars, or white dwarfs drawn to nuclear fusion, within their final stages of life. not much is known about how these explosions necessarily take place, and nasa has only caught on video one such explosion, back in 2016. the most commonly presented image of the remnant of cassiopeia a is a false-colour image, composed with three different wavebands of light. it is, as you can see, very beautiful. supernovae radiate energy and light throughout the cosmos during their existence, and thus having a great effect on the space surrounding them. i therefore liken jess to cassiopeia a because she has a brilliant personality, vibrant and inspiring, which comes across especially in her writing. but of course, the beauty of cassiopeia a has nothing on her.

@deacyblues — sirius

as far as we humans and the scientists among us know, sirius is the brightest star in the observable universe. housed within the constellation of canis major, sirius has always been monumentally important in terms of navigation, since ancient times. i tell pearl this all the time, but truly, i mean it; her outlook on life is inspiring, how she never fails to be positive even in times of great trouble. like sirius, pearl is a light, ever-present within the mindset of living for today, ever-determined, and unfailingly kind.

@joemazzmatazz — black hole

please let me explain before this gets taken the wrong way: I LOVE BLACK HOLES. i specifically want to study black holes, whenever i get the chance to specialise within astrophysics. they fascinate me to no end, with a kind of allure that only the mysterious can hold. furthermore, black holes may be the key to understanding the universe; if we understand black holes, we will be able to make headway on other matter, such as dark matter, and dark energy, the latter of which makes up the majority of the observable universe, and will lead us to astronomical (if you’ll pardon the ill-worded expression, and the unintentional pun) conclusions concerning both the beginning of our universe, and the eventual end. regan, just like a black hole, is a wealth of information, especially concerning the knowledge she harbours about disney, and the business management sector of it. it’s quite truly inspirational.

@im-an-adult-ish — the milky way

ah yes, the milky way. home to all of us. and that is the essence of my explanation here. meredith has such a friendly way about her, and she’s the kind of person you can easily turn to and feel welcomed. a bit like our little corner of the universe <3

@almightygwil — the sun

i think this is probably self-explanatory, if a bit repetitive, but ellie is a ray of sunshine. but perhaps that sells her a little short, because ellie is just so genuinely lovely that she must herself be the sun. her writing talent astounds me (you could say it blinds me, ha ha), and she never fails to be somehow both sweet and very chaotic at the same time. it’s very admirable (and certainly relatable, on the chaotic front). the sun itself, if we think about the surface and the fusion that takes place there, is both the sweetest sight ever seen, and quite chaotic, so i think it fitting that ellie is the sun.

@hijackmy-heart — callisto

callisto is one of jupiter’s moons, and my favourite, because it looks like a piece of the night sky decided to curl up into a ball. i don’t know nat too well, but i know that she’s gorgeous, like callisto, and loves roger taylor. let me explain. jupiter, in roman mythology, is the god of the sky and of thunder. in norse mythology, thor is the equivalent of jupiter, and to me, roger has always had a bit of that typical scandinavian look going, with the blonde hair and blue eyes (not to say that all scandis look like this, but he fits the stereotype :)). nat loves roger, and callisto orbits jupiter, so there you have it.

@six-bloodyminutes — the moon

the moon has a serenity about it, and mo has a knack for telling quite wild things with a most casual air. for instance, according to my sources, when a certain dorm room caught fire (?). mo thus bears this serenity, akin to the serenity i associate with the moon, with equal grace and chaos.

@dancingdiscofloof — pluto

pluto! the not-planet-oh-wait-maybe-it’s-a-planet-jk-jk-unless..? i still think that pluto should be considered a planet, despite the many arguments against the poor sod. pluto was once a planet, and should therefore have remained a planet, for the plain and simple fact that taking away its planethood was like giving a person a present, and then taking it back immediately afterward. anyway. i’m rambling. i also do not know rove very well, but i know that she’s kind, and, judging by the memes she shares, both of ryan gosling and tom hanks, that she is quirky— a bit like our beloved pluto.

@imcompletelylost — aurora borealis/aurora australis

also known as the northern lights/the southern lights, the polar lights, the merry dancers, the fox fires, or swarms of luminous herring (you can thank my ancestors, followers of norse mythology, for that one), the aurora is an astronomical phenomenon precipitated by the complete ring of light surrounding the poles, “which at its brightest has a distinctively green tint” (may, brian, et al. the cosmic tourist. carlton books, 2016.). yes i just made a citation from one of brian’s books. don’t worry about it. anyway, particles emitted from our sun are caught by the magnetic fields of earth’s poles, and thus produce this ethereal effect. but you know what the aurora has always reminded me of? disco lights. and libby is noting if not the queen of disco. oh, and, libby’s makeup talents? the aurora could never.

@aprilaady — butterfly nebula

the butterfly nebula is incredibly beautiful. but also, depending on from which angle it is beheld, it looks quite different. dor will surprise you, in the loveliest way possible (and sometimes the funniest) with a kind word or a joke, or even just a relatable comment. she has so many talents, being rivetingly smart within so many fields, especially the sciences, and in this, conveys multitudes, like the butterfly nebula. one might say her soul is painted like the wings of butterflies...

@doing-albri — solar eclipse

the alignment of the sun, moon, and earth. difficult to see, especially in totality, if you continually live in the same place. but there’s something magical in that alignment, i think. something quite poetic. it’s partially in the name ‘eclipse’ and partially in the nickname— a “ring of fire.” i saw the solar eclipse in august of 2018, and looking up at it, i was quite awestruck. you’re not supposed to stare directly at solar eclipses, because despite the moon overshadowing the sun, you can still damage your eyes significantly by looking at them. vi is so bright, both in her attitude and in her intelligence, and thus i’ve chosen the solar eclipse for her. also, when a solar eclipse occurs, using a piece of cardboard with a hole (or generally any thick-radius circular object with an opening), you can recreate the phenomenon on another surface, resulting in beautiful patterns and light-art, which i think speaks to vi’s eye for aesthetics.

@imalososos — meteor shower

meteor showers are perhaps some of the most beautiful phenomena i have ever seen. back in the summer of 2016, i stayed up all night to watch the perseids rush across the sky, and i was not disappointed, by any means. within the early hours of the 12th of august, an estimated 80 meteors darted across the heavens each hour. meteors, in essence, are clusters of mineral, usually debris from comets, which enter the atmosphere of a planet, and thus seem to shoot across the sky. now, you may be wondering, what’s the bloody blooming difference between meteoroids, meteors, and meteorites, and why are we talking about meteors in particular? well, meteoroids are cosmic debris that have not yet entered an atmosphere; as soon as a piece of cosmic debris enters a planet’s atmosphere, it is classified as a meteor. as for meteorites, nothing is a meteorite unless it strikes the ground. anyway. you didn’t come here for my science ramblings. meteors are also called ‘shooting stars,’ and let’s be honest, they’re space’s idea of art. streaks of light across the sky? sounds like a painting to me, and darya, among many other things, is an artist— and a brilliant one, at that. so i think it very fitting to describe her as the art of the universe <3

@mazzell-ro — saturn

i! love! saturn!!! being the only planet in our solar system with highly visible rings, it just stands out to me. it’s absolutely gorgeous, and an object of much inspiration to me, when i was little and decided that space was absolutely something i wanted to see. i could write an eight-verse song about saturn, i love it so much, and honestly, i think ro could write one too; she’s an excellent musician. but aside from its lovely rings, saturn is unique because its composition, in the ratio of its gases, would allow the planet to float in water. ro is uniquely wonderful, and her writing!!!!!!!! makes me so soft and happy and makes me want to give her the word. quite how i feel when i look up at saturn.

@mistiermistshazierdays — zodiacal light

you may recognise this term as brian’s speciality from when he was studying astrophysics. but what is it? zodiacal light is that strange triangle of light that appears glowing in the sky after twilight and before dawn, and is the subject of much earth-based astrophotography. extraordinarily beautiful, scientists are still not entirely sure what the phenomenon is, but most research and practical experiments are in favour of zodiacal light being sunlight reflected off of cosmic dust (also known as stardust!). now, if my knowledge of ancient greece and its mythology serves me, the name phoebe comes from phoebus, and (thank you google) means ‘bright.’ zodical light… bright… phoebe… you might say it’s a match made in the heavens. quite literally if we’re talking space. phoebe, you kind soul, you are stardust.

@speciallyred — andromeda galaxy

and last, but certainly not least, dear anna. i name thee the andromeda galaxy, partially for your own name, and partially for its poetic beauty. andromeda, the neighbour galaxy of our deal ol’ milky way, is actually about 2.5 million lightyears (15 trillion miles, 22.5 trillion km) away from us, here on earth. call me vain for the number of times i’ve described the beauty of space throughout this rather extended exposition, but andromeda is startlingly beautiful. one reason for this objective beauty is that andromeda is estimated to be home to roughly double the number of stars within our own galaxy. anna is one of the most talented poets i have ever come across, hands down, and what be the food of poetry, if not the stars?

[chupacabrahhh]

*~{ Garden of Golden Deer }~* a Fire Emblem: Three Houses Part 1 drabble

okayyy this is kinda brazy, I've never written fanfic for a video game before but man fe3h really got my imagination juices goin, and it's all thanks to my wonderful Golden Deers Q v Q

[ set during the aftermath of ch5 when Miklan is defeated & you rescue the Lance of Ruin. I recruited Sylvain the previous chapter and he replaces Lorenz in my house. The professor tells her students a story her father Jeralt once told her long ago. ]

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It was nearing late afternoon, and the end of the Golden Deer’s lesson for the day. Byleth had everyone practicing combat moves they had drafted earlier, the sounds of weapons clashing ringing throughout the training grounds. The professor herself was locked in special dedication with Sylvain, the Sword of the Creator parried against his newly acquired Lance of Ruin. This was the first time he was allowed a feel for the relic in combat, but his clammy grip and furrowed brow gave insight to inner turmoil unlike Byleth had ever seen on her student’s face, especially when wielding a lance with which he was already very proficient.

“Of course he must still feel some type of way over Miklan. I bet he hasn’t laid a hand on the relic that stole his brother’s humanity since the day it was handed over to him. This must be very difficult for him..” she thought empathetically. Next to Claude, Sylvain was her most cocky and skilled student with their weapon of choice. She had never seen him mishandle a lance or without a confident smile on his face, but in front of her now he kept changing grip position and shifting the weight of the Lance of Ruin away from him, his body language screaming that he still wanted nothing to do with the thing. Byleth wished she could ease her student’s troubles, but she didn’t know what to say to comfort him about wielding this Hero’s Relic when she herself still wasn’t all that acquainted with the Sword of the Creator. And her past experience as a mercenary made her nothing if not numb to the taking and end of life, either around her or by her own hand. Suddenly, a memory from years past flickered back into her consciousness from a time when she was very small and had questioned death for the first time, before it became a daily part of her existence.

“Sylvain, that’s enough for today,” she nodded at him with eyes as kind as she could emote, and sheathed her sword. “Everyone, wrap up your sparring and meet me underneath the oak tree outside of the training grounds.”

She turned her back to the sounds of her students exclaiming victories over the others or getting into teasing squabbles. Byleth grabbed her water canteen on the way out and took a few gulps, knowing she would need the hydration for what she planned next. A part of her felt nervous at the coming prospect but an even greater part was assured in the comfort she hoped to bring her Golden Deer. Taking a seat on a large rock underneath the shade of the great tree, Byleth closed her eyes and tried transporting herself years back in her memories of being a small girl in her father’s arms. She could recall the feeling of his fur coat’s neckline as she gripped it, could smell the crisp air of winter’s final gusts as spring made its grand appearance across the land. At this time the mountains were still capped white but the valleys were turning lush and verdant, and buds of the bravest flowers were starting to stand tall, yet withheld the magnificence of their blooms.

Opening her eyes now, she gazed upon seven colorful and expectant faces all looking up at her with mixed expressions, her own little garden she was tasked with tending. Sigh, but the face of their biggest problem plant- er, child, was not among them.

“Claude, get your golden butt over here and sit down with the others. I haven't dismissed you yet.”

“Augh Teach, I was just a few steps away from making it home free, if only you had stayed in your trance a moment longer,” the house leader lamented teasingly but obediently plopped down in the back of the bunch beside Leonie and the Lance of Ruin, which Sylvain had expectantly distanced farthest from him as he sat towards the front of the bunch.

“Professor, are you going to make us meditate because that’s really not my thing and I already promised to meet someone for tea so,” Hilda piped up next and smiled sweetly as she twirled the ends of her pink hair, hoping to be obliged to leave as well.

“No, Hilda, we are not going to meditate and I promise this won’t be long. I’d like to share a quick little story with you all.”

“A story?” Lyisthea spoke next with a twinge of annoyance coloring her tone, but her doe eyes gave away her true excitement.

“Yes, this is a story my father told me back when I was a young child, and it’s stuck with me ever since. As we continue receiving missions that send us onto the battlefield, you’re all going to have to become very acquainted with death, which still might be a difficult or painful concept for you to grasp, understandably.” The mood had shifted from playful to pensive as she brought up death, and the change had caused that prickle of anxiety to return. Lecturing about battle tactics was something she had been forced to get used to by now, impersonal, automatic and well within her wheelhouse, but storytelling with colorful language and emotional sentiment was definitely leagues outside of her comfort zone. She gulped back the fear quickly and cleared her throat to begin, not wanting the silence to stretch any longer than it had.

“This is a story about what becomes of those who die on the battlefield.” Her opening statement grabbed the attention of all her students, with Leonie leaning in the most, obviously setting her expectations high as she hungrily awaited the words of Jeralt. “It was around the end of the Lone moon and I was small enough to be carried by my father but had already seen the handiwork of what he and his fellow mercenaries were hired to do. The image of bodies lying facedown on the land had been imprinted into my mind, and as we walked among the melting snow and coming flowers, I asked him what would become of those who died fighting? Accomplished nobles had grand sendoffs, and villagers were lovingly prepared by the hands of their families, but what was to become of those violent strangers who met their end in a random battlefield? Without missing a beat, he said…”

Byleth took a moment to appreciate the looks on her deer’s faces, with Sylvain’s amber eyes gleaming the brightest of the bunch.

“They become flowers.”

“Flowers!?” Raphael booming incredulous tone contrasted the professor’s soft spokenness.

“Yes, the fighters become flowers. As their blood and life force seeped out of their bodies and into the land, the great exchange was transmuted by the goddess into the most delicate and lovely creation, flowers. What’s more, he explained, was that the soul of each warrior who had taken life as their means of living would spend their next reincarnation as a flower, to learn the lessons of fragility, powerlessness, and surrender. A brief moment in their soul’s journey back to the goddess where they embody what it means to be defenseless. A child could come running along to pick it, a deer grazing and eat it, or at the end of the year it withers to the natural cycle of the seasons, never once harming another soul in its lifetime. He says that is how balance is restored  and how all warriors learn the lesson of gentleness.” Byleth concluded her storytelling with a breath and leaned back with a tiny amused expression watching the unexpected existential and poetic tale turn over in their minds.

Leonie was the first to speak up. “Pardon me, Professor, but I have trouble believing Captain Jeralt the Blade Breaker came up with a story so… uh, flowery.”

“Very perceptive, Leonie, you do know him well. You’re right that that tale didn’t originate from his thoughts. My mother told it to him. But I can assure you he does believe in its message.” Leonie blushed and huffed embarrassedly at being praised by her one-sided rival but nodded once in acknowledgement.

“So Teach, do you believe in that myth? That you and he and all of us will reincarnate as flowers in the next life?” Of course she was expecting that from Claude, a languid smirk on his face as he awaited her answer with interest.

Byleth pondered her inner self for just a moment then nodded slightly. “Yes, I do.”

“Oh, I knew that to be true, Professor! I always noticed that wherever you walk, you always take care to never step on flowers. It’s something I always admired about you..” Marianne was softly glowing with a rare joy then remembered she was in the company of all her classmates and immediately wiped the smile from her face and looked downwards.

Ignatz spoke next, the stars of inspiration lighting his whole body language. “Professor, thank you for sharing such a moving tale! I believe it must be true, as it aligns with all that I believe the goddess values as well! A-and if I may, Professor, I believe that in your next life, you will be a grand and magnificent tree, just like the one we’re all gathered under.”

“Ignatz, so bold! I’m impressed with you!” Sylvain smiled teasingly and ruffled his peer’s olive bowlcut, causing the boy to blush an even deeper shade than his proclamation had him before. “And I have to say, I agree with you. The Professor has to be a majestic and wise tree,” he said, turning his smile towards her. Byleth noticed most of the darkness had left his amber eyes and his inner light was shining through once again, so even though the storytime was a bit embarrassing and uncomfortable, seeing him embody a bit of his old self again made it all worth it, as much as the wonder in the rest of her Golden Deer’s faces. Yes, she felt herself smile genuinely, they were indeed a vibrant garden of individuals.

[roselovesa]

have you seen CHOI HYEJIN ? i heard SHE is a FLORIST at THE GREEN MEADOW. they’re 21 years old and they’ve been living in san verto for one year. they tend to be BENEVOLENT & MAGNANIMOUS, but rumor has it they can also be CAPRICIOUS & FINICKY. 

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name: choi hyejin 

age: twenty - one

sign: pisces sun / libra moon ( click )

sexuality: bisexual

gender: cis woman ( she/her/hers )

occupation: florist , pianist, & composer 

alignment: chaotic neutral

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* note: minho’s little sister !! <33 

📍   𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 - 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊.

born   as   the   youngest   child   of   a   nurse  &   a   teacher,   hyejin’s   childhood   was   nothing   out   of   the   ordinary.   her   love   for   music   had   always   been   apparent   —  her   mother   noticing   early   on   that,   whenever   her   daughter   was   throwing   a   hissy   fit,   all   she   had   to   do   was   play   some   classical   music   in   order   to   get   her   to   calm   down

hence,   it   shouldn’t   have   been   a   surprise   that   her   father   decided   to   teach   her   how   to   play   the   piano   at   the   age   of   6.   &  by   the   age   of   9   she   was   labeled   a   child   prodigy.   hyejin   would   often   participate   in   competitions,   attend   music   camps,   &   play   in   front   of   anyone   who   was   willing   to   listen.   her   talent   was   undeniable,   truly

in   the   years   to   follow   she   would   pick   up   other   instruments   here   &   there   (   violin,   guitar,   french   horn   ),   but   nothing   seemed   to   stick   as   much   as   piano   did.   hyejin   would   also   dabble   in   writing   her   own   music,   often   with   the   help   of   her   father

&   if   there’s   one   thing   hyejin   learned   it’s   that   practice   makes   perfect.   by   the   age   of   11   she   managed   to   become   an   extremely   valuable   asset   for   her   school’s   yearly   musicals   as   she   composed   about   60%   of   the   songs   performed   <33

she   went   viral   on   social   media   a   few   times   as   well,   her   youtube   channel   accumulating   about   1.6M   views   by   her   4th   upload.   she   would   frequently   get   interviewed   around   that   time   as   well,   with   professionals   often   commenting   on   hyejin’s   bright   future

📍   𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾 - 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚄𝚂𝙰.

her   brother   getting   injured   on   tv   was   a   catalyst   of   change.   hyejin   convinced   her   parents   to   let   her   move   to   new   york   in   order   to   take   care   of   him,   being   well   aware   her   life   had   considerably   dulled   the   moment   he   decided   to   leave   a   few   years   prior

the   move   went   smoothly,   &   with   opportunities   lining   up   in   front   of   her,   she   decided   to   get   a   bachelor’s   degree   in   music   composition,   her   accomplishments   allowing   her   to   attend   one   of   the   most   prestige   universities   in   the   city

it’s   there   where   she   fell   in   love   with   a   guy   who   she   deemed   to   be   a   mentor   of   sorts  ;  always   pushing   her   to   do   better   &   achieve   unattainable   perfection.   it   had   been   so   easy   for   hyejin   to   trust   him   with   her   work,   with   him   appearing   to   be   the   more   experienced   &   wiser   of   the   two.   he   was   a   child   of   a   famous   musician   after   all,   mastering   the   arts   of   sweet   talking   unassuming   girls   with   a   whole   lot   of   empty   promises

so   when   their   uni   announced   a   proposal   of   a   student   being   able   to   apply   for   an   internship   that   would   skyrocket   their   careers   right   into   stardom,   hyejin   was   well   aware   this   was   an   opportunity   that   couldn’t   be   missed.   her   boyfriend   mentioned   how   he   wouldn’t   apply,   seeing   his   father   could   offer   him   a   job  easily,   but   mentioned   how   she   should   send   her   work   to   him   so   he   could   look   it   over   &  help   her   out

😬

“  hey   babe,   i’m   sorry   to   tell   you   this   but   the   piece   you   sent   me   just   isn’t   that   good…   i   can’t   quite   put   my   finger   on   it,   but   the   composition   is   just   wrong.   it’s   okay,   though,   you’re   only   a   freshman   &   still   have   a   lot   to   learn,   we’ll   work   on   it   together.   but   maybe   forget   about   the   internship   for   now   ?   i’m   sure   with   some   improvement   my   father   will   manage   to   get   you   an   even   better   job…   anyways,   love   you,   talk   to   you   soon   ”

crestfallen   &   humiliated,   hyejin   accepted   the   fact   that   it   would   be   simply   too   embarrassing   to   submit   the   sheets   of   music   she’d   written.   it   was   two   weeks   later   that   her   boyfriend   abruptly   ghosted   her,   only   for   her   to   find   out   he’d   gotten   the   internship   by   applying   with   the   composed   music   she   sent   him.   he   denied   any   claims   of   stealing,   &   when   hyejin   told   her   professor   about   the   situation   he   basically   wrote   it   off   as   well

📍   𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴: 𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚄𝚂𝙰.

in   the   next   few   months   it   felt   like   her   life   had   crumbled   down   around   her,   hyejin’s   future   career   appearing   grim.   minho   &   her   decided   to   move   to   san   verto   in   order   to   find   peace,   a   fresh   start   waiting   for   them   there

she   took   up   multiple   side   jobs   to   get   her   music   out   there   again,   while   also   trying   to   push   past   the   writer’s   block   she   experienced   due   to   stress.   on   week   days   she   would   give   rich   kids   piano   lessons   after   uni   &   bloom   under   the   praises   their   parents   would   give   her   skills.   on   the   weekends   she   would   play   at   a   5   star   restaurant,   hoping   the   right   people   would   discover   her   there

having   lost   the   comfort   music   once   gave   her,   hyejin   decided   to   take   up   a   job   as   a   florist   &   keeps   herself   busy   tending   to   flowers.   it   isn’t   her   ideal   career   plan,   but   at   least   she’s   moving   forward   with   her   life

throughout   the   years   she   kept   uploading   videos   of   her   playing   piano   on   youtube,   each   video   getting   about   900k   views   on   average.   it   allows   her   to   be   fairly   recognizable   on   her   own   accord,   although   most   of   her   fame   comes   from   being   associated   with   her   brother.   she’s   starting   to   climb   in   popularity,   though,   spending   some   of   her   time   to   focus   on   crafting   a   stronger   social   media   presence

｡*    ❪       📂   𝐂://PERSONALITY.

🦋   𝙰𝚂𝚃��𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚈 - 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊

click me !

empathic,   romantic,   impressionable,   &   imaginative   -   hyejin   tends   to   see   the   world   through   a   rose   colored   glass  ;   the   harsh   realities   of   life   often   making   her   want   to   indulge   in   escapism.   overall   a   generous   and   kind   person

can’t   handle   pressure   well,   ultimately   she’s   a   perfectionist.   hyejin   has   a   specific   vision   of   how   she   wants   her   life   to   play   out,   &   if   anything   interferes   with   that   she   might   feel   devastated   &   defeated.   however,   she’s   quick   to   get   back   on   her   feet   &  continue   pursuing   what   she   was   working   on

obsessed   with   fairytale   romances,   used   to   read   countless   of   young   adult   novels   hoping   she’d   experience   love   like   that.   hyejin   easily   tends   to   romanticize   &   idealize   the   people   she’s   fond   of,   thinking   they   can   do   no   wrong   in   her   eyes   &   putting   them   on   a   pedestal   *coughs* minho :( 

despite   all   of   that   she   has   a   great   intuition,   hypersensitive   to   her   environment.   she’s   often   aware   of   other   people’s   emotions,   meaning   when   someone   or   something’s   off   she   usually   able   to   identify   such   things   immediately

would   prefer   to   avoid   conflict   at   all   cost   as   well,   she   doesn’t   enjoy   being   faced   with   consequences   of   her   own   actions

at   first   glance   she   can   appear   rather   stand-offish   as   well,   not   really   the   type   to   walk   up   to   someone   &   handle   small   talk   in   an   eloquent   way.   she’s   shy   &   an   introvert,   the   type   to   hide   behind   her   mother   whenever   someone   addressed   her   when   she   was   younger.   hyejin   is   only   able   to   come   out   of   her   shell   around   people   she   knows   she   can   trust

channels   all   of   her   feelings   into   her   art  !!

｡*    ❪       📂   𝐂://WANTED CONNECTIONS.

💌   𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲 - 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜   (   open to m/f/nb muses !   )

current   flings  

will   they   /   won’t   they  

friends   with   benefits   (   one-sided,   purely   platonic,   etc…   )  

unrequited   love   type   of   thing   (   either   hyejin   or   your   muse  )  

fake   dating   au  

exes   on   bad   terms  

exes   on   good   terms  

enemies   to   friends   (   ?   )   to   lovers   /   flings   (   ?   )   to   exes   (   ?   )   (   we   can   do   this   however   you   see   fit   !   )

one   of   them   caught   feelings  (  thinking   they   had   something   special  )   &   suddenly   the   other   ghosted,   perhaps   leaving   behind   a   bruised   ego   )  

💌   𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙲 - 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜   (   open to m/f/nb muses !   )

best   friend  

good   influence  

bad   influence  

childhood   friends  

protective   type   of   friendship   (   can   go   either   way   !   )  

confidants  

someone   (   preferably   an   artist   )  hyejin   looks   up   to  

friends   who   hang   out   purely   because   it’s   good   for   their   public   image  

secret   type   of   friendship   where   being   seen   together   in   public   would   damage   their   image,   aka   them   meeting   up   in   private   !  

were   set   up   on   a   blind   date   together,   hit   it   off   in   a   platonic   way   &   became   really   good   friends   <33  

only   hang   out   because   of   mutual   friends

💌   𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 - 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜   (   open to m/f/nb muses !   )

hyejin’s   muse   aka   whenever   she   sees   them   she   gets   inspired   to   write   a   song   or   two   <3  

blackmailing   type   of   plots  

general   dislike   for   each   other,   they   simply   do   not   vibe  

someone   hyejin   teaches   how   to   play   piano  

rivalry,   they   see   each   other   as   competition  

have   shared   secret   where   both   of   them   are/were   involved   in   a   situation,   &  promised   secrecy   to   each   other

@foolsstarters​ 

[rotworld]

13: Strange Sky

sometimes the stars align and two moons appear in the sky, plunging the world into a living nightmare. you don’t care about that much. you’re busy with the love of your life.

->explicit. contains mild gore and undefined/alien genitalia.

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Two moons hang in the black sky; yours a silver pearl, theirs a green sickle. Tonight, they rise as one, conjoined celestial twins, and calamity follows.

Strange obelisks jut out of the sea like flags of conquest, adorned with unsettling symbols. Fissures lance through the concrete and sinkholes swallow entire blocks of the city. From your apartment rooftop, you watch the tide come in and sweep away cars, power lines, park benches. Nothing is spared. 

There are things in the water that swarm the debris and drag it into the depths, never to surface. They circle hastily-made rafts, claws darting out to catch a stray ankle or arm. It isn’t the end of the world, just a glimpse of it. A sneak peek of the real thing. In the morning, the green moon will vanish, the sinkholes will fill, and your worlds will diverge once again. 

But you have time before that. Hours, at least, before sunrise. The love of your life sits across the table with her long, serpentine tail curled under her, her body’s luminescent patches glowing in the seafoam green light. Her hair is kelp and her eyes are the pearlescent inside of oyster shells, haunting and heartbreakingly beautiful. A sandstone tablet sits between you, the deep grooves and indentations filled with glowing spiral stones; another world’s mancala. Her eyes light up with a hunter’s delight as she makes her move, skipping her piece across the board.

“I win again, lovely,” she says. “You certainly made me work for it.” She holds out her hand expectantly, her fingers long and spindly, the webbing between them translucent. You set your palm against hers and she flashes a smirk, showing off her rows of shark-like teeth before she sinks them into your wrist. The pain is special. You let out a small gasp and she sighs pleasantly, sucking tenderly at the blood she draws. It’s the sixth mark in a row of bloodied bites. You’ll cherish them when the night’s behind you. “Mm. Playing hard to get?” 

“I know you don’t like easy prey,” you tease her. She laughs and pulls you into a kiss. You taste your own blood and the tang of sea salt. Below, there’s shouting. A boat has capsized and several desperate people are fighting the current, struggling to keep their heads above water. One by one, they vanish beneath the churning surface, and a bloody cloud blooms in their wake. Someone, somewhere, is playing ballroom music through an open window. 

“Another game? Or should we find other ways to busy ourselves this evening?” she asks, her voice dropping into a smooth, seductive octave that leaves you trembling. She slides the smooth membranes of her tail fins against your legs under the table flirtatiously. You push the table aside and slide into her lap, straddling her muscular tail. She’s damp beneath you and cool to the touch, soothing against your heated skin. 

“I wish this happened more often,” you tell her. You run your fingers through her thick, plant-like hair. “I wish it wasn’t just for a night. I feel like I’m rushing, but also going too slow.” 

Your lover smiles sadly, cupping your face in her gentle hands. Has anyone ever seen her like this before, bathed in the soft hues of dual moonlight? You must be the only one. The thought delights you. “We can do whatever we like, as fast or slow as we like,” she says. “Would you like to take it slow tonight?” 

“No, please. Not slow,” you say quickly. Too eager. You must be blushing. She smiles at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world and kisses you again, more heatedly. Her tongue is long and flexible, wrapped around yours and stroking the soft insides of your mouth. She doesn’t waste a precious second, shredding through your clothes with her claws and scratching you raw. 

“Lower, darling,” she purrs, pushing on your hips. Her tail stretches out behind you. “Sit a bit lower along my body, and—ahhh, yes.” You feel movement beneath you at her pleasured hiss. A wet, oozing slit and something on either side of it. Tendrils? Claspers? You don’t see clearly, don’t want to stop now to look. Whatever it is holds onto you, wraps around your thighs. You fit together perfectly, so perfectly, and when you move your hips, she makes a sound that leaves you lightheaded, one note of deep-sea song. “Too fast?” she asks you, breathless but worried. “Say something, lovely, or I won’t know.” 

“No, no,” you say. You want to hold onto her but your hands slip on the natural slickness of her body. She helps you wrap them around her neck, your wrists grazing her gill slits and making her gasp. 

“We’ve never—”

“I know,” you insist. “But what if the moons don’t meet again?” 

“The moons will always meet again,” she assures you, but the unspoken “when?” hangs between, the dread of uncertain time. She slides her hands to your backside and moves you against her, into her testing movement. You both gasp at the friction; the warmth; the wetness where your bodies meet. You want to see her, all of her, but you don’t want to separate, don’t want to lose a single moment. 

There is screaming again in the distance, the frenzied things in the water claiming another victim. They’re getting bolder, leaping into open windows, streaking blood wherever they go. Barnacles and and pulsing, deep sea flesh climbs along chipped brick and concrete, your worlds in sync. 

“I wish you could stay,” you tell her. You lean against her, chest to chest, and feel her wet skin flutter against you, her gills tickling your sides. “Or that I could go with you.” 

“So do I,” she whispers. Her tail undulates beneath you and the pressure, the warmth of her, meets your flesh once again. Humans don’t feel like this, couldn’t hold you like this. There’s so much of her between your legs, teasing, exploring, sliding wetly against your sex before you’re engulfed in her. Once or twice, she’s overcome by the sensations, how you feel against her, around her, all over her, and she bites your neck.

You regret telling her to rush. You don’t regret the closeness, the wholeness of it, but you reach the peak and tumble over the other side too soon, gasping for breath and digging your nails into her wet skin. She flips you over, your back hitting the ground as she smothers you with her weight, and her tail wraps around one of your legs. 

Like this, you can see her more clearly, the halo of green light behind her head. Lying under her is like being at the bottom of the sea; the crushing pressure, the unrelenting chase, her claws in your skin and her teeth in your neck. She crashes into you, ruts against you, and drags you along with her pleasure before she lets out one last siren sound. 

The ropes of flesh holding your legs open slink away somewhere unseen. You lay against the ground with an arm over your face, awash with pain and pleasure. Did she break something, laying on top of you? You wouldn’t care if she did. Her tail curls around you like a shield from the world, and you lay there on the rooftop watching the sky. You see her moon sinking, coming loose from the pale circle of yours. You wonder what it looks like to her.

“I wish it didn’t end,” you say. She laces your fingers together. 

“Someday,” she says quietly, “it won’t. We have to make the most of our time together, before then.” 

The sky is starless, as dark as the lightless depths. Still, the rooftops are illuminated by her soft glow, a pulsing green in swirls and dots along her sides and along the angles of her face. Her eyes glint like an anglerfish’s lure and if you were any other creature that saw her in the deep, you would swim to her. You wouldn’t even think of the danger. 

After a while, the ballroom music stops, drowned out by the rising tide. Now and then, you can hear someone sobbing. Your love turns to you, traces the shape of your eyelids and your cheek with her thumb, and kisses you as though it will be the last time, just in case.

[vannahfanfics]

Correspondence

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Shikamaru Nara, Temari

Hello, everyone! ^u^ This is my piece for Day 1 of ShikaTema Week for the prompt “Letters”! I’m not sure I can accomplish the entire week, but I had to at least attempt some stories for this beautiful couple! Enjoy~

Temari’s blue-green eyes trawled over the neatly inked rows of words stretching across the parchment she held above her face as she lay sprawled diagonally across her bed. The oceanic orbs absorbed every detail of the lettering, from the blobs of black ink indicative of careful consideration to the whooshing lines of excited haste. Her pink lips curled upwards into a giddy smile as she read the words contained within the letter, and when she finished, she hugged the piece of parchment to her chest. The paper crinkled under the force of her embrace; the noise was barely audible over her contented sigh. She pulled the bottom half of the letter to once more peek at the letter’s signature.

Shikamaru.

Just reading his name made a delighted grin spring to her features. Temari would never openly express her besottedness of the boy, but within the solitude of her bower, she afforded herself some small measure of freedom. She rolled onto her side, clutching the letter and smiling gleefully. The moonlight streamed in through the slightly open window with particles of sand that glowed like moondust. The hour was late; she had no business writing a reply. Nevertheless, she sprang from her bedsheets to hurry to her desk, scrambling for pen and parchment and words to say.

Ever since the incident in the Land of Shadow and Naruto’s wedding, she and Shikamaru had been communicating regularly. Maintaining a long-distance relationship was difficult, especially with the both of them so involved with the political realms of the respective villages. Still, they were determined to make it work. Correspondence was instrumental in sustaining their feelings for one another. Neither of them was particularly eloquent nor amorous, so typically, the contents of the letters were quite dull. However, Temari knew Shikamaru exceptionally well. She could hear the hints of affection bled into the inked pages, see his shy smirk before her waking eyes. Their wavelengths had aligned into a single pulsing wave, and thus, they knew intricacies about one another no one else ever could.

After about ten minutes of eagerly transcribing the recent events of her life onto the page, Temari paused to give her aching wrist a break. She rolled it casually to loosen the stiffening ligaments and glanced out of the window. Her white curtains ruffled in the night breeze like dancing skirts, silken and ethereal. The stars glimmered in the desert sky, joined only by faint wisps of gray clouds and a grinning crescent moon. She wondered if Shikamaru was awake at this hour and gazing upon the same night sky. Probably not, she thought in dry amusement, he’s either asleep, or has his nose in a shogi board. The image of him hunched over the game always made her chuckle. His brows furrowed in concentration while holding his chin thoughtfully… one might be fooled that he applied such enthusiasm to all his efforts.

He has grown, though, she admitted as she leaned back in her desk chair. Shikamaru did exert himself almost unnecessarily so in the Leaf Village’s political affairs. When Temari inquired about his zeal, he always groaned and insisted it was because Naruto wouldn’t know a mission report from toilet paper. Temari knew him, though; she knew that in truth, Shikamaru was investing in knowing all he could because Naruto was his best friend. His devotion to the plucky, blond-haired ninja was no less than admirable.

Temari laid her head on her left arm and resumed scratching letters onto the paper. Her eyes became lidded with serenity, and her lips reflected the joy blooming in her heart as she reported all the mundanity of the last week.

“I’ve always wondered how you looked when you were writing me back.”

Temari jerked out of her chair with a startled gasp, fumbling for the kunai pouch draped across the back of the furniture. Her uncoordinated movements slung the bag right off, sending kunai and shuriken scattering across the stone floor. Luckily, she didn’t really need them. Once she realized who was perching in her windowsill like some smug Casanova, she puffed out her cheeks and pouted.

“Shikamaru Nara! You scared me half to death!”

“You? Scared?” the boy replied arrogantly with raised eyebrows. Cheeks burning, she crossed her arms and looked away with a huff. Of all the…!

“What are you even doing here? At this time of night, on top of that?!” He shrugged nonchalantly and picked up the pen she had been using to click it repeatedly. The monotonous clacking grated her already annoyed mental state, and so she stalked over to snatch it from him. “Seriously! Don’t tell me you just snuck out of the Leaf Village for a leisurely jaunt?”

“And what if I did?”

Temari’s face turned beet-red, and she whirled on her heel to present her back to him while she gathered her composure. Grunting, she kicked one of the kunai across the room. Its blade scraped over the uneven stone floor before crashing into the wall with a metallic ring. She peeked out of her peripheral vision when she realized Shikamaru was cackling.

“What? What’s so funny?!”

“I’m just joking. I’m on a mission here. You should know that; didn’t Gaara inform you?” No! No, he didn’t! Temari fumed silently. As baby-faced and innocent as her little brother appeared, Kankuro could always tempt him into some deviousness. The puppet-master had likely concocted this low scheme to toy with Temari’s emotions and was perched somewhere with some binoculars enjoying the spectacle. Huffing, she plopped down on the end of her bed and regarded Shikamaru critically.

“Regardless, what on earth prompted you to drop in unannounced?” He shrugged again and slid out of the window, carefully avoiding the desk situated underneath to drop down into the room. Frowning, he slipped his hands into his pants pockets and looked at her snootily, chin upturned.

“I wanted to see you, dummy.” A hard lump formed in the base of Temari’s throat; she could not force it down, no matter how many times she swallowed. Her palms bloomed with sudden sweat, which she discharged by running her hands compulsively over her comforter. A fire burned within the roundness of her cheeks, blazing and hot. When she peeked up at him through her lashes, he was smiling kindly at her. “It’s just been a while.”

“Yes, it has.” She edged over on the bed and patted the space beside her. He crossed the room in a few strides and eased down beside her, stretching out his long legs and leaning back on his hands. “What’s the mission?”

“Oh, you know, the usual bullshit. Bandits and rogues and disgruntled merchant caravans,” he smirked as he looked at her amusedly. His sarcastic dispassion never ceased to make her laugh, because it was just so ridiculous how he could so effortlessly invalidate grave issues. His smirk widened as she giggled, covering her lips daintily with her hand. He suddenly caught her hand, gauging her reaction with glimmering black eyes as he brought it to his mouth to kiss along her fingertips. He was not romantic with his words, but every so often, he could beguile her with tender gestures. “I missed you, Temari,” he breathed against the pads of her fingers. His eyes smoldered beneath his dark lashes, stoking the fire within her own body.

“I missed you, too.” He tilted his head, lowering her hand to entwine their fingers together. Temari fluttered her eyelashes demurely and sucked in a breath, already anticipating his coming. His free hand threaded into her fluffy sand-colored hair, pausing to stroke along her cheekbone. He shifted on the bed, closer to her, and her eyes closed of their own accord. She exhaled exultantly when she finally felt his lips enveloping her own, and she hummed in satisfaction. She could feel him smirking against her mouth, the smug bastard, but then he pushed into her to deepen the kiss. His hand roamed her body- the length of her arm, the small of her back, the curve of her waist. She wrapped her arm around his neck to tangle her fingers in his coarse black hair, while their other two hands remained entwined between them.

Correspondence was instrumental in maintaining a long-distance relationship, but a surprise visit every once in a while certainly didn’t hurt…

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

Tag List: @shikatemaweek​, @deliathedork​, @searchfortheonepiece​

[motleymoose]

Homecoming Pt. 1: Astray, Ch. 1

Chapter 1

Stranded With Banthas

Fandom: The Mandalorian Characters:  The Mandalorian (Din Djarin), Gender-neutral Reader Words: 2.8k+ Warnings: ??? Angst???

Summary:

Stranded on a bantha-filled, Imperial-controlled moon on the outer reaches of the galaxy, I would do anything to get off-world. But even the best-laid plans can go awry, and I have to settle for second-best, a living reminder of my childhood.

Notes:

***1ST CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED***

Hello! Thanks for stumbling upon my fic!! A few things before we get started: *I've never really been a fan of Star Wars (until the Mandalorian, that is) *I've only done a basic amount of research (please let me know if the stellar charts don't align or I've completely flub any major parts of the lore!) *If you're here for romance, this is probably not the fic you seek This fic is going to span several parts, so don't be disappointed if the chapter count is short. There is more, I promise! I have two more chapters in this part, plus half a dozen others waiting the wings for their time to shine. That being said, this is all lightly edited and more than likely contains several blaring mistakes I am currently blind to.

Thank you for hanging with me this far. I hope you enjoy it!

Homecoming Masterlist

I was hot, bored and out of credits.

Having been stranded on an Imperial-held outpost, stars away from almost any sort of proper civilization, it wasn’t exactly the worst thing that could’ve happened to me. I could’ve lost my hands or what little possessions I had, even been executed, but instead the captain and crew of the Momentum decided it was a fitting punishment to desert me on a moon positively crawling with Imps and bucketheads.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t luck that saved me. I was the unluckiest person in the galaxy. Having lost my family to a Rebel airstrike and then been abandoned by my caretaker at a young age, I’d had to fight tooth and claw for survival. I was a mechanic by trade, and a good one at that. My ability to fix things also gave me the knowledge to break them, and coupling that with my disregard to fighting fair, I could be one sticky situation to get rid of.

Not to say the crew hadn’t thought of ways to dispose of me. On more than one occasion, I’d had large, heavy objects barely miss my head as I puttered around below-decks or in the engineering pit. It was more often than I thought average for a mechanic to be almost killed by falling crates and crewmates, and after mentioning it to the captain, everyone agreed it was best if I just left the ship instead of continuing on as their blackthumb.

I’m not sure what exactly brought on their ire. There had been that bunkmate with whom I’d had a tumble or two, but as we both had agreed to part ways as distant friends. I didn’t see her as being a begrudging type, but there was a first for everything, and I wasn’t about to question the crew’s alliance when freedom seemed so close.

Maybe it would have been better to just poison everyone on the ship and abscond with the loot, but I wasn’t a pirate - or, actually, I wasn’t usually a pirate - and murdering everyone just because they pissed me off wasn’t on my list of fun activities.

Playing through the events that led me to the dusty rock I currently resided, I couldn’t help but kick myself for not getting the rest of my pay before being unceremoniously dumped in the dirt and bantha dung. I shifted uncomfortably on my perch of sweet-smelling hay bales in an attempt to not itch. It was impossible, as I had been settled on the bales since mid-afternoon, and there was hay in places I didn’t even want to think about.

I stared at the door of the single cantina, squashed between a rocky outcropping and the ruins of a Rebel-held base. Most of the regulars had found their way in, but I was more interested in the one that stood out from all the rest of the Imp sympathizers and bantha ranchers; a Mandalorian in full, shining beskar had landed in my neck of the woods, and I wanted to find out why.

If he was looking for me, well. I was going to have a hard time explaining the reasons I stole a slave ship from my boss and then let them loose on a newly-colonized moon on the Outer Rim. It wasn’t a good story, and I didn’t come out of it unscathed, but I did the best for those people with the tools I was given and I wouldn’t do anything to change the fact that I gave them freedom.

My boss didn’t look at it that way, and before I knew it, I was on all the wanted lists in the ruled galaxy. Which is why being on a no-named moon, surrounded by bantha pastures, was the least worst thing that could've happened.

Grumbling under my breath, I wriggled further into my little shelter. The sun was setting behind me, and the light cast an eerie rosy glow on the people closing up their shops for the night. The village was small compared to most, and smaller still for the amount of Stormtroopers and Imperial officials lurking about in groups of three or better. They patrolled the streets after dark in a guise of keeping peace and order, but everyone knew that they were planning something. No one knew what it was, but word had spread from neighboring moons that the Imps were flocking to the area. Nowhere was safe from the Empire’s reach, even when they were defeated and in shambles.

Once the sun went down all the way, the humid, oppressive heat would dissipate, leaving behind a damp chill that would last until the next dawn. Pulling a couple of loose flakes of hay on top of me for warmth, I propped my chin in my hands and waited impatiently for the Mandalorian to show himself again.

Near dawn, not long after many of the bantha ranchers had tramped from the warmth of their beds and to the ramshackle collection of barns and sheds out near the landing field - and thus downwind from the most of the community - the Mandalorian made his appearance.

Broad, square and sturdy, the warrior looked the part of the fearsome legends. His beskar was shiny, with barely a dent to be seen. The cloak he wore, although tattered and full of blaster holes, looked well-made, and the weapons he carried - a Westar-34 and an amban rifle - were clean and in good repair. Without a look back, he strode through the quiet thoroughfare and disappeared down an alley.

Well frag.

Other than just to quench my curiosity, what I wanted more than anything was a ride off this Imp haven. The Mandalorian would have a ship that could take me off-moon, and even if I was his quarry, it was better than rotting amongst the bantha kung. Stiffly vaulting from the stack of hay, I shook the kinks from my joints and sped after the Mandalorian.

Following the same route I saw him take, I trailed the warrior to a set of squat, ovoid huts. He’d disappeared inside, and once more I waited impatiently, but this time in the shadows of a woodshed. From time to time, I touched the amulet hanging from the thin silver chain at the base of my throat, reassuring myself the body-warmed pendant was still there. This Mando wasn’t the first one I’d ever laid eyes on, as my caretaker had been of the Way. He had taught me what he could before he left me, a solid, steady protector fleeing into the night. The thought of him still hurt, but it had been years ago, many parsecs in the past, and it was easier to push down and out of the way of more important emotions.

My nerves ticked upwards when I caught sight of the warrior in the window of the foremost hut. Heart fluttering and stomach in my throat, I took slow, smooth steps farther back into the shed until I was pressed up against a mouldering wood pile. I watched, caged and frozen as the Mandalorian stayed in the frame of the opening for a few more minutes. Head spinning, I released a hiss of a sigh and began to take slow, deep breaths to calm myself. I wasn’t going to do myself any favors by passing out before I could find out where the Mando was headed.

As the minutes dragged on, I continued my deep, even breath until the blanket covering the hut opening twitched and the Mandalorian stepped out. I took a few more breaths, biding my time to make sure he had a head start on me. ------ It was a long ambling walk to the outer reaches of the small farming village. My nose was clogged from the stench of moofs, and I’m pretty sure that was bantha droppings and not mud I’d stepped in a while back, but I kept my pace to a casual walk. From the looks of things, the Mandalorian was headed for the shipyard. Not a surprise, but I figured he’d’ve stayed a little longer. Either way, I was going to get a ride on his ship. Eagerness gnawed at my guts and my legs, but rushing would call attention to me, and I didn't really want to be noticed.

At the last set of farm buildings before the vast openness of the docking ports, I paused to watch a group of younglings chase an aired up moof bladder. There was a skirmish, a pile of small wriggling bodies, and then a shriek of triumph as a tiny Trandoshan Ingling held the dusty bladder above its broad scaly head. It hissed a shrill challenge at its companions, and they all fell about the place giggling and scrabbling for the champion.

I smiled at their innocence, watching for a minute longer as the group split into predetermined teams, and the game began again. Pivoting away from the revelry, I dodged between two outbuildings, bantha barns from the smell of them. Looking over my shoulder one last time, I turned to stroll down the empty alley.

That’s when I ran into the Mandalorian. Or, more correctly, his outstretched arm.

The breath knocked out of me, a bruise blooming across my chest, I lay in the dust with the trash and the dung at the feet of the Mandalorian. Staring up dazedly, I gasped painfully and brought a shaky hand up to rub the grime from my face. My other hand palmed the short dagger tucked into the straps of my cuisses. The plan was to stow away on the ship, but plans changed, and getting clotheslined in a dirty alleyway happened to change those plans for the worse.

“I don’t want to have to kill you,” I finally hissed. My chest felt heavy and my breathing was short as I brought the palmed dagger up to my chest, next to the pendant. “But I will if you ever do that again.”

The helmeted head angled sideways and the Mandalorian took me in. “I am ordered by the Guild to bring you in,” he rasped, tossing a puck onto my stomach. A hologram image smiled goofily back at me, all of my identities, crimes and locations printed plainly underneath.

Raising my head up to look at it, I grimaced and fell back into the dirt. “Frag.”

The neat scroll under my beaming hologram face told anyone who knew how to read that I was a notorious pirate who’d stolen a cargo-full of indentured servants from an innocent merchant to sell on the slave market.

Not completely untrue, but just enough so that it made me angry.

“It’s kinda hard to be a pirate of any sort when I don’t even have a ship, much less one full of supposed indentured servants,” I muttered to no one in particular. “I’ll accept the charges of stealing that ship and rescuing the people on it, but I’m drawing a line at ‘pirate’ and ‘slaver’ and ‘innocent merchant’s indentured servants.’ My boss is anything but blameless, and the servants were innocents tricked into slavery. I couldn’t not help them.”

The Mandalorian grunted solemnly and bumped my shoulder with the steel toe of his boot.

“Alright, alright. I’m getting up,” I replied, deftly sliding the tiny dagger into the sleeve of my tunic before holding my hands up and getting to my knees. The law was not on my side, never had been. But there was a small chance I could talk, or fight, my way out of this. I bowed my head, wishing mightily that I knew a little more about hand-to-hand combat. I’m okay with knives, but when I only had a small dagger to start a fight with, even I knew that I was no match for a fully-geared Mando.

I took a bit longer than necessary, slumped on my knees with my head down, silently assessing the situation at hand. More than likely, my two-timing bantha fodder boss Mihcas put out a bounty. And it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d indicated he’d rather have me dead than alive; I’d freed a bunch of his cargo on a rebel-held moon, completely destroying both of our reputations and saving the lives of a dozen people destined for hard labor on one of the Imperial exo-planets. Half of them had been children, for Force’s sake. It didn’t sit right with me to send a bunch of younglings to their subsequent deaths when their biggest crime was existing. So when I had the chance to make a difference, I took it by the balls and jumped into hyperdrive right across the nose of my boss’s ship. It was reckless, but the scream of rage that came on the radio before I left him behind was priceless.

Any idea I had for escape flew from my head when the Mandalorian picked me up by the neck and shoved me into the mudbrick barn’s wall. My head banged painfully against the reddish yellow stone, and I felt the tiny dagger slip from my sleeve to clatter harmlessly to the ground. The hand crushing my windpipe flexed in irritation, and I found myself lifted off my feet. The newly-risen sun gleamed an angry red off the bounty hunter’s helmet. I couldn’t help but squint as I scrabbled for purchase against the wall, fingertips and knuckles bloodied and raw when I finally brought them around to grasp his wrist.

A blaster appeared suddenly, digging into my ribs, its quiet hum letting me know it was charged and loaded. Not that I could do anything about it. Black spots danced in my vision from the lack of oxygen going to my brain, so it was easy for me to ignore little things like a gun shoved in my belly in favor of more pressing issues. Like not losing consciousness.

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” the Mandalorian threatened, fingers tightening around my throat.

Opening my mouth, I tried to form words, but my brain had a difficult time remembering even the most basic tasks. The bounty hunter squeezed his fingers one more time before letting go. I landed on my knees, panting open mouthed. It took a moment for me to regain all the proper motor functions, allowing the oxygen stinging my damaged throat to resaturate my bloodstream and sharpen my addled brain. The Mandalorian stood a few feet away from me, left hand resting on his belt buckle while the other held the blaster at his side. He seemed relaxed under all that armor, but the fingers of his left hand tapped an impatient tattoo on his belt.

Sucking in all the air I could before it went out of style, I closed my eyes and concentrated on steadying my racing heart.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.

The Mandalorian cleared his throat.

Right. That.

In a false attempt to stand, I stumbled against the barn wall and fell back to my hands and knees in the dust, landing hard and awkward so’s not to alert him to anything fishy. Like retrieving my knife. It was stealthily tucked into one of the many pockets on the leg of my jumpsuit before I actually tried to stand.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This hunter had less patience than me, which was saying something. Straightening upright, I pushed off the wall one-handed until I was face-to-face with the bounty hunter. I pasted the most innocent grin on my face I could conjure up at the moment, spreading my hands wide in front of me, palms out to show that I harbored no ill-will or weapons.

“I am not the pirate you seek.” I widened my eyes in what I hoped was a trustful look.

“Hands. Now.”

“I guess you did take my breath away, but don’t you think it’s a little soon to walk out in public together?” I teased humorlessly before complying. Hands out, wrists together, don’t make any sudden moves or relax any muscles. “Would it help if I told you my evil twin made me do it?” Not exactly a lie, since half the things I did were under the influence in one form or the other. “I’m by no means innocent of some of the things you're accusing me of, but more than half of that is made up or exaggerated beyond belief.”

The cuffs were roughly locked into place, and I flexed my hands experimentally. They were tight, but not so much so that I’d lose feeling in my hands later. It’s a small thing to be glad that this bounty hunter showed a little kindness with my bonds.

“Move,” the bounty hunter said, jabbing me in the ribs again with the blaster.

The hot, boiling rage that had built up over the last few weeks bubbled up the back of my wounded throat. I swallowed it loudly. “I don’t know where you want me to go.” Not exactly the truth, but he didn’t need to know that.

Sighing heavily, the Mando put a gloved hand on my shoulder, shoving me none too gently in the direction of the docks.

Cursing my luck, I looked blankly at my original destination. “More than one way to skin a womp-rat, I guess,” I muttered under my breath, and began the uphill trek to a ship that would hopefully make good on its promise to get me the frag out of here.

[decrscent]

* ✶ 「 inbar lavi, 35, cis woman & she/her 」 welcome to the mortal realm, ODYSSEIA GIRAULT — though, the fates whisper that they could only be AMPHITRITE reincarnated. it seems in this life they’re instead known for being a TREASURE HUNTER. what a downgrade. nevertheless, mortality can be confusing, so it’s understandable they can be VENTURESOME and SUASIVE, but also WORLDLY and IRASCIBLE ; maybe that’s why they remind people of WINTER BIRD by AURORA ? but not all history is washed away by time — just as the poets say, they still remind others of THE ROLLING FRENZIED WAVES OF A TEMPESTOUS SEA, AIRY LAUGHTER PAIRED WITH AN ENDLESS STARVING PIT IN HER CHEST FOR LIFE, MAP PILED ATOP MAP SPREAD OUT ON A WOOD TABLE UNDERNEATH HER DEVOURING GAZE. hopefully this life treats them a little better.

⇢ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍;

full name: odysseia maev girault meaning:  ❛ wrathful, wandering and spear ❜ nickname(s) | aliases: dessi, odie, little anglerfish occupation;  current | former  diver, treasure hunter, part-time theater concessionist  | scavenger, unemployed affiliation | alignment: herself, the olympians | chaotic neutral disposition { positive }; venturesome, suasive, loyal disposition { negative }; worldly, irascible, indelicate

〉 she, grandmother yaga as she demanded to be called in spite of blood ties being distant, looked to have come from a children's fantasy book the girls' father had read to her in moments when madness did not plague her mother’s skull, smooth pale flesh and dressed in white with golden embroidery fashioned into twisting lines and flowers; her hair white as snow drawn into a stern bun though it was her sharp eyes that drew ones attention, twin pools of black that could swallow the stars in the sky above as if it were night matching her father’s but there was no warmth to be found. her lips twitched upwards into an eerie smile that made the girl flinch for it did not fit the gaze fixed upon her.

〉 the child could not go back, could not slide herself into seat of the car and will herself to be elsewhere. the door clicking shut was her guillotine. the seaweed colored suitcase resting by her feet a weight she bore on her heart.

〉 cottage resided beside an inky still lake, never once did it appear to move nor shift nor did those in the village desire to go near it. kelpies her grandmother would utter in a whisper as if the very wind wasn’t to know of such secrets. as if the two were enclosed with an underneath world no one else saw. this did not fill her with excitement. odysseia scoffed harshly, the moment she’d stepped out of father’s vehicle did those delusions disperse. her attraction to tales yaga weaved daily however was not deterred; morning, noon, and night her lips spilled over with them, an eager ear her listener while the two sat on the worn couch instead of the homeschooling lessons the young girl should be focused on, though a sense of unease danced along odysseia’s spine towards the serious note in vocal about offered folklore.

〉  they were never around, her parents, alive or dead she wasn't sure but they didn't keep contact and neither did she. farinosa, her matriarch, was not of stable mind as the days crept on and age settled it’s roots, carved out a place for itself and leaving a stranger behind. odysseia’s father thought it best she move in with his mother’s relative for a little while, which as time progressed became forever. the lines blurred yet yaga did have a shape on the family tree vague as it was. 

〉 her designation of odysseia is gifted upon her by quivering frigid bony fingertips and a half-mooned smile and so she took it as her own. officially changing her name and adapting her grandmother’s surname upon rightful time.

〉 at the age of ten did her fascination with the water fester, from a seedling to a full bloom. set inside her bones the appetite to sink into it’s depth, pulling her, coaxing her, tugging her like a thread tied. leading the little fish with legs to sate that want, submerge herself in the water. count how long she could hold her breath. hours eaten up with till the sun got eaten by the moon. a repeated expedition till it was honed to fine edge. odie’s protective instinct arose too, causing bloody knuckles when she got into fights with those that dumped waste in sea.

〉 then another intruded on their peaceful existence at age sixteen, a cousin named ozoro, a wreck diver who had settled himself a spot in new york filling out the rest of the puzzle pieces concerning objects within the house she was told strictly not to touch by granny yaga yet surely held value when placed within the right pocket. his. then others. ozoro never indulged in keeping anything.

〉 in june did her grandmother pass, leaving the cottage and whatever else was attached to it in the name of odysseia—her grief caused the hasty decision to go go go, and the dark haired woman wondered even now if she traveled back to that desolate village would it still be standing on the outskirts, covered in greenery and dilapidated and occupied by a ghost. would she see her grandmother in the window? waving to her in welcome?

〉 and just like that the girl switched hands, switched lives, a different colored coffee this time suitcase by her feet with an awaiting opened car door behind her. ozoro’s warehouse/abode her final destination. 

wanted connections - 

warehouse roommates, there is two others besides her and her cousin, she’s unsure of why he’s gathered them, could be fellow divers or something else unsavory. still just acquaintances.  friends or ‘friends’ enemies, her own or associated with her cousin clients, officially they are ozoro’s but she works with them too and is the designated ‘delivery girl’. ex’s, current relationship, fwb poseidon for those wholesome moments. the only one she shows off her diving possessions to. someone she considers a sibling, the tom to her jerry, her horror movie buddy others that work at the theater or fellow divers she can go cave diving with on wednesdays throw connections at me all are welcome!

[hozierandco]

G. MacKay x reader / Fluff

Inspired by "Freak in me" sung by Mild Orange. Different timelines attached to this and overall FLUFFY as in VERY FLUFFY. Light cursing. I figured I might as well write the one inspired by Birdy ft. Rhodes that I mentioned earlier.

January 2020

Y/N was a friend of Dean-Charles Chapman for the longest time since they had attended the same primary school. She had decided to change her habits by going out for once as did George. That in itself should have raised doubts about the chance that there was a star up there helping the two of them. They had known enough about love to be careful about it. Misfortune seemed to be printed on their skin by now. Surprisingly, they did not give up on it though. Which turned out pretty well.

"Hey, you made it!", Dean greeted Y/N with a pint in his hand.

"The chance of seeing you getting hammered, come on, I would not have missed it for the world! And it's been ages anyway"

Dean nodded as he gave George a small hug before introducing him to his long-time friend. It was in the very first seconds his eyes crossed Y/N's that he knew she would change his life, whether for good or for bad. He was willing to find out. She had only rarely gotten this feeling that her life could take a hard left, being a game-changer permanently. Of course, she had felt that pulse beating under her skin seeing her friend and his co-star in 1917 but now was different. In a very good way. Dean had probably seen this coming, probably even set up the whole thing as he was perfectly able to. Y/N for once paid no heed for what the next day could bring. She was to celebrate as if it was the last night.

Once again, a sign came in the way as "Freak in me" started resonating in the bar. For days it was the only song Y/N could listen to (or more like, the only song she would willingly listen to on repeat) and now she had a chance to actually dance on it without looking like a maniac in her living-room. After all, Y/N was a hopeless romantic and an indie band would make no exception to it. For a couple of hours before that George and her had talked whereas Dean was getting closer with a waitress. It was all naturally that the actor had an epiphany by gazing at Y/N's angelic features were prancing about with more and more energy to it. He had to make a move.

Lately, I think of you lots 'Cause my mind's in circles for you Please connect the dots

"Would you consider dancing with me?", he innocently asked looking straight into her eyes with all the confidence he could pull.

Y/N looked around at the unshaken crowd glued to the counter. That bar was not famous for being a popular dance hall. Suddenly, self-consciousness kicked in. Her brain could only process questions starting by "What if?" or "What will people think?". Y/N did not even know how to dance and would most probably make a fool out of her, she thought.

"Trust me on that one?", George kindly muttered. Fuck it. What ifs never lead anywhere and that song was way too good not to be danced on. Y/N applied to George's suggestion with a huge smile on her face.

For a moment of bliss, time had stopped. It was just him and her against the rest of the world. Fire and water could get in the way, their bodies close to one another was all that mattered. George went full on with a courtship ritual that he had no power over. It was as if his body lived independantly from his free will, like a magnet, it could not stay too long far from Y/N's.

And bring me, bring me to you 'Cause you bring out the freak in me It's only for you Just you

The parting was as inexorable as violent. Another song soon replaced what they just had experimented as a holy experience, like dying only to knock on Heaven's doors. It was difficult to get back to a proper conversation right after but then again, hours with such a company appeared like seconds to George.

June 2020

George and Y/N had quickly moved in together. Ever since their odd encounter, there was not a single day without them dancing on the song that had made them fall for one another. When George was away, he would call Y/N to sing it to her, whether as she would be on her way to sleep or she had just awoken. Although they had not actually shared their feelings, it was getting obvious that it was more than just another rebound relationship. Their family and friends were the collateral damages of this blooming love as any moment was a good occasion to show the world just how much they cared for each other.

So kiss me There's something in the air And whether it's love or lust Should we care?

In spite of George being prone to grandiloquent acts to show his feelings as he could easily get bashful and needed the whole package not to chicken out, him confessing his love for his beautiful girlfriend came to him as naturally as when he had asked her to dance with him.

Y/N and him had been teasing one another for minutes when Y/N was out of the blue having George right under her body. It would often happen that Y/N and George just teased themselves until arousal would take over. But the angle George was now facing ignited a new feeling. Was it the moon in the sky, was it his thoughts wandering in his brain, he grabbed Y/N by her hand that was carelessly laying on his chest.

"Do you remember when we talked about love a few weeks back?", George seriously stated. Y/N was now all ears. Of course she remembered. She also remembered that she had felt stupid right after for not taking the chance to confess her love.

"Well, I've been thinking about it again lately and love to me is just what I feel every morning when I realize a star struck me by allowing me to wake up besides you. Love is what makes me wonder why on Earth you chose me out of all men and just to enjoy every minute. Love is going to bed at night with you on my mind and what the next day could bring us"

Y/N could now swore her heart was being rejected by her body. Cause of death: an abnormal heart rate increase. She could not express it any different way than by kissing George. Which she religiously proceeded to.

"I love you too, George", she whispered in between two kisses.

December 2020

Well, it was to happen someday. George and Y/N were soulmates despite the fact that they actually banished that kind of vocabulary. But sometimes, stars shine too bright. Or the planets are simply not aligned. They barely argued and in nearly a year, it had never damaged their relationship. Except for this one time.

It was a silly question of schedules. George had forgotten to show up at a date they had planned and when Y/N would most of the time feel no resent, she did not feel like it this time. Things had gone so messy that for the first time since they shared beds, George had found shelter on the couch. He knew he had fucked up but at the same time could not get his mind to make amends. In fact, it had been a whole terrible week  during they could simply not find common grounds. That night was just the apex of a hill they had been climbing up all week.

Both of them could not find sleep as anger was inevitably taking over them.

As minutes became hours, George decided to call for some truce. Besides, he could not bear to know that Y/N would be mad at him when it was possibly the very last thing he wanted. He thought that Y/N would be asleep when he came near the threshold leading to their bedroom. He just had to make sure she was doing fine. Not only was he quite surprised to see that Y/N was awake but if he was even more assured that he was doing the right thing. 'Cause you bring out the freak in me It's only for you Just you' Cause you, you bring out the freak in me A side that only you could see

his phone sang the lyrics to their song when he knew he would fail talking for now. He then sat on the edge of the bed and talked the two last lines through, before apologizing.

"You're an arse, George"

"I know"

"But man, do I love you"

"Yeah, I know that too"

June 2026

The house was suspiciously still when Y/N came back from work. It had not been this quiet for quite a long time so it could only lead to further investigation. Little did she know that a gathering was going on in the other side of the house.

"Dancing on that song, aren't you?", she heard George who was now her husband say through the door. "Do you know that's how mom and dad met?"

His husband only had eyes for the tiny human being that was painfully standing on his two feet so it was fairly easy for Y/N to get in without being detected. Their son was trying his best to dance on his own to one very familiar song but for the moment had to rely on his father's help to do so. He was awkwardly moving on his father's feet who occasionally lifted him in the air.

After a few seconds, babblings from their son replaced George's voice singing the lyrics as the baby was now pointing at his mother. George turned around as he took his child in his arms. Making his way towards the woman of his dreams and the mother of his son, he kept on singing:

Lately, I think of you lots' Cause my mind's in circles for you Please connect the dots

[themelbournetone]

Top 10 Albums of the 2010s [Countdown]

Written by: Ziggy Cross

The world has changed a lot in the last ten years, but luckily for us, music still exists. Without further ado, here’s the 10 best albums that were the soundtrack to our decade:

2010 - THIS IS HAPPENING, LCD SOUNDSYSTEM

This Is Happening is the third and “final” album by New York dance band LCD Soundsystem, released before their 2011 split (ending with the legendary 4-hour Madison Square Garden farewell show).

Following up their sophomore LP, Sound Of Silver, was always going to be a huge task, and This Is Happening holds up well, while also having an insanely ink-able title. It isn’t the group’s best album, it’s sure as hell a good way to start off the decade.

Highlights include the albums opener Dance Yrself Clean, I Can Change, and All I Want (which might sound strangely familiar to fans of David Bowie, who was a friend of LCD’s frontman James Murphy).

Notable mentions: Tourist History - Two Door Cinema Club, The Suburbs - Arcade Fire

2011 - THE ENGLISH RIVIERA, METRONOMY

The English Riviera is the third album from English indie pop band Metronomy. This is their most commercially successful album to date, including notable singles The Bay, and The Look. Most of this album was made solo by founder and producer Joseph Mount, with occasional assistance from the band members who have joined him along the way.

The album strongly rewards repeat listens, with tracks that might seem bizarre at first becoming certified bops after enough plays. The whole album is filled with some outrageous sounds from an extensive library of hardware synths. On the track Some Written, Mount brings out profound kazoo talent, as well as some impressive clarinet use in the following track, Love Underlined.

2011 was a huge year of development for the indie pop genre, with more bands embracing an electronic sound. It would seem that all the stars aligned for this release, and put them on the map. Metronomy is a band who have built a reputation for pushing limits, while managing to stay approachable enough for a wide appeal. They’ve got some pretty weird tracks if you’re willing to test the waters, but The English Riviera is without a doubt the best place to start.

Notable mentions: Torches - Foster The People, This Modern Glitch - The Wombats

2012 - BLOOM, BEACH HOUSE

Bloom is the fourth album from Baltimore dream pop band Beach House, and is their highest charting album to date. The album is packed with luscious synth and melancholy soaked guitar, reverberating in every direction far and wide. 

The track list is impressively solid, and while a lot of tracks may appear quite “same-y” at first listen, they are nuanced enough to allow for some great repeat listening. You always know what to expect when you’re listening to Beach House, and they never fail to please.

Bloom is filled with some incredibly memorable tracks, and some highlights include: lead single Myth, with its incredibly powerful guitar build and grounding synth line, Lazuli, with its catchy vocal stacking and driving synth arpeggio, and New Years, with it’s ear worm of vocal melody that will stay in your mind for all of eternity.

Beach House have established their own brand of melancholy, and Bloom is probably their best showcase of that. Along with many of the other great releases from 2012, this one is for those whose hearts play in a minor key.

Notable mentions: Dark Eyes - Half Moon Run, Bored Nothing - Bored Nothing

2013 - TROUBLE WILL FIND ME, THE NATIONAL

After the wild success of The National’s 2010 album High Violet, I’m sure many fans wondered what the band would do next. Trouble Will Find Me features wall-to-wall lyrical and instrumentational masterpieces. This is a *seriously* solid album.

The album has a great mix of ‘great-the-first-time’rs, and plenty of ‘this-will-hit-hard-on-listen-twenty’s too. Believe me when I say, every listen of this album will  leave you with a different ‘favourite song’.

Standout tracks include: I Need My Girl, a love song written by Berninger about missing his wife and daughter who stayed at home while he was on the road, and Don’t Swallow The Cap, a medium tempo alt-rock doomer anthem with the same understated power of LCD’s All My Friends.

Trouble Will Find Me also serves as a perfect warm up for the bands latest (2019) release I Am Easy To Find, if you’re that kind of fan. But I mean come on... even the titles match!

Notable mentions: The Bones Of What You Believe - CHVRCHES, Overgrown - James Blake

2014 - ABOUT FACE, #1 DADS

About Face is a special kind of album. Melbournite and all round musical genius Tom Iansek (also of Big Scary and No Mono) never fails to release pure magic into this world. His work truly is the hidden gem of Melbourne’s music scene - and those who have found it could not cherish it more.

Behind it’s quiet front, About Face holds the emotional force of a B-52 fighter jet. The production and gentle instrumentation will move you with force, there isn’t a single unremarkable track.

It should also be noted how impressive the lineup of collaborators on this album is; Tom Snowden, Ainslie Wills, Airling, AND that incredible saxophonist on Camberwell (you know what I’m talking about 😉).

It’s should come as no surprise that this album was nominated for an Australian Music Prize. While it did lose to REMI’s Raw X Infinity, at least we can have some comfort in knowing that Tom did win the prize the year before, for the wonderful Big Scary album, Not Art.

Notable mentions: There There - Washington, The Dew Lasts An Hour - Ballet School

2015 - CARRIE & LOWELL, SUFJAN STEVENS

“I don’t know where to begin...” where do you even start with an album like Carrie & Lowell!? How do you follow up an album that ended with one of the most powerful 25+ minute epics ever made? (I’m talking about Impossible Soul, if you haven’t heard it in full, drop everything and listen now - and if you have heard it, enjoy this shorter Car Seat Headrest cover)

Upon it’s release, Carrie & Lowell was hugely successful with critics, and was often cited as Sufjan’s best work yet. This album is quiet, I can’t count the number of times I've fallen asleep to this album on the train home from the city.

Despite it’s soft production, this album hits hard with it’s lyrics, something Sufjan now has now had over 20 years experience perfecting. Standouts include Should Have Known Better, Blue Bucket of Gold, and Fourth of July (see Sufjan leading a festival chant of ‘we’re all gonna die’ with the power of 10,000 suns here).

This album holds a warm place in many listeners hearts, and is well deserving of 2015′s top spot.

Notable mentions: Pretend You’re Mine - Pearls, The Things We Do To Find People Who Feel Like Us - Beach Slang

2016 - 22, A MILLION, BON IVER

Notable mentions: Not To Disappear - Daughter, Light Upon The Lake - Whitney

2017 - GO FARTHER IN LIGTHNESS, GANG OF YOUTHS

Standouts include slow burner Do Not Let Your Spirit Wane, anthemic Atlas Drowned, past punching What Can I Do If the Fire Goes Out?, and once in a lifetime worship anthem to Nietzschean affirmation Say Yes to Life. 

Read our review of the album here.

Notable mentions: Zone - Cloud Control, Visions Of A Life - Wolf Alice

2018 - FUTURE ME HATES ME, THE BETHS

Notable mentions: Lush - Snail Mail, Evening Machines - Gregory Alan Isakov

2019 - LOW GRADE BUZZ, HUNTLY

Notable mentions: You Deserve Love - White Reaper, First Body - Two People

[lovehaswonangelnumbers]

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The Cosmic Accordion Continues it's Song 

The Cosmic Accordion Continues it’s Song 

By A Gift From Gaia 

Well I’m not sure about you guys but I’m so happy to be back writing the energy reports!

Something very interesting happened during these past weeks of going off line. I decided to entirely honour the process and stepped away from everything, let it all go, including my love for understanding the daily energetic codes whilst I focused on my own transition….

So what did this experiment bring me?

Intensity, confusion and everything became personal and became internalised and reactive.  My self Judgement started to sprout, the hopelessness I was always meant to experience now with the breakthrough and dissolving of the collective programming became all about me…

And all of this fog cleared just a few days ago when i realised the importance of knowing exactly what the energy is doing in order to surf it.

I was allowing (unknowingly) myself to slip out of the energetic alignment and my 3xperi3nce reminded me of the days when I had no real interest in the codes held within the streams of energy we receive, the days when I had no clue and let me tell you now, would you believe I was actually going to close down A Gift from Gaia during the depths of this learning, that everything became point-less.

A lesson in the value of these reports was delivered and oh so greatly received and the moment I brought myself back to realising the value, for Self was the moment those blurry eyes of mine became crystal clear once again.

It is essential to know the “conditions” in order to surf.

And what a day to come back to as today we are literally being bombarded with data.

Firstly a few days ago we experienced a near miss from an asteroid which held the codes of hopelessness, so if this is something you have been moving through its of no wonder.  According to astronomers this was a surprise, the asteroid wasn’t being tracked, however I would be more inclined to wonder if there is a blackout for news like this, I mean what good would it do to to announce to the public there is a huge asteroid about to hit…not sure exactly where or how it’s going to effect us but it’s on the way…mass panic? Oh yes….

But I’m sure the super sensitive felt this one coming in, and it skimmed us at just under 50,000 miles away from our planet, closer than our moon.  The hopelessness received in its codes gave us a feel of the attachment to the people programming, the attachment to humanity and lack of trust for the Divine Order the collective exists in. And for those opening their Eye to the truth of this world will no doubt have been taken into the depths to realise the POINT as to why we are here and how we are realigning through the harmonisation with Gaia.

How this was experienced is of course dependent on how far you can See, how expanded is your awareness and so some may have experienced this within their relationships, which is of course only a reflection of the relationship with Self and the separation that it may show.

There is a theme building here regarding incoming information from the OUTthere world as we also have the Delta Aquariid Meteor shower peaking today pouring star dust particles from the water bearers container, intuition and internal guidance is likely to become much more loud, as though you hold access from beyond your “normal” abilities.

It’s quite interesting really it feels somewhat celebratory, like a gift from the gods after completing the 13 moon calendar cycle.

Albeit the collective might not be feeling the PARTY ON vibe that the Universe is shining right now. I think perhaps we need to fully understand that everything the guidance pushes for most often feels like a death and yet the Universe appears to be cheering louder the deeper you go.  Remember….the comfort zone is the ego zone and it’s the opposite end of the spectrum to the Divine truth.  Medicine never tastes good right?

And for those stumbling around in their sleepy state it does feel rather uncomfortable as you realise the attachments and expectations hooking you into the old physical ways.

Cosmic energy is abundant which means we are flooded with the photonic light of deep space, Soul work, and this energy can often make folk feel out of control, at least until they understand exactly how the DNA is recoded during cosmic ray frequencies, but in order to understand that, many will need to step away from their fear based beliefs about the cosmic forces, there is no 3xpansion in ignorance.

The next solar winds are due on the 1st August, same day as the Leo New Moon and also the same day as Mercury Stations Direct…..no coincidence there….LIFT OFF

So let’s now get prepared…

Mercury is Square Eris, both in retrograde and it feels like two twisters getting ever closer to each other, tearing up everything that isn’t secure and stable for an ultimate clearing, when two become ONE and the separation is no longer felt, however the two unpredictable twisters now become a super force and the combined forces quadruple in power…..

Can you see it yet?

Are you looking at the devastation?  Are you looking at the hopelessness? Are you experiencing the fear?

Or do you See nature in action? Do you see the space that has been created? Are you witnessing the Divine Order being sent in Divine Time?

Are you focused on the breakdown or are you focused on the rebuild? Are you focused on the problem or the solution?

And this is the interesting movement and space we created with the recent 3clipses and planetary transits, the spectrum of the collective seems to have dissolved some of the shades of grey, and returned the collective to a deeper level of duality…just for now, it won’t last long until everyOne starts to stretch out again, but this makes for a restrictive energy, folk get a little squished, I see it like an accordion, all the air being squished as the man pushes it together to squeeze out a note, but it won’t be long before the Master Musician stretches the Universal Accordion and we all take an expanded breath once more

Eris the Goddess of Discord meets a very hyped up Mercury who has been spinning backwards for the past few weeks, things get intense towards the slowing down station post, and yet Eris newly in retrograde from the 20th July is fully pumped and ready for her stage to welcome her, only yet again she has been taken off the guest appearance list and so the discord is felt by all who reject her. Eris throws in a golden Apple, all who witness are too blind to realise the truth hiding behind the glittery bomb, addressed to the fairest, we all begin to compete for the gift….. of discord….too blind to realise the coded message behind this apple.

Eris in her highest of octaves will enable you to bring down the control programs, it’s so much easier to say no to distorted authority, distorted beliefs, anything that feels disjointed is rejected with ease.

Whilst Eris is a warrior goddess the truth is the energy feels more calm and collected, wise, she doesn’t need to get her hands dirty, her sorcery and the blindness of men creates the chaos and Eris sits back and rejoices in the bloodshed

Eris doesn’t like inequality and neither does she like rejection and abandonment so it’s likely this is witnessed collectively, many learning more about their attachment to the physical world, stepping in to protect others, the over supporting of realities etc will be breaking down to realise the self sacrificing loyalties and false self value programs held.

Surprise news/people, most often perceived as uninvited or unwanted are likely to surface….let’s shift this to the truth you choose not to see because the chances are, you already knew but didn’t want to acknowledge it…

But let’s be sure to understand that everything now surfacing is a part of the rebuild, the apple of discord released its seeds and they are already well underway since the planting back in 1922 in the fertile soil of Aries. Eris is now fully bloomed, the course is set, we know where we are heading and we know where to place the focus, let’s not get squabbling over who is the fairest and who deserves the golden Apple,we fell for that old chestnut a few thousand years ago…..let’s focus on why there is a golden Apple before us, who sent it, and why, let’s look more deeply into the reason the data is here and why this has become our experience and from this we can welcome Eris as the ground shaking truth delivery that she truly is.

We surf Eris with our expanded awareness, we take nothing on face value and we look deeply within the presentation and keep asking why and how until we rest at the bottom of the truth and the energies that have created this, we then dissolve the old beliefs attached.

We realise The Butterfly effect, that the wings of a butterfly create the winds felt across the world and that one small action, today, of receiving the data in the form of a golden Apple and instead of being reactive we all choose to actively work through the information pouring through our fields to enable us to continue building our new solid foundations.

And if just one person commits to making conscious choices that it changes the entire dynamics of the collective grid we exist in.

And so the cosmic accordion continues its song

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Narratuary: Session 9 Highlights

High socializing is done, traps and puzzles are figured out, and my plans never go as I expect them.

This session was so much fun that I had the outline of this post done right after it finished and I’m writing this only a day after! I got to try something a little different this time around (more puzzles with a split party) which was challenging for both me and the players but we all enjoyed it!

Premise: having prepared for the ball and going in with no plan on how to retrieve the next item, the gauntlet, before the Serpent gets to it, the party arrives at Councillor Galanodel’s estate on the outskirts of Keltar...

All of them have separately arrived there, with everyone pretending to not know each other (minus Innchie and Carlin who are partnered up)

The sun has gone down, and these beautiful white and blue flowers are blooming in the moonlight

There are a lot of guards, both inside guarding the stairs going up and down, as well as outside patrolling the perimeter

Igtbtgh has already been there for half a day, getting his assignment as a High Council guard and starting his patrol

Baldwin, knowing he can’t do stealth, decides to spend his time socializing and gathering information

He gets to know Captain of the Guard Kima Athura, and he introduces himself as someone who is aligned with the law and order willing to help

He gets Captain Athura to introduce him to Councillor Galanodel, and they chat for a bit

He learns that there’s been some infighting within the High Council, particularly the younger members against the older members

Councillor Galanodel says that the younger ones want to repeat a mistake that happened in the past, something he wishes to prevent as times of peace (like now) are so rare and precious

When pressed, he reveals that the mistake in the past was the use of the Fist of Iron to maintain power and peace

Baldwin tries to think about what the Fist of Iron was, and he’s able to remember stories of them as a death squad affiliated with the High Council, but he doesn’t know details about who they were, how long they were around, when they were active, or what they did

At this point, Councillor Astorio interrupts (pretending to not know the party) and pulls Councillor Galanodel to talk with him privately

Aurora, who is also socializing and getting info, alongside Corrick listen in on the conversation

They hear snippets of the conversation

Councillor Astorio: I’m surprised you have so few guards, you know I could’ve helped provide reinforcements Councillor Galanodel: I don’t need them, and nobody should

Meanwhile, Innchie goes off exploring for unguarded stairs or entrances to the second floor

She enters the library, and finds drag marks around the bookshelf

She tries to the old trick of triggering a secret door by pulling on books

She just ends up with a bunch of books on the floor and nothing opening

Carlin is socializing with the more middle-class folk, asking around about the Serpent

To the common folk, the Serpent is seen as a heroic figure, like a Robin Hood kind of thief, or as a folk tale

During this conversation, Carlin had grabbed a lot of pastries off of the table and is munching on a butter tart

Meanwhile, Igtbtgh has gotten a snack, gotten distracted by flowers, and hasn’t seen anyone suspicious

He comes to the conclusion that if there’s no one outside, the Serpent must already be inside

He goes inside and talks about that with one of the guards at the stairs, who instructs him to take her place while she goes finds Captain Athura

Baldwin is still roaming, and I’m starting to panic about having more NPCs

So I’ve been wanting to do more backstory involvement, and I jumped on the chance

Baldwin bumps into his dad

They have a very awkward conversation about how each of them have been doing, and about Baldwin’s mom (the elven side of his heritage)

He finds out that Baldwin’s mom hasn’t been doing well health-wise, and that Baldwin should get in contact with her 

Innchie, knowing that she won’t be able to figure out this secret door on her own, wanders to the ballroom and telepathically calls for Carlin to meet her in the library

The two meet in the library, where Carlin now realizes that the butter tart has a magical effect of changing his voice to be high-pitched and squeaky

Innchie and Carlin investigate the library to no avail

They walk out and see that Igtbtgh is now standing guard at the stairs

Carlin gets very excited and tries calling him over

Igtbtgh sees an opportunity to get rid of the guard

Igtbtgh: I think there’s a drunk person over there looking for a bathroom Guard: ....he’s literally standing right next to a bathroom

However, the guard goes and investigates

Carlin and Innchie play along, with Carlin performing a convincing drunk and telling the guard that Innchie needs a washroom

They push the guard into the bathroom, shut it with rope, and write a “Do Not Use” sign 

Igtbtgh fakes a confrontation with Carlin and Innchie, and successfully lies to the guard that he’s arrested them and is getting help soon

The three of them head upstairs 

Aurora dances and dazzles, but is then one-upped by Baldwin having an intellectual discussion with a large group of people

The band is also listening in, but one of their members is missing

Aurora then dances and attempts to flirt with Councillor Galanodel, opening him up 

When she’s rejected, she attempts to ask why he says that he’s already tried love but it hasn’t worked using a fake story about her losing someone she’s loved 

However, he sees through her lie, and bids her goodbye 

Aurora then disguises herself as a guard from another city, and takes the empty post at the stairs

Upstairs, Carlin, Innchie, and Igtbtgh start sneaking through the gallery, which contains portraits and 4 sets of armour

And when I say “start sneaking” I mean “spend 10 minutes crouching silently step by step to make sure nothing happens”

Carlin OOC: I poke my head in... Me: nothing happens Carlin OOC: I put my toe in... Me: ...nothing happens Carlin OOC: I put my whole foot in! Me: nothing happens!

Not setting anything off, they head into the next room, the second library

As Carlin and Innchie investigate, Igtbtgh stays in the doorway, and is almost pushed out of the room by the door slamming shut

He manages to stick his foot in there

Innchie, through the sheer force of willpower, uses her noodle arms to help creak the door open so that there’s a big enough gap for someone to slip through

Igtbtgh uses 1 of his 10 daggers to stab the floor and try to use it as a doorstopper

Unfortunately, as soon as he’s inside and the door is released, it slams shut and snaps the dagger in half

Innchie attempts to see if there’s any magic in the room

At this point, a glowing magical circle starts to glow in the middle of the room

With a nat20 dexterity saving throw, Innchie feels an instinct to just jump into the circle, avoiding a cloud of green mist coming from the top of the bookshelves

Igtbtgh and Carlin alongside any of their leather or cotton clothes are dyed a bright neon green

Carlin instinctively licks his hand to see if the dye will come off, he almost throws up from the taste

The door opens, and Igtbtgh crit fails to determine whether there’s someone outside, and is now convinced that there’s been someone following them who opened the door

He goes outside to stand vigilant watch as Carlin and Innchie press forward

Innchie sends a telepathic message to Aurora to go explore the basement

Aurora finds the armoury and storage room, which has some weapons (she steals a rapier) and armour with the High Council emblem and colours, a crate with 10 health potions (which she pockets), and a crate of unused weapons and armour (all with the symbol of a fist)

Carlin opens the door to the next room, which is revealed as the master bedroom

Unfortunately, he accidentally sets off the trip wire, which causes a literally blinding bright light and an alarm to go off

Now this is where things take a different turn then I thought they would

Instead of trying to disarm the alarm, Innchie grabs a blind Carlin, runs out of the library, grabs Igtbtgh, and runs down the gallery

The eyes of the portraits glow as the armour activate, starting to move towards them

However, they’re already out the door 

Aurora, hearing the alarm, runs up the stairs and gets to the second floor

She sees the rest of her party, reassures them that it’s her in disguise, and uses rope trick to hide everyone

However, Innchie decides to stay out and deal with the incoming guards

She declares herself as Princess Ruminarch from “the country across the sea,” and manages to convince all of them 

She also says that she saw a handsome “lean green machine” of a man go up another flight of stairs (to the roof)

She’s escorted downstairs by one guard as the rest of the guards, Captain Athura, and Councillor Galanodel scatter to find the intruder

Once downstairs, Innchie casts suggestion on the escort, telling him to go help the others, before heading back upstairs

Baldwin, having heard the alarm and seeing the commotion, offers his help to find the intruder

He finds Galanodel in a woman’s bedroom which appears to have been unused for a very long time, the only striking thing being the moons, stars, and planets painted on the wall

Galanodel thanks him for his help, and suggests that Baldwin checks the other spare bedroom

Now originally, I had the Serpent following the group and grabbing the key to the puzzle to the secret treasure room when the alarm goes off, but Igtbtgh was standing outside of the library door so that wasn’t possible...

In the spare bedroom, Corrick spots a small figure on the ceiling who bolts, but not before he calls out that he found the intruder and casts Hunter’s Mark

Aurora at this point has dropped down out of the pocket dimension, no longer in disguise

She sees a feminine figure running along the ceiling very very quickly

Surprise, it’s the Serpent!

However, the Serpent throws down two smoke bombs, obscuring vision

With Hunter’s Mark, Baldwin knows where the Serpent is, and he casts a spell that prevents her from moving

Aurora tries dispelling the cloud of fog-like smoke, however she’s not sure how to do so other than trying to make a strong enough wind with her dress

It takes a couple of tries, but Baldwin grabs the Serpent and yanks her down (probably dislocating her shoulders)

He pins her down and punches her until she surrenders

She’s very nonchalant, impressed that they caught her

Taking off the Serpent’s mask and goggles, Aurora recognizes her as the missing band member downstairs

She’s hauled away by the guards with ease in chains

Meanwhile, Innchie is sneaking into the woman’s bedroom that Galanodel had come from, trying to guess if there’s a secret room she can open

Sensing some form of barrier magic from the paintings, she just guesses and presses a hand on the large painting of earth

A magical door opens up, and she steps inside

Immediately upon entering, she’s tackled and pinned by a iron mechanical bear

An elven man with unnaturally white hair and small glasses perched on his nose (which the people in the pocket dimension had briefly seen) yells loudly that he’s finally caught her

Innchie says (truthfully for once) that she isn’t who he’s looking for, and says that the person involved may be getting away

He’s suspicious, but gets the bear to let her go

He says that he’ll check it out and if he’s right he owes her one, but Urso will take care of her if she’s lying 

The bear, who is named Urso, sits down and just monitors the room

As Innchie looks around the treasure room, she sees the gauntlet 

She summons Rupert and tells him to wait a minute after she leaves, then to grab the gauntlet and fly out the window in the bedroom next door

It works perfectly, and Rupert snatches the gauntlet and escapes before Urso can even react

The elven man goes outside and sees that the Serpent had been caught

He apologizes to Innchie, who had already caught up to him outside

He introduces himself as Karn, artificer and traps specialist, and that she can find him in the library at Salv where he works if she ever needs him

He bustles off to disarm the traps while Councillor Galanodel, Aurora, and Baldwin continue talking 

Aurora: what were you trying to protect? Councillor Galanodel: something very precious to me Aurora: ....well...I hope it’s still there....

Igtbtgh, this entire time, is trying to figure out how to get out of the pocket dimension and the estate without calling attention to the fact that he’s guiltily dyed green alongside Carlin

He constructs a burqa-like covering, puts it on, straps Carlin to his chest underneath to look like a pregnant woman, then shimmies down the rope out of the pocket dimension

Unfortunately, he slips and falls the last little bit

Seeing that he caught Councillor Galanodel’s attention, he throws down one of his own smoke bombs and books it

Innchie OOC: you’re like a weird Islamic ninja

It was 1 am and I could not stop laughing

Baldwin offers to chase after what he thinks is a suspicious individual, with Aurora offering to help this “stranger”

They head out, and Innchie goes and finds Rupert who is holding the gauntlet, pocketing the item

They all escape back to the main part of Keltar, successfully getting the gauntlet!

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The Rose Which Bloomed In Thunder - Chapter III - [The Sacred Waters]

Nature’s electrifying magic which engulfed Garrett’s form suddenly melted away, leaving him laying on his stomach on the grassy ground underneath - now bursting alive. 

Orange chrysanthemums rising from their youthful slumber round his body - as if to cast a spell of the sand - Jacob’s magic.

“Huh...?”

Garrett’s body fidgeted briskly for a mere moment, as he sluggishly rose his head - his nose meeting the fragile petals of a chrysanthemum. His eyes widened, as a sudden sneezing reflex overtook him.

Garrett’s sneezes were akin to a fairy’s giggle - frail, and almost inaudible to an untrained ear.

Garrett turned his gaze forward, towards the path enlightened by the morning spell of the first star - which was now mantled by chrysanthemums in bloom.

Upon lifting himself up to his feet, Garrett’s curiosity grew by the second, as the chrysanthemums dazzled with an orange light; a swirl of sand magically bursting from their buried roots, enveloping their robust stems.

A blinding tinge of light cast by the first star instictively had Garrett cover his eyes. The dainty sound of flittering wings had him look up in pure consternation; the chrysanthemums have been transformed into tiny butterflies of six colours. It was as if each pair of wings represented magic of both Element and Spirit.

At that moment, Garrett’s features were ensorcerelled into gratefulness and bliss - as a titter of delight danced on his frame.

Lavender twinkles of lightning swiveled around each of Garrett’s fingers - as a butterfly landed on his gorgeous golden hair - the graceful flapping of its periwinkle wings breaking out the same galvanic spark.

The butterfly resting on Garrett’s head swooped away, joining its brethren on the way to the north, where it is said that the light of the first star, the light of the little silver, and the light of the flickering sky dust, align once every one hundred years.

Amidst all of this natural magic that unfolded beyond his sheer moment of peace and innocence - Garrett set his sights on a rabble of black butterflies. 

The majestic creatures took to a rather indimidating path; one which was dark and drained. It was the way of the west, which guarded the gate to Evernight - a concealed den for wizards of Necromancy; a spiritual element dealing with the souls of the dead, as well as the revival of their previous forms of flesh and bone.

Garrett, through the intuitive prism of endless credibility, wouldn’t know that he would have to cross through Evernight as to hear Jacob’s voice call his name.

As the small black ephemeral angels continued their sophisticated dance in the air, which further lured Garrett into the ill-lit west clearing - suddenly came to a stop by the moment his irises of amber spotted a flowing river.

It’s gray appearance communicated to the wizard of Tempestrakinesis a mournful, eerie feeling - poorly masked by frangible pearls twinkling at the bottom of the streams.

The young wizard’s cautious touch reached for the never before seen treasure, carefully taking one out of the water. Before he could glance at it up close, a panicked gasp left his lips. The pearl bore such a short lifespan, that it began to gradually crumble in Garrett’s hand.

The harsh call of nearby crows had Garrett cringe profusely, as his sight landed upon the gate to Evernight.

Approaching the strange gate through overawed tip-toes, Garrett’s shaken voice broke out:

“Hello?”

There was only a mocking cackle. One which Garrett could tell was coming from a boy wizard. What followed was the ridiculed repeat of Garrett’s wary words.

“Helloooo?”

Garrett stepped back, as a girl wizard’s voice was heard. It sounded monotone, yet furtive.

“Spare him, DeathBlade. He may be a wizard of Tempestrakinesis, but I can perceive that he must pass through.”

Garrett blinked in utter disbelief, as the gate leading into Evernight creaked open.

The howls of countless lost souls pierced through Garrett’s acute hearing, as he promptly wrapped his arms around him in a protective behavior.

Liliac lightning pulsed around his being - dawdling footsteps lining the dusty, black pavements. Garrett shut his eyes - awaiting something to burden his shoulders. He seemed to appear cowardly, yet that was merely his exterior - his interior resounded in thunder; a clear sign of courage, natural to any wizard of the mighty tempests. Truthfully, he did not show fear of Necromancy, it was the atmosphere of Evernight that made him feel tense.

A curtain of fog faded before him - the sight of a young Necromancer’s long blonde hair and a judgemental expression had Garrett shiver uncomfortably.

“Are you afraid of Death Magic?” The Necromancer female spoke aloud, as Garrett glanced around him; cobwebs lying on every crevice - piles atop of piles of rotting bones originating from countless corpses - and black crows poking their sharp beaks onto dead eyeballs.

In spite of the gruesome décor of the inner den, Garrett turned his gaze away from the blonde-haired female Necromancer, and answered to her inquiry without an ounce of doubt or fright in his voice:

“...No. Necromancy is no threat to me.”

Garrett would then suddenly cringe at the slurping and licking sounds of a male Necromancer - who seemed to be occupied on trying to break open a stray bone. Upon acknowledging Garrett’s brief second of hesitation, he smirks mockingly, and then proceeds to chomp down hard on the bone he’s been playing around with.

“He’s lying, my princess.” The male Necromancer chuckled confidently, licking his lips.

The female Necromancer’s gaze turned to him, as her irises flashed a light gray light - her eyeballs tainting a pitch-black shade. Her nimble fingers curled into a fist, as the other Necromancer began to feel as though something was cutting him short of breath.

Garrett only watched in distress as the young girl Necromancer’s fist unclenched, as the other gasped for air.

Those who wrongly judge others by their demeanors are punished through the reveal of a plotting heart. 

”I can see that this wizard before me is One of the Storm, one who seeks his significant other.” The female Necromancer’s voice rang through the den, bringing a smile upon the males who surrounded her throne of carcasses that she lied upon.

Her hand reached for the mouth of the den - the other side which will finally lead Garrett to Jacob.

“The path is yours to cross, DarkCloud.” She whispered, as her eyes flashed from a pale grey to a baby blue colour.

“How do you know my name?” Garrett questioned the Necromancer female, who didn’t bother to glance at him in return.

“No more questions! Come on, off you go!” Came the scratchy tone of voice of another male Necromancer - whom Garrett presumed to be the DeathBlade wizard - as he felt being pushed from behind out of their hiding den, and into the light from outside. 

“Oi! Don’t step on my beautiful boots!” The DeathBlade wizard barked, as Garrett took off into an enlightened meadow outside of the Necromancers’ Evernight, dubbed by Wizards of Cleansing as the Evergrowing Grove, where the sacred Pristine Waters run - and where Jacob was awaiting Garrett’s arrival.

“Come to me and we shall embrace.”

Upon recognizing the young wizard’s black and orange cape, feathered hat and short, jet-black hair, Garrett breathed out a sigh of relief, as Jacob turned to face him - a small smile grazing his features.

Garrett didn’t let such precious instances go to waste, his inner self wished he could speak to him how much he awaited to see him - for it has been moons apart since they have last spoken their mind to one another.

Now, it was all but Garrett.

Jacob wrapped his arms around Garrett, tightly holding onto him - as the wizard of Tempestrakinesis rested his head on his shoulder - it has now become clearer and clearer. 

A romance was beautifully ablaze between two young male wizards.

Once the two wizards parted from their reunion, Garrett touched his head with single finger - a spell he had cast through a simple finger gesture rid him of his robes and boots, as the Pristine Waters continued to flow - right above his waistline.

Jacob had cast the same spell, as he turned to Garrett’s back, and lightly patted his bare shoulder.

A cold chill ran down Garrett’s spine, as he whimpered stiffly.

A weakened word of apology left the wizard of Tempestrakinesis - as he gently grabbed on Jacob’s wrist, and placed it on his head.

“You...want to wash my hair, don’t you? That’s how its done by every young male wizard when they come for a dip here.” Garrett questioned in his usually shy tone of voice, as Jacob nodded his head in approval.

“All for you.” Jacob responded in a straightforward yet wise manner to Garrett, as he dipped his hands deep into the magical water, and then ran them through Garrett’s short, soft hair of gold.

The treasured feeling of having Jacob’s hands running freely through his locks made Garrett feel like someone reborn afresh - someone that has magically transformed into a deep sea creature of love and lightning in a bond that would never be shattered apart.

A soft giggle erupted from Garrett’s throat, as Jacob kissed the side of neck playfully; his hands still lost in Garrett’s blonde tresses.

Once he had finished washing Garrett’s hair, Jacob didn’t notice that small pearls had gotten stuck on his fringes.

Garrett’s innocent chuckling simply made Jacob’s heart flutter - the young wizard of Sunakinesis could only clutch at his chest; this was his first love. Wise and considerate by nature, he will treat Garrett as affectionately as he can to make him the happiest wizard there is. Even if passion is not a natural occurrence to his element, it could still happen.

The two wizards clasp their hands together as their foreheads touch - the stares of orange and purple that they shared to one another was the work of their own magic elements - mending into one.

A mystical swish of sand revolved around Jacob’s form as he stepped out of the Pristine Waters - he was once again clothed in his robe and his feathered hat was proudly stuffed on his head. His hand reached out to Garrett, as he too was encircled by rays of purple lightningbolts - he could feel his cape fluttering behind him, his boots touching the soil - and his body wrapped in the satin of the storm clouds.

Garrett gripped Jacob by his extended hand, pulling him from the water. As the two young wizards held their hands, they trudged towards the light of the first star. This experience of bathing in sacred waters was not only something Garrett has almost never done, but it was also to fulfill his bond with Jacob.

[solarpunksoftie]

additional fun facts about the Gene Pool

because i cant be stopped and oh hello new obsession

my sides

A - Adrienne   E - Ethan   L - Laura   P - Pandora   D - Daryl

Favourite Colour

A - Green

E - Red

L - Blue

P - Yellow

D - Purple

Favourite Music

A - The Struts, Major Lazer, Ariana Grande

E - Rise Against, Green Day, Paramore

L - Lindsey Stirling, Sleeping At Last, Ratatat

P - KONGOS, Arctic Monkeys, Bastille

D - Twenty One Pilots, The Neighborhood, The Front Bottoms

Favourite Foods/Bev

A - Popsicles, Bananas, Mussels / Dr. Pepper

E - Yogurt+Granola, Lamb, Bacon / Juice

L - Steak, Mushrooms, Ramen(its convenient!) / Tea

P - Berries, Spaghetti, Clif Bars (chocolatey ones) / Coffee

D - BBQ Chips, Goldfish, Cheesecake / Hot Cocoa

Favourite Movie

A - Avengers

E - The Sting

L - Cosmos: War of the Planets (they fuckin lov terrible movies)

P - Indiana Jones and the Lost Arc

D - Heathers

Favourite T.V. Show

A - Rick and Morty

E - Brooklyn Nine-Nine

L - Star Trek (tos)

P - The Walking Dead

D -  Cutthroat Kitchen

Favourite Fiction Genre / AO3 Tag

A - Action / Smut

E - Drama / Hurt Comfort

L - Sci-fi / College AU

P - Fantasy / Graphic Depictions of Violence

D - Slice of Life / Whump

Favourite Musical / Song from it

A - Catch Me If You Can / Live in Living Color

E - Les Miserables / Do You Hear The People Sing 

L - Hamilton / Non-Stop

P - Into The Woods / I Know Things Now

D -  Heathers / Lifeboat

Favourite Activity

A - sex, dancing, late night shenanigans with friends

E - attending protests, witchcraft, hiking

L - painting, research, watching movies

P - cooking, playing horror games, playing with animals

D - sleeping, listening to music, cuddling (but they’ll never admit it)

Favourite Affection

A - kisses. not necessarily romantic, forehead, cheek, hand, etc are all awesome

E - massages, especially shoulders

L - hair play

P - hand holding and casual touches

D - hugs, but so touch starved he’ll take anything

Favourite exercise

A - Dance!

E - Swimming

L - Climbing

P - Bicycle

D - pass…

If They Had A Super Power…

A - Flight

E - Pyrokinesis/Pyrogenesis

L - Time Stop

P - Invincibility

D - Invisibility

Weapon Of Choice

A - Falchion… specifically this one 

E - spiked bat

L - Pistol

P - Bowie Knife

D - Switchblade

Travel Destination

A - Amsterdam OR Cross Country Road Trip

E - International Relief Aid (they have no concept of relaxation)

L - Ireland

P - Hawaii

D - no thanks..

Element

A - Air

E - Fire

L - Earth

P - Water

D - Smoke

Theme Songs

A - Raise Your Glass, P!nk - Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, P!atD

E - Architects, Rise Against - Uprising, Muse - Feeling Sorry, Paramore

L - Conquest of Spaces, Woodkid

P - Laugh Till I Cry, The Front Bottoms - Stressed Out, Twenty One Pilots

D - Trapdoor, Twenty One Pilots - Be Nice To Me, The Front Bottoms - The Draw, Bastille

Little Quirks

A - Happy Dances, Winks, Hair Fluffs

E - Impatient finger tapping, “Cool Kid” posing, Blowing hair out of face

L - clasped hands, Adjusting glasses, straitening tie

P - deforest kelley bounce, hands nervously in pockets, always ready to rabbit

D - Tired face rub, eye roll, lip biting

Zodiac Sign/Planet (all from my full chart)

A - Aries Moon

E - Scorpio Mars

L - Libra Mercury

P - Sagittarius Jupiter

D - Pisces Saturn

Shadow Emotion

A - Loneliness

E - Sadness

L - Confusion

P - Fear

D - Anger

Alignment

A - Chaotic Neutral - fuck it this looks fun

E - Chaotic Good - I will burn this city to the ground to save a child

L - Lawful Good - do the right thing the Right way and you get the best results

P - Lawful Neutral - follow the rules and you won’t get hurt

D - Neutral Evil - I’m tired just kill yourself

Hogwarts House

A - Gryffindor

E - Slytherin / Gryffindor

L - Ravenclaw / Slytherin

P - Gryffindor

D - Hufflepuff

D&D Class

A - Sorcerer

E - Druid

L - Wizard

P - Ranger

D - Rogue

MBTI / my function stack

A - ESFP / Se

E - ENFP / Fi

L - ENTJ / Te

P - ISTP / inferior Ni

D - INFP - none, hes a disorder

God Tier 

A - Maid of Breath

E - Knight of Space

L - Sylph of Mind

P - Mage of Rage

D - Page of Doom

High School Superlatives

A - Best Person to Travel With

E - Most Likely to Help Hide a Body

L - Most Likely to Succeed

P - Best Person to Get Stranded With

D - Worst Case of Senioritis

Vices/Virtues

A - Sex/Kindness

E - Rage/Courage

L - Overwork/Diligence 

P - Alcohol/Vigilance 

D - Drugs/Humility

When Stressed

A - loses all sense of direction and will jump onto the first suggestion someone makes to relieve the stress. Gets paranoid about appearance. Easily becomes overwhelmed/sensory overloaded and needs soft things, stim things, and fidgit toys to keep from becoming entirely incoherent.

E - Gets really impatient and short with people. If the stress escalates they will angry cry from frustration. Slams doors, yells unnecessarily.

L - Comes to a complete stop. They can’t complete a thought coherently and are easily confused. Prone to quitting from distress, coming to the conclusion that the most logical thing is to remove ones self from the stress while also stuck on the fact that it’s stressful because it’s too important to ignore. They basically experience blue screen of death by becoming a feedback loop of “oh no”.

P - The paranoia is in full bloom. they can get delusional and jumpy. Fears intensify. Outwardly, the only sign that somethings wrong is the occasional thousand yard stare or, contrastly, they get hyper vigilant. They’re just always ready.

D - Nap Time. If naps are not acquired they become crazy aggressive and verbally abusive. Every problem is a personal attack and it must be Gene’s fault. Craves death but will settle for a razor.

When They Like Someone

A - a smooth motherfucker. loves the seduction game. will wear lingerie under her clothes in case the opportunity arises to take it off ;)

E - Skittish. romance is the one emotional department they always fumble with. will compliment a lot and try to win them over, but takes a long time to act on anything for fear of misreading the other person’s intentions and making them uncomfortable.

L - Direct. knows the importance of presentation and is a good manipulator, so may implement their skills unintentionally. Really they just want the other person on the same page as them.

P - Suspicion. they normally aren’t attracted to someone unless the other person flirts first, and they are distrustful of others’ intentions. only once they feel safe with their crush will they act more directly and can actually be very charming.

D - Obsession and Despair. This person becomes their everything, which terrifies them, so they try and pull away to avoid getting hurt, and then get upset that the person isnt paying enough attention to them, and then the “im unlovable” spiral begins.

When Injured (with irl experiences oops)

A - powers through with force of will. will convince herself that its not a big deal. would probably try to finish a marathon with a broken leg. not stubborn if told to seek help, however, theyre just really bad at judging the severity/urgency of an injury. (went through their day without a care in the world after a head injury, legit didn’t think it was a big deal. the bump just looked nasty)

E - stubborn as a mule to keep up their badass image. will brush off most things even if they know its bad news. the only time the facade drops is when theyre alone, and then theyre a mess. (helped someone move despite the fact that they were seriously ill. hid it the whole time. collapsed when they got home)

L - reacts appropriately to the situation. has an objective enough knowledge of medicine and anatomy to assess the severity and urgency of an injury and will seek help if needed. 

P - Panic. has a slight inclination to hypochondria that only comes out when something is wrong. stubbed tow? its broken. stomach ache? it could be cancer or their appendix is gonna burst. weird symptoms they dont recognize? absolutely positive theyre gonna die. if they cant see whats wrong the panic is worse. is actually not bad dealing with flesh wounds, but still wont hesitate in seeking care. (full blown panic attack when a uti started exhibiting unfamiliar symptoms and couldn’t receive immediate care)

D - secrecy. wont tell anyone. 10/10 most likely to silently stitch up a wound themselves and no one would be the wiser. (suffering silently through a migraine without medication, cleaning up self harm cuts)

Negative Influences

A - Reckless behavior, abandoning obligations in favour of a fun activity, drug use

E - Being argumentative, “anyone who doesnt agree with me is the enemy” knee jerk reaction, grudges

L - Obsessive behavior, hyper focus, over rationalizing feelings away

P - Irrational fears, distrust of others, exhausting hyper vigilance

D - Depression my dudes, self worth issues, self harm in all forms

Positive Influences

A - Trying new things, Courage, enjoying the simple pleasures

E - Passion, Moral compass, Determination

L - keeping my life structured, love of learning, the designer

P - self preservation, observing others’ personal boundaries, being prepared

D - ?????, keeps me from becoming too powerful,, ???????

When To Worry About Them

A - would rather stay home than go out, reclusive behavior

E - either theyre constantly fuming or they become painfully apathetic

L - none of their ideas make sense, language issues

P - always v stressed

D - smiley mask, overly compliant, overly positive

How They Chill

A - Nature Walks

E - Low Key hangouts with friends

L - Coloring books

P - Music - will often chill and listen to music with Daryl

D - Sleep - falls asleep while listening to music with Pandora

ill probly add onto this when i think of more stuff, but here for now

Self Care

A - Dressing up, cuz looking good for your own sake does wonders for emotional wellbeing

E - Talking to people, it’s not fair to you or your friends to shut them out, and the attention makes Adrienne happy

L - Hot Shower. As well as being good hygiene, hot showers improve circulation and relax muscles and the mind

P - cooking a whole meal for yourself, because you have a penchant for denying yourself food, and its a creative, mentally stimulating activity that gets you moving and is satisfying

D - He’d say sleep, but he always wants to sleep so its mostly detrimental. So he’s with Laura on hot showers, but like, in the dark. They’re good for if you’re upset, or nauseous, or tired, or have a migraine, or need a cry. Don’t gotta put much thought into it, if somethings wrong it can probably be fixed with a shower. Also the warmth is super nice, and a locked dark bathroom is basically the most secure place you have access to. AND you can use nice smelling soaps and stuff, so Addy is happy too. Showers are just default best.

Which Sanders Sides theyre most like

A - Patton

E - Roman

L - Logan

P - Anxiety

D - get fucked

As My Friends… 

A - Kevin - big puppy dog, adventure/food/trouble friend

E - John - loud and proud and also my libra buddy

L - Owen - too smart jesus christ

P - Bri - anxiety ridden and prepared for everything

D - Jake - seriously hes the embodiment of depression anyway its horrifying

Physical Details

A - always wearing body glitter. nothing too Extra but just enough for a slight shimmer

E - has all the tattoos ive ever fantasized about. when i think up a new one it gets added to the collection. the buffest looking; when they work out they go for tone cuz they love the look

L - the only one who wears glasses. also wears a binder cuz theyre most comfortable flat-chested

P - carries any injuries i have at the time, including random bruises or cuts. actually the strongest even though they dont look it

D - has cuts all up their arms. they’re normally wrapped in bandages or hidden under hoodies. Deep under eye bags and the thinnest by far cuz they never heckin eat

Group Opinion

A - despite being the oldest everyone sees her as the little sister they need to protect. they love when shes happy and they all put in efforts to keep her out of too much trouble for the most part

E - they see them as a bit of an egomaniac, which isnt too far off. they are the judicial voice of the group, keeping everyone in line. those who deviate too far face their wrath.

L - the nerd. the others actually try to dismiss them a lot, since a lot of times they end up holding the group back. wildly unappreciated even though theyre normally right and helpful

P - doesn’t normally pop into group discussions, and is more of a casual observer, only participating when necessary. the others appreciate this about them, because for real if they contributed all the time id be a lot more stressed out

D - the villain. everyone always attacks everything they say (with good reason). despite this they still somehow end up winning a pretty good amount of decisions, cuz they are disgustingly good at twisting words and appealing to what at least one of the others wants. no one trusts them