#- and change. no shimmer was created for any specific reason (probably) they just... live. they Are. like humans Are

[wheucto]

an ii/su crossover would be fun just for the trichotomy of light-based beings. inorganic light/organic light/whatever the ii contestants are

[atherix]

What sort of traditional foods are made in the fae realm?

Hello! I have been thinking about this for... SO long. And I still don't know how to answer it in a way that satisfies even me.

So we've established already that the Fae realm was designed as basically an idealistic copy of the Natural world, created from the Fae god's memories. Unsurprisingly, this means some of the dishes in the Fae realm resemble, to some degree, Natural realm food.

We're not interested in those, though.

So! As per the story Scar is telling Grian, the creatures, animals and beasts of the Fae realm were given life and soul by the fourth fairy light and were declared by their god as being divine, and the Elves were tasked with their care. This means that animals and beasts from the Fae realm cannot be eaten as food. Remember, the five fairy lights considered themselves all sisters, so Fae animals and beasts and creatures are considered the sisters of the Elves. Animals from the Natural world are fair game, but have to be prepared in a very specific way to honor their life. (There probably are Natural animals being kept in the Fae realm specifically for this reason, btw, so they don't have to go, uh, hunting, but they're primarily there for the humans/changed children who live there. When was meat introduced to the Fae realm? Probably around the first time an adult human wandered through a Fairy ring, honestly.)

Now, of course, all food in the Fae realm is prepared and cooked in... magic. Of course. Everything in the Fae realm is made of magic in the first place, so their food is magic. They have some incredibly unique fruit and vegetable dishes that don't exist in the Natural world, as they're from magic trees and fields tended through magic. Everything has a sort of... glow to it, a shimmer you could say. It will oftentimes be the best thing that any non-Fae will ever taste, depending on what magic the Fae who prepared it pushed into it; everyone experiences it differently. For the Fae it's just food, but to humans and the like... well. It's magic. If the cook intends for the person eating it to stay, all other food will taste like ash in their mouth and they will never know joy until they are eating Fae food again; if the cook intends for their mind to be consumed, nothing will ever feel right again and they will slowly lose their minds. It's all based on what magic is used and what intent. This is why, and this will be important in a few stories from now, it is advised that a non-Fae never accepts Fae food except from a Fae they would trust with their life.

Now as for the food itself- you have the fruits and vegetables, of course, but you also have soups and meat dishes (always made from Natural animals, no Fae animals at all, respectfully prepared and washed in mild ambrosia) and funny colored drinks and herbs humans have never even seen before, and something akin to honey that is the sweetest thing you will ever taste. The Fae even have some sort of bread, though their bread is more akin to cake bread than sandwich bread. A lot of their foods are sweet and savoury, not much in the way of sour or bitter or brittle or salty. For Fae (and the changed children) whose tastes don't run sweet, though, there are certain herbs and spices which can dampen or even completely rid the sweet.

Of course, as I said before, the way Fae cook it is also important too- after all, if you intend to trap a human in your realm and hand them sweet honey tea, all they're going to taste is the magic intent. And if they like bitter, that sweet honey might not taste so sweet :) This doesn't work on other Fae or even child-claimed humans, but for anyone else...

Bottom line is, regardless of what they're serving- whether it's a sandwich that you can vaguely identify a Natural-world version of or some weird semi-solid sauce on a sliced bit of Natural-world ham- if you're human and not claimed by a Fae, it will likely taste like whatever you want it to be.

... Unless you're impervious to Fae magic :) At which point- well, if you're not affected by Fae Magic... I wonder what it tastes like, when it's all magic. Hm.

[c-is-for-circinate]

Post-ep 123 Reaction

Wow, y’all.  What a ride.

You know, I used to do these after every single CR episode.  Every single one, 2 AM, exhausted and dazed, trying to pour out smart thinky thoughts onto tumblr because I’d be so overflowing with ideas and feelings.

I haven’t so much, lately, and I think part of that is just the fact that I have not been enjoying this Aeor arc.  I’ve hated the traveling along with Lucien in a way that’s made it unpleasant to watch, instead of fun.  (For me, personally!  Many people have been enjoying the tension, and I know the players have been enjoying the tension, and that’s fine!  Yay for them!)  Some of the ancient ruins explorations, too, have gotten just a little too creepy-horror-game for sitting alone in my apartment at one in the morning.  I’ve had less to say.  I’ve wanted to say it less.

And that’s not true tonight.  I can’t remember the last time I got excited about a CR episode like I was tonight.  Oh, there’ve been bits and moments I loved all throughout, there always are, that’s why I’m still watching live even in an arc that hasn’t thrilled me, but I loved the whole episode today, all five and a half hours of it, and god that feels good.

So in celebration, some specific bullet points:

The start of the episode, the discovery of the eyes on Beau and Caleb.  The attempts at science.  The fear, and yet, also, the glimmers of...okay but what if we could use this?  (The moment in the second half, after the Tombtakers ran off, when Beau suggests going into her dreams to ask for help to find them--yes.  Yes.  I still don’t have a lot of interest in evil wizard plotlines when you doom yourself/the world/etc out of curiosity, but the willingness to dive into this terrifying thing that might change you, might break you, because you need what it can give you in order to save a thing you love (your friends, the world) more than you need to be whole or sane or even, necessarily, alive--that is my GOOD SHIT.)     

Guys, I just loved every single minute of that white dragon fight, okay?  It was such a mess.  It was such a mess!  And look, there’s a very specific kind of frenetic energy that the table gets when they find themselves in the middle of a terrifying boss battle, and there’s a different very specific kind of wild ‘this may as well happen’ energy they get when things go terribly wrong entirely due to random chance, and getting the compound of both of those things at once is always glorious.  Nobody is prepared for anything!  Everybody is freaking out!  There’s good reason to suspect that, even if someone dies a bit, everyone’s going to make it out alive, but shit’s wild in the middle there and it’s just such a joy to watch.     

Likewise, I know that final fight was really stressful for both the cast and a lot of viewers, but honestly in so many ways I watched it feeling so much less stressed than the past few weeks have made me?  Yes, it was a horrible, horrible fight, the team in so far over their heads, so low on sleep and spells and any resources at all.  But, god, thank god, at least it was finally over.  There’s no going back to fake amity with the Tombtakers after this, no more playing along and trying to plot treason while the person you’re plotting against is probably hearing every word.  Enemies can be faced!  They can be fought, or fled, or defeated, they can be destroyed or put off for another day, but at least nobody’s pretending any more while trapped in wary uncertain fear of their own houseguests.  At least now it’s done.     

The fucking Iron Shepherds parallels.  Just.  Yes. I have hated the trapped feelings of traveling alongside Lucien and his crew, but the Iron Shepherds parallels are, while stab-me-in-the-heart painful, so fucking good.  The very best moments with Lucien have been the ones that mimic Mollymauk, not even because they bring hope that Molly could come back to us someday (although that’s there, that faint shimmering thread), but because it is always the best, worst, most glorious twist of irony. Molly died trying to save his friends, saving his friends, from the violence of a monster who was so very like him in all the ways he was terrified to know.  Lorenzo and his ragtag group of multiclassed minions, full of loyalty, arrogance, unexpected powers, here to torture and enslave.  The Nein have more power now, a little more negotiated control, they are different--but so much of it is just window-dressing as they’ve been dragged along on this pell-mell journey against their will, told when to walk and when to sleep, headed towards a place they would’ve gone anyway at the behest of someone they really do not give a shit about any more.  It’s so much the same. And the thing that is beautiful, and the thing that I love, the one thing for which I do love Lucien, is just--god, the irony.  The irony!  Because it’s not just that Lucien is like Lorenzo, that Molly turns out to be like the man that killed him after all; it’s not just Lucien, all unknowing, rebuilding old grudges and replaying old scenes without even knowing them.  It’s the fact that Molly’s death is the only reason this can happen in the first place. Mollymauk Tealeaf, murdered and buried, wanting only to protect his teammates from a megalomaniacal killer--sacrificing himself on a hope and a chance that maybe, maybe, he and his friends could all survive, and they’d all be fucked anyway if he didn’t--he died to do it.  And it worked.  They were safe, for a little while, for long enough to rescue Jester and Yasha and Fjord.  Long enough to keep going, to leave part of the world better than they found it, to canonize him in his own way.  Except now here they are again, worse and deeper into the same shit than ever before, and it never could have been like this if Molly had survived.  He derailed Lorenzo long enough to save them then, and created the forward path for the Lucien they’re facing now. It’s terrible.  It’s beautiful.  And that’s some damn good storytelling.

The start of the next episode is going to be very very hard for the Nein!  In so many ways, they’re back exactly where they were episodes ago when they first started traveling with Lucien’s crew to begin with: one threshhold crest in their possession, beat to hell and almost entirely out of spells, exhausted, in desperate need of a long rest, with a probably-pursuing enemy that doesn’t seem inclined to let them have one.  It’s as untenable now as it was then.

They have so much more knowledge now (was it worth it?).  They have their own connection to the city now (will it cost them more than they’ve gained?).  Maybe they have a direction.  Probably they’ve got options.  They’ve got an angel, an owl, a wooly mammoth, and a destination.  Maybe, if they’re very fast and very lucky, maybe, if Caleb uses a teleport spell or they somehow manage to navigate through the snow in their exhaustion with all their luck, they’ll make it to Essek in time to collapse almost safely.  They’ve needed backup so badly.  They’ve needed someone, anyone, to keep them safe for just a few hours so they can plan, and think, and sleep.

And they’ve been so busy trying to play nice, giving in to their fear, trying to avoid the fight they just dove into (with half the team exhausted and half their spell slots gone!), that they haven’t let themselves go and get those things.  And now they’re out the other side of that fight.  Now they know, just a bit more, what Lucien and his team are made of.

Now they can finally, maybe, maybe, start finding ways to take back their own control instead of keeling over with the fear.  I hope.  I hope, I hope, I hope.

[trashmenofmarvel]

Branded - Chapter 35

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You're off to see the wizards.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: No specifics given because they would be spoilers, but expect major angst and psychological horror.

AO3

The arrival back to your apartment was surprisingly anticlimactic. You put down Monster’s carrier and let him loose as Bucky carefully set down your bags in the bedroom. He asked if you needed help, but you insisted you were fine. You were too nervous now that you were back and needed something to distract you from thoughts of what you were going to say to Strange.

“Why don’t we worry about that in a day or two?” he said while standing awkwardly in your living room. His smile was faint, but you figured it was from the tiring drive. “I need to come up a plan anyway of what exactly we should tell him.”

“Right.” That sounded perfectly reasonable. “You heading home, then?”

“I… probably should.” Now his smile seemed strained. “But I’ll check in how you’re doing later.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine, really.” It might have been silly, but you really didn’t want him to think you were the clingy type. Even if that’s what you kind of were due to magical circumstance. “Probably going to read or veg out in front of the computer. Let me know when you want to go see Strange and I’ll be ready.”

“Yeah. Will do.”

Bucky stood there, hands tucked into his pockets, stiff. You’d noticed the change as soon as you’d entered the city, like he was reverting back to his old self.

You opened your mouth to ask if he was okay and took a step forward, but Bucky was already retreating toward the front door. And before you knew it, he was gone.

Stinging pricked inside your ribcage. You hadn’t thought anything would change once you came back. You’d really thought the way Bucky had been with you at your house was going to be the new normal. Had you been naïve to think that?

No, you told yourself. Bucky was stressed about facing the wizards, and considering his history, he had every right to be. You were nervous too, and you were going to push it out of your mind and focus on something productive.

You did do some reading and tried to catch up on some shows, but your mind wandered, your nerves on edge. You nearly jerked off the couch when your phone buzzed and you slapped for it on the coffee table. It was a text from Bucky.

Hey sweetheart. How you feeling?

Your heart fluttered at the pet name, but then sank into your stomach. Was this what Bucky had meant by checking up on you? You thought he’d stop by in person. Maybe stay for dinner. Couple’s stuff.

You shoved the selfish thought away.

I’m okay, how are you? you texted back, because you were going to be the bigger person and not leave him on read, and then you tossed the phone back onto the coffee table.

When next it buzzed, you glanced at it to see Bucky had answered back that he was fine, and he was going to see Strange tomorrow, and that he wanted to do it first without you.

Your heart sank further and you didn’t respond. Realizing you were being childish, your anxiety making up problems that weren’t there, you got up to take a shower and go to bed. The multiple feedings of the day before were still affecting you, but you found it difficult to fall asleep, missing the warmth next to you so much that it physically hurt.

Could Bucky feel your pain? Or were you too far away for him to feel it? Either way, he didn’t appear on your doorstep.

The next morning you checked your phone and only found a semi-accusatory text from your mom for not letting her know you had arrived safely. Feeling like the shit daughter you were, you called her back and assured her you were alive and not dead on the side of the road somewhere.

After that, you whittled away the time with cleaning your apartment. It’d been a while and you needed it. And then you managed to capture your hobgoblin and attack him with a brush, getting all the loose fur out of his undercoat. Monster acted like a brat and tried to squirm out of your arms the whole time, but you both escaped the procedure unharmed.

You did dishes, laundry, made your bed, and even scrubbed the toilet. You were actually getting into the whole cleaning thing when your phone vibrated in your pocket. Another text from Bucky. You’d lost track of time and it was already five in the afternoon.

Strange can see us tomorrow 3pm, was all it said. You frowned.

Sounds good, you texted back, unable to think of anything better to say. When there was no follow-up text, you allowed yourself a moment of disappointment. Bucky was definitely internally freaking out at having to go see the sorcerers and be at risk for your secret to be exposed. You understood it, but you wished he would be open with you.

You’d known this relationship with Bucky would take work, but… it always came down to the bond. It forced so many constraints on you, made you both live a secret life, and was a constant reminder to Bucky of what he’d accidentally done.

For the first time, you truly resented for the mark on your arm. No, you decided, it wasn’t resentment. It was loathing.

Once you got to know Strange better, which was a strong possibility if what the Ancient One had said was true, maybe you could ask him for help. If the sorcerers could create a concoction for Bucky to drink that allowed him to no longer feed, why couldn’t they figure out a way to break the bond? There had to be something hidden in those creepy vaults of theirs besides old demonic trophies and talking skin-books.

You tried not to think about the Sanctum, or the sorcerers, or the Ancient One since that night. It filled you with a sort of anxiety that bordered on existential. You should have known those tests in Strange’s office wouldn’t be the end of it. The portal that had appeared when you were a child… the ominous things the book had told you… owning a hobgoblin… the Alp and the heigore… Bucky and the bond. It was too much to be strange, paranormal coincidences.

Something was wrong with you. You only hoped Strange could help you not open any more portals or fall into any more time-loops, and then maybe, you could break the bond too.

Your day passed uneventful and alone. You tried to be a damn adult about it and not sulk, but you only had a couple days left until New Years, and then, back to work.

Back to work. After everything that had happened, how could you manage that? And then there was Davin. You hadn’t bothered to text or call him, and here you were, pouting because Bucky was no longer at your side 24/7 when you couldn’t even bother to make sure your friend was doing okay.

You called Davin that night—he sounded surprised but pleased to hear from you—and after talking to him for a good half hour in which you both made sure the other was done fine, you went to bed feeling marginally better. Things were going to be fine with Bucky. Most likely, he was being distant because he had to focus on what he was going to tell Strange. That’s all it was, and you wouldn’t allow your anxious thoughts to conjure up any other paranoid scenario.

***

The next day brought a fresh wave of anxiety and nerves. You were going to have to look the head honcho wizard in the face and very carefully tell him information he needed to know, while hiding life-ruining information he didn’t.

No matter what you tried to do, cleaning, reading, napping, your mind continued to return to Bucky’s memories. The cold bunker and the frowning soldier speaking Russian. The visceral agony of Bucky’s starvation as he scoured New York’s dark streets to feed.

And of course, the red dunes. You wouldn’t forget that nightmare as long as you lived, but as you’d told Bucky, those memories were fading like a dream. Perhaps that was for the best. Being trapped in memories without a body for forty years would drive anyone insane.

At 2 PM, your phone buzzed and your heart leapt in your throat. You expected a text from Bucky saying he was at your apartment, but instead...

177A Bleecker Street.

That was it. An address. You put it into Google Maps and the app informed you that there was a 177 Bleecker Street, but it was a normal looking apartment building above a shop in Greenwich Village.

Are you sure this is the right place? you texted back.

Yes. Take a cab. They don’t really do parking.

You stared at your phone, not really sure how to feel, before sending back a text that said, Okay. See you there.

From your place it would have been much cheaper to take the subway and walk from the stop, but the crowded platforms and packed train compartments sent you into an anxiety attack more often than not. So you pulled up the taxi app, pinged for a driver, and went out to wait by the curb, trying not to stew in your feelings and focus on what you were going to tell Strange.

All you could think about after the cab picked you up was how fucked you were if you said the wrong thing. How fucked you and Bucky were. How were you supposed to be around the wizards and ensure they never discovered the demon sigil or the bond? It was an impossible task, and you wished you could have talked to Bucky about it beforehand.

Why hadn’t he come to you before going to see Strange? Weren’t you supposed to brainstorm and come up with a plan together? You were flying blind over unfamiliar territory, and you were afraid it was only a matter of time before you crashed spectacularly.

A half hour later, you were stepping out of the cab and onto the sidewalk, peering up at the red brick building in front of you. It was as unassuming as the rest of the apartments on the block.

You frowned and took a step forward, and that’s when everything changed. The building shimmered in front of you, and not just that one—each apartment building to the side as well. Not unlike Bucky’s guise, the illusion collapsed in a mirage, and a handsome, ancient building stood in front of you, looking very much like the home of a bunch of wizards.

You cast a conspicuous glance around, but no one else seemed to notice the change, the crowd of people flowing around you without interruption.

Taking a deep breath, you clutched your bag tighter and walked up the steps to the massive front door and knocked.

You expected to wait but the door opened almost immediately, revealing a grand interior. Not seeing anyone, you stepped forward, jumping as the tall door swung shut behind you.

“Uh… hello?” you called out. Your words slightly echoed back, and you clutched your bag tighter in your hands.

“You’re early. Your appointment with Doctor Strange isn’t until 3:14.”

You jumped for the second time. The wizard who addressed you was unfamiliar but dressed in the same elegant yet simple robes Wong wore.

“Oh, um.” You didn’t know what else to say. What kind of appointment time was 3:14?

“You may wait in here.” He gestured towards a sitting room off to the side. It had the same dark paneled walls and wood parquet and green marble flooring. The furniture was cherry wood and red velvet upholstery, and the lighting was warm and comforting. If Strange took too long, they would come back to find you sleeping, without a doubt.

“Thanks,” you said, attempting to smile at the man but he was already gone. Like, not just walking out the door gone, he’d literally popped out of existence. You sighed and sat down on one of the couches, pulling out your phone so you’d have something to do and not fall asleep.

No signal. How does someone not have a cell signal in the middle of New York?

“Ugh.” Nap it was, then.

You lifted one leg up onto the couch, letting your shoe dangle off the edge because you weren’t raised in a barn, and you leaned your head against the couch back. You wondered where Bucky was, not difficult when he was never far from your thoughts, but you couldn’t text him and just had to wait.

Inevitably, surrounded by plush furniture, golden lighting, and a room temperature that was a little too warm for December, your eyelids drifted shut and your bunched muscles loosened.

Bright, fierce agony cut across your chest. You sat up, clutching at your shirt as you struggled to breathe.

The pain slammed into you again and you gave a breathless cry, hunched over and heart beating wildly.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. Were you having a heart attack? Were you dying?

A third round of torture constricted your chest, and along with the utter certainty that it wasn’t your pain you were experiencing.

They’re hurting Bucky!

You sprang from the couch, bag falling off your shoulder and left forgotten as you ran into the foyer. The pain still bloomed in your chest, but you sensed something in your mind. A golden string on fire, connecting you to the source of your distress.

You would find Bucky at the end of it. He was close. He was close and they were killing him!

No other thoughts passed through your mind except to get to Bucky. You didn’t hesitate to race up the ancient staircase, turning and twisting down hallways you didn’t know. You continued to climb, to the top of the building, and you knew where you were heading.

You didn’t see anyone, the mansion strangely empty until you burst into the anteroom before Strange’s office. Wong and another wizard stepped forward to block your way.

“You cannot go in there.” Wong put a hand on your shoulder. “Strange is currently in a meeting—“

Rage erupted inside you like a well of poison, and you turned and bit the hand touching you.

The wizards shouted, tried to restrain you, but you were screaming, fighting, clawing to be free.

Get to Bucky! you silently screamed, over and over. He’s dying!

Wong managed to get his hand free and was nursing it, the other man conjuring fiery orange ropes, but you were too quick. You head-butted the second wizard and slammed him aside with your shoulder, bolting forward to shove open the doors.

Your mind created a gruesome scenario: you would find Bucky strapped to a table, or maybe a chair, being tortured mercilessly.

Instead, you found Strange and Bucky standing, facing each other. Strange had a hand hovering over Bucky’s shoulder, glowing symbols inches away from the scarred pentagram.

Hands grabbed you from behind, but you had already stopped moving. You blinked rapidly, confusion replacing the rage that had consumed you.

Strange watched you with an unreadable look. Bucky’s expression had fallen.

“I’m sorry, Sergeant,” Strange said, his voice oddly quiet. “But it is as I feared.”

“She bit me,” Wong grumbled from over your shoulder.

“We’re lucky she didn’t do worse,” Strange told him. “One who gets between a demon master and their human slave often suffers severe injuries, or even death.”

You were panting, arms and legs shaking with fatigue now that the startling anger had receded.

What… what was going on?

Your eyes finally found Bucky, standing there unharmed and unrestrained. For all intents and purposes, perfectly fine. The realization hit you hard.

“You told them?” Your words came out hurt. Betrayed. Bucky’s wince confirmed it. “Why? Why would you do that?”

Bucky said nothing, and the air was heavy with an uncomfortable silence until Strange spoke.

“I’ll give you two a moment. Come, Wong. Let me see that hand of yours.”

As Strange walked around you, you followed his gaze and gave Wong an apologetic wince. You would have to properly apologize to him later. You’d never bitten anyone in your life, and yet, you’d acted like a rabid dog.

As if sensing your thoughts, once Strange had closed the doors to his office, Bucky softly said, “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t control it.”

You couldn’t meet his gaze, so instead you angrily wiped at your stinging eyes and turned away.

“I knew it.” You sniffled. “I knew you were hiding something. Ever since we got back, you’ve been distant—What the fuck, Bucky?”

Now you did look up, the anger making a quick return. God, it felt like your emotions were on a yo-yo.

Bucky didn’t rise to your challenge. If anything, he looked more defeated.

“You were right. About what you said before.” He took a step forward and you took an automatic step back. Hurt flashed across his face, but before you could apologize, he turned away. “You said there must be something more going on with you, and after…after what happened when I showed you my memories, I decided to finally stop being a coward and tell Strange about the bond.”

Bucky paused for a moment, collecting himself as he approached Strange’s desk and pressed his palms against it, leaning against it with his head bowed. He didn’t look at you as you moved closer to him.

“I should have gone to him a long time ago, but I was selfish. Even when I admitted the truth, I was still selfish. I assured him we were being careful. That you and I were staying in close contact so there weren’t any more close calls with the bond’s demands to feed. He told me I was a goddamn idiot and that I was putting you in far more danger than I realized.”

Bucky blew out a heavy breath, voice dropping until it was little more than a rasp.

“He was right. I didn’t realize the power the bond held until he activated the mark. Tricked it into thinking I was dying. He said a slave would always come to their master when in danger. The slave would come to protect their master at all costs.”

“Bucky…” you said softly. “I don’t…”

“What did you feel?” Bucky suddenly asked, looking over his shoulder to meet your eye. There was a haunted look in them, like he hadn’t slept the entire time you’d been back. “When you were out there, trying to get past Wong and Sabin?”

“I…”

“Like you would do anything to get to me, right? That you would do anything to save me?”

You said nothing, folding your arms across your chest and hugging yourself.

“You were willing to do anything for me. Weren’t you.”

You didn’t know what to say. How could you explain to him that you’d been willing to rip your heart out of your own chest if it meant he was safe and alive? That you would die on the spot if it meant protecting him?

But it was much worse than that. You’d also been willing to kill Wong and the other wizard if it meant getting to Bucky. You would have killed Strange, too. You would have dragged a knife into the chest of anyone who got in the way.

You would have gladly killed your own mother. Your sister. Her entire family, even her baby—

You covered your face with your hands in an attempt to block out the intrusive thoughts, and to hide your bone-deep horror.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” you choked out. You were two seconds away from having a full-blown panic attack, but Bucky wrapped you in his arms and pulled you to his chest. The comfort of his embrace, the warm roughness of his hand stroking your hair, the way you missed him the last two days…

It was tainted. All of it. Never before had you doubted your own feelings, but now, it was all you could think about. How much of it was you? How much was the bond?

“I feel sick,” you groaned against his shoulder. “Like I’m going to throw up. I don’t think I will, but I want to.”

“I know.” Bucky sounded so tired, so devastatingly sad. Now it hurt in a different way, and you wanted to cry along with getting sick.

“What happens now?” You moved away from his shoulder to look up at him. His eyes were red-rimmed, but at least they met yours. “What do we do?”

Instead of answering immediately, Bucky raised his hand and stroked his thumb across your cheekbone. You leaned into his palm, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach. This was wrong. Terribly wrong. He was looking at you as if he was trying to… to remember you, memorize you.

Panic gripped your throat tight.

“Bucky?”

“I don’t know.” He ran his tongue over his dry lips. He was nervous. “But… I can take a guess.”

“Bucky.” You gripped his jacket with sudden, terrified strength. His expression saddened.

“I made a deal with the Ancient One when I first came here. The deal was, I would be able to live as a free man, so long as I never hurt an innocent person again.”

“Bucky—“

“I broke that promise.”

You shook your head, refusing to believe what he said.

“I broke that oath.”

“You didn’t mean to!”

“It doesn’t matter. The result is the same.” He swallowed and cupped your cheek in his hand. “I didn’t just feed, I bonded you to me. I took away your choices. There’s no possible way I keep my freedom after that. And frankly, I don’t deserve to.”

“No!” You tried to shove him away, but Bucky didn’t let you go, and you didn’t budge an inch. “No, fuck that! You don’t get to just give up after—after all of that! Everything we’ve been through!”

Bucky met your anger with sorrowful calm. You wanted to lash out even worse.

“So, what, you’re just going to let them kill you?” you growled. “Banish you back to that fucking nightmare?”

“I don’t know what Strange is going to do,” Bucky said softly. “But he will do whatever is necessary to break the bond so you can be free.”

Your angry grip on his jacket immediately weakened, the strength slowly drained out of you.

“And what about you?” You fought to control the trembling of your hands. “You’re a victim too. Why are you being punished? Why won’t they help you?”

“I’m sure Strange will try, but you are the priority.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re in more danger than I am,” he insisted. “Your life force is more compromised, which, I don’t know what that means but it didn’t sound good when Strange said it.”

“I don’t care.” You glared up at him. “I don’t care.”

“And that’s the problem.” He returned your hostile look with one of careful calm.

You hated it. Why wouldn’t he get mad? Why didn’t he get angry at the injustice that had been done to him? When would he stop being so fucking selfless and think of himself for once?

But that wasn’t who Bucky was. Your shoulders slumped forward at the realization that you’d already lost.

“How much does he know?” You stepped out of Bucky’s arms, feeling brittle, as if you should shatter if you stayed there any longer. He let you go, and the lack of contact was immediately awful.

“Everything,” he said softly. “Or at least, everything that matters.”

You nodded, hugging yourself again as you stared at the rug. It was faded and looked old. It had probably been here when this had been the Ancient One’s office. Bucky still didn’t know about that conversation, which meant Strange didn’t either.

It was an impossible hope, but it was something.

“I want to talk to him.” You looked up at him. “I want to talk to Strange.”

Bucky said your name with a defeated sigh, but you shook your head.

“Maybe I can convince him not to break the bond. He doesn’t know the whole story.”

“What do you mean?”

You hesitated, digging your nails into your arm.

“I… in the memories, I might have… spoken to the Ancient One.”

You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for Bucky to stride forward and grab your shoulders almost hard enough to hurt.

“What? What did she say?”

“That I should talk to Strange.” You blinked up at him, startled. “And that I was stuck in some kind of-of time loop? And that there would be a decision to be made, but it would be wrong, and—“

“A time-loop?” His mouth opened, and for the first time, he seemed genuinely angry. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d talked to her?”

“I-I didn’t know if I was supposed to!” You squirmed in Bucky’s grasp, but he didn’t let you go. “We didn’t speak for long—“

“When? What memory was it?”

You stuttered, heart hammering as you said, “It-it was on the rooftop, in the garden. You were trying to guise your feet, but you were frustrated. She knew I was there and she-she spoke to me.”

Bucky’s eyes drifted over your shoulder and grew distant.

“She… she was distracted that day. She’d never been distracted before.”

You opened your mouth, and the door to the office opened abruptly. Bucky dropped his hands from your shoulders, but the troubled frown lingered as he turned toward Strange. The wizard looked at you both with the reluctance of someone carrying bad news.

“I think I have a solution, or at least, one that will work for the time being. Temporary, but effective.”

“All right,” Bucky said. “I’m listening.”

Strange glanced briefly in your direction.

“The cryostasis chamber.”

Bucky sucked in a breath, but you only frowned, not understanding.

“It’s still in storage,” Strange continued. “We kept everything from the Siberian laboratory, including a means to keep you contained should it become necessary. I would say this warrants it. I calculate with the sealing glyphs in place, it should cut off the bond as well.”

Glyphs. A laboratory. Siberia.

All at once, you remembered it. Positioned behind Bucky as he writhed, screaming in the chair. A large stone cylinder with glyphs carved into it, open and spilling out steam as if it had just held something cold.

It was where HYDRA had stored the Winter Soldier.

This time when you lunged at Strange, the rage was entirely your own.

Bucky grabbed you around the waist and hauled you back just before your outstretched fingers could tear into Strange.

“You bastard!” you screamed, fighting to break free of Bucky’s steel grip. “You’re no better than they are!”

Strange hadn’t moved an inch, but his cape faintly rustled.

“It seems you two have more to talk about,” he said in a low voice. “Sergeant, you may take her to one of the guest rooms until she calms down.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said through gritted teeth, hoisting you off your feet as you squirmed.

“I don’t need to calm down!” You twisted so you could meet Strange’s eye, teeth bared as you snarled, “You’re making the wrong choice!”

Your accusations were met with silence and you eventually gave up the struggle as Bucky half-carried, half-dragged you away from Strange’s office.

“He’s making a mistake,” you cried, holding onto Bucky weakly as your world slowly fell apart. “They can’t do this… they can’t…”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

Those soft words were the most devastating thing you’d ever heard. You remained silent, unable to speak, as Bucky led you through the halls that would soon become his tomb.

Next Chapter

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Weird Asks that Say a Lot  Meme...

My friend the wonderful @meanwhileonwednesday suggested I fill out Every even number for the 'weird asks that say a lot', so here I am. Thanks, friend! XD

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolates.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

At my first school? Artistically talented and perceptive (one teacher was very vividly impressed by my grasp of duck anatomy at like 5 years old). Then there’s the teacher at my new school who thought I had special needs because I was withdrawn (I was being bullied by most of the class, really); she was a new teacher and not really equipped to deal with that. By the end of primary school, I went back to being commended on my work ethic and smarts and artistic ability.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Hmmm I think my work clothes are mostly a formal/preppy mix. With a little bit of boho thrown in, particularly when I’m at home.

8. movies or tv shows?

I prefer movies, because they represent a lot less commitment (America, please stop giving everything like 17 seasons, I beg of you!), however TV show episodes are shorter and easier to slot into your life than a full movie.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

I was generally awful in PE. I liked benchball, can’t say that I was good in it, being yet another game where being short doesn’t do you any favours.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Either my Kickass playlist, or my Reflective playlist.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Starburst.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Curled up, on my side, in a nice big armchair with my legs hanging off the side. Surrounded by pillows, and probably a cat or two.

18. ideal weather?

Picture this: it’s a sunny day; warm but not too hot. Maybe around 24 degrees celsius. There’s a warm breeze; it’s not stifling, and it’s not cold enough to make you shiver. The trees rustle with the sound of the wind; change is in the air. You can go out in short sleeves, perhaps with the thinnest of cardigans if like me your metabolism basically died 300 years ago.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Depends on what I’m writing. I am the kind of ineffectual person who starts to write tings in a notebook, but also a couple of word docs. I have post- it notes for important things. I document ideas for my comic in a note/sketch book. I love doodling in my sketchbooks.

22. role model?

I never really had one, growing up. I guess the closest I’d get is David Attenborough.

24. favorite crystal?

My birthstone is ruby (which is red; my favourite colour!) however I also love opals; I love their irdescent (OK, opalescent, technically) sparkliness and the way they shimmer with lots of colours. I don’t see why everyone prefers massive diamonds when opals are like... so much cooler. I I don’t actually own any, but maybe one day I’ll be able to buy myself a nice one.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Go for a nice long walk, take lots of pictures, have a picnic in the park. No, I lie, my favourite activity is roping someone I care about into doing it all with me, and having even more fun. 

28. five songs to describe you?

Home - Ellie Goulding Fight Song - Rachel Platten Working Woman’s Blues - Valerie June Alive - Bird Set Free My Medea - Vienna Teng

30. places that you find sacred?

Already been answered.

32. top five favorite vines?

Alas, hard to name off the top of my head. I mainly know vines from various compilations.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Right now? Thankfully none of them.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

That’s impossible to say! Memes were a thing before internet memes became a thing. I’d say that ‘S’ shape we all drew in primary school? Nursery rhymes? Who knows.

38. lemonade or tea?

They don’t usually compete for my love, but i have tea more often than lemonade, purely due to availability reasons.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Some students climbed onto the roof.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Honestly? Skirt pockets. But being a woman, jacket pockets are usually woefully ineffectual and small. Trouser pockets are a bit better, but again usually small. Whereas if someone puts pockets on a skirt, they make sure they are actually proper pockets!

44. favorite scent for soap?

Maybe honey, or roses, or jasmine.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

A baggy pair of PJs; I’m a dress for comfort kind of girl. Particularly since the places I’ve lived haven’t always been great in the heating department. I’ve been known to sleep in a hoodie when it gets cold.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

I would like to be a berry, or maybe an apple. Something pinkish red. Sweet, and a little sharp.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Probably my little brother astounding me with how grown-up he is about things. He’s pretty awesome. Or my mum just saying something wildly, hilariously inappropriate XD

52. favorite font?

I love the Komika font family for my comic. I used to use Bookman Old Style, Book Antiqa, Georgia or classic Arial for essays and things like that, when they didn’t specify Times New Roman.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Always call the med reg if you are stuck, be nice to the nurses and always help each other. OK, I did lots of volunteering in hospital before FY1. In which case my

56. favorite tradition?

My family/culture have a specific tradition on the morning of an exam/interview/life event where you fill a cup with water and a couple of plant leaves (Slavs love putting greenery into everything). You place it at the threshold,  and give it a good kick it with your dominant foot. It symbolises your knowledge flowing, and I guess it’s a good luck charm.. You also aren’t meant to look back (literally); because you should be focusing on the task at hand. As a kid it was a comforting good luck ritual, and I don’t think I ever really grew out of it.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I’m proud of my artistic skills, modest though they are. I enjoy creating, and I enjoy that I can make things to cheer up my friends, or things that people here can relate to.

By extension, I’m good with my hands, and that usually translates to picking up procedures and things like that pretty quickly at work. And yes, I love being able to get that cannula in (especially if it’s on the first go!)  when nobody else can. It’s a tiny, tiny thing, but it sparks a little joy. I can develop good rapports with people; which means I can help them to confide their problems, and can help them to feel better or to address things that are bothering them. It’s really mostly about listening and not being judgemental. I am proud that I can sometimes make people feel better, and feel listened to. I’m proud that I learned to try to work through my feelings. As a young person who was really quite stressed, I somehow learned how to apply what’s basically CBT to keep myself relatively sane, and I think it’s helped me a lot. It was only much later that I realised it was basically CBT when I was comparing notes with friends actually going through those kinds of therapies. I’m not perfect at it, and my mind tests me on a regular basis, but it helps.

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

I don’t know what I’d like to be in? Maybe a Ghibli film. I think I’d like that.  When I was at school, a close friend of mine just turned around and said “OMG, you’re just like an anime character”, to fervent agreement from my peers. I guess they meant one of those chirpy, ditzy shojo anime characters. I can still see myself as some shojo series heroine; frantically trying to keep it together under the pressures of magical girldom, being romantically inept, trying to fight off the baddie of the week whilst learning lessons about getting along with each other, being helpful and not being mean.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Right now? Sophie from Howl’s moving castle, Princess Carolyn from Bojack Horseman, Miranda Otto from D. Gray-Man, Elinor Dashwood from Sense and Sensibility, The Red Blood Cell from Cells at Work, Kiki from Kiki’s delivery service, and Aggressive Retsuko.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I used to love looking at other people’s art on Elfwood or Deviantart.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Today I’m feeling the answer is lilacs.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Ugh anything bitter.

70. left or right handed?

I’m ridiculously right handed, but I’ve learned to use my left hand more effectively because of procedures etc. I’m really good with my hands, but my right hand takes over like 80% of the work.

72. worst subject?

PE in school, biochemistry at university.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

At home, maybe a 3, because I don’t see the point in suffering needlessly. However at work I’ll do whatever it takes to keep functional including taking pain relief before it gets bad because I don’t want to have to deal with pain and an on-call. I’m not sure if the scale is logarithmic? I’d rate the worst pain that I’ve had 5 ot a 6, and that made me vomit and curl up into a ball and basically unable to do anything. But I can imagine pain that’s much, much worse than that was, so perhaps I just can’t thin

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

This kind of new potato salad my mum makes with onions. Raw onions are totally a trigger food for my IBS, and any time my mum feeds me anything full of onions, she’ll tell me I can take them out if they upset my tummy. And every single time I’ll pile even more onions into my plate because there’s no way I’m letting my gut dictate my life. Turns out, I’m even more stubborn than my IBS; I just don’t want to give up some of the foods that set things off. My GP once recommended a FODMAP diet, and having had a look at all the stuff I’d have to cut, I resolved I’d only start cutting things if my symptoms got really bad.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Honestly, I have no pretentions to snobbery. The best coffee is the one you get when you are about to collapse on a night shift, even if much, much better coffee exists in the world. And the best sushi is the plain supermarket one you get between on-calls to treat yourself, even if the one from a good restaurat is so much nicer.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

I wear a lot of jewel tones, but I also wear a lot of earth tones, and I don’t really see them as being in competition. Rock all the colours!

82. pc or console?

Phone. XD I don’t play much on either, mainly due to time. Phone has the benefit of being in my pocket when I’m at a loose end on the bus, or at my parents’. I don’t sit down and make time to play, I play games in the stolen minutes here and there when I don’t have much to do.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Classical music radio in the office (because it’s the most neutral), retro stations in the car (or whatever your guests would like), and podcasts at home when you are by yourself.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

I didn’t have a real Barbie (fairly sure ours were knockoff dolls) but I do have fond memories of making outfits for our toys. Though our favourites were always various little animal models who got into all sorts of adventures.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies, but it’s a close call. Really, I’d have to say biscuits, since I eat those more often than either of the above.

88. your greatest wish?

For myself? To be happy. For others? Ditto. 

90. luckiest mistake?

Getting into my first degree. Feels like I fell into it, but it set me off on a great path, and I don’t regret that my initial path was far from straightforward.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

All of the above.

94. favorite season?

That kind of Spring-Summer interface when all the plants are in bloom, and the weather is warm but not too hot, and the days are long.

96. desktop background?

Arietty’s bedroom from the Ghibli Borrowers film adaptation. I’m a sucker for ghibli aesthetic; usually because my rooms end up similarly haphazardly adorned with cool things. 

98. favorite historical era?

Every era has its own awesomeness. I feel very fondly for the regency period because of all the books I’ve read set in it, likewise the Victorian period. Though both aren’t without their problems. I realised that I style my hair like a Victorian; centrally parted with a neat, low bun at the nape of the neck. XD

I think that might be all the questions! Phew!

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Best Wishes For Wedding

A wedding welcome qualifies as one of those empowering letter box treasures, you know, the ones where you can't fight the temptation to smile as you run your fingers over the envelope? Score! Since tolerating your welcome and getting a sneak investigate the tremendous day, you have no uncertainty been counting amid the time until "I, do." Nearby scratching days off the timetable, you've sent back your pre-printed wedding response card, picked a gift from the library and have picked that a shopping trip is in your not all that removed future. As if choosing a major day outfit wasn't adequately hard, you've furthermore been endowed with forming a wedding card message to the forthcoming Mr. likewise, Mrs. Remind us who said being a wedding guest wasn't constant work?

In all honesty, drafting the perfect wedding message shouldn't be inconvenient in any way shape or form. With several hints, traps, do's and don'ts you will be in transit to making tweaked wedding wishes that radiance a spotlight of fondness on the couple and their extraordinary cheerfully ever after.

The perfect wedding card message should be specially designed to the couple, stacked with thoughtful regard and produced using the heart. Everything considered, no two wedding card messages will be the identical. On the off chance that you're feeling compelled to express the perfect words, essentially don't. Our wedding card decency oversee incorporates easy to hold fast to bearings and unequivocal point of reference messages to empower you to investigate through what to write in a wedding card.

A well done is all together. Despite what your very own creation style, this ordinary articulation is a remarkable strategy to warm up your wedding inviting.

Include a wedding wish exclusively fitted to the couple. Use the accompanying couple of lines of the card to make a modified wedding wish for the couple. Before you begin to fill the unmistakable space, think about your relationship with the couple. What will the woman of great importance and spouse to be value scrutinizing after their tremendous day?

Thank the couple. Save a line in your welcome to offer your gratitude to the woman of great importance and spouse to be for inviting you to be a bit of one of the best days of their lives.

Close down with a warm closing. Before you sign your name leave the affection flying creatures with a warm closing.

Wedding Well done Messages

Wishing a few well done is when in doubt an enunciation people fuse into their wedding welcome. It fills in as a solid similarly as celebratory way to deal with tell the couple they worked brilliantly finding their ideal accomplice (awh.) Saying 'all around done' is appropriate it wouldn't fret which side of the path you are roosted on once the administration starts. Notwithstanding whether you've been nearest sidekicks with the woman of great importance for an impressive timeframe and have as of late met the real thing or know the two social events extraordinary, you can never turn out gravely with a sincere wedding congratulations message. Seek after stage one from above and pick a standout amongst your most adored congrats messages underneath or add them to your own one of a kind words to start on your wedding card.

Models:

Well done to the marvelous both of you!

This calls for well done and in all probability champagne.

I trust amid that time you become incredibly better buddies and offer each possible kind of bliss life can bring. All around done.

May your marriage be stacked up with all the right fixings: a heap of worship, a dash of cunning, a touch of supposition, and a spoonful of understanding. May your rapture prop up for eternity. Well done!

Your enormous day may travel all over, anyway may your love never-endingly create. Well done to the perfect couple!

Through the whirlwinds of life, may your worship for one another be unfaltering and strong. Wishing you happiness and euphoria on your enormous day. Well done!

Well done on discovering each other! Your most significant experience has as of late begun.

Congratulations to you both on your amazingly uncommon day! May your wedding be stacked up with novel memories you can prize for time everlasting!

Congratulations on getting hitched!

All of you are exceptional together. So happy for both of you!

'Two become one'- what an astounding thing. Well done!

Earnest well done.

Most sizzling well done and love!

Congratulations on your enormous day and all the best for a lively conjunction!

Feeling such a lot of ecstasy for both of you as you join your lives in marriage!

Seeing both of you make assurances and adventure forward into what's to come is so spurring and extraordinary.

Nice Wedding Wishes

After the capacity when the couple opens their wedding cards they will value scrutinizing each card for various reasons, yet specifically, because of whom they are from. Act normally as you are forming your wedding card and guarantee that your personality shimmers. In case you are continuously nice, there is nothing out of order with keeping your wants snappy and easy. Basically guarantee that you develop your well done and state something bewildering.

Points of reference:

All the best!

We're/I'm so merry for you!

Wishing you clusters of warmth and happiness.

Wishing you a long and merry marriage.

Wishing you the best today and reliably.

So happy to laud this day with you both!

All the best for an exciting future together.

Wishing you fulfillment of each dream!

Time passes rapidly and things change, anyway I wish that your fondness for each other would stay unchangeable.

You've impacted me to have confidence in certified sentiment. In addition, I believe my conviction will be relentless unendingly, in light of the way that it seems like you'll stay together until the end.

Formal Wedding Wishes

You can moreover use your wedding wishes to mirror the subject of the administration. In the occasion that floor length dresses, glinting roof apparatuses and extravagant central focuses are a few enormous day nuances, explore using one of these formal wedding wishes to express your delight for the woman of great importance and fortunate man.

Models:

Wishing you a lifetime of love and delight.

May the years ahead be stacked up with suffering fulfillment.

All the best on this extraordinary experience, as you manufacture your new lives together.

Thankful to you for allowing me to share in this cheerful day. I need you to appreciate all that life brings to the table as you set out on this great affiliation.

Wishing you fulfillment, love and joy on your huge day as you begin your new conjunction.

May the friendship and happiness you feel today emanate as the years advanced.

At the point when both of you are tied as one, the two families and sidekicks share in solidarity of their matrimonial affiliation; may this marriage be an augmentation to usher happiness, amicability and flourishing.

As you adventure into another life as new couples, you become fortune to our region and the world.

Allow love to be the purpose of assembly of your consistently life. May you find desire, concordance and trust in each other's arms.

Favored is the man who finds a companion. May the joy of your new home be stacked up with snickering, smiles, kisses, grasps, respect cognizance and devotion. Bright wedlock.

Diverting Wedding Card Messages

In case you think an interesting wedding card message will put a smile on the woman of great importance and fortunate man's appearances by then don't hesitate to make something laugh honorable. Essentially proceed with caution, you needn't bother with your wedding message to put on a show of being mean or misleading. Remember that a supposition that may easily have all the earmarks of being a joke can be misconstrued on paper. Along these lines, separate from jokes are distant! Use your best judgment when making your engaging wedding wish and you'll be well on your way to deal with making the perfect wedding card with a side of smiles.

Points of reference:

Thankful for inviting us to eat and drink while you get hitched. Congrats!

Our marriage appeal: love, regard and… clean the toilet.

An obligation of appreciation is all together for the free alcohol. All the best on a long, peppy marriage.

Marriage means the completion of a sentimental story and the start of a wrestling match. Wishing you the most perfectly awesome of everything at any rate.

I'll uncover to you the puzzle of an energetic marriage. It remains… a riddle to all! Needing you to appreciate all that life brings to the table of times ahead.

On your huge day today, you have now ended up being two from one. Does that mean I will get two birthday presents from you both reliably?

As Bill and Ted expressed, 'Be astonishing to each other.'

Getting hitched takes after going to indicate school. May there be more parody than dramatization.

Marriage is so fantastic. You have finally found that one individual you get the chance to trouble all through your life.

Today I comprehended that life isn't sensible for single people like me. So far I expected to get you a present just once every year on your birthday. Directly I have two birthday occasions notwithstanding a wedding recognition to buy presents for. Congratulations to my nearest sidekick on getting hitched.

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Best Wishes For Wedding

A wedding welcome qualifies as one of those stimulating letter drop treasures, you know, the ones where you can't fight the temptation to smile as you run your fingers over the envelope? Score! Since tolerating your welcome and getting a sneak investigate the huge day, you have more then likely been checking amid the time until "I, do." Close by stepping days off the date-book, you've sent back your pre-printed wedding response card, picked a gift from the vault and have picked that a shopping trip is in your not all that inaccessible future. Just as choosing a major day outfit wasn't adequately hard, you've also been depended with making a wedding card message to the imminent Mr. also, Mrs. Remind us who said being a wedding guest wasn't persistent work?

In all honesty, drafting the perfect wedding message shouldn't be troublesome in any way shape or form. With two or three hints, traps, do's and don'ts you will be on the way to making modified wedding wishes that radiance a spotlight of love on the couple and their excellent merrily ever after.

What To Write In A Wedding Card

The perfect wedding card message should be uniquely crafted to the couple, stacked with nostalgic regard and made from the heart. Everything considered, no two wedding card messages will be the equal. On the off chance that you're feeling affected to express the perfect words, essentially don't. Our wedding card habits direct features easy to stick to rules and unequivocal model messages to empower you to investigate through what to write in a wedding card.

A congratulations is all together. Notwithstanding what your very own sythesis style, this commonplace articulation is a phenomenal strategy to warm up your wedding inviting.

Include a wedding wish uniquely designed to the couple. Use the accompanying couple of lines of the card to make an altered wedding wish for the couple. Before you begin to fill the unmistakable space, think about your relationship with the couple. What will the woman of great importance and main event value examining after their tremendous day?

Thank the couple. Save a line in your welcome to offer your gratitude to the woman of great importance and spouse to be for inviting you to be a bit of one of the best days of their lives.

Close down with a warm closing. Before you sign your name leave the affection flying creatures with a warm closing.

Wedding Congratulations Messages

Wishing a couple congratulations is commonly an enunciation people fuse into their wedding welcome. It fills in as an enduring similarly as celebratory way to deal with tell the couple they worked greatly finding their ideal accomplice (awh.) Saying 'all around done' is appropriate don't stress over it which side of the way you are roosted on once the capacity starts. Notwithstanding whether you've been nearest colleagues with the woman of great importance for an impressive timeframe and have as of late met the genuine article or know the two social events extraordinary, you can never turn out gravely with a genuine wedding congratulations message. Seek after stage one from above and pick a standout amongst your most cherished all around done messages underneath or add them to your own special words to start on your wedding card.

Models:

Congratulations to the wonderful both of you!

This calls for congratulations and in all probability champagne.

I trust amid that time you become by a wide margin predominant partners and offer each possible kind of delight life can bring. Congrats.

May your marriage be stacked up with all the right fixings: a store of warmth, a dash of unreasonableness, a touch of feeling, and a spoonful of perception. May your delight prop up until the end of time. Well done!

Your huge day may travel all over, anyway may your fondness never-endingly create. Congratulations to the perfect couple!

Through the whirlwinds of life, may your reverence for one another be unflinching and strong. Wishing you elation and satisfaction on your enormous day. Well done!

Well done on discovering each other! Your most noticeable experience has as of late begun.

Well done to you both on your unprecedented day! May your wedding be stacked up with one of a kind memories you can love for time everlasting!

Congratulations on getting hitched!

All of you are mind blowing together. So peppy for both of you!

'Two become one'- what a brilliant thing. Congratulations!

Impassioned well done.

Most sultry well done and love!

Well done on your huge day and all the best for a perky concurrence!

Feeling such a lot of rapture for both of you as you join your lives in marriage!

Seeing both of you make assurances and adventure forward into what's to come is so energizing and incredible.

Agreeable Wedding Wishes

After the administration when the couple opens their wedding cards they will value examining each card for various reasons, anyway specifically, in perspective on whom they are from. Act normally as you are making your wedding card and guarantee that your personality shimmers. In case you are continuously agreeable, there is nothing wrong with keeping your wants clear. Essentially guarantee that you develop your well done and state something charming.

Points of reference:

All the best!

We're/I'm so happy for you!

Wishing you groups of worship and joy.

Wishing you a long and sprightly marriage.

Wishing you the best today and constantly.

So happy to praise this day with you both!

All the best for an energizing future together.

Wishing you fulfillment of each dream!

Time passes rapidly and things change, yet I wish that your worship for each other would stay unchangeable.

You've affected me to believe in personal sentiment. Likewise, I believe my conviction will be relentless dependably, in light of the way that it seems like you'll stay together until the end.

Formal Wedding Wishes

You can in like manner use your wedding wishes to mirror the subject of the administration. In case floor length dresses, flashing precious stone installations and excessive central focuses are two or three colossal day nuances, examine using one of these formal wedding wishes to express your happiness for the woman of great importance and spouse to be.

Points of reference:

Wishing you a lifetime of fondness and bliss.

May the years ahead be stacked up with suffering joy.

All the best on this sublime experience, as you gather your new lives together.

Thankful to you for allowing me to share in this cheery day. I need you to appreciate all that life brings to the table as you leave on this extraordinary affiliation.

Wishing you rapture, love and fulfillment on your huge day as you begin your new conjunction.

May the warmth and fulfillment you feel today emanate as the years advanced.

At the point when both of you are hitched as one, the two families and colleagues share in solidarity of their marital affiliation; may this marriage be an expansion to usher fulfillment, congruity and prospering.

As you adventure into another life as new couples, you become fortune to our area and the world.

Allow love to be the purpose of combination of your step by step life. May you find desire, amicability and trust in each other's arms.

Favored is the man who finds a life partner. May the enjoyment of your new home be stacked up with laughing, smiles, kisses, grasps, respect cognizance and steadfastness. Happy wedlock.

Cunning Wedding Card Messages

If you think an engaging wedding card message will put a smile on the woman and fortunate man's appearances by then don't hesitate to create something snicker exemplary. Essentially proceed with caution, you needn't bother with your wedding message to put on a show of being mean or abhorrent. Remember that a supposition that may viably appear to be a joke can be misjudged on paper. Along these lines, separate from jokes are inaccessible! Use your best judgment when making your engaging wedding wish and you'll be well on your way to deal with making the perfect wedding card with a side of smiles.

Models:

An obligation of appreciation is all together for inviting us to eat and drink while you get hitched. Congrats!

Our marriage mentor: love, regard and… scour the lavatory.

An obligation of appreciation is all together for the free liquor. All the best on a long, bright marriage.

Marriage means the completion of a sentimental story and the start of a wrestling match. Wishing you the most flawlessly awesome of everything at any rate.

I'll uncover to you the secret of a chipper marriage. It remains… a puzzle to all! Needing you to appreciate all that life brings to the table of times ahead.

On your enormous day today, you have now ended up being two from one. Does that mean I will get two birthday presents from you both reliably?

As Bill and Ted expressed, 'Be splendid to each other.'

Getting hitched takes after going to demonstrate school. May there be more parody than show.

Marriage is so brilliant. You have finally found that one individual you find the opportunity to irritate all through your life.

Today I comprehended that life isn't sensible for single people like me. As yet I expected to get you a present just once consistently on your birthday. Directly I have two birthday occasions notwithstanding a wedding recognition to buy presents for. Congratulations to my nearest sidekick on getting hitched.

Religious Wedding Wishes

Granting a religious connect to the woman of great importance and spouse to be can be the perfect strategy to tailor your wedding wishes. Think about the couple's religious feelings and viewpoints before you begin forming your card. Use their practices to coordinate your religious wedding wishes.

Points of reference:

May God support you and your affiliation.

May God give every one of you of life's enrichments and love's pleasures.

Love God first and it will be less difficult to appreciate your friend second.

We are envisioning finding what God has prepared for both of you.

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[velvet-roads]

Like a Virgin: Chapter 1

I attempted to post this a year ago and It has taken me that long to finish all 30 chapters. That’s right, you have 30 chapters coming your way. This was supposed to be a one shot but putting my heart in it made it longer.

This is all pre season 12, I am in denial about Crowley (I am sure I’m not the only one). The fic is a female readerXcrowley. 

Warnings: none

Word Count: around 3,700

Below I listed the music i was listening too that sparked my ideas (it’s an all over the place list. 2 songs per chapter) and the wardrobe I created for the reader. Again, I put my heart in it and got carried away. =)

Playing Cop:  Hunter 's Outfit: 

Music that inspired me (Spotify): Fear by Stop Making Friends/ Pauley Perrette and Electric Worry by Clutch.

 

     “Hi, Agents Tyler, Cooper, Morrison; what do you got?” Going down the line Dean introduced himself, Sam and you to the local Sheriff.  You all flashed your badges like it was second nature. In actuality, it was for Sam and Dean. You, not so much. It was still weird having to don a dark grey power suit and black stiletto heels as part of your "work attire”. You were not really that fond of the bureaus dress code but getting to play cop was sort of fun.  

     This was the third field case you had worked with the boys since they had saved your ass from a wendigo 6 months ago. You would usually get stuck on research duty and were only allowed to help on the easier cases. It's not that you were a bad hunter but you were really new to the whole hunters' lifestyle and were still in training. The other reason was because of how tiny you were. The boys were convinced that you were more fragile than necessary because you were just over five feet tall on a good day. You looked more like bait than a standard hunter.  Regardless of your green horn status and small stature, the boys thought this instance was one you could live through. After the sheriff scrutinized your badges with hooded tired eyes, he decided that they met his expectations.  

     “The victim's name was Sarah Lake, she was taken some time either Tuesday night or early Wednesday morning. Her friends say that she was up late that night studying in the library for an exam. She never made it to the test Wednesday afternoon and no one has seen her since.”  As the Sheriff spoke he had an expression that was a mixture of exhaustion and sadness. It was a common expression found on college campus law enforcement. The local PD would usually get a lot of crap to sort through during the week when it came to colleges. They would get calls from kids thinking that they were being funny while drunk, occasionally a serious call that ended up being a prank, and sometimes a call like this; not an easy job.  

     You and the boys walked over to the girl's gold Ford Focus where the Sheriff was standing next to the broken driver's side window. It was still morning so you could see the sun shimmer on the shattered glass making it glitter in the light. Mentally you chuckled to yourself as you looked the car over because this was defiantly a collage girls' car. From the Bath and Body Works scent clip attached to the visor to the Hawaiian flower sticker in the back window. There were cars like this all over Kaplan University. It made sense why it took a couple of days to notice something was amiss. With that many cars around one broken window isn't that noticeable.  

     “I will let you three take a look around and see if there is anything I may have missed.” With a tip of his hat, the Sheriff trudged off back to his squad car probably to down more coffee.  

     “How many girls is this now?” Dean let out a low growl on the word 'now', clearly getting frustrated that you guys had another missing girl.  

     “This is the third one in a week. Whatever is taking these girls isn't messing around.” You let out a deep sigh as you summarized the body count and walked over to the passenger side door opening it. As you leaned in and started to look around, Sam stuck his head through the broken window and took a deep breath.  

     “Well, no sulfur smell, so I think we can rule out a demon attacks. Plus, this abduction pattern is specific to just girls.” With a perplexed expression Sam removed his head from the car and walked to the trunk with Dean, leaving you to rummage throughout the car cabin. Dean displayed the case files of all the missing girls out on the trunk so he and Sam could have another glance at all three of them.  

     “What do we know that connects all three girls?” Dean asked out loud not expecting an answer. Sam grabbed the campus information and began to read. It didn't look like there was anything that connected them. One girl was an exchange student from Europe, another was a sorority brat, and the last girl was just a normal run of the mill student living in the dorms. None of them were even taking the same classes.  After rifling through a few more papers Sam got an interested look on his face. There was a list of emails between the victims. Scanning through some of the conversations that he found, it became clear the girls did in fact all know each other.  

      “Well,” Sam said while holding a piece of paper up to Dean’s face; “It looks like all three girls did know each other. They were all part of a club called Modern Maidenhood here on campus.”   

     “Great,” Dean stated with an irritated tone in his voice; “a coven?” Sam let out a breathy laugh at his brother, 

     “Try again Dean.” As if in a cartoon, Sam could almost see the light bulb come on over top of Dean’s head.  

     “Virgins?” he asked in surprise; “freaking virgins?” Dean let out a small sigh and shook his head, “sorry ladies, you got a raw deal.” He moved back around to the broken driver's side window and stuck his head inside. You were still looking around the seats when you heard your name.  

     “Hey, Y/N. We figured out how all of the girls are connected. They are all virgins.” Dean looked at you waiting for a response or some sort of joke but you said nothing. You were somewhat surprised at what he just told you; mostly because you and these girls had something in common and the boys had no clue that virginity was your secret. As Dean relayed the new information, Sam appeared next to him watching you through the window. You stopped digging around the car for the moment and returned their gaze.  

     “Well, what do we know that likes virgins?” You asked trying to quell the slight panic that was running through your mind. Lucky for you, the boys didn't notice. The three of you just stared at each other while going through the mental files you all had of the monsters you battled or read about. You spoke first.  

      “Well, we know that the alpha vamp you guys came across liked to keep at least one around because she was considered a delicacy.” You said the word ‘delicacy’ as if it had left a bad taste in your mouth. The thought of blood drinking was quite unappealing to you. “Also, we know that dragons tend to favor them but you said that you guys haven't seen any since Eve.” you added.   

     “Yeah and we know it isn't that Vesta bitch, we ganked her a while ago, plus she didn't go for just girls.” Dean said. The three of you discerning that you did not have enough information decided that it is better to just keep digging around the crime scene and then more later at the bunker. Just as the boys retracted from the window you felt something in-between the seats. You reached down to grab it and pull it out. It was a cheap fake gold necklace chain with a small gold bow pendant and you were willing to bet anything that it came from Forever Twenty-one (could this girl be anymore cliché?). The clasp was broken like it had been ripped off.  

     “Hey guys, I think I know what we might be up against.” You said as you held up the necklace for them to see. Sam took the evidence out of your hand as you stepped out of the passenger side and shut the door.   

     “A vampire wouldn't care about a fake gold necklace,” he looked at both you and Dean knowing you were all thinking the same thing; “however, a dragon would.”  The three of you let out a heavy sigh at the realization that you are most likely hunting a damn dragon. Sam stuffed the accessory in his pocket and you all returned back to the sheriff who, like you suspected, was drinking coffee in his squad car. The boys told him that if they come across anything new that they would give him a call and that they expected the same courtesy. Getting back in the Impala, you headed home to do some more digging. Luckily the university was only about 100 miles from the bunker which meant you would only have to listen to Sam and Dean argue over tunes for 2 hours, it could be worse.   

     After getting home you, all went your separate ways; the boys usually went get a beer and you had to get out of that god-awful suit. You weren't even in the bunker 5 minutes when you heard a crash from the kitchen. 

     You were in the middle of changing your clothes when it happened. Upon hearing the commotion, you threw open your door and ran down the hall with your knife in your hand. You stopped at the door frame to see what happened. Three pairs of eyes turned to look at you standing there in nothing but one of Dean’s old dark red flannels, a pair of black underwear, messy hair, and a knife. Realizing that there was no attack happening you noticed and extra body in the room; Crowley. A scarlet shade overtook your face as all three of them looked at you. Dean, trying not to laugh at your state and doing a horrible job, bent over and picked up the beer bottle that he had dropped when Crowley surprised him unannounced. Crowley looked you up and down, as a cheeky smile formed on his face.  

     “Hello, Darling.” he said in that sexy accent of his; “If I would have known this was how you were going to greet me I would come over more often. However, I would prefer that you put the knife down, love.” You turned away before your face could get any redder or hotter. The last thing you wanted was the boys and the King of Hell to know that you were harboring a crush on the demon. You met Crowley very shortly after moving in with the boys. So, you have known him for almost 6 months. He wasn’t around all the time but when he was around you had a hard time fighting with your feelings. You wanted to like him but a human and a demon was a bad idea. Your interactions with Crowley were short and usually full of innocent flirting and quippy banter, but each meeting made you feel for him a little bit more.  

     Running back to your room with your shame trailing behind you, you threw on a pair of grey motorcycle jeans, your black leather cuff, your black biker boots, and buttoned the shirt you were wearing the rest of the way. Taking a moment to regain your composure and letting your face get somewhat back to its normal color, you left your room to go confront your demons, well demon actually.  

     Upon entering the kitchen, you went past all three of the guys and straight for the liquor. Crowley made you nervous, and not in a bad way like being in a room with the King of Hell should; damn him. After pouring yourself a glass of courage you turned back to the boys; Crowley was watching you intently, no doubt enjoying the fact that he embarrassed you and saw you half naked. Sam walked over to the counter where you stood and asked if you were OK. You gave him a single nod as you took a sip. From the dining table Dean spoke, breaking the awkward silence that you had accidentally created.  

     “Crowley, can you please explain to me why the hell you are here?” He asked pretending to be more annoyed than he actually was. Crowley and the boys had a history, a messy one, but one nonetheless.  

     “Squirrel, I am hurt. Did you not miss me?” Crowley always knew how to get right under Dean’s skin, which is probably why he always flirted with you.   

     “No, not really. Again, why are you here?” Dean’s tone was a lot more demanding this time. He didn't necessarily hate Crowley but he definitely didn't trust him. The demon started to pace a bit, his expensive leather shoes shuffling slightly as he walked. He sauntered over to you and grabbed himself a glass of whiskey as well. You tried desperately to keep yourself together as you nervously drank your liquor. He observed that you were slightly flustered and he studied you intrigued. Before leaving the counter and turning back to the middle of the room, he took a sip and gave you a wink that would have made even a nun question her sexual morals. Damn he was adorable. Addressing all three of you he finally responded to Dean's query.  

     “I assume you have heard about all of the recent abductions?” He eyed the three of you waiting for a response. You all gave a curt nod showing that you understood and that you were listening.   

     “And I assume you know what you are hunting then?” This was more of a statement than a real question. He knew that you all had some idea. This time, you spoke.  

     "We are betting on a Dragon." You said, shrugging your shoulders slightly, you took another sip of your drink and waited for him to speak again.  

     “That’s right love, you are hunting a dragon.” Sam instinctively scooted closer and draped an arm around you after seeing that Crowley was gawking. There was nothing romantic between you and Sam, he was pretty much your brother, but he was very protective.   

     “We know what we’re hunting”, Sam said still keeping you close to himself, “but that still doesn’t tell us why you’re here.”  Crowley surveyed the room. He was stalling. You could tell that he wasn't looking forward to his next sentence because he looked down at his drink and swirled it a bit before answering.    

     “I need a favor from you three.” Crowley almost wasn't able to finish his sentence before Dean stood up from the kitchen table where he had been seated. Dean placed his arms tight against his chest and moved over to you and Sam. You knew at this point he was quickly losing his patients with The King of Hell.  

      “So, what exactly does the all mighty King need from us?” The older Winchester's reply was dripping with sarcasm and Crowley could not help but roll his eyes in return. Crowley swallowed another sip of his whiskey, making a slight face because it was cheap stuff, and purposefully drug out his answer because he knew it would piss Dean off. As you watched the exchange you had no luck quelling your small smile. It was so easy to get at Dean.    

     Finally, the demon spoke; “I happen to know that the big daddy dragon is in town.”  The three of you looked at him in surprise and curiosity as he continued. “All of the kidnappings are happening at his request. I want you to bring me the alpha.” He took another sip and waited for a response. You all ogled at each other in surprise and suspicion. You were shocked because up until the Purgatory mayhem dragons had been gone for 700 years and as far you knew the boys had only managed to kill one. After that they were not seen again. Crowley, however, was the sole reason for suspicion. You could tell that he was leaving out some information. What did he want an alpha for again?   

     “What exactly do you want with an alpha?” Sam asked the question you were all thinking.   

     “What does it bloody matter? You bring me the alpha and there is one less dragon to worry about.” Crowley looked at the three of you clearly exasperated at your lack of compliance. Even though you carried a torch for the King of Hell you knew better than to trust him fully, he was a cut-throat business man first and foremost.   

     “Crowley, you don't seriously expect us to believe that you are giving us the whole story, right? We all know you better than that.” You crossed your arms against your chest like Dean. You may be small and new to this whole hunting thing but you were smart. You knew that Crowley liked to occasionally 'forget' the fine print. He looked at you in fake shock and placed his hand over his heart as if you had just shot him.   

     “Dove, you wound me.” He smiled as he talked to you. With a small grin, you rolled your eyes and shook your head slightly in response. Seeing you and Crowley act so casually with each other made Sam tighten his grip on your shoulder. Crowley’s smile faded as Dean cleared his throat to get things back on track and to get the King of Hell to stop bantering with you.   

     “You got me. I happen to know that the alpha is planning to take out as many of my people as he can, possibly me as well. Kansas is just the first stop.”  The three of you stared in confusion at one another then looked back at Crowley. The demon put his fingers on the bridge of his nose and pitched it taking a deep breath, clearly getting irritated that he had to spell it all out for you. “There is a spell...” he started to explain but he didn't get much farther than that when your confusion lifted and was replaced with understanding.  

     “Do you remember when you told me about the time that you got arrested by the real FBI and you guys were stuck in the prison while all of Lilith’s minions were trying to kill you?” You asked, turning to face the boys.  There was an air of excitement in your tone because you knew something they didn't. One of the benefits of always getting stuck on book duty was that you had read up on a lot of creatures, and a lot of the boys' old cases that Sam had transcribed. They both looked at you and nodded solemnly at remembering that horrible day. “Ok, do you remember when Ruby told you that there was a spell to destroy all demons with in a one-mile radius?” You didn't have help carry their thoughts much farther than that before things clicked for Sam.  

     “She said she would have to have the heart of a virgin to do it,” Sam said finishing your thought. The three of you then turned to look at Crowley.   

     “Glad to see we are all on the same page now. Gold star for you, I am impressed, love.” Crowley's eyes lingered on you a bit longer than necessary and you tried to hold back a blush as he continued. “Now, he is going to keep gathering up as many virgins as he can in the hopes of wiping out any and all demons off the earth. I want you to bring him to me so we can have a little chat and then I will kill him. This is personal.” The kitchen was silent as the three of you contemplated the job. Obliterating all demons was not as positive as it once had been. Having Crowley and coincidentally his army on your team (most of the time) had paid off more than once. But of course, Senior 'Shoot first and ask later' didn’t care. 

     “No deal.” Dean made the statement stepping forward like a proud captain. “I don't plan on being Hell’s bitch again any time soon.” Sam looked at Dean then back at Crowley. The boys had worked for Crowley before and it didn't end well.  

     “I agree with Dean, it’s not a good idea for us.” Sam loosened his grip on your shoulder and went to stand next to his brother in support. You stayed where you were for the moment really thinking things through. Thinking was something you did more often than the boys. You liked to weigh and measure the situation. You felt the King of Hell’s gaze on you, he knew that you gravitated towards reason when it came to dealing with the Winchesters.   

     “I will help you on one condition,” as you spoke, Sam and Dean eyed you with shocked expressions, their hands dropping at their sides in exasperation that you were not agreeing with them. “We will help you get the alpha. You work with us, we don't work for you. Once we eighty-six the alpha we go after whatever dragons are left, together.” While compromising, you moved from the counter to stand next to your adoptive brothers. The boys didn't say anything because they were still surprised at you. A sly grin inched across Crowley’s features. Not only did you manage to get the King what he wanted but you also stunned the boys into silence.  

     “I like you pet, I think these boys should listen to you more often.” You refused to give him any inclination as to how much you liked getting his approval and him calling you 'pet'. Instead you pretended that you hated it and found it offensive.  

     “Don't call me pet, I am a hunter, not some play thing.” You tried to muster up as much venom as you could in your words but it was difficult to. Crowley smirked and threw his hands up in mock surrender and then turned back to the two brothers who now were beginning to resemble statues with their mouths set in disbelief.   

     “Lads?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and a cocky twitch of his lip.  

     “Fine.” Dean made the statement with disdain and a set jaw.   

     “Crowley if you put one toe out of line....” Sam started to add a threat on to Dean's answer but Crowley beat him to it.  

     “I know, I know, you kill me;” The King responded sarcastically, “Well then, where should we get started?”    

[welovelofi]

Tales Of Murder And Dust: Fragile Absolutes. We Feature, We Love.

https://open.spotify.com/album/6DMVg3nHhAadARNNw1dfpl?si=iuFBfCgKQhGEiYq-M2alqw

Århus based, Tales Of Murder And Dust are freshly out with their 3rd full-length LP, Fragile Absolutes. It’s the result of a long gestation and steady evolution of both the line-up and context of the group.

“It’s been the most difficult process we’ve ever had” is bandied around like a mantra in the organization. Why though? Tomad seems to have at times in their 12-year career, everything going for them in spades, but if you pull up specific moments of dormancy – a heck of a lot of forces working against them. Like plate tectonics or glacial migration – slow building pressures ripping them apart that the human sensory array could only detect with seemingly topographic charts. 

After 2016’s “The Flow In Between” saw the band signing to English neo-psych magnate, Fuzzclub Records, they parted ways with founding member Kristoffer Vilsgaard, who shared lead vocal and songwriting duties with Christian Sinding Soendergaard. Vilsgaard left the operation amicably and still remains active in their now extensive ‘extended family’. Around the same time, TOMAD saw a drastic line-up shift in virtually every position except drums. Fellow ZRN (formerly Zeroine, a ‘side’ collab between Ess Beck and Soendergaard) and real-life partner, Ess Beck moved in on keys and auxiliary guitar, Rasmus Aaen Jensen entered on bass, and the slimmer, leaner line-up headed to USA for their very chaotic inaugural tour – plagued by missed connections, transportation break-downs and hellish drive times.

    “It was our first time in the states, and instead of being able to soak it all in, we got into a van and drove 35 hours straight to a gig” remarks Jakob Korsgaard (drums). “I kinda feel like it doesn’t even count, that tour – it was just so chaotic at times”.  

The Flow In Between sold well internationally for them, and the EU bookings were steady, yet it seemed always to this writer that it was getting increasingly difficult to see them here in Aarhus or let-alone find their records in one of the many physical shops. In fact, I ordered my copy of “Fuzz Club Sessions” from England (the 2018 Ltd edition live-in-studio EP, first to feature the re-vamped TOMAD line-up), and it took weeks to get here (You can fly direct from AAR to Stanstead though for less than the price of a beer and be wheels down in 1.5 hours). Something was rotten somewhere.

The difference between The Flow In Between and Fragile Absolutes is significant in almost every way. All plusses though if you’ve gotten this far. WHEN one was able to catch TOMAD in this constellation between records, I always had the feeling there was something über-special about their sound. It was like something was gestating, brewing…fermenting even. ZRN seemingly would cycle through a period as well, ESS and Christian seemed to dichotomize the sound picture. TOMAD at times would be more punky or gothic, while ZRN would move into territory that was more ambient, improvisatory and even post-modernist ‘classical’. It seemed like the two groups had a significant impact on each other – which makes sense with the personnel being partly the same, but yet able to morph under a different moniker and (for lack of a better term) ‘power dynamic shift’. At any rate – TOMAD was evolving and peeling away from the “Psych” or “Shoegaze” pigeonholes that seemed to be applied by the lesser astute of my colleagues over the decade.  

With the departure Of Vilsgaard as co-lead, That left Soendergaard in full creative control of the group. This is one of the important dynamic shifts that lead to the content and feel of “Fragile Absolutes”. Far from being a 3-legged cat however – Soendergaards growth as an atmospheric composer and arranger in a more widescreen cinematic format was amplified. With the departure of Vilsgaard, also left the final leanings of TOMAD being justifiably a “Psych” outfit. The darker hues of something weightier and more substantial began covering the band like strangler vines around the once verdant trees of the woods.

“Fragile Absolutes” was recorded in several different locations – initial basic tracking began a few years ago in Aarhus’s Tapetown studios. Tapetown’s penchant for recording “Alternative” and “Indie” genres served as a template for a slightly more bombastic base coat to several of the numbers. For whatever reason, TOMAD decided to complete the recording in various settings where they could hack away at it. A cabin on the west coast of Jutland is mentioned (the closest thing Denmark has to an artic desert), and various bits and pieces here and there. I’m sure all of this adds to the mystery surrounding the record, but the end result and finished ‘product’ is a record that is produced by the band with an air of achieving perfection in whatever it is they first set out to do.

Knowing the genesis and long gestation of the record – I see this as a re-birth for the band. They might not notice it. A heap of things in the band’s own personal life have also necessitated the change. Some members became parents themselves, geographical and logistical strife caused periods of inactivity and even as I write, a global pandemic has altered the way the band has to plan live bookings. I hate to say something as pedestrian as: “you gotta roll with the punches”, but this record existing at all, let alone being the masterpiece that I truly deem it to be, is no small feat. 

The Review

In my 2016 review of “The Flow In Between” I ended up calling it “Probably the greatest record to come out of Jutland”. Before we get going on the breakdown – I’ll have to amend that bold statement from 4 years ago and relegate “TFIB” to “Probably the best record to come out of Jutland as of 2015”. Fragile Absolutes has frogged its way into #1 for me. Shucks – I’m even going to have to one-up myself here. It’s my favorite Danish album, ever. There’s a LOT of great albums out of my adopted home country too. Laban 4 comes to mind….

“Fragile Absolutes” kicks off with the wallop of the monastic meets Viking cinema “Distances”. It’s evident that they are picking up in context where some of “The Flow In Between” leaves off (see: “Sisters”). There’s a heavier texture of orchestration underneath which basically weaves it way through the record. There are shimmering jangly bits layered with piano, synths and whatever the hell else they used bathed in subtle sustained feedback. This continues into the slightly dirgy title track “Fragile Absolutes”. The monotonic guitar lines giving way to almost plainsong layered choirs underpinned by some subtle tinkling on the ivories and a chugging and building rhythm section that leads into orchestral stabs at a climax and finally a resolution.

“Crippled Figurines” treads on more familiar territory in a sense. The Percussion is sidelined, instead being inferred by a gently strummed acoustic guitar set in counterpoint by the ever- present drone and simple right-handed synth melody, comfortingly recalling something that wouldn’t be out of place on a late 80s Depeche Mode album. All this mood is closer in reality to say, an early Fever Ray track rather than a gothic synth-pop piece and retaining the best integral bits of each.

With “Flawed Beliefs” we’re back to the structure of the opening gambit of the record – the ever-present drone met by delicate flights of neatly layered butterfly kisses from unidentified hands. “Flawed Beliefs” builds again upon a simple but effective passage, subtly and organically changing shape to a cacophony of doom until disappearing.

“Wear Your Skin” again pairs the dulcet tones of fluttering sprinkles of what sounds like hammer dulcimer with a tightly layered cauldron of foreboding flares in the lower register. You wouldn’t be wrong for hearing traces of Cocteau Twins or even “Pornography”-era Cure, hence why some folks can’t resist attaching a “Goth” accreditation to TOMAD on this album cycle. I’m not sure Goth is such a dirty word anymore – I’ve dabbled myself and in these Isolation times – I don’t think anyone should blame me. “Deconstructed and Dissolved” follows this mood perfectly, plunging the listener further down the k-hole of the world in flames while simultaneously being frozen in the wasteland that our collective esoterism has created.

“Entropy” and “Consoling Words” again bring us back to the now familiar overall vibe of the record. Infinite layers of aurally pleasing yet disturbing symphonic drones paired with a slowly plodding and ever-present funeral march of backbone.

You’d be forgiven for being lulled into a sense of not knowing where the album begins or ends at this point in the record – but the whole affair is masterfully shuttered with the somewhat surprisingly delicate and bare “Remnants” – where for the first time, a simple piano and vocal are to the fore of the mix. There is something heartbreakingly haunting about Soendergaard’s vocals on the closing number – finally pushed into the theoretical spotlight, yet still fragile and nearly incomprehensible. It’s a perfect ending to the constant wash of dark matter and symphonic pummeling of the previous 8 tracks.

“Fragile Absolutes” as a whole, is damaging in its epic-ness. I know “epic” is thrown around a lot in somewhat ironic terms by suited frat boys on TV, but I honestly can’t think of another term for what this LP puts you through. From the invocational wallop of the opening numbers and the adagios and lulls of the moodier tracks, it’s quite an emotional roller coaster. Everyone I know who has heard any of these tracks all drop references to “Soundtrack”, “Nordic” and “Dark”. I’m happy to agree, even if I can’t offer up a pigeonhole of a mini-sub sub- genre to attach to it. The remnants of Shoegaze and Neo-Psych are still evident, these are the kind of bands that TOMAD will always be billed with – but “Fragile Absolutes” is their most powerful and complete work to date. While the bulk of the writing may be Christian Soendergaard’s singular vision now, What the rest of the band add to the mix is staggeringly appropriate and serve the material with a reverence and aplomb that is rarely found in a band that have been through this massive of a personnel shift since their last record. My only wish on several of the songs is that there were more dynamic builds and decrescendos – adding to the romantic and cinematic appeal of some of the “louder” cuts on the LP. This only means that it can evolve and grow live in my book – and for my dollar, I can’t wait to see what TOMAD can do in full flight with this material and line-up at a proper concert whenever that is possible. That will have to occur in 2021 though. Thanks Corona virus.  

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Existence of God

A/N:My own fic with my own ocs that I hope everyone here enjoys to some extent.

Summary: Wanting to help someone caused Platinum to accidentally reveal important information that could change the course of Tailnrr’s future completely.

Edit: Fixed a couple mistakes hopefully.

I sighed as I watched the skies turn dark, Vaemyth slowly falling slowly under the horizon. I could feel my heart gradually sink, my chest tightening, constricting my lungs. That feeling I get when something bad will happen.

But I shook my head and walked back to my desk, I pushed the feeling away and the though at the back of my head. It wasn’t necessary to worry over.

I picked my phone up from the desk’s surface, flipping it over so the screen could face up. The screen lit up, the background image of my sister and I blocked by a message from her. I read it quickly, my chest tightened quickly, the pit returning.

The oojack declared war on our leaders. They’re hunting down the females. Platinum, I need help!

Part of me, at the back of my mind, told me not to worry about it. She’s just overreacting. There’s no reason to worry over such nonsense. But the other part of me knew she was telling the truth, she was in danger, as she’s very delved into the relationship of our race’s leaders with the oojack’s.

I sighed and opened my phone, going to my messages and texting her back, I’ll have you transported immediately.I set my phone back down and stood, quickly walking towards the door to my office. I stopped in front of a machine I worked on with Ravvan, my sister. A transporter.

I punched in the coordinates to Ravvan’s transported, knowing she’d be there. She wouldn’t let me do so if she wasn’t there anyway. After hitting go the transporter lit up blue, the fluids above it to help it cool started bubbling as the machine roared. My chest tightened slightly when I saw blue sparks light up the floor of the transporter, but saw none of it when my sister materialized. I quickly shut off the machine and grabbed her before she collapsed to her knees. I lowered myself with her in my arms when I saw how distraught she looked, her pale eyes shimmering with tears as they stained her cheeks.

Sometimes I forget our people could cry. It makes me wonder why I can’t seem to do so.

“They’re going to kill us off!” She shouted, her voice hoarse. She had her face in the crook of my neck as she continued to cry out, “I don’t want to die, Platinum!” Knowing the capabilities of the oojack, I could only nod and rub circles into her back. “What are we going to do?” Her voice was but a whisper.

“There’s nothing we can do, Sister,” I replied. My voice the same as it always has been. “We just have to sit in wait.” Sometimes I wonder how others could feel like this, such extreme emotions.

My reply seemed to have upset her when she stopped with only a few sniffles while she lifted her head from my shoulder. She looked up at me with her icy blue eyes. “W-what? How… how can we just sit back and wait?” She asked quietly. “We can’t just sit back. We can’t just leave everyone in distress, Platinum.”

“I’m sorry but—”

“We’re gods for fuck sake!” She shouted and hit my chest a few times with her fists. “We have to help them!”

“Ravvan, listen,” I said holding her shoulders. She stopped and watched me carefully, her pale eyes holding some sort of betrayal. “I know what we are. But I also know that we can’t interfere with this. We were given specifics instructions that we can’t interfere in any way. It’ll cause a dependent relationship with them and they won’t be able to survive on their own if they knew we existed. They can’t know, and they never will.” I stared into her eyes sternly. I softened my grip when she moved, telling me I had been holding her too tightly.

“I… I understand.” She whispered, “I just can’t watch them do this to themselves.”

“They’ll figure it out eventually.”

“How do you know the others aren’t going to interfere?”

“I don’t,” I answered simply. “We just have to hope they don’t. We can’t risk ourselves in the mortals’ problems.”

“Okay,” she nodded slowly and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her head in my shirt. “You’ve changed a lot, Plat,” she said.

“How so?” I raised a brow.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I think you just became more mature and accepted your feelings as real feelings. I've noticed a lot of born-gods have a hard time with that kind of thing and I’m just happened you’ve learned to accept your birthright.”

I hummed, frowning. How could I accept my feelings when I couldn’t gather the strength to even have them? The most I have is worry and love for her as my sister, but I can’t even accept myself for who I am.

I guess the facade I had created for so long had truly worked. No one knows me. They don’t see me. She doesn’t see me. And that’s fine.

I couldn’t afford to hurt her.

I hummed to myself as I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. There was no real pattern to the humming, it was more like something that would keep my mind off of things. Suddenly I heard shouting, causing me to sit up straight and silence myself. A ringing in my ears invaded my thoughts until the shouting of men, most likely soldiers, interrupted such ringing.

I just can’t catch a break.

I huffed and stood from bed, quickly making my way down the small hallway to my sister’s room. I took her by the shoulders and shook her slightly whispering, “Ravvan! Get up they’re here!”

She groaned quietly, sitting up slowly. “Wha…” she rubbed her eyes with her hands and looked towards me with confused eyes.

“Go to the attic and hide, Ravvan, they’re here,” I instructed her and quickly helped her out of bed and led her into the hallway. I reached up to the ceiling and grabbed the handle on the attic door, opening it and pulling it down to form stairs for her. Ravvan drowsily scrambled her way up the stairs and looked back at me as the banging and shouting got louder. “Be quiet for me, okay? I don’t want anything happening to you.” She nodded her head and I closed the door. I stood there with my eyes wide as I hastily thought of a plan.

I ran to my room, ruffling my dark hair, and grabbed my robe, putting it on and running back into the living room where the door separates it from the outside. I opened the door, the oojack Soldier on the other side almost falling into me. “What?” I snapped, staring at the three soldiers.

“We’re here to hunt—”

I snorted, interrupting them, “Sorry but I live alone. Might as well leave me be, eh?”

“Uh yeah…” the first one stammered, he’s much taller than the others and obviously that cliche tough leader. “S-Sorry to intrude.” Somewhat tough. He turned to face one of his partners who only shrugged his gun in hand.

“Look, Sir,” the one with the gun spoke, “we know who you are, and we know you have a sister. We’d like to search the house.”

“Is that gun loaded?” I asked him. He immediately snapped his head up at me fearfully. “Shoot me,” I dared him. Him and the other two soldiers stared at me, shock written in their faces. “If you kill me you have full access to my house. And if you find my sister then you have permission to do whatever the hell you want to her.” I sneered, “if you don’t kill me, then I will snap your necks in the blink of an eye.”

The soldier in the back with the gun nodded, clicking it off safety and aiming the barrel at my chest. I knew that wouldn’t kill me, the oojack don’t have the right materials to kill a god with a bullet. The soldier took a deep breath and raised his gun slightly and pulled the trigger.

I bore my canines in pain and dug my claws into the wooden for as I rose my other hand to my right eye. The wound stung when I touched it, a pain I haven’t felt in so long. My breathing quickened, my chest tightening, I couldn’t see in that eye no more. I moved my hand into my only line of sight left, golden blood coating my skin, looking almost like honey. I heard the soldier’s gun clatter onto the floor. I looked over to the one who shot me, his mouth was agape as he stared at me in horror, his body shaking like a leaf in a heavy storm.

The other two soldiers stepped back and stared at my new wound. “No evidence,” I breathed out, closing the door behind me. Being so aware of the pain I felt as it began to fade away, I could feel my cold golden blood dripping down my face… at least what’s left of it. “I stepped forward and rested my hands on the two of the soldier's shoulders. I placed my thumbs on their jawlines as they froze, staring up at me. The third, the one with the gun, had disappeared from my line of sight, but I knew he was still around. I could feel his presence. “Sorry, but it looked like you’ve discovered a secret that should’ve been left alone.” I moved my thumbs, snapping the soldier’s necks instantly.

I shook my head slightly, letting the men fall limp on the floor. I looked around for the one who shot me, cursing under my breath when I noticed he had run off from my blind spot. He could’ve went anywhere and speed the word about me.

Guess they know of the existence of god now.

“We have to go and never come back,” I told Ravvan, trying to hide my tone, as I booted up the transporter again.

“Why?” She asked, feat in her voice as we watch the machine light up, roaring alive.

“They know about us,” I said simply, “they’ll search for more of our people. They’ll try and kill all of us, just to find if gods truly exist.”

She stared at me with wide eyes, looking almost like a deer in headlights. “What did you do?” She sneered ya me and stood at my left where I could see her. I had her patch up my right eye as I probably would’ve started bleeding everywhere I go.

For a split second I wondered why we have blood if we can’t bleed out. But I pushed that thought at the back of my mind as it wasn’t a topic necessary to linger on.

“One of them shot me in the eye, as you can see. I bled. He ran,” I explained, my time blank. I’m not exactly in the best mood, I should’ve expected him to shoot me in the face somewhere. I guess I wasn’t expecting it to be my good eye.

“You’re so stupid,” Ravvan growled. I turned my head to look at her. She glared at me with betrayal in not only her blue eyes but also in her features. She was disgusted at me. “How could you do this?”

“Get in the transporter,” I demanded of her, lowering my voice. “Go.”

“She snorted and stepped up in the machine, turning around to face me. She opened her mouth to say something to me, but I had already sent her away to the Ragnor region where she couldn’t be hunted. I turned it off and walked over to the light switch, turning off the lights. I left the house, closed and locked the door, and sat on the ground in front of it. “Now I wait,” I breathed out quietly, closing my eyes and placing my hands on my legs as I crossed them. Clearing my mind.

Listening to my surroundings.

After a few hours of waiting, I opened my eyes and saw the lifeless bodies of the soldiers in front of me. I shouldn’t bother them, they’ve done enough.

I sighed and stood, walking towards the center of the city of Lokrar. The image of their dead faces ingrained into my head, the smell of their rotting flesh. Part of me wanted to despise of them in the centerpiece of the city, but the leaders would have none of it if they found the dead bodies of oojack soldiers in the water of the fountain.

As I nearer the center I started to hear gunshots. Why couldn’t I hear them before? Are my ears shot from the ringing after being shot? I snorted when I saw nothing, no one.

I gasped slightly when someone ran past me on my bad side. I watched curiously as the pale-skinned man quickly limped around the fountain and took cover in the water behind the centerpiece statue. I looked around to make sure no one was around and walked over to him, kneeling next to him in the water.

“You’re… not going to kill me are you?” He asked with a worried look on his face. His features struck me as interesting. He looked so young, obviously younger than 700… that’s not right. His large ears folded back in submission as his breathing pace quickened, staring up at me with his pale blue eyes. I saw he holding his leg as it leaked blood into the water, quickly staining the liquid in the fountain a transparent red.

“No, of course not,” I whispered to him, staring into his fearful eyes. “Here,” I said and grabbed his wounded leg. He had already stripped his pant leg and wrapped it tightly around the wound to keep it from bleeding too much. It seemed to stop working.

I stripped his wound from the fabric, causing him to wince in pain while I placed the palm of hand on his gushing wound.

What are you doing?” He asked, snarling in pain. He shut his eyes, cursing under his breath, as I applied pressure onto his wound with my palm.

“I’m helping you,” I looked at him again, “if you don’t want me to, then I can leave you here to bleed out.”

“N-no, no, don’t leave me! It’s okay please help me,” he spoke frantically.

“This will sting a bit,” I warned, closing my eyes. I focused whatever energy I had into my hand. I could feel the wound close itself and heal, and i could feel the Soldier tending himself. I looked back up at him as I let go of his leg. He sat up and grabbed his shin with amazement in his eyes when I let go of the wound. Even I saw the wound healed and the blood stopping. “Better?” I asked quietly.

“Y-yeah…” he whispered. When he looked up at me again I saw the astonishment in his pale blue eyes. “What are you… a sorcerer?”

I stood and helped him up, water soaking both of our clothes causing the cold breeze of autumn to bite at our skin. “No. Just a god.”

He nodded after staring at me for a few minutes. “Our soldiers need your help,” he smiled, “you could save hundreds. You could be a hero. Our people would worship you.”

I nodded slowly, reluctantly. “Take me there.”

I knew I was going against my will doing this, but something in me had clicked when I saw this man hiding in the fountain. Maybe these people did need me.

He led me to where the injured soldiers were being held. As soon as I walked in, as soon as I saw the men, my heart dropped. These people really do need us. They really can’t survive without us. I frowned when one of them stared at me with pleading eyes, only a child. How could a child be here? I looked back at the man I saved, he was watching me as well with a worried gaze. My ears, though constricted by my horns, folded back. “I’ll help,” I spoke.

Those two words, I knew, had brightened their futures. Even if just by a little.

For the next few months I had stayed with the man I saved in his tent. I had taken in many soldier’s healing their wounds and fractures, but I was slowly growing weaker— I could feel it— my powers draining. The man visited me almost every hour to help me and y’all to me and I started to become a little close to him.

I tried to keep my distance however.

“How are you, Platinum?” He asked worriedly, watching me with his pale blue eyes as they shined. I had started to refuse patients more often no matter their age or state of injuries, it seems he has noticed as well. He had his hand on my shoulder as I stared at the fabric of the tent we sat in.

“Tired,” I responded blankly. “I never thought I could feel so exhausted before.”

“Maybe if they knew you were a god, they’d be able to give you more strength?” He suggested hesitantly. “How does that work?”

“They’d have to b loyal worshippers of me,” I said, memorizing our Divine’s Code, “But I wouldn’t force them to worship me. That’s not right,” I shook my head.

“I could tell them!” He laughed a little, “I could tell them you’re a god and the only way you’d be able to help fully anymore is believe in you— worship you as the god you should be.” He paused, “the god you deserve to be.”

I turned my head a bit go look at him with my good eye. He stared at me, into my eye, with a small smile. I breathed in slightly when he placed his other hand on my leg, adding, “I’ll worship you. I’ll follow you with everything I got. I will be by your side till the end of my life.”

I nodded slightly, surprised a mortal would do this for me. My eyes widened and my body froze, becoming tense, when I felt his soft lips press against mine. He quickly stood and left the tent. I stared at where he sat in front of me before and pulled my hand to touch my lips.

I thought to myself in shock as I could feel my face warm up. I could hear the man outside shouting at the others about me. My chest tightened once again.

I honestly hoped this will work.

After a few days I was finally able to heal more people. My powers have returned to me and I no longer feel as drained as I had then. It was a feeling I thought I’d never have again, the tingling in my muscles and in my blood. My magic coursing through me.

It’s such a satisfying feeling now.

Selenite, the man who I saved from blood loss. Had started to stay with me the whole time, saying that he was too afraid to go out there. He… he said he was afraid if he’d go out there he would never see me again.

I felt bad for being a god, honestly, but I told him I’d stay with him. I still can’t believe that I’m doing this for one mortal; a creature that shouldn’t mean anything to my own.

Selenite sighed lightly. He had his head rested on my lap while I wait for a new patient. “I’ve always wondered what was on your mind,” he said.

“It’s not… something I’m comfortable with at the moment,” I said quietly, brushing my fingers through his pale hair.

“I understand. If you ever are ready to tell me anything, I’ll be here to listen,” he said.

I’ve never met someone like him. So pure and sweet. He’s such a gentle soul. He’s truly one of a kind. Unique.

Part of me felt bad for not telling him, but I knew I shouldn’t. Whenever I’m ready. I sighed lightly, watching the entrance of the tent we sat in. I had started to take residence in this tent (not that I usually slept) and selenite seemed to enjoy my company more at night.

I started to enjoy his company a little more as well and even began to notice the little things about him. The way his silvery eyes look into mine with hope and pride, how the sweetest things could come from his soft lips. How something so pure could be stuck in such a hell was beyond me. I knew how pure he was, his pure white skin and hair seemed to glow at the slightest bit of darkness in the room, shining light onto the material surrounding us. As I combed through his hair I noticed how it was so soft i could barely feel it.

I smiled slightly when I heard him let out a happy sigh, his face gleaming with that beautiful smile of his.

I was lost in his eyes, his beautiful and bright blue eyes. My smile widened until I heard shouting in the distance.

I frowned when selenite say up from my lap and watched the entrance. We both jumped slightly when three of our soldiers threw themselves through the entrance of the tent. Two of them seemed fine, only with bruises and a few cuts that could be covered and healed in the matter of minutes, but they were both on either side of the third soldier, holding him and helping him to seat in front of me.

I stood immediately and walked over to the injured man. I was almost intrigued… he had lost a leg, the muscle tissue seeming to have been messily ripped before tearing apart. It was quite nasty, blood almost immediately staining the fabric beneath it.

He sat up a bit with a weak groan, raising a hand to his temples to massage them as if he suffer from nothing but a headache. He looked at me with bright amber eyes, his face looking young and nearly too innocent to have gone through a war, the loss of his leg even.

As I stared at him curiously I noticed more of his face. The look of him struck me as familiar… then it clicked.

“A-Alpha!” I shouted in surprise as he smiled at me with that mischievous grin of him. I quickly shooed the other soldiers out except for Selenite who had already begun wrapping Alpha’s missing limb with medical gauze. “Alpha, you know you’re not supposed to interfere in this,” I said sternly, narrowing my eyes as I sat down against and took his leg to heal it before Selenite finishing wrapping it. “Besides, I cant even help you get your leg back.”

“That’s fine,” Alpha shrugged, “but no, I know. What’re you doing?” He looked up at me again with his fiery eyes that gleamed with accusation, that mischievous grin still playing on his lips.

I sighed and shook my head. “It seems like I wasn’t the only god sucked into this.” My comment made déneige raise his head in surprise, his ears perked up in interest as he stared at me.

“There more?” He asked softly.

I nodded. “He knows?” Alpha asked, his gaze becoming even more judgemental. “How does he know?”

“Selenite isn’t one I can bring myself to lie to,” I glared at him as Selenite listener in curiously and carefully.”

“You could’ve told him you were a sorcerer or even a wizard!” Alpha whispered loudly with a sneer.

“I can’t lie to him. I couldn’t bring myself to!” I whispered with the same force.

“So? The whole world will know and Aeregele will kick your ass!”

I tried to keep myself calm. “I was already in deep shit, Alpha. I had to.”

“Deep shit? Like what?”

“The oojack could’ve taken my sister if I didn’t protect her,” I growled, “he shot me in the eye!” I yelled at him, curiously pointing at the wrap covering half my face.

“Oh yeah, lemme change that,” Selenite mumbled to me and walked off the grab more medical supplies.

“No, no you don’t have to,” I told him, turning around and ignoring Alpha’s weird stare. “I honestly don’t need it, it’s just here to hide it from people.”

Selenite say in front of me and changed the patch covering the hole in my gross face. He didn’t seemed phased by the disgusting scar and continued to patch it up.

Alpha looked at him with disgust in his eyes while he snarled, “That was disgusting.” He stood on his right leg, using the shelf next to the bed for support. “I can’t believe you did this, Platinum.”

“Wait,” I stopped and turned to Alpha. “How did you even get here? Let alone lose a leg?”

“Oh, I’ll tell you,” he frowned, “Those oojack found their secret weapon and weren’t going to unleash it… not until they found out you’re a god.” He pointer at me, his face hard as stone and his eyes glaring right through me.

“Secret weapon?” Selenite muttered, sitting close by me. He’s closer than he usually is when people are near, probably because of how threatened he feels with Alpha. I could feel the fear radiating from him.

“I don’t know what that thing is,” Alpha started, “but whatever it is it’s hungry for the blood of our people and has been attacking us for the past few days. It’s a monster.”

“Explain its features,” I said. Staring up at Alpha with my good eye. I could feel Selenite inch a bit closer to where he could rest his head on my shoulder.

“It… looked like oojack, but it stalked around like a monster. There’s something terribly wrong with that man and whatever is wrong with him it’s going to not only kill our people but his own,” Alpha explained, “his eyes were a glazed white and didn’t even looked focused. And his body morphed so much that he barely looked human in the first place. I don’t even know how that thing could stand.” He shook his head, “I remember him growling about some disease and how whenever he saw someone he would shout at them ‘disease!’ in a raspy voice and attack them until they’re dead on the floor.”

“That doesn’t sound too good, Platinum,” Selenite said, I could feel him shaking, “we need to negotiate with the oojack before we all die.”

I turned to Selenite who was shaking like he was drenched in ice water and left outside in the snow at night. His pure white hair ruffled up in distress and his pastel eyes filled in utter fear.

“You can’t negotiate with them, Kid,” Alpha growled. “They’re probably all bloodthirsty beasts now too.”

Selenite started to tear up a bit, catching both Alpha and I off guard. “I-I don't want to die, Platinum!” He cried out,tears staining his cheeks, and wrapped his arms around me and cried into my chest.

I held him tightly and rested my head on his, breathing in and taking in the scent of his hair. “Don’t worry, Sele, I won’t let that happen to you,” I stated sternly and stood from his grasp. “I’m going to try and negotiate with them.” I held Selenite’s hand for a brief moment before leaving through the tent. Some of the soldiers saluted me as I walked by, enhancing my confidence as I strode out of the camp. But before I got too far, a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned around to Selenite with a small hopeful smile. “Sele… you okay?” I asked as I could see his worry for me in his eyes.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered a bit, “I just wanted to tell you something before you left in case something happened I either of us if we were separated for good.”

“And what's that?” I asked, trying not to sound impatient as I could hear a shout across the city again. I furrowed my brow and waited for him to calm down. He was still a bit testy from before.

“I…” He started, but stopped himself. He even let go of my shoulder. He straighten his arms by his sides, lifted his chin, straightened his legs beside each other, and straightened his back like he was taught when he was being sent to serve this war. I placed my hands on his arms, light enough that he could move freely if he wanted to. The contact seemed to calm him down a bit, his body visibly relaxing, and he made eye contact with me. “I’m very reluctant to let you leave without something important.”

I raised a brow and smirked slightly, I was going to ask what that was until he stepped closer to me and pushed his lips into mine. When he stiffened, possibly in fear, I moved my hand up to the back of his head to push him closer to me as I reopened the kiss.

He parted from me and stared in my eyes in shock. “You…” he started but couldn’t finish.

I chuckled lightly and combed my fingers through his hair. “I love you, too.”

Selenite smiled and stepped backwards. He nodded towards the city when I heard a faint cry and gunshots. I grabbed his hand for a short moment to reassure him that I’ll be okay after I had seen his face fall. I let go of his hand and sprinted off towards the center of the city.

I quickly got to the center, seeing the centerpiece and the blood-filled water. Although it was still a bit clear, it reflected the gloomy weather and the dark clouds overhead. Ever since the war started the skies have been like this and for a moment I wondered if it was me or another god.

I shook my head and listened for the shouting. I snorted when I heard it again, finally able to distinguish what it was. The shouting of multiple men and gunshots ringing in the air.

I shot forwards again, staying low when I felt I was near. I stopped in my tracks when I saw soldiers and immediately ran around one of the houses beside me. I came towards them from the alley between two houses and crouched behind the bushes. My tail twitched when I saw the group of oojack; heavily armored men, some carried guns while others wielded long staffs that seemed to hold back the creature. It sort of resembled some of the soldiers, it had the bulletproof padding on parts of his body, some seeming to have fallen off. Some of the uniforms the soldiers wore was still attached to him, almost seemingly permanently stuck to him… I pushed that thought back. That was a weird thought to think of.

The monster suddenly shouted, “Disease!” The shout scared me but it clicked as this made me 99% sure that it was the monster Alpha spoke of. It continued to shout and fight out of the hold of the other soldiers.

How could they do this to their own people? I thought to myself. My eyes narrowed when it turned to me, earning a few shouts and gunshots to the arm although it seemed unaffected.

“Contain it!” One of the larger soldiers closest to me shouted. The others followed their order and pulled their long staffs back towards them. I noticed the bands at the end of the ticks were tied Aldine the beast’s neck and seemed to resemble what is used to capture stray animals the oojack tend to own.

“Disease!” It shouted again and spun around, finally letting me get a full look at it. Sure, it was oojack, but it’s much taller and it’s limbs overly exaggerated. It walked in it’s hands and feet similarly to a bear. There were no scales or fur, which could mean that he hasn’t finished mutating…

God knows (heh) what it would turn into.

I watched it while it spun around again, sending a couple soldiers flying a bit after losing their grip. It looked straight at me with its glazed white eyes. “Disease!” It shouted and attempted to run at me, but was held back with the strong grip of the soldier and the few gunshots to the back. “Disease!” It’s face still resembles that of an oojack, but it looks as much as a beast as it was turning into. Complete and utter fury burned within its white eyes, but I could almost feel the pain it was in as it shouted at me. I was wondering how the oojack hadn’t noticed he was trying to get to me. Maybe they thought he was just seeing a rodent or stray cat or dog or something.

I was about to creep back until I felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of my head. “Nice try,” the owner growled at me. “Get up.” I did as I was told and stood up, I wanted to see where this was going since I wasn’t afraid of being shot in the back of the head.

Selenite crosses my mind.No, I have to do this for him.

I breathed in deeply and I stood. The barrel moved away from my head and into the center of my back. Assuming from the height I knew it was an oojack. “Walk,” he commanded and had me walk to the group with him still behind me. I walked until the larger of the soldiers held the side of his shotgun by my chest. He glanced at the others holding the beast while I had been staring at them the whole time.

The beast itself seemed to calm down now, even just by a little, now knowing who the intruder was. But he still stared into my eyes with that soul sucking gaze.

“Your friend barely escaped earlier,” the soldier behind me stated, the gun still pressed into my back. “He found an opening and ran off,” he snorted, “I guess he told you, a fellow god, to see if you could kill this thing. I’m sure you saw how well that turned out for him.”

The beast whispered in an alarmingly quiet and calm manner, “They want to live inside of us like a disease.”

“What the hell is this thing?” I growled at the leader, still staring at the beast’s white eyes.

“This is Soldier C-347. He is the reason we know about you,” he chuckled when he saw my face.

“He’s the one who shot me and got away with it,” I muttered to myself as I glared into its soulless eyes. “You’re the one who shot me in the eye!” I shouted at the beast who howled back at me. “I’ll kill you!” I ignored the raging sting in my shoulder as I jumped toward the beast who wriggled himself out of his hold and lifted his hands and grabbed me by my arms, holding me in place.

“Disease,” it whispered, staring at me with a cold stone expression. “Disease.”

I howled at it, baring my canines and breaking out of his grasp, grabbing him by the neck and throwing him off to the side. While he recovered, the soldiers retreated into the nearby buildings and I took the time to summon one of my blades. The sword surged with blue lightning as I grasped the hilt firmly.

The beast stood quickly and immediately pounced at me, giving me little time to react. But being as lucky as I am I saw it coming and threw my arm at him, hitting the flat of the blade on his face, sending both sparks from the impact and the beast back to the ground, his back facing me. I walked over quickly and set my foot on his back near the nape of his neck held my blade high.

“Odd with your head, you worthless beast,” I growled at him and swung my sword at his throat. I cringed and almost feel over when the body disappeared before I could decapitate him. The only thing of him left was the purple and black smoke that probably would’ve suffocated me I had the need to breathe.

My ear twitched when I heard a devilish chuckle from behind. The noise sounded as if it came from the rolling thunder as I started to feel cold pricks of the sprinkling rain against my skin and clothes.

No! I yelled inwardly at myself and quickly spun with my arm outstretched, hopefully getting the beast. But only smoke was to meet me. I spun around again only to be pounced on.

My yell was cut off as my vision went black and a pain in the back of my head spread throughout my own neck. I couldn’t see but for a minute I started to hope I was dead… but Selenite crosses my mind again.

I couldn't leave him now. He needs me.

And I need him.

I heard someone speak. The voice was soft yet full of worry and fear. I wanted to move and… some small piece deep within my heart wanted to comfort whoever this voice belonged to, but no matter how much I tried a pain in my chest and down half of my body kept me from moving.

The more I focused on the voice, the more it became audible. “Come on, Platinum,” it said softly, almost like it had confidence in me. But… who? And why? “Come on, Baby, get up!” It started to become a bit frantic and fearful and I felt the weight on my chest became heavier as it cried and pleaded for me to wake up.

Just. Wake up.

I closed my eyes to take it all in, hoping I could figure things out. As I thought, the voice faded out but I could still somewhat hear the crying.

I tried to open my eyes but a stinging in them caused me to close them again. “That’s it!” The voice said again, clearer than before. “You can do it! I’m right here…”

I opened them much slower, the pain still there but I ignored it. I’ve felt worse before. The light of a headlight blinded my vision, causing the stinging to become more prominent. I growled in annoyance while I waited for my vision to clear as I squinted.

Everything was so fuzzy for a moment until I was finally able to focus on the person beside me. Selenite. I frowned when I saw his face. How long had I been out? It only felt like a few minutes…

“Yeah, I know,” Selenite chuckled, even his voice was sounded older. “It’s been quite a few years, you’ve been in a coma since the war.”

“How did I end up falling into a coma?” I asked, my throat sore and dry.

“We assume if to be that creature those oojack had,” selenite explained. My ears perked at the mention of the oojack and I tried to sit up, only to be forced back down by Selenite’s hand. He surprised me, showing not strength than I thought he had. “Don’t worry about them though. The monster is being contained for research and the war was ended a year after you almost died. The fact that they almost killed a god had gotten to them and they surrendered.”

I smiled a bit with a small chuckle, but frowned at the sound of it and the pain in my chest from the movement. I moved to sit up, much slower than last time and Selenite helped me up this time. I looked around the place for a bit, recognizing the technology to be similar to that oojack but looked back at Selenite who seemed to be unstrapping my arm for some reason. When I looked at my arm I… saw why.

I couldn’t believe it.

I stared at my arm in shock, speechless. My arm looked to have been replaced with the technology of the oojack, yet more advanced. Parts of my arm where metal didn’t cover was what looked like muscle tissue. Part of me found it disgusting, seeing my muscle, but the other part of me didn’t really care. Besides, I was still trying to figure out how this could happen. The oojack were nearly incapable with replacing body parts with working technology. But here it is. A part of me.

Did our races come to terms and combine their knowledge?

“I had you fixed up with the help of the facilities leader. He had agreed quickly and replaced any part of your body you lost— including your eye.” I lifted my arm and felt the right side of my face. Indeed the large cash that used to there be was replaced and I could see the way I used to again. “If it weren't for him, you would’ve died.”

“Died…” I repeated. My ears laying back, “I almost died?”

“Whatever that beast did…” he shook his head, “that thing almost tore to to shreds. I…” his voice cracked and he cut himself off and lowered his head. I knew he wasn’t willing to speak about it as I watched him unstrap my legs I looked at them to see that one was also replaced completely just like my arm. “We had to replace your spine as well the beast nearly tore out your whole spinal cord; that’s what almost killed you.”

I looked at him. Twenty-six. “You grew a lot for only five years,” I said. “What happened?”

“Aeregele. He gave me the power to keep you alive and helped me get you here to Aji’deire.” He answered. I held out my hand or him to take and he smiled softly, placing his hand softly in mine. “After I saved you, he let me keep the powers he gifted me with.” He smiles brightly, gripping my hand tighter. “Platinum… I can’t die anymore. He made me immortal.”

I smiled widely and pulled him towards me, making him sit up on the bed I lied in. I held him in my arms tightly, resting my head on his. “I miss you, Selenite,” I said when he lifted himself from my grasp. I brushed my claws through his soft white hair as he smiled and closed the gap between us, pressing his lips on mine. “I love you,” I said, breaking apart, only to meet our lips again, only more passionate. “So much,” I continued.

We broke apart again as he leaned back with a soft smile. How could I have ever forgotten such a sweet soul like him?

“I missed you so much,” Selenite smiled, “I’m so happy you’re back. I-I-I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died.” He raised his head and leaned into my touch as I moved my thumb to wipe away his tears.

“I wouldn’t know what to do either,” I chuckled when he smiled and rested his head on my shoulder.

“I love you too, Plat.”

[ciyashop]

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[moonlightreal]

Alfea Library- Guide to earth Plants

Because our readers live on Earth, we shall have a guide to earth plants!  You may notice that these books get shorter and shorter-- on the website I think they were posted as entries and some “books” had more than others.  Still super-curious who wrote them.  Just a random 4kids employee, or did they hire an actual writer?  Probably we’ll never know.

Guide to Earth Plants: Historical and Magical Uses by Rose Blossomwood and Ellen Greenfern

Some have questioned the value of a volume dedicated to Earth Plants, as there are very few magical creatures left on Earth, and, as far as we know, no fairies left. This does not diminish the value or the magic of the plants left in the Earth Realm. One never knows when they may need to know about a plant from a different realm. The motto of the Solarian Scouts is "always be prepared." This volume will help you to do just that. Plants were given their magical powers with the creation of the universe by the Great Dragon, and they still derive their power from the sun. Earth has an amazing array of plants with over 230,000 species identified, and these plants are the source of almost all life on Earth. Most of these plants have magical and healing properties, which were once well known through the realms, when Earth still had a magic population. It is our purpose to provide a guide to common magical earth plants that will enable you to use them both inside the classroom and out. Every fairy could benefit from knowing a spell or two that use the magic of these humble plants.

Our first example is a plant that you would be able to find almost everywhere on Earth. It is often considered a weed by most Earthlings, and some people will try to remove it from their gardens and lawns. If they only knew the magic inherent in this tenacious little plant they would not be so keen to dispose of it! The Dandelion: Taraxacum officinale The dandelion is easy to spot, as it grows almost anywhere. The sunny little yellow bloom sit on top of a single, hollow stem. When the stem is plucked, a milky, white liquid flows from the broken stem. This is latex, and it protects the plant by sealing off little cuts or nicks that may happen to the stem or leaves. The leaves themselves are flat and broad with serrated or rough looking edges. In the early part of it's growth, the flower is yellow, but as it matures, it's seeds become visible as the white balls of fluff that sit on top of the stems. The leaves of this plant are sometimes eaten, but can be bitter if they are old, and of course, the dandelion is not always welcomed by gardeners, so it is one of the plants that has the most poison sprayed on it. For that reason, it is not recommended that you try the leaves, unless you have grown them yourselves, and know they have not been sprayed. These are powerful magical plants with their sunny, helpful dispositions. They are useful for looking into the future and for wishes. To make a wish with a dandelion; wait until it is mature, and its seeds are ready to blow off. Concentrate your Winx, make your wish, and blow the puffy seeds off of the stem. Your wishes can attach themselves to the floating seeds, and carry your wishes off to be fulfilled. To use a dandelion to look into the future, you must first gather five of the flowers. Then take a clear bowl and fill it ¾ of the way with water. Float the blossoms on the top of the water, and start to concentrate on the surface of the water. You have to let your eyes relax and soften. Clear your head of any other thoughts, and continue to watch the surface. Images will start to appear in the water. Pay attention to them as they hold the clues to the future.

Calendula: Calendula officinalis Another common magical plant is Calendula, which is also often called marigold or pot marigold. It has many bright yellow or orange petals, and leaves with fine hairs on the stems and leaves of the plant. Calendula has been cultivated and kept around homes through the ages because it was recognized early on that this plant was helpful in the healing of wounds (mostly small cuts and scrapes). It grows throughout the world in light and sandy soil. In temperate climates (such as the Pacific Northwest of the United States) this little ray of sunshine can still bloom in the middle of winter. As mentioned, this plant has been known to be a good healer of skin wounds and cuts, and still is used in various creams and lotions for sensitive skin. The blossoms are also edible, and are often sold in summer flower salad mixes (they will be the long, thin yellow petals) to perk up the color. Magically, these little flowers can be used to help heal people and places, as well as being useful for dreaming of the future. It was also noted in an ancient text that a girl who touched hundreds of petals of Calendula with her bare feet could understand the language of birds. A great spell for dreaming the future is to collect the blossoms of the marigold on the waxing or full moon. These blossoms are to be spread under the dreamer’s bed, and just before falling asleep the dreamer should repeat "tiny sunny marigold underneath my bed, help to see the dreams are true that come inside my head." In the morning, the dream is to be written down, and one of the flowers is to be pressed into a piece of paper and tied to the description of the dream. The remaining Calendula is to be swept up and put outside in an eastern part of the garden.

Camellia - Camellia japonica Camellias are commonly grown as garden plants due to their gorgeous flowers and delicate scent. These showy blooms are often some of the first of the season. Camellias are slow growing evergreen shrubs with glossy, rounded leaves in temperate places, like the Pacific Northwest. Blooms can start as early as January and continue until April. These beautiful garden shrubs are a wonderful addition to any magical garden. Though the same genus as tea (Camellia sinisis) the leaves of Camellia japonica are not edible, but their flowers have been highly prized for their use in lotions and creams, because of their light and delicate scent. The leaves and bark of Camellias have also been used as fabric dyes, with shades varying from greenish grey to reddish brown. Camellias are also lovely cut flowers, as the blooms can last for up to 10 days in a vase. In Victorian times, these flowers were often a gift that signified "supreme loveliness" and a person would give a Camellia to the person they felt ruled their heart. Magically, these lovely flowers are ruled by the moon and the element of water. They enhance luxury and riches, and can even be used in spells to help careers. To use Camellias in a spell to invite more wealth and luxury into your life: - Collect the Camellia flowers under a full moon. - Arrange the flowers in a clear vase in the light of the moon (a bottle, bowl or glass may be used, as long as the moonlight can filter through it). - As you arrange the flowers, repeat the following: "Moonlight shimmer and blossoms pale Away from snows and protected from hail I've brought you inside, and now ask this gift Please into my life, let luxury drift."

Peppermint - Mentha piperita Peppermints, along with many of the related mints have been valued by cultures around the world for its magical and healing properties. Peppermint is a small, easy to grow mint. It prefers partial shade and grows well in a variety of soils - liking moist, well drained soil the best. It is also a plant that grows very well in pots, making it a valuable plant for a magical container garden. Peppermint leaves can be used fresh or dried in water to create a soothing tea that helps calm nervousness and upset stomachs. Peppermint oil combined with lavender oil in carrier oil can be rubbed on the temples to ease headaches. If the oil is unavailable, a compress can be made by soaking a washcloth in a strong tea and gently wringing it out. The compress can then be placed on the forehead to relieve discomfort. Magically, the peppermint can be used in a variety of spells. Its magical properties include; purification, wealth, sleep, love, healing, developing psychic powers and travel spells. The flowing transformational travel spell can be used; however, caution must be taken. Any travel spell involving peppermint will result in a journey that can bring change and transformation. If you are not ready for a journey that will bring this into your life - Do Not Use This Spell. Simple travel spell: - Pick some fresh peppermint leaves and in a place where you will not be disturbed - connect to your Winx. - When you feel your Winx very strongly in your body, start to scratch the letters PL into the leaves. PL stands for Pluto, the planet for transformations. - While you do this, imagine yourself traveling and changing in a positive way because of your travels. - When you have finished imagining this in as much detail as possible, place the leaves in a bag that you carry with you, like your schoolbag, purse, or favorite duffel - get ready to travel.

Rose: Rosa spp. Most people are already familiar with the rose, famous for its association with love. There are hundreds of species of roses. Gardeners have bred rose varieties specifically for their many beautiful traits; such as, delightful scent, gorgeous petals and bloom size. There are varieties that are climbers (meaning that they will grow along walls, fences or trellises); there are thorn less roses, wild roses and even miniature roses that love growing in pots. No matter what size a garden is there is a rose that could fit in. Rose petals and rosehips (the small fruit of the rose) are edible and rose petals are a lovely addition to summer salad, not to mention a great source of vitamin C. Rose petals have been used to make jelly, syrup, teas and have even been baked into shortbread for a sweet, delicate summery treat. However, before eating roses, caution must be taken to make sure that the roses have not been in contact with chemical sprays. If rosehips are eaten, don’t forget to remove the inner seeds. The seeds have tiny hairs that can irritate the large intestine. The rose has traditionally been a symbol of love and when it is used for love potions, or in a love bouquet, it is helpful to remove the thorns, which many feel symbolize hurt in a relationship. Roses also have other powers, and can be used in spells and rituals designed to help luck or protection, as well as being useful for spells to develop psychic powers. They are also used to help heal a broken heart. In folklore, roses were used to attract fairies. A simple charm to let fairies know they are welcome in your house can be done with a needle, thread and small pink roses. Choose roses that have not fully bloomed, and cut the stem 2 cm below the base of the flower. Thread the needle, and knot the end of the thread several times. Then push the threaded needle into the center of the flower and right through the small piece of stem. Imagine that the roses are beads. Put as many roses on the string as you wish. When you have finished, hang the string near a doorway where the fairies are welcome. As you put it up say: “Fairies and friends Come through this doorway If true friend you are, You are welcome to stay”

Lavender: Lavendula officinale Lavender has been grown in kitchen gardens for hundreds of years for its beautiful scent and healing and relaxing properties. Lavender flowers are a pale bluish-purple color, and a single stem has many of the tiny fragrant flowers on it. The leaves are oblong and vary in color from a dark green to a grayish green color. It is often planted along walkways or around entrances to homes to provide a gentle, welcoming floral greeting to all that enter the home. Lavender flowers are edible and make a lovely tea. However, as always, be sure the lavender has not come in contact with chemicals if you are using it. Drinking lavender tea, or rubbing the lavender flowers or essential oil on your skin is a lovely way to soothe frayed nerves and encourage peace and restfulness. When lavender essential oil is mixed with peppermint in carrier oil and is rubbed on the temples, it helps relieve tension headaches. Lavender’s powers include helping one to relax, helping one to live a long life, attracting romance, peace and joy. It is also used for healing spells, making wishes come true, and happiness. To send a little lavender magic to a friend who could use a little peace and happiness, write a note and send it on lavender scented paper. To do this, take a few lavender flowers and rub them gently in your hands to start to release the scent, and then rub the lavender flowers gently onto the piece of paper that you wrote the note on. The paper should pick up the scent quickly. Write down your wishes for your friend’s happiness and then send it. Your friend will be delighted.

Aloe Vera

Think of a fleshy, spiky, space plant and you might have a picture of Aloe Vera in your mind. Known to provide healing powers to burns and skin irritations, Aloe Vera can also be used to help a fairy reconnect with her Winx. Aloe Vera plants are succulents that grow in well-drained, dry soil. Being a succulent plant, Aloe Vera plants have large fleshy leaves that store large amounts of water. They do this because they are often in environments that are scarce of water. Aloe Vera plants are native to Africa and areas around Africa including Madagascar, the Arabian Peninsula, and smaller islands surrounding the continent. Aloe Vera grows straight out of the ground into a fleshy rosette of sharply pointed leaves with spines down the sides. Besides their native habitats, Aloe Vera plants have also found themselves in many Earth homes as quick relief to minor burns and slight scrapes. On modern Earth, Aloe Vera is widely used as both an ornamental plant and a household first aid tool. When the thick fleshy leaves of an Aloe Vera plant are broken off, a yellowish gel is secreted. This gel has been found to have many incredible healing powers. The gel is commonly used to relieve pain and irritation from skin maladies, and is common relief for minor burns including sunburns. The gel’s benefit is its ability to soothe the skin and reduce inflammation from minor burns, cuts, and scrapes. While Aloe Vera does have incredible healing powers, it should never be used as a substitute for traditional medicine, but instead as a complementary aid for the near magical properties it possesses. With Aloe Vera’s super healing powers now known across the realms, many manufacturers are using it in products such as cosmetics, lotions, soaps, and sunscreens. The added Aloe creates soothing lotions, lovely soaps, and healing sunscreens. Beyond Earth’s mastery of Aloe’s healing powers, in modern realms, Aloe Vera is known as a tool that can help a fairy regain her connection to her Winx. Just like the application of Aloe Vera to a minor burn eases pain and can quicken the healing time, the application of Aloe Vera to a fairy can help her connect, reconnect, and repair a broken connection to her Winx. The procedure to this is as follows: Using one finger, collect a slight dab of Aloe Vera. This could be directly from an Aloe Vera plant, from a hand lotion containing the plant, or a soap. Be certain not to get too much on our finger. Once you have a tiny bit, carefully rub it onto the back of one of our hands. If you are right handed, rub it into your right hand. If you’re left handed, place it on the back of your left hand. In ever-growing circles, move the Aloe Vera gel or lotion out to the edges of your hand letting it soak in. This is why only a small amount should be used. While you’re doing this, think carefully of your Winx and focus your energy on it. The Aloe Vera will help to heal the connection to your Winx! This can even be done on a monthly basis as needed, and it is an excellent use of this magical Earth plant.

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic

I was talking to an online friend on Twitter not too long ago, and the subject of bad fanfiction came up. My friend had been reading “My Immortal” and losing his shit over it. I asked if he’d read “Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen” and it turned out he had not. He’d never even heard of it.

Indeed, while this story is one of the best-known badfics out there, it’s still considerably less popular than “My Immortal” is, and I think that’s a damn shame. This may be my personal favorite work of bad fanfiction; it’s a fantastic example of the “so bad it’s good” genre. Author BeckyMac666 writes like no other English-language writer has ever written, and this is both a good and a bad thing. She’s almost certainly a troll, given the blatant use of established badfic tropes and several parallels with “My Immortal,” but when you’re this good at being terrible it really doesn’t matter how serious you are about it.

For the record, there are folks who believe that this fic and “My Immortal” share an author, due to the aforementioned parallels. I personally don’t think that’s true, since the prose is very different, but if it amuses you to imagine that they’re written by the same person, be my guest.

Like virtually all Twilight badfic, this story is about a mysterious new girl arriving in Forks and shaking up Bella and Edward’s relationship by creating a love triangle. As usual, Bella is made out to be completely awful in the process, Jacob is largely forgotten about, and the protagonist may not be entirely human herself. This is far weirder, and more entertaining, than your average shitty Twilight fanfiction, though. Mark my words.

I first MSTed this fanfiction back on the old WordPress version of this blog, but, as that was a long time ago and I like to think I’m funnier nowadays, I rewrote most of my comments. It’s not wildly different, but hopefully it is an improvement over the old version.

AN hey guys this is the new improved verson of my story, hope its better this time!

I have no idea what the unedited version of this thing looked like, but I honestly can’t imagine it being any more ridiculous than the final story.

btw i am young and have dyslexia i find spellin hard but its meant2 be unformal ok !

Use spellcheck, you fool! Or get a proofreader!

no critisism pls!

Oops.

tis story goes out 2 my bf zac(kisses!) amd my besfreind Tiffi LOVE YA GRRRL!

The Tara parallel here is probably intentional. Zac never gets mentioned again, much like Tara’s boyfriend, but Tiffi isn’t Becky’s beta reader and they don’t have a spat partway through or anything of that sort.

EDWARD IS OUR GODD!(we wanna SEX him gud!)

Honestly, I think this is how all fanfiction should open. Just tell me straight-up what character you wanna bang before the story’s even started. Save us all some time.

love &blood becky mac! xxx x x xx

Aww. That’s kinda cute.

UPDATE: I have a proofreader and I have cleaned up the spelling and grammer on this chaptor a hell of a lot as you will see (thank u vickie!)

Yeah, Vickie, thank you. Looks like you’re doing a great job and you’ve got everything under control here.

i will be imrpoving the next chaptors soon.

Since this fic got “abandoned,” subsequent chapters have not actually been improved. Not that one can tell, anyway.

Altantiana

Yes, that is a typo of her OC’s name. Off to a great start.

Hey, my names Atlantiana Rebekah Loren (but everyone calls me Tiana or just plain Tiaa).

Virtually no one calls her Tiana during the course of the story. Just so you know. “Tiaa” isn’t a typo, either, though I have no idea why the author felt the need to add an extra A.

Notice the middle name? Subtle.

I am a 16 year old girl and I live in Forks, Washington!

This actually makes her a year younger than Bella, for the record.

My hair is long and pale like spun gold and skims to my waist like a pale shimmering amber mist.

It’s pale and it’s pale? Also, gold and amber are not the same color.

My eyes are deep forgetminot blue and my delicate fentures are lilly white and pure as the winter snow in moonlight.

I’ve been complimented on my fentures before too, but it’s nothing worth bragging about.

I've been told by loads of sleazy, ugly, HORNY guys that I'm real pretty and look like a model or a bunny girl (some of the guys who like me are really old and try to make opt with me its disgusting and weird!) but basically a lot of the girls I meet tell a different story.

Well, gee, after that modest description of yourself I’m shocked that boys think you’re attractive, Tiaa. You sounded so plain and ordinary.

Am guessing that the girls who don’t tell a different story are gay.

They say I'm too ivory white and ethereal and too skinny and that I look anorexic which i don't care about, but I think its seriously disrespectful to people with REAL eating disorders (btw i'm so totally not anorexic! I eat loads I just never gain weight and I'm not thin enough to be anorexic anyways, I think they were just being BIATCHES especially this one ratty brain called Ellie Mayfair who I hope freaking DIES in PAIN with SHIT ON HER FACE! Sorry, I'm not really such a batch but she is SO horrible if you met her you'd think the same!)

I hate when girls pick on me for being too ethereal.

Even though we’re using the “attractive character looks anorexic but isn’t” trope, and that’s obviously not so great, I guess it’s nice that Tiaa/Becky took the time to point out that the comparison is disrespectful to people who actually have anorexia or another eating disorder.

The bit about Ellie Mayfair is one of the best things I’ve ever read. I hope you guys all understand why I had to run this fic now.

Anyways I am quite tall and slim and but with really big boobs that I used to HATE because they look noticeable on my slender body and draw to much attention but now i like them and don't care who stares at me!

Ah, the “skinny yet improbably busty” body type. Strangely more common in fiction than in real life.

Tiaa totally does care who stares at her, by the way. As we’ll see shortly.

I have a lip ring and recently put black and indigo and magenta streaks in my long pale blond hair. I smell like mint and cinnamon.

I have no idea why we’re supposed to care about any of this, but I’m particularly unclear about why we should care what she smells like.

I wear mostly black and hot pink, deep purple and neon blue and listen to COOL music!

Tiaa’s specific music taste never comes up, to my recollection, but I’m betting My Chemical Romance is involved.

It is my first day at school in forks as I just moved here to live with new foster parents Dave and Marie. They are nice and all very hole some sweet people but it is not like having a real family.

Yeah, Tiaa is adopted. This is sort of plot-important later on, but we never get to learn much about her life prior to Dave and Marie.

I've been hurt to many times to let people close to me and I don't talk to them very much.

I mean… you just moved in with them.

My real mom died when I was born and I never knew my real dad. I sometimes wonder what he is like and if I will ever get to met him.

Foreshadowing!

Dave gave me a ride to school and I smiled faintly as he wished me good luck and I got out of the car and went into the school. Loads of people freaking stared at me as I walked down the hall.

Presumably because she’s too ethereal.

I was wearing tight black leather pants with silver chains at the waste and a red fishnet-like top and you could see my black lacy bra through it.

That could have something to do with why they’re staring.

I ignored whispers and the big pink cheerleader imbosils pointing at me. I was used to it and I paid no at-tension to the guys asking desperately for my number(like hell I'd even LOOK at the horny little donkeys!) and told a ditsy blond cheerleader called Jessica to STFU(!) when she called me a freak!

God I love this author’s writing style. Truly, no one has ever written like this, before or since. BeckyMac666 is one of the unsung geniuses of our time.

Next time she tries anything I'll hit her in the eye cause NO ONE messes with me nemore!

Most of the rest of the story is about various people messing with Tiaa. For the record.

My first day I was relay board, I sat gazing out of the window into the gray cloud-embittered sky for most of the morning, My teachers all looked at me disprovable but said nothing cause they probably new I was a foster kid and a Gothic and didn't want to upset me in case I cut them up as they slept,.

I’m a pretty big fan of the phrase “cloud-embittered,” although it is of course completely meaningless.

Hey, uh… why the hell hasn’t she gotten dress coded? I went to a private school and I guess our dress code was a bit stricter than most, but most high schools will get upset at teenage girls for not covering their knees and shoulders, let alone having any undergarments visible. Tiaa’s entire bra is showing through her fishnet top. This is a situation in which I think it’d be reasonable to ask her to change.

My ears are pierced four times, I have a tattoo of a scorpion(like S my birth-sign!) on my ankle and a Gothic cross on my shoulder, and on my hand i have a weird birthmark in the shape of a seven-pointed star that I've had all my life.

I don’t know why we’ve gone right back to (over)describing Tiaa, but I do think I should delete my entire OkCupid bio and replace it with this opening chapter.

Your probably wandering why I'm bothering to tell you this, well I tell you now I am no ordinary sixteen year old girl.

Could’ve fooled me!

I have a secret, a dark and forbidden secret witch I am only just beginning to understand. When I sleep I hear whispers in another language and even though I understand them at the time, when I wake up i can't remember it!

That’s nothing. I had a dream once where I explained the meaning of Nirvana lyrics to somebody (obviously not possible in real life), and I couldn’t remember my explanation when I woke up either.

I also see weird faces in my dreams that fade to nothingness when I open my eyes and I swear out the corner of my eye my birthmark glows shocking bright gold and gets relay hot sometimes but when I look properly it is back to normal boarding scar-color!

I’d like to remind you that this is set in the Twilight universe. It’s already got magical creatures, and there are rules established about their abilities, appearances, and behavior. Tiaa is clearly not quite human, but she doesn’t seem to be a vampire, a half-vampire, or a werewolf. She’s completely unique within her universe, for no defined reason, and the rules governing other nonhumans don’t apply to her.

Like, the physical description and the obvious homage to “My Immortal” already made it clear that this girl is a Mary Sue, but this author clearly gets that Sue status isn’t just about looking unreasonably pretty. It’s about defying the rules of canon. Tiaa’s outstanding at that, as you’ll see later on.

I am really gracefull like the running anti-lopes when I run very fast and am stronger and faster than most people.

God, what a sentence.

I used to just think i was relay athletic but now I'm not so sure, I think there might be something else at work, something so much more mysterious and eeire.

Something like… bad writing?

The truth hovers so softly on the brink of my memory sometimes but if only i could remember the weird things that clung to the edge of my mind as I slept!

There are so many bad fanfics where the prose is bare-bones, with few or no adjectives/adverbs and simple sentence structure. BeckyMac666 tends in the opposite direction, and it’s awesome. Everything is phrased as though it’s super dramatic, nonsense metaphors abound, and our author has clearly never met an adjective she didn’t like. Hey @ aspiring trollfic authors: take note. This is how you write an entertaining badfic.

At lunch I sat alone in the corner and scanned the cafeteria quietly with my eyes smoldering dark blue beheath my long black lashes and my slim thighs curled under me.

Also a big fan of how Tiaa always talks about herself as though she’s checking herself out.

It was the n I noticed an unbelievably jaw-droopingly hawt HAWT HAAAAAAAAWT dude with tusseted blondey-brown hair, golden yellow eyes like wells of hot caramel and pale sexy features. He was tall and mussel and looked like he was wearing eyeliner and my body got hot and cold all at once as I looked at him.

Kind of like an erection only she’s a girl so she didn’t get one you sicko.

I'd never felt this way about anyone before and I'd totally never felt this weird feeling that I'd met someone before but I had no idea where and i knew it was impassible because I'd freaking remember someone THAT hawt!

Foreshadowing! Again!

A girl sat next to him with long brown hair with her arms dripped over him like a freaking flesh-eating plant so i thought well whatevah, hes taken.

Straight-up one of the greatest similes I’ve ever seen. Like, I study English literature and I don’t think I’ve ever read a metaphor better than that one. I’m not joking, it’s brilliant.

She wasn't nearly as hawt as he was, she wasn't ugly though. I figured I was maybe prettier then her. I never really saw myself as beautiful but i'd guessed from thinks others had said, plus this girl wasn't great looking but anyways I'd never try to pilch with another girls' BF cause thats just low.

The modesty act might be a little more convincing if we hadn’t just read several paragraphs of Tiaa talking about how hot she is.

So I got up to leave the hall thinking I'd go and smoke some bald drugs in the locker room while no one was there.

Hey, what’s a “bald drug”? I go to a liberal arts college and I’ve watched the entirety of Breaking Bad multiple times, so you think I’d have heard of it.

As I waked over to he exit I couldn't help but notice the hawt pale guys musky eyes as they met mine.

Musk is a substance some male animals secrete for scent-marking purposes. The word comes from the Sanskrit for “scrotum.” Thought you all should know.

I locked away hurriedly. I smocked dope in the locker room for a bit then I wondered to my next class.

This bitch just hotboxed a locker room on her first day of school. 

I bumped into someone in the corridor and my bocks fell everywhere! FRICK! FRICK! FRIIIICKK!

Remember that this is the beta-read version of the chapter.

"WTF!" I screamed loudly, "watch where your FREAKING going you asshole!" (i have anger problems)

So you know how self-insert characters, particularly Sues, often have self-proclaimed “anger issues”? I wanna talk about that, actually, because it’s a trope I see not only in fanfiction but in published fiction, and it honestly bugs me.

In real life, anger issues are a totally legitimate character flaw, and one that can have serious negative consequences in-universe. A character with a bad temper may make rash decisions, screw up their relationships with others, have trouble holding down a job, get in trouble with the law, and so on; people who have anger problems are often mentally ill and/or traumatized, too, and the anger may be just the tip of the iceberg. Many morally ambiguous characters, well-written ones, have trouble with anger. There’s nothing wrong with this trope when it’s executed correctly.

In the hands of a less-than-competent writer, however, anger issues are the opposite of a problem, because the character’s show of anger will invariably cause others to back down or apologize and there will be no negative consequences. Writing a character who’s so sweet and charming that they always get their way has exactly the same effect, but as that trope falls out of style “anger issues” has taken its place and the authors who write these characters have no idea that they’re doing the same thing as the trope they thought they were avoiding.

Of course, this is the work of a troll, and the use of this trope is almost certainly intentional, but there are way too many authors who employ it unironically as a way to give a “flaw” to a character that even they realize is bordering on unrealistic.

"I'm so so sorry" he said in a voice like wet heaven "please forgive me my lady”

Author’s so fond of weird phrases that I have no idea whether or not “wet heaven” is intended as innuendo.

It was the hawt pale guy!

Dun dun dunnnn!

Next chapter

[lunagalemaster]

Dannymay Day 2: Ice

(I’m late and this was overboard. Is this going to be a theme?)

Setting: Master of Space AU once more, sort of. Astral is narrating. No specific time period. 

Special thanks to @skyereminiscing​ and @ninjagorocksdealwithit​ for letting me use their Ice Sprite and Ice Prince Dannys! 

With that, let’s begin!

There was a huge difference between Cores and cores.

In short, Cores referred to the Dannys. The infinite, unfortunately incredibly important Dannys. Each universe created a Core once in its way too long lifespan (with a minor glitch here and there creating either an odd knock off or amusingly, an actor playing Danny). It was a ridiculous cycle. A Core was born, they lived, and if everything went well, they died after a long eventful life.

Astral noted that things only went well half the time.

The other half either were Cores with boring lives, those who died early, or those who never died at all.

Cores were important for sustaining a universe. No matter what they did, as long as they did something, their deaths would, at the very least, extend the longevity of the universe by a great number of Earth years Astral never bothered figuring out.

(Clockwork probably told him a few times, but considering it sometimes felt like he blinked and missed an entire millennia, the actual number of years were lost to him).

Whatever the actual number of years, it didn’t particularly matter. A Danny lived, they died, and their energy helped to make a universe live longer. Since Clockwork’s and Astral’s goal was to make universes live as long as possible, it was usually in their best interest to make sure that a Core was born.

Not that they could do much to keep the Core alive once he was born, but that was another story for another day, and by another day, Astral meant never.

On the other hand, cores were (with a few exceptions here and there), the lifeline of a ghost. Like Cores helped power universes, ghost cores were the literal center of being for every ghost, holding their power, personality, and essentially their very existence.

Unless you were a halfa, of course, then it had half of your existence...sometimes. Other times cores were in the halfas literal heart, and that really made a mess in some of the universes where a ghost managed to dispose of a Core by destroying their core.

The weirdest thing about cores, in Astral’s opinion, were their elemental effects. For some reason, some cores had elements. Not all of them but some of them. Astral could never figure out why (well, there was always an in-universe reason, but they varied and were way too complicated for his tastes). Of all the abilities ghosts could have, those related to their elemental cores always felt different than other powers. They didn’t relate to a ghost’s past, nor did it particularly relate to ghosts in general. Elemental cores were just another power….for no reason except to have an additional power.

Don’t even get him started on those with “musical” and “adaptive” cores. He tried to wrap his mind around these variations, and he  just came to the conclusion that they sounded cool and so the multiverse made it happen.

The Rule of Cool was a legitimate law, one that Astral himself indulged in quite often.

Generally, Cores tended to have ice cores….for some reason. Again, sometimes the sudden cryokinesis explained and other times, they just generally appear whenever the timeline demanded it. Astral tried to rational it all out, but by the time he found out that at least a fourth of the Common universes didn’t have cores, let alone ice cores, Astral realized that was a stupid thing to try to understand.

This, by itself, wouldn’t be too much of a big deal. Like ghost powers themselves, not every single universe had to have the same abilities. Fuck, the multiverse threw logic out the window as much as Astral did, which made sense when he thought about it. No, the reason why he was hung up on the stupid ice thing had nothing to do with lack of consistency or the consistent lack of consistency.

It was because for some damn reason, universes just loved to center ice as a Core’s main theme, even in Common universes.

If the ice theme was similar to the stars, Astral might have understood. Nearly every universe, with the exceptions of a handful had Core that either loved space or centered space around their universe. Space was loved by all of them in one form or another, and while the stars were simply a backdrop to him now, Astral distinctly remembered his pre-Master days and even his early days just staring out into the great infinity in wonder.

Ice on the other hand? Nothing. There was no reason. It was a theme and nothing less. The Cores didn’t have any attachment to ice, no memories, fuck, they usually hated the winter holiday. (Was this entire thing some great irony in the multiverse?) The only connection to ice they had was to their inconsistent occurrences in their ice core.

Clockwork said it was because the original universe had a Danny with an ice core. Astral preferred to think that the Rule of Cool had evolved into the Rule of Cold.

Whatever the case, it didn’t matter. Ice was a Core’s theme, and as a result, there were several universes dedicated to centralizing it to the point of extremity.

OoOoOoOoO  

Phantom, king of ghosts, leaned leisurely on the armrest of his throne, face impassive, as he eyed the babbling ghost before him. Bright blue eyes, bored at this endless routine strayed to the walls of his palace. The walls, changed to match the reign of the new king, packed to the brim with solid snow to the point only the most powerful of fire cores could even hope to melt it. Icicles clung to the ceiling dangerous, the pointed ends like spikes ready to close down on the rest of the room. The floor was slick and shining. If he wanted, Phantom could see his reflection.

“M-m-m-my K-king?” A voice whispered.

Phantom’s eyes snapped to the ghost, who jumped away in fright. The poor thing was shivering, from fear or the temperature, the king could not say.

Phantom smiled softly, “Please continue. I was just distracted. Not harm done.”

The ghost hesitated a moment, before nodding and continuing on.

The smile dropped from the king’s face, and it was all he could do not to let out another sigh. He wrapped his cape closer to his body, the snowflake design glittering nicely with the rest of the room. If he could, Phantom would be anywhere else, trying to proactively find a way to improve his kingdom.

But no, he was here, listening to some councilman explain boring economic efforts that he’d just hand off to someone who knew what they were doing. It was a boring thing, but a necessary one. He just wished that it wasn’t.

Phantom huffed out a breath and watched it float through the air. Crystallizing, making patterns, before breaking away.

Sometimes being  the Ghost King had a powerless quality to it.

OoOoOoOoO

Astral understood on some level.

On others he didn’t.

It was as much of a symbol as it was a mark of power.

However, for some, it was something new, but just a part of their lives just the same.

OoOoOoOoO

Danny frowned as the little wings fluttered behind him.

They felt...odd on his body, but at the same time, perfectly normal. Like an extra limb that had been asleep for who knew long, it at first was awkward almost painful, but now?

He turned his head to look at them, their fluttering stopping at the moment. Snowflakes trailed up and down the dragonfly esque design of the appendages. The base of the wings were a light blue, almost white, and probably would be if it weren't for the lighting. Even when they weren’t moving they seemed to be shimmering, twitching, ready to take off for a long flight.

Or maybe it was just him.

He shook his head and hopped off his bed. He headed towards his mirror to get a better look at himself again. The combination of morbid fascination mixed with a strange inner peace had him skitting his now, much brighter eyes toward any reflective surface he could find. Even if he jumped at the alien in the mirror (well, sprite), he couldn’t help but think that he looked...right for once.

Fueled by a desire to see his reflection, he felt himself floating off the floor in little hops, wings buzzing excitedly behind him. He couldn’t exactly understand flying just yet, but some deep instincts had him using his wings with whatever limited uses he could find.

He must have miscalculated his jumps because he found himself stumbling nearly on top of his vanity. Grumbling to himself, he gripped the edge and lowered his feet back on the ground.

Then he caught his reflection.

He looked like a Smurf. At least, that was always his first thought. Although, his skin wasn’t that deep of a blue, the shade of blue always closer to a light sky rather than deep blue of the little creatures, the deeper blue of his eyes and the dark blue spots of his freckles made it difficult not to make the comparison.

As he absently poked at his freckles,  his eyes trailed over the rest of his face. More pointed features of his jaw with pointed ears to match. Yet his hair poofed more than usual. Maybe it was to give the effect of powdered snow, but after his transformation, his black hair turned snowy white and seemed to shine softly off his head.

Danny didn’t even realize he was leaning forward until he pressed his hands on the glass. Startled, he looked behind him only to find his wings fluttering up a storm and his body floating gently off the ground. Slightly panicking, he leaned forward towards the glass, and he found his breath creating trails of frost, the ice crawling intricate patterns on the mirror in a way he’d only seen in movies.

Despite his predicament, Danny couldn’t help but smile.

OoOoOoOoO

For others, ice was their very of life. Their identity was tied to the snow and freezing cold just as important to them, as the very air they breathed. It was their story, their beginning, their end. Astral couldn’t disconnect them if he tried.

Yet despite it all, there was a certain innocence when it came to ice, snow more specifically. It should have been mundane, yet as the Cores explored the vast snowy plains, their eyes glittered as they eyed the land

There was an innocence and beauty in watching these Cores love the world around them that Astral appreciated even if he didn’t particularly understand.

OoOoOoOoO

Phantom snuggled under the snow, keeping his breaths low. It was dark and more than a little cold, but that was alright. He knew what he was doing. Paja taught him how to keep warm when he was lost in the snow.

He wasn’t lost now. He didn’t even need to fly very far to go to the village, let alone see it. Yet, quietly, as he could, Phantom camouflaged himself under the light cover of snow. He was sort of cold, and he was pretty sure he had snow in some weird places, but unlike the time he jumped into a giant piles of it only to have his Paja needing to take icicles out of his frozen hair, this time it was different.

He waited, anticipation building, his core buzzing with excitement. He tried his best not to shift too much. To keep quiet. Hidden. Not visible even by the greatest of-

“Found you, Little One!” Suddenly, Phantom found himself being lifted in air by two strong, familiar paws. He screamed in surprise, before the sound turned into a wave of laughter and giggles, as he hugged the Far Frozen who surprised him.

“Paja! You found me!” Phantom exclaimed. He floated up to rest on Frostbite’s shoulders, legs dangling between his head, as his hands held on tightly to his horns. “How did you know I was there?”

“I am a master tracker!” Frostbite said with a chuckle. He started making his way back to the village.

“But how?”

Frostbite sounded amused, as he replied, “It’s not too difficult to find a wiggling pile of snow.”

“Ohhh,” Phantom muttered, pouting a bit, “I thought that I was still enough.”

A giant paw came up and ruffled his hair, causing Phantom to giggle under his breath. The Ice Prince could hear the pride in his Paja’s voice when he continued, “It was a nice start. If you had been farther out, I might not have had that easy a time finding you. But alas, your wiggling and the circumstances made it quite a bit easier on me than you. You’ll learn,” he said, after Phantom gave a little sigh, “But you also need practice, but for now, time to get you warmed up.”

“Wait!” Phantom called out, floating quickly off Frostbite.

He arched an eyebrow, “Oh, what is it, Young One?”

“I just…” He turned away from the village and looked back to the endless snow, “...Can we stay longer? Just the two of us?”

There was a small silence from his Paja, and it made Phantom’s heart hurt. Out here in the snow with no one else around, he was free. No duty, no other Far Frozen, just the Ice Prince and his kingdom, sharing the land with the creature he cared more than anyone else in the Zone.

He looked back at his Paja, eyes wide and pleading, but to Phantom’s despair, he had already closed his eyes, shaking his head no. “I’m sorry. But we must make our way back home. Now come along. I don’t want you to freeze yourself.”

‘You’re my home,’ Phantom thought. And so was Maja and the snowy beyond, but he couldn’t say this, he knew. He didn’t want his Paja to feel guilty for anything. His home was here, and he was happy with his life!

However, as he longed for the vast expanse of the unknown, he couldn’t help but think he could be happier too.

OoOoOoOoO

It was ridiculous. There was no one connection that ice had to the Cores. Yes, there was overlapping ones (how couldn’t there be), but over the many Cores and many universes, they attached themselves to their ice abilities in ways that baffled him. Some for beauty, some for practicality, some simply using them because they were there, and why not? It’s another power, isn’t it?

Astral knew he shouldn’t be harped on the idea of an ice theme or narratives being carried just by this theme of ice, but he has seen the same story so many times and yet the stories of ice could either be completely boring or jaw droppingly emotional.

It didn’t make sense.

But nothing made any sense really, and the multiverse enjoyed beating his sense of reality into little tiny pieces anyway, so why not just go with the flow and enjoy?

Astral supposed the ice thing was just one little problem out of many that represented his struggles as a whole.

If the Cores were enjoying their ice abilities, who was he to judge them?

OoOoOoOoO

It was midnight in the middle of December in what could have been the coldest nights of the year. Danny had zero sleep in the last two days, he failed his world geography test, and he was only one parental late night check-in away from getting grounded for all eternity.

Even so, he found himself floating down towards the lake at the edge of town, the decently sized body of water frozen over for the winter. Despite himself, Danny couldn’t help but smile, clutching the bag in his hand even tighter in his excitement.

Flying was amazing stress reliever, sure, but his favorite pastime was getting riskier by the day. With Valerie and his parents both after his hide, one moment he could be enjoying the rush of air as he rushed toward the ground and the next, he could be plummeting for entirely different reasons.

So, no, with the chaos of his life and his already high stress levels, he did not want to risk being shot at, thank you very much.

Danny gently landed, boots barely making a sound, as the ice gained his light weight. While he was sure it would hold him, just in case, he crouched down, and after shifting the bag, pressed his free hand on the ice. His eyes glowed blue, and there was a woosh of cold air that rose up and unsettled the sparing trees around him.

He got up and pressed his foot down, moving his foot side to side. Danny stepped his foot once or twice, and when he was done, he smiled in satisfaction, giving the ice a little nod. After doing his tests, he floated over to the edge of the lake, made himself an ice bench. He settled himself and his bag down with a plop, transforming back into Fenton.

From here, covered from head to toe with thick winter clothes, Danny opened the bag, revealing a pair of figure skates.

It started out as a way to practice his new ice powers. Some nights, he’d go out, freeze the lake a bit, and try to make some snowmen or something. It wasn’t too big of a deal, and while using his ice powers wasn’t as practical on non-moving objects, as other ghosts, the powers were new enough that anything was helpful.

Although, if Danny were to ever come clean and tell his friends, he will remember never to mention the number of squirrels he pissed off while looking for target practice, or so help him, Sam would fully kill him right then and there.

The reason he started skating was a bit embarrassing. One night he freezed the lake and started sliding around like a clumsy baby penguin. Fenton stubbornness kicked in, and he wouldn’t leave the lake until he could slide around on the ice without slipping. He got the brilliant idea to put skates on the bottom of his boots.

It worked out well for about three seconds before he fell flat on his face.

Normal people would have given up there. However, a combination of dread of coming home and the before mentioned Fenton genes had him huffing, getting back up again, and trying to skate once more. When he got back home, the first thing he did was look up how to make actual skates and, of course, how not to flat out on his face.

He eventually bought a pair of skates when he figured out putting blades on the bottom of his boots was not very effective.

Danny didn’t exactly know what it was supposed to be to him. He never saw himself as a skater. Even if the thought did ever cross his mind, he would have shoved it down, tear it up, and make sure it never did again, in fear of Dash finding out and bashing him in the face.

Good thing Danny stopped caring what Dash thought a long time ago.

If Tucker and Sam ever found out what he did some nights, he’d never hear the end of it. They wouldn’t get it, not exactly, and while they wouldn’t make fun of him (for long), he knew they wouldn’t see this like he did.

It was like flying, except a bit more accessible. Whenever he moved on the ice, the wind flowing, body bending, and twisting, he couldn’t help but feel like he was in a whole other world.

Danny finished tying up his skates. Carefully, he made his way towards the ice,  smile wide on his face, as he started the now familiar motion of skating. He started slow, making sure he knew the motions. The wind picked up, as he went along, as he sashayed back and forth, marking his trail with the cut of his blades.

As time went on, he went faster, nothing too much, but he felt the air pick up around him, the cold holding him like a hug, and he closed his eyes so he could just feel the world turn into nothing but wind, ice, and freedom.

Hours later, Danny sat on the little ice bench once more. He was exhausted, face flushed pink, breath short, and sore from head to toe. He should have stayed home, slept, get some homework done.

Yet, as he stayed at the frozen lake and put away his skates, Danny couldn’t help but feel the happiest he’d been in a long time.

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There may be a big difference between Cores and their cores, but considering their passion, not only with ice, but with the usual hope they had to continue on beyond what should be possible, Astral appreciated them nonetheless.

Ice was a staple of the multiverse. It wasn’t going away.

So why not just sit back, watch the show, and enjoy the winter wonderlands?

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The Rake reflects upon just what makes the iconic Parisian tailoring house such an extraordinary bespoke institution.

  by WEI KOH

The best-dressed man I ever met wore a Cifonelli suit. I was in the elevator at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée when in walked a silver-haired gentleman in the most miraculous, dove-grey flannel double-breasted suit I have ever seen. It shimmered — no, positively radiated — with perfection. I noticed that sewn subtly beside his buttonhole was the red thread that symbolized his membership in France’s Légion d’Honneur. But even then, I couldn’t help but ask who his tailor was. He looked at me and said one word: “Cifonelli.”

This is the story I think back on, as several years later, I watch my own jacket take shape under the watchful eye of Massimo Cifonelli. Massimo is soft-spoken, studious and focused — in the way he moves, in the way he acts and in the way he speaks. When you know him, you realize that this is an extension of the rigid pursuit of precision and perfection that has occupied his life. He and his cousin Lorenzo, who is a brilliant tailor and also one of the best designers working in classic men’s elegance today, run the three-generations-old Cifonelli atelier on Rue Marbeuf.

Massimo’s parents live across the street, and his father is still one of the first people in the shop every day. I’ve come to realize that Massimo is one of the tailoring’s greatest technical geniuses. As I observe him deconstructing the back neck and collar of my jacket, he explains to me the fundamental technical findings of his grandfather Arturo Cifonelli, the firm’s founder, when it came to reconciling comfort and shape — or, to be more pedantic, function and form — in the tailored jacket.

“How do you keep a jacket slim and close-fitting, but still allow for total freedom of movement?”

“Our grandfather did a tremendous amount of research on this,” he says. “How do you keep a jacket slim and close-fitting, but still allow for total freedom of movement? What he arrived at were several principles. The first is that he liked the chest of his jackets to be very clean.” Indeed, the Cifonelli chest is probably the leanest in bespoke tailoring — so much so that, at first, you wonder how you will fit your mobile phone and wallet into the chest pockets and still be able to move. But fear not — you will.

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“The second is that the back of the coat is wider by several centimeters than the front,” he continues. This added material has to be manually eased into the handsewn shoulder seam and then ironed so that it is flush with the coat front. “The third is that our armhole is very high and sits close to the body.” Not only is the Cifonelli armhole the highest in the business, but, to be more specific, the front part of the armhole is cut very close to the chest to completely isolate the deltoid in the sleevehead. As a result, the sleevehead of the Cifonelli jacket actually appears to be pitched or angled slightly inward towards the chest — a demonstration of this house’s unique ability to sculpt in three dimensions, when most tailors operate in two. “Fourth, we create a soft, natural shoulder with very little padding, and shape the sleevehead using a form we call ‘Le Cigarette’.” It was the combination of the slightly pitched sleeve with Le Cigarette that motivated fashion Svengali Karl Lagerfeld to announce, “I could recognize a Cifonelli shoulder from a distance of a hundred meters.”

But it is totally incorrect to equate Le Cigarette with the British roped sleevehead. The former uses layers of hand-wadding, combined with stretching and shaping to create a sensual yet heroic dome-shaped cupola without any underlying structure. In contrast, the roped sleevehead actually uses a length of rope that is placed over the shoulder from front to back to create a ridged shape. However, this rope ends up occupying space that should ideally be kept empty for the shoulder to move freely. It also tends to add undesirable rigidity. As such, the roped sleevehead is an aesthetic conceit, while the Cifonelli Cigarette is, as with all their innovations, both functional and beautiful. Why? Because this unique shape allows the added material at the sleevehead to become part of the jacket’s structural form, rather than hanging limply or in pleats, as seen in British drape or Neapolitan tailoring, respectively. It creates volume in the sleevehead for better freedom of movement but brilliantly hides that volume in what appears to be an aesthetic decision.

The final, and perhaps most important, the principle of a Cifonelli jacket is hidden. As he describes it, Massimo allows himself a smile: “What people often don’t realize is that all of these elements — the chest, the front of the coat, the back, the shoulder — are anchored by the collar and back neck of the jacket.”

The idea of commissioning your first Cifonelli jacket is, in some ways, an intimidating one. In most tailors, you are shown a few examples of their house style, or perhaps you’ve already admired it on an acquaintance and your choice relates primarily to the style and fabric of the garment. Walk into Cifonelli, and Lorenzo will show you an endless array of some of the most exquisite clothes on earth, each created with the house’s signature magical union between shape and comfort, but in seemingly endless varieties. Lorenzo is dynamic, buzzing with almost electric energy and boundless intelligence. His father Adriano had cut clothes for François Mitterand and Marcello Mastroianni. “The basic structure of our clothes is a starting point,” Lorenzo says, “but at Cifonelli, we encourage you to dream, to think about who you want to be, and we will find a way to express this in what we make for you.”

“Lorenzo is dynamic, buzzing with almost electric energy and boundless intelligence.”

Among Lorenzo Cifonelli’s most dazzling offerings are the ‘Canadienne’, a sport coat with chest pleats inspired by traditional Canadian hunting jackets; the ‘Alexander K’, which is inspired by house ambassador Alexander Kraft’s revisionist Thomas Crown suits; the ‘Vintage’, another dress coat, this time with a suede-trimmed, rowboat-shaped breast pocket and suede-backed patch pockets; the ‘Travel Jacket’, which is crafted from Tibetan yak wool; and the ‘Sterling’, a demi-point-lapel sport coat with leather-trimmed flap pockets. You can revel in the extraordinary creations on display for hours, your mind reeling at the endless possibilities. But what is impressive with Cifonelli is that each and every garment you receive from them is nothing less than perfect.

“I have never seen tailors who drive themselves more relentlessly to achieve perfection,” says Alexander Kraft, Chairman, and CEO of Sotheby’s International Realty France–Monaco. “You have the feeling with some other tailors that they will resist making too many changes. At Cifonelli, I’ve literally had Lorenzo take the jacket off my back because he was not happy with some detail that was too small for me to see.” Lorenzo sighs, “Maybe it’s an affliction, but I am a person who is never satisfied. When I see my clothes, on some level, I understand that they are good, but all I want to do is to make them better.”

I had come for one specific reason, and that was to get Lorenzo’s iconic double-breasted blazer made for me. This is a six-button coat that fastens at the bottom, and follows a style that I’ve always wanted to adopt — having seen it perpetuated by many of the world’s most stylish men, including the Duke of Kent, Fred Astaire, Ralph Lauren, and Luca Cordero di Montezemolo — but have never been able to wear comfortably. While I love the lengthening effect to the lapel, I can’t get over the way your tie and shirtfront almost spill out with the low buttoning point when you sit. But on Lorenzo’s jacket, the last row of buttons is brought higher, similar to that in a four-button dinner jacket, so the end result is far less sloppy. What it loses in dégagé élan, it gains in structural sleekness.

Flourishing from the bottom row of buttons are the most beautifully shaped double-breasted lapels on the planet, evincing just the perfect amount of long, curved belly before flaring out into ultra-wide, archetypically heroic, high-gorge points. For the first time, I didn’t have to struggle to explain my preference for a high breast pocket, because Cifonelli already places it at exactly the right point. But look closely and you’ll see that the opening of the Cifonelli double-breasted coat seems to elegantly embrace the curvature of the male chest, rather than fall across it in the style of a kimono or bathrobe, as lesser double-breasted coats do.

Flip up the lapel on Lorenzo Cifonelli’s coat and you’ll see why. The lapel is actually not part of the coat front but a second piece of fabric that is joined perfectly along a seam that follows the curvature of the male chest. “If you want to create a double-breasted coat with an opening that perfectly follows the contours of the chest, you have to do this,” says Lorenzo. “But very few tailors would be willing, or have the ability, to do so.”

“I must always start from scratch and build the canvas with the person I’ve fitted.”

Amazingly, a few days after the initial fitting, Lorenzo had already created a fitting canvas from scratch for me. “Some other tailors will use a premade block on you to help them visualize,” he explains, “but for me, I must always start from scratch and build the canvas with the person I’ve fitted [while it’s] fresh in my mind.” Despite having one of the biggest teams of in-house tailors on earth, Lorenzo supervises every stage of the unique Cifonelli process, which includes hand-worked chests, handmade seams and finishing throughout, along with exquisite Milanese buttonholes.

The Lorenzo Cifonelli double-breasted coat is shorter than most others, and is high-waisted and fitted before flaring into a beautiful skirt. The two blazers that result from my visit — one in bird’s-eye-blue wool and the second in a blue silk-linen blend — are among the most consistently complimented clothes I’ve ever worn.

And each time I receive a positive remark, I’m reminded of that evening, in the elevator of the Plaza Athénée, when I ran into that particularly elegant elderly gentleman. After he divulged the name of his tailor, I paused for a while before continuing, “Sir, I hope I haven’t offended you, as there is a school of thought that you should only notice the man and never the clothes.” He chuckled before replying, “That is a school of thought perpetuated by people with mediocre clothing… Cifonelli, young man — go to Cifonelli.”.

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‘YOUNG MAN – GO TO CIFONELLI’ The Rake reflects upon just what makes the iconic Parisian tailoring house such an extraordinary bespoke institution.

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