#Alva is so confused

[thealvalorenz]

Alva do you have skibidi rizz??

"𝓢𝓴𝓲… 𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓲…. 𝓡𝓲𝔃𝔃….? 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽…?" 𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓍𝑒𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽. 𝐻𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀.

"𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷… 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓲 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼… 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰… 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰…" 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑔, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.

"𝓐𝓱… 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓲 𝓻𝓲𝔃𝔃… 𝓾𝓶…" 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓌 ���𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, "𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓸..? 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓪 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭…. 𝓫𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬…"

[lucy-shining-star]

I'm still really confused by Elena naming Gabe general and Mateo master wizard in the finale cause like I frankly thoughht captain of the guard is highest military rank in Avalor? Like...Seriously does that change anything for Gabe other than title? I thought he was only subordinate to grand council? And Mateo one doesn't really seem like title Elena could give? Like it sounds like something that if someone would be able to officially give is some sort of sorcerer school?

[xxtc-96xx]

Speaking of the movie events, it is interesting to think about which movies were reported on or who knows about the events:

The second movie affected the whole planet and was reported on.

The third movie also had reporters which apparently made big enough news to reach Kanto (or wherever Charizard Valley is located).

The only documentation of 4 ever and Heroes would be the arrest of three high ranking Team Rocket members.

Destiny Deoxys affected a whole city and The Rise of Darkrai affected a whole town, so those would make headlines.

Master of Illusions, Ash and Co tricked the main villain Grings Kodai into confessing his crime of city wide environmental damage on tape.

In the black and white movies a whole castle is moved, so if that wasn’t reported on then it would create loads of confusion for tourists who wanted to visit the castle.

Hoopa and the Clash of Ages is a similar situation to Destiny Deoxys and The Rise of Darkrai where the events affected a whole City.

Volcanion and the Mechanical Marvel main villain Alva is a councillor, so his actions and his arrest for attempted mass murder would have definitely made the headlines.

As for the films post gen 6

The Power of Us has a city go through a whole crisis so that would definitely make headline news.

Koko/Secrets of the Jungle, Dr Zed would be in the news for both the environmental damage he caused and the double murder that was uncovered by the whistleblowers known as Jessie and James.

All other movies only Ash, his companions, and the handful of new friends Ash makes in those movies get to experience the events due to the events taking place somewhere remote, or conveniently no civilians discovering that legendary and/or mythical Pokemon are fighting in the middle of a large populated area.

The exception being the first movie where Mewtwo wiped everyone’s memories of the film’s events, thanks Mewtwo.

Wiping memories was the dumbest decision they could have made to reset Ash and friends to the status quo considering they already forget everything they went through whenever a big event happens

[meggannn]

aloy in the slack channel: everyone should be added now and assignments have been sent for the month so refresh your inboxes and ask gaia if you have any issues

erend: Go team!!

talanah: @everyone anyone want to hunt an apex stormbird with me, meet me by the west exist in 5min, bring your own arrows

varl: aloy when are you updating your icons, yours and talanahs are still the default so i keep getting you both confused

avad: Hello Am I Using This Correctly? How Is The Weather Out West?

anonymous: If you continue to fill this message board with prattle, I shall install a virus into the network that restricts you all to five messages per day before all your focuses will crash. Consider yourselves appropriately warned and do not touch the lab door for the next twelve hours, as I have cultures growing and the lab must remain at a certain temperature.

aloy: Sylens I know you know how to use mute so shut up and leave if you don't like it

alva: Hi everyone, and hi Sylens, just to let you know, I don't want to be presumptuous or anything but the plural of "focuses" is actually foci! Quen scholars have debated this rigorously, and colloquially the Old Ones said focuses all the time, but grammatically I just thought you might want to know the more accurate word!

alva: ALSO I'm so glad we can chat here now, I'll upload you all some files here so we can learn and use some terms that the Ancestors used! TTYS!!! (talk to you soon)

beta: Aloy keeps forgetting to respond to my request for admin access formally so I've hacked her account and am assigning myself a fellow moderator of this chat just to tell everyone this is for WORK ONLY. I'll make several separate threads for any other idle chat or interests, but please keep it on topic here.

kotallo: Hello, everyone. Apologies for the message, I'd just like to test that this text-to-speech function works. Send. Oh I needn't say "send"? Thank you, GAIA.

[beta has created #off-topic]

[beta has created #events-and-schedules]

[beta has created #find-a-friend-(to-take-you-down-the-mountain)]

[beta has created #old-world-resources]

erend: can we have one for music too?

[beta has created #old-world-music]

seyka: Hi all, am I doing this right?

anonymous: Enough.

[anonymous has locked this thread]

[katyahina]

Turns out two Daughters of Chaos becoming part of Bed of Chaos IS accurate! We got them all now!

Okay, so the wiki I've seen this idea at didn't sound very convincing on the matter, as well as Quelana saying "free my mother and sisters from the Flame of Chaos" just can be read as her refering to what simply putting down the "source" (the Bed) would do in general., especially since at least three of them are certainly not part of the Bed.

But you know what does sound convincing? JAPANESE SCRIPT!

(Japanese text from this ( x ) archive)

混沌の炎は、母も、妹たちも飲み込み 異形の生命の苗床にしてしまった

Lost in translation! So, basically, these:

are THESE!

So that settles everyone's whereabout! She has 7 daughters in total shown in the intro cutscene:

1) Grana, the eldest! Her name didn't even make it into localisation (as always..... as ALWAYS.......). But, she is the one attacking us in Izalith, and using the pyromancy that was said to be wielded by the eldest!

(From this ( x ) page) 魔女の娘グラナ means ‘Grana, the Witch’s Daughter’!

(This isn't mistranslated, I double-checked)

2, 3) Quelaag and Quelaag's Sister (or 'Fair Lady')!

4) Quelana herself!

5) The dead sister that Ceaceless Discharge is mourning! Don't have her confused with Quelana or anything of the sorts; Quelana states that she escaped:

Although we pick the gold-hemmed robes from her corpse that refer to Quelana, all of the sisters were wearing these robes! Grana is wearing the same set too! It is normal for Fromsoft to cram a lore of a specific character onto a set that is used by multiple characters, as they only have so much room to share the lore! Off the top of my head like how Alva from DS2 was definitely not the only one to wear his armor, but it reveals info about him! Same for the set Licia is wearing that isn't unique to her, but description refers to her. etc

And

6, 7) These two!

The list of her childen doesn't end here, of course.

8) Ceaceless Discharge

Apparently, Izalith had more children than just her seven daughters, since Ceaceless is her youngest child, but isn't one of the daughters:

Miyazaki also gives some insight in interview ( x ):

All demons are born from the fire of chaos, but he was the first, born so long ago, when the fire wasn't yet stable. He possesses it, but he can't control it and it burns him constantly. Despite his size, he's actually the youngest of Izalith's children, he stands gazing up at the ruins where his sisters live. The only source of comfort in his pitiful, painful existence is the belief that they are watching over him.

So, what this tells us is that he is her lastborn, but born already when she created the Chaos Flame and it became part of her body! Thus, he was born not quite what species the Witches are but already counted as a demon! However, he is the only demon born by Izalith in person and not from the Flame itself!

They used to conjure fire with their staffs before pyromancy (which is flame being part of one's body), so that makes sense.

It is also possible that Izalith had a couple more sons, too!

9) 'Prince Izalith' (potentially)

(From this ( x ) video on internal file names) Okay, I know everyone noticed this already, but the Wall Hugger appears to have the same thing as whatever plagues Jeremiah's head- and Jeremiah is, coincidentially, a King who 1) also uses Chaos Pyromancies and 2) is also banished in Painted World of Ariamis, which is the place for those banished by Gods rather than place for the forlorn like the painted world in DS3!

(Good quick ref from this ( x ) thread on Reddit)

Since he is a king and effected by a similar stuff and clearly was affiliated with Izalith, he might have even been Izalith's husband! At least one of them! I went through this better in this ( x ) post, but TLDR; we have appearances for Grana and what appears to be some unused male character data! The model for 'Grana the Witch's Daughter' uses 'female' NPC body, but the heads switch between female and male depending on in which order the NPCs data is loaded:

The blonde with green eyes, Grana

The male head that can also load over Grana's body, also a unique data that is not used on anyone else! I'd give it to the 'Prince Izalith' before he got consumed by whatever is eating away at Jeremiah now!

All according to rayanthemad on Twitter ( x ) who datamined this NPC and confirmed the model behaves very strange (no wonder for over decade we never had a screenshot of Grana without headwear lol). And still, two unique faces, one of which appears to be unused content still stored in data?

At the same time, Jeremiah himself is blond-ish, if having lost hair saturation with age but it still looks blond, and also has green eyes!

10) Vamos (potentially)

Vamos comes from the royal line, recognises and amber from Lost Izalith and knows how to work with Chaos, and he clearly doesn't want to speak about his past again!

It is very possible that Daughters of Chaos were involved, and maybe even managed to get some dragon descendants to help them! Izalith waged war against Gods, Jeremiah who is also a Chaos pyromancer and a royal got exciled into Painted World too, Izalith (place) is so close to Catacombs you can literally see it from there, the Undead Dragons (so, dragons touched by Nito's death) are upper bodies of dragons but their lower parts are found in Izalith, and one of the Undead Dragons is in the painted world too! Also, oddly enough, Titchy Gren from DS2 sells both a Scythe that is in Nito's Catacombs in DS1 and Chaos Pyromancies, as well as god their Narh Alma is depicted wielding a scythe and scales!

Possibly, the strange tendrils he has are traces of prior monstrous mutation by Chaos? Heck, I wonder whether melted iron next to him is actually not it but lava of the Chaos, at this rate! Maybe he was one of the detractors from whatever nonsense his family was doing! And is also a happier person since becoming a living skeleton helped him to stop being tormented by Chaos, albeit he doesn't wish to speak of his former affiliation anymore! Could have even played a part in why Chaos Witches failed!

....or it all isn't that complicated, and he simply searched shelter (and "healing" from chaos starting to mutate his body through power of "death") here lol.

In any case, if Prince Izalith and Vamos are also two sons of Izalith, they'd have to be born before Ceaceless Discharge!

[cemetery-irises]

Actually adding onto the hair thing with Luca not liking it - Alva ruffles his hair on instinct because that's what they always did and Luca doesn't see anything wrong with it until he asks someone else not to do it in front of Alva much to their confusion because

"Luca, why didn't you tell me this before?"

"huh? Oh, I mean... I-it's worth it when you do it because I know that's your thing and I like it! It's just not worth it for other people b-because it hurts and I don't get as much satisfaction, you know?"

(Alva has a lot of protective dad moments over Luca I think)

oh for sure,, they have the father son relationship ever i love them so so much

[m0-rax]

KINKTOBER 2023 DAY 1: PEGGING

Pairing is Alva Lorenz x AFAB reader!

warnings: smut, pegging, reader has a v

The costume

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Alva Lorenz, the hermit. Once an inventor but now who knew what he was. You initially found him handsome at first glance.

Like how you met other survivors during matches, some of your first meetings were during games. One such game was where you met Alva.

The instant attraction to him and infatuation with him and his appearance was a large distraction for you.

Just his looks nearly led to you getting caught in a match because you were focused more on his pretty face than getting away.

Alva had seen the way you looked at him. He was confused at first. Then over time, match after match, he slowly accepted your affections.

He could never predict or understand the emotions of humans. Human nature was a complicated subject.

Alva simply gave up trying, believing that formulae and theories could never deduce such things in humans.

He only believed in his savior and eventually… you .

Your pursuit of him was not in vain because you had managed to form a connection with him through a lot of persistence.

In this relationship, when you both were free, the two of you would be intimate with each other. Feeling the other’s breaths and being so close you can feel the skin of each other’s bodies.

He was always fucking you senseless in bed. He usually did so you wanted to try something different the next time the two of you were having sex.

You knocked on his bedroom door, he muttered a ‘come in’ and you walked in to see him trying on his new costume for the Halloween season.

He had a deep neckline on his shirt and his makeup was done to appear cat-like. His eyes were naturally one step ahead.

They already looked cat-like. You really liked his eyes though. They were so pretty. Maybe it was just because you loved cats.

His outfit for the occasion was cat themed as well. He caught you staring and he held his staff in his right hand. He looked at you, raising a brow in confusion.

“Why are you staring at me?”

You took in the rest of his clothing. You could see his chest because of the neckline being so low. He had a high collared open jacket and cat ears on his head.

Even his staff was matching the theme because it had a cat on the top with a gem on its tail. The colors were mostly black and gold and damn did Alva look good in it.

The coat made him look taller if that was even possible. He was already tall as fuck to begin with but the ears and the extra accessories just accentuated it.

The pants made his long and thin legs look even better than normal. His ass was hugged nicely by the pants and the jacket loosely hung over it.

The whole costume was a masterpiece and you had to stop yourself from salivating like a hungry dog.

“You look…so hot in that costume.” You blatantly state, almost no shame in your words.

Alva blushed a bit and leaned his staff on the wall. He started to make his way over to you. You could hear his pilgrim pepper steppers tapping on the floor as he walked.

When he got to you, your face was flushed just from the sight of him, he bent down and kissed you.

The man was handsome, even he could admit that much. He knew the effect he had on you.

He knew you were enchanted by him. Infatuated. Not only was he pretty, he knew how to use that against you.

He licked your lips, you parted them and allowed him entrance. His yellow eyes stared down at you, taking in the sight of you as he gave you his attention.

He moved his tongue, exploring your mouth. He slurped on your own, your salivas mixing together as you moaned into the kiss.

He pulled you over to the bed, tongue still tasting yours. He broke away, a string of saliva lingering, connecting your lips.

When he pushed you down on the mattress, gazing at your form beneath him, you stopped him. You put a hand on his arm, he halted his actions.

“Wait. I want to try something different today.”

He raised a brow.

“Like what?”

You blushed a bit and he waited for you to speak your mind. What exactly was it that you wanted to try out?

“Let me peg you.”

“I’m sorry, you want to what-?” He wasn’t opposed to it, he was just caught off guard.

“Peg you.”

His own pale cheeks flushed with a reddish hue and he sighed. He got off you and sat on his bed. You were looking at him and his cat-like yellow eyes were on you.

“I don’t see why not. If you need anything, go get it. I’ll wait.” He said eventually.

A little experimentation didn’t hurt.

You kissed his cheek, careful not to smudge the makeup on him and took off to your own room. His slit pupils followed you out the door of his room.

You had something lying around in wait. Waiting for this occasion. You just had to remember where you had put it.

You checked your wardrobe and found a box sitting at the bottom. You picked it up and opened it, finding exactly what you needed.

Alva was touching up on his black makeup when you returned with…

“A dildo..?”

His hand paused, setting down the makeup brush and container. He was more nervous about the size of it. Would that thing even fit inside of him?

“Are you sure that will fit?”

“I’ll try and go as easy as I can, Alva.” Your reassurances made him feel better but not by a whole lot.

You went over to him and put aside the makeup, after putting it on his night table you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss with fervor.

You gazed into his golden eyes. The vibrant yellow hue meeting the gaze of your own eyes, slit pupils watched your every move.

You noticed the face makeup. He had his nose painted black, some whiskers were drawn on too.

He had painted his under eyes black as well and the color brought out those eyes you just loved to look at. Alva wrapped his arms around you, one going to the small of your back and pressing you into him further.

One of your hands moved to stroke his head as you continued to taste him. Your fingers danced along the tips of his ears, feeling the fur on them and his blackened hair.

The once white strands were now dark as night, probably dyed for the spooky season.

It looked ravishing on him. You pushed the hermit onto the bed so he was laying on his back.

You pulled away from the kiss, watching his chest rise and fall with quick pants.

You got off of him and slid off his colonial clompers. You took off the ruffled socks and kissed his feet.

It earned you a sharp look and a blush as you stood back up in front of the man.

Your hands ran along the curves of his ass, caressing the hermit’s skin. You could feel the shape perfectly thanks to his tight pants.

You fumbled with the garment before removing the clothing piece entirely. It left only his underwear between you and his pale colored nether region.

“Go easy on me, will you? I have a game tomorrow.” Alva’s face was beet red as he said these words.

You smiled with a nod, giving him a quick kiss as you slid off his underwear.

Your hands wandered across his pale skin, his ass was firm. His soft cock was the color of the moon. That bluish gray tone.

You had a bottle of lubricant on you that you’d brought as well, not wanting to hurt the man before you.

He watched as you used it to make your fingers slick. You prodded his hole, slowly pushing one finger into him.

Alva made a face and you looked up at him.

“Are you alright? How do you feel?”

“Strange. Very strange.”

He was still blushing crimson and you slowly started to pump your finger into him, his unsteady breaths and the strange sensation from your fingers inside of him slowly sent blood rushing to his cock.

Your slick finger moved in and out of him with ease once you’d worked the muscle lax enough.

You pushed another finger into him, generous with the lubricant so you wouldn’t rub Alva raw and hurt him.

You prodded at his insides, the pleasure was a strange feeling for him. He attempted to steady his breaths and a half choked gasp of pleasure left his lips as you found what you were looking for.

“Found it~” You said with a grin.

“That spot… what did you do?” Alva questioned, his dick stood up now as blood rushed down below.

“What did I do?” You ask it innocently as if you didn’t know what exactly you were doing.

You thrust your fingers into that particular spot, Alva quivered beneath you. A mix of shame and embarrassment on his face at the reaction to just having his hole toyed with.

You scissored the man, separating your two fingers inside of him as he writhed beneath your touch. Once you’d stretched him out enough, muscle lax enough to penetrate without too much trouble, you grabbed the dildo.

It was a large strap-on dildo, maybe eight or nine inches. You liked feeling Alva’s skin on yours so you took off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. You put on the strap-on, lining up the toy with Alva’s hole.

“Safe word?” You ask.

“Cat.” Alva responded, a little tribute to his costume.

You appreciated the association. He was a hot cat man after all. You’d be thinking about this till the end of your days.

You position yourself between his legs, holding onto his thin thighs. Alva watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

Without warning, you plunged into him. You buried the dildo all the way to the base.

Your hips met Alva’s white skin and you watched him squirm a bit. The tall man was gasping for breath.

He had never felt so full before, never had he ever. This was his first time being done in the ass, too.

You slowly pulled out and then slammed back into him, the slow pace making his body writhe beneath yours.

His hard cock was dripping with pre cum and you just took your time, teasing, slow, hard.

Alva was moaning beneath you, saying your name. Little sounds of pleasure left his lips and you loved it.

You found that sweet spot your fingers reached before and began to relentlessly pound into it.

Each thrust just abused that spot mercilessly and Alva was a quivering, moaning mess.

His legs were trembling and his body was shuddering beneath your touch, your actions, everything you were doing to him.

You bucked your hips into him at a fast pace and his broken noises of pleasure flooded your ears.

The sounds aroused you more as you watched his hands scramble for purchase on the sheets.

“Do you like that, Alva?”

You slowed your pace a bit, to give the poor man a breather.

His dick still dripped pre cum but he was probably close to climax.

”You gonna cum from getting your ass pounded?”

A little experimentation never hurt anyone but god did he want you to shut the fuck up.

“Don’t tease me!”

A hard thrust into his prostate, that sweet spot from before had a strangled moan enter your ears.

His legs were a quivering mess and streams of white shot out of his cock and onto the front of his costume.

You pegged him as he came down from his high, slowly and steadily as his body quivered.

His white skin was flushed and he was warm. His face was akin to the color of a tomato.

”How’d I do?” You ask as you carefully pull out of his hole.

It felt so empty having you take that dildo out of him.

He wasn’t going to sit in peace for the rest of the day. His ass would just tell him no.

He looked at you and then started to shed the white stained coat of his costume with a sigh.

”Very good… Now shut up.”

[discar]

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To Mother

To War-Chief Sona

To Mother [stick with the more personal tone]

I found The Anointed Aloy [she knows Aloy doesn't like being called that] deep in the Forbidden West. She believes that the secret to stopping the Red Blight, and perhaps even ending the Derangement, is here. We have settled into an Old Ones base [even with our Seeker blessings, that will make her uncomfortable] a permanent camp in the mountains. It is safe here. We have numerous allies, including Erend, the Oseram Vanguard. Sun-King Avad has implied his support. [that's confusing, and she wouldn't care anyway]

You're going to be a grandmother! [too light]

I met a girl. [too flippant]

One of those allies is an Utaru woman named Zo, who defied her leaders to fight the Red Raids. [don't bring up defying elders] She is intelligent and compassionate. [mother won't care] I am going to bring her back to the Embrace eventually. I think you'll like her.

[should this be part of the previous part?] There is also a Tenakth soldier named Kotallo who seems interested in our tales of battle against the Carja, and a woman from a new tribe, from across the sea [too confusing] and a lorekeeper named Alva from a distant tribe. Alva is very interested in our stories and customs, but is careful to ask me how to ask for permission to enter our holy sites [sounds bad] and I'm sure she will have much to speak to the Matriarchs about.

These new enemies we're facing, mother, these Zeniths... it's hard to describe them. They are immortal [she won't believe it] They bear the sins of the Old Ones [too fanciful] They have new machines that obey their commands, worse than the Eclipse cultists and their dark corruptors. Sometimes I'm not sure how we are surviving against one or two at a time, and they have hundreds. Aloy is a terror in combat. We have a plan, but it's all so beyond me. I'm not sure it will actually work. Not because I doubt Aloy or the others, just because it relies so much on things I am only now learning. GAIA [don't try to explain GAIA] The All-Mother says [makes me sound like a prophet] Our allies believe this will work, and I have to trust them.

Aloy has a sister [too flippant] The Zeniths made their own Anointed [confusing and blasphemy] The Zeniths had a captive. We managed to rescue her, and I've managed to get through to her, but she's scared and she's been alone her entire life. She reminds me of Aloy, but not in the good ways. She's smarter than the rest of us put together, but she doesn't know what to do with it and has no practical skills. She can't even sew up her own clothes. She hides in her room most of the time. Aloy has been talking to her, and sometimes it helps but sometimes it makes things worse. It's like watching someone yell at their reflection. [don't reference clones] They're too alike. I'm trying to get her to step out of the Base camp to see the sunrise, but it's hard. I think she's scared of not having a ceiling over her head. She always sleeps in, too.

There's a lot to see, outside the Embrace. New people, new machines I couldn't have even imagined. It's not like the Matriarchs say, all cursed heathens. [too aggressive, don't contradict the Matriarchs] It's beautiful, but frightening too. I wish you could see it, even though you'd hate it. [probably too much]

I hope this letter finds you well.

Your son, Varl.

[GAIA said she can print this out, but I think I should copy it out by hand]

[maybe I should just delete this, I'm probably going to be the one going to Nora lands anyway]

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The Harpy and the Hawk

Chapter 8

A Harpy named Alva

“Oh Khalis…what am I going to do?” Talanah asked her hawk friend who only responded with chirps and screeches. “Guess birds don’t offer much conversation do they?” Talanah said, she heard a knock on her door, “Come in”

She said. The door opened, it was Varl.

“ Hey Talanah…How have you been?” He asked. “I’ve been okay Varl…I’m just so mad I free—-er…I mean…lost the Harpy” Talanah said. “ Yeah… my mother scolded me once for missing a shot at one, you’re not the only one who has a hard time catching them” He said. “Oh I caught one alright…the rarest of them all…but I let her get away…I…I let her go…and I shouldn’t have..” Talanah said to her friend.

“Let her go?” Varl said confused, “I MEAN!..” Talanah covered her mouth. “You freed that Harpy didn’t you?” Varl said. “ I COULDN’T DO IT VARL!….THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT HER….something about her that reminded me of myself….she’s not what I thought she was….she’s…different..in fact, everything we know about Harpies is wrong..” she yelled. “Her name is Aloy…and…I made a huge mistake” Talanah said.

“ I promise I won’t tell anyone about her.” Varl said, “Wait…really?” Talanah said surprised, “ yes I mean it Talanah…you can trust me” Varl said in a gentle tone. “Okay….I’ll tell you” She said. “ But first…I need to go check something”.

Back in the cove, a young Harpy with dark brown wings was exploring the cove, she was not much older than Aloy, probably early 20s at the oldest and she wore white clothing with red and green beads and she had dark hair and brown eyes. “Lots of fish here, perfect for filling our food supplies” the young Harpy said, then she came across an odd picture in the dirt, there was a picture of Aloy and a bunch of scribbles. “ is that…Aloy?” She asked as she looked at the picture, suddenly a trap set off.

The Harpy was captured and started roaring for help. Then, out came Talanah from behind a rock. “Hey…I’ve seen you…you’re Aloy’s friend right?” The Harpy said. “ I was Aloy’s friend…look…I said some really messed up stuff to her last night…can you please tell her I’m really sorry and give her this basket of gifts?” Talanah asked. “Well as soon as you let me go…” The bird woman said.

“Oh right….uh you got a name?” Talanah asked as she started cutting the ropes. “Alva” the Harpy replied. “Well Alva…as you know I’m the first Carja who can’t kill Harpies…and I never will…in fact, being a Sunhawk doesn’t even matter to me anymore…I just want us to all live in unity” Talanah said as she cut the Harpy loose, suddenly the Harpy playfully jumped on her and started rambling.

“ ALOY IS GOING TO BE SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT! SO WILL GAIA AND LIS…AND EVERYONE! Because man they all think you’re a monster now and Aloy is really upset” Alva said. “ Like…how upset?” Talanah cringed. “Like keeping everyone up with her cries upset, Harpies cry really loud you know” Alva said, “Yeah… I do know…so Aloy was crying when she would roar in the cove?….interesting” Talanah said.

“I’ll deliver this to her right away Talanah, Thank you for telling me” Alva said, “no problem Alva, just…want her to know…what everyone else wants me to be..isn’t actually me” Talanah said. “Glad to hear it, the rest of the nest will be glad to hear it too” Alva said. The Harpy flew off with the basket, “Now…time to tell Varl” Talanah said. Hope it goes well.

Back in the nest, Aloy didn’t eat, despite her stomach demanding food, she felt like her appetite was gone. “Aloy you’re hungry sweetie, I need you to eat something” Lis said. “ my appetite is gone….and…so is one of my friends…why did I think we could be more?” Aloy said. “ love is complicated child…but maybe you didn’t have the best way of telling her either. You took her to the place where you both met which was probably a sensitive atmosphere for you both” Gaia said.

“ I….I guess you’re right Gaia…it was partially my fault too…and we are both sensitive about that spot…I should’ve done things differently” Aloy said. “ Like I said, someone has to take the first step” Gaia said. Aloys stomach gave another grumble, demanding to be fed. “Alright young Harpy, Food. In Your Belly. Now.” Lis chuckled but was serious to her. “Okay okay…guess I am a little hungry” Aloy chuckled.

“Oh! Hello Alva, what’s going on?” Lis asked, “Hello Miss Sobeck, is Aloy home?” Alva asked. “Yes she is, she’s eating right now but you can go see her” Lis said to the young energetic Harpy. “ Thanks…Aloy! Hey Aloy!…Talanah got you a gift” Alva said, Aloy almost choked on her food but managed to swallow it. “What?..why would she?—“ Aloy got cut off, “Because she wanted to say sorry and that she wants to be friends again, she’s even going to try to convince others that we don’t want to hurt them, all we’re trying to do is survive” Alva explained.

“ Well…Okay…let me see the basket” Aloy asked, Alva handed Aloy the basket and there was a soft pillow, lots of food, a little hawk plushie for Beta, a soft blanket, and…a letter. She opened the letter and read it out loud to her family.

“ Dear Aloy,

I am so sorry for saying all those awful things last night, truth is…I don’t really want to be a Sunhawk. In fact, I’ve been scared to do it since I was a little girl, as I got older I got braver and braver and I thought it was what I wanted…but after meeting you…seeing how Harpies actually are…I changed…everything did. And not to be mean and not to be rude but…I’ll never regret shooting that bola into the sky that night, and setting you free. It was one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life.. and now I…I’m going to show everyone that Harpies aren’t dangerous…meet me in the cove if you can.

Love Talanah”

Aloy’s heart sank, she really didn’t regret freeing her, getting to know her, and becoming friends with her. Despite the two having a rocky start, they both got to know each other and have grown to care for each other…and even made the Harpy a little smitten. Aloy opened up her wings. “Aloy where are you going?” Alva asked, “ I’m going to help my friend prove something to everyone” Aloy said as she quickly took off.

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 6 of Whumptober 2024: Failed Investigation

No. 6: NOT REALISING THEY’RE INJURED Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | “It’s not my blood.”

AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.

This is taking place in a hidden-supernatural modern day setting.

Alva is a radio host found of the supernatural, horror and mystery.

This is a moment from his childhood.

Continuing from Day 3.

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Failed Investigation

"What are you doing here?!"

Alva takes off for the nearest door, knocking a chair over and almost getting his foot tangled up in a loose cable in the darkness of the radio station at night. He closes the door shut but to his surprise it does not have a lock.

He does not want to get caught by the police again. They told his parents off after he snuck in yesterday. They saw him already but it is dark and it can always be some other kid. Who would not want to explore an easily accessible mysterious crime scene, right? He frantically whips his head around and spot a window. That's it! He makes a dash to open it and succeeds just in time for the heavy hurried footsteps to approach the other side of the door. He hears it creak open. Shit! They cannot be allowed to see him!

Alva dives out of the window without thinking.

Crack!

He is not sure what just made the noise in his head but he suspects he might have lost one of his last baby teeth. Though he does not taste the blood for some reason.

Oh well. No time to dwell on it. He gets up and tried taking off again only to be grabbed by the collar from behind.

"Dang it…" He grumbles giving up immediately and letting himself hang loose as he is dragged back through the window.

"Should not have run, kid."

The man sounds very familiar but not like one of the officers he met yesterday.

He is dragged deeper into the room and the light is turned off. Here comes the trouble. Alva sighs, steeling himself for what is to come.

He turns around as he is let go and is surprised to find someone he frankly should have expected to see here and should have recognized.

"Sean The Boss!" He cannot help but say in awe.

He would appear on "Thomas and Jeremy" only on rare occasions but Alva has always thought the old man was one of the funniest guests. He was the owner of the Stellar Station building and all the radio equipment in it.

Alva saw him only once before during his second time at the station when they made their own merch for the first time and had a small shop set up here. That was a couple years ago by now but Sean's perfect goatee and impeccably hairless head coupled with a wide toothy smile stuck in Alva's mind for good. But this time the man is not smiling. He looks at Alva calmly without the expected anger but he seems genuinely tired and there is some clear gray visible in his beard. He thought that stress graying hair is a tall tale… thought he has not seen the owner for a while, so maybe it just happened in the interim.

"That would be me," the man chuckles humorlessly. "What are you doing here, kid?"

"I…" He does not want to lie to this guy. "I was hoping to find some clues… They kicked me out yesterday before I could look around properly. So I came back now that they have left."

"I see… Are you a big fan of the show?" Sean asks finally letting go and handing him a clear handkerchief for some reason.

"Yes!" Alva exclaims playing with the item, unsure why he needs to hold it. "And I cannot stand by and let Tom get punished for something he did not do! They have to have missed something!"

Sean sighs, looking at Alva's face intently. Is there something on it? He then looks down at the carpet between them. There is a clear fresh blood drop stain on it.

"Are you bleeding somewhere, Sir?" Alva asks, confused, for he does not see an injury on the man.

"It's not my blood, kid."

"Oh…"

Alva brings his left hand up to his face and almost immediately jerks it away as even a feint touch to his nose feels like it has been sent on fire. He cries out in surprise at the revelation. Some more drops fall down on the carpet and he brings the handkerchief up to prevent it from staining the carpet.

"Is- is it broken?! I've never broken my nose."

"I am pretty sure it is… Let's take you to the doctor, kid."

"My name is Alva," he insists.

"Alright, Alva. Where do your parents live?"

"They… Are you going to tell them?"

"Yes. I think they deserve to know, don't you?"

"I guess… Can you, please, not tell the police?"

Sean chuckles more genuinely this time.

"Sure, kid. There is no need for that. But we need to get this treated. You know, the sooner you go to the doctor after getting hurt or sick, the sooner you will heal."

Alva nods but does not follow the man as he begins to leave the room.

"What is wrong, kid- Alva?"

"Could I… look for more clues while you are here?"

"Do you think you are more observant than a trained police detective?"

"I- No, but maybe I'll get lucky?" He reluctantly follows, knowing he has lost this battle.

"Let's not rely on luck in a murder case, alright?"

Alva was about to say something but this shuts him up. Murder. Right. Somebody or something murdered Jeremy. He is gone. He will never hear him again. He will never hear his favourite show again. It is all over. Tears well up in his eyes as he quietly follows the station owner out.

[lucatielenjoyer]

Oh boy, more DS2 posting

Can y'all guess what game I've been replaying? No? then please improve your reading comprehension. Anyway, once again, spoilers for the 2011 FS game Dark Souls II, specifically the Scholar of the Fist Sin edition

Aight nerds, this one's about a seemingly innocuous phantom and why this mf confuses me to no end. We're talking about Bradley of the Old Guard today.

First off, let's talk about his equipment. Bradley wears the full set of Alva's armor, a unique set that specifically belonged to a folklore hero in the time of DS2. Only one of it exists, much like Velstadt or Raime's armor, and as far as I know there have been no replications, so how he got it (short of straight-up killing Alva) is one of the fun mysteries about this man.

Another one is the fights he can be summoned for, specifically the fact that he can be summoned at THE THRONE OF WANT. You know, the final boss gauntlet? Where the only other Phantoms are Vengarl and Benhart, who have semi-difficult quests? That throne of want? TF IS THIS MAN DOIN THERE? Nobody mentions Bradley at all, it's not like Syan where he has unique gear (literally a spear, disc chime, and the Alva set, which makes no mention of him) or Benhart and Vengarl, where you meet them and earn their respect / loyalty. He's just... there.

As far as I know, the only other place I summoned him is at no-man's wharf, an early game location, and even then he was a shade, not a phantom. What kind of fuckin' jump is that?

If anyone has any ideas about who he is, what 'old guard' refers to, or just fun stories about my man Bradley please lmk. The lack of info is astounding.

[thealvalorenz]

Greetings Traveler. A note from the writer, I have made this ask blog to be a writing blog since I am not all too particularly confident in my drawing. I also have a passion for writing as well as Alva Lorenz, especially his Warden skin. So that is why I have made this blog!

OOC talking will be in a normal looking font like this, with a "OOC:" in front of it to avoid confusion. Whereas in character talking will be in 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒.

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Feel free to send in asks at any time, I will do my best to respond to them as if I were the actual character responding with how I see his personality and views! Responds to proper asks will be giving the tag #AskWarden. Whereas OOC responses will have the tag #OOC. I will accept any asks, as long as they are reasonable and appropriate!

I look forward to responding to everything and having fun with all of you!

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My main account which I post IDV screenshots on without much context is @spiritlogical. Though I will not be as active there

[incorrectfandomsapphic]

Horizon: Forbidden West #089

Source: Unknown

Alva: Once, in the fifth grade, this kid called me a homo and I thought it meant homeless. Alva: I was so confused I said “Enki, you’ve been to my house before.”

[deny-the-issue]

As Above So Below

Chapter Eight: Back Breaker

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Summary: You help with the barrier's construction, explore the shady Topside shop, and receive a just reward.

The Smuttening is here!!! I hope you all enjoy! Make sure you re-read chapter 7!!! I rewrote it completely!

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[Explicit Language] [Demon!Silco] [Silco x reader] [silco x fem!reader] [vaginal sex] [oral sex] [edging]

It was tedious work at first, installing the new barriers. Well, you guessed it was. Ekko forced you to rest after hearing about your ordeal, earning you the loathed title, ‘Supervisor’. 

So there you sat, shouting out orders with as little animosity as possible. But no matter how snippy your words became, the workers all regarded you with the utmost respect.

It seriously pissed you off.

What did you do to earn a place among them, as well as their respect? It makes as much sense to you as why Grim would choose to sit beside you for his lunch every day, despite your confused silence. He never greeted you either.

On a particularly strenuous day of back-breaking lounging, you sigh and sit up from your crumpled position, cracking your back loudly as it snaps into the correct posture. Grim glances your way and quickly returns to eating his sandwich, earning your interest.

“Alright, I’ll bite - heh, get it?” you laugh as he cringes, and you continue with one hand gesturing to the food, “Why here?”

He looks down at the food, showing his youth in his plump face as he grasps the meaning of your question. Nervous hands start to pick at the sandwich’s contents as he speaks.

“Well–you know–how you uh–I mean,” he trails off, sinking into himself. 

“It’s alright,” you attempt to soothe, feeling way out of your depth. 

But you also feel a longing to help the boy; it’s a faint pull of the heart when he loses confidence that has your hand reaching out to gently touch his shoulder. Snapping out of the strange, maternal-like state, you quickly pull back your rogue hand to sit in patient silence. 

“I just,” he starts cautiously, voice wavering. After a deep breath, he flies out of his chair, whipping around to face you properly, sandwich in hand.

“You risked your life to help others - that’s awesome. Like, totally badass ninja-type shit!” 

A piece of meat slides off his sandwich, no doubt jostled from his exuberant display, and falls to the rocky ground with a wet slap, completely ruining his sudden bravado. 

Your lips thin as you suppress a smile, but when he slumps forward in defeat, your snort breaks the loaded silence. He cracks a smile, outright grins, then joins laughing, fierce and full of joyous mirth. 

You both laugh so hard that tears fill your eyes, and every time you make eye contact another spurt resurfaces, bubbling up uncontrollably and rendering you both useless. Sitting back to back is the only way you can catch your breath, and even then, you do it with a grin so wide your face starts to ache. 

Along with oxygen, pesky thoughts return to your brain, causing the smile to fade away. Maybe sitting too long has made you cranky, but you feel the need to say it anyway. 

“Don’t look up to me kid; I’m about the furthest thing from a role model you could get. Smart people take the safest path. What I did was reckless, and one wrong step could have been the difference between life and just another corpse in the gutter. Do you understand?”

Brow furrowed, he sticks his bottom lip out while he thinks, then shrugs when he looks at you, agreeing half-heartedly. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

You nod, satisfied with his answer. You're not responsible for him, after all. You have no right to teach this kid with your fucked-up version of morality, no matter how much he grows on you. 

“One last piece of wisdom -”

“Janna, you’re worse than Ekko,” he interrupts, rolling his eyes into next year.

“No, listen! It’s the most important thing you’ll ever hear, I promise.”

Grim sighs deeply but gives you his attention anyway. 

“Next time,” you place your hands on his shoulders to give weight to your statement, looking deep into his eyes, “hang on to your salami!”

You almost fall with how fast he pulls from your grasp, whipping away with an exasperated huff.

“It was for dramatic effect!” he shouts back at you as he stomps away, his angry voice laced with the amusement plain on his face. 

A smile comes to yours easily, and your next breath starts with a chuckle. 

Shit, I think I care for the kid.

A month passes quickly, and before you know it, the barriers are finished and you’re fully healed. 

You didn’t spend the whole month in the chair, you’re proud to say. Thanks to Silco’s magic, you were back to the picture of health within two weeks. 

The little village was your home for that time, and you hadn’t slept so wrong in your life as under the verdant canopy of the tree. Thoughts of Silco pervaded your mind, and the feeling of missing out - missing him, prevented any kind of restful sleep. 

Each night after, you retired to your home and hoped he would visit you, in dreams or otherwise. But he remained aloof, and you can’t help but worry you pushed him away, even from your sleeping mind.

Just like you have with every relationship in the past.

Perhaps he doesn’t know what to say, just like you. What would you talk about, really? You have yet to go to the shop, and you’re definitely not ready to talk about whatever you’ve been feeling lately. 

Distance is for the best, you suppose. 

Ekko’s hand rests on your shoulder, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Are you alright, kid?”

You stand up straight and nod, “Yeah! Sorry.”

“You’re standing in front of your finished grand plan and your head’s topside!” Ekko gestures wildly to the steel plate in front of you.

You smile at his enthusiasm but shake your head at the credit given. 

You point at the stout man inspecting the barrier with a broad, proud grin on his face as if he’s looking at his crowning achievement. “Talking about it and constructing it are completely different. The credit should go to him.” 

“I’m just the handyman,” the man grunts, smile disappearing into his rugged goatee as he turns away from the barrier, satisfied with his work.

“A handyman that owns a construction company, who funded all of this out of his own pocket,” you point out and he shrugs, continuing to walk away.

“You could just say ‘thank you’,” Ekko teases, patting the man’s back as he passes, wishing him well before returning to you.

“You did a good thing - you see that, right?”

The weight of where you’re standing begins to sink in as your mind grasps for a reply. 

The air was toxic in this tunnel until a few days ago, all thanks to the information you brought from the depths of the undercity. Information you brought. You. 

Your eyes turn to the barrier and you touch the cool steel, a stark contrast to the warmth that’s filling your heart. A tear runs down your cheek and you quickly rub it away, only for more to follow. You sniffle quietly and hide your face from Ekko, thoroughly embarrassed and confused. 

He pulls you into a hug, chuckling softly as he cradles your head to him, warm hands rubbing your back. 

“It’s alright, let it out,” he soothes, and you hiccup into his shoulder as you choke back a sob.

You hug him loosely at first, unsure, and then the wave of emotion lurches and you’re clinging to him like a beacon in a storm, sobbing like a helpless child. 

He holds you until your turbulent waters have calmed, leaving his shirt stained with the evidence of your heart. 

“S-sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you mumble, hugging yourself when you pull out of his embrace. 

“There’s nothin’ to apologize for! Now, don’t be a stranger; you’re always welcome here,” he pats your back reassuringly with a kind smile and shuffles off toward the village for his daily afternoon nap.

You smile softly and nod, staying by the barrier even as Ekko retreats. You’re not sure why you broke down like that, but you’re glad of it, in a strange way. The calm after the storm relaxes your body, washing away the tension you didn’t know you were keeping, and releasing the feelings you didn’t notice festering.

I like this version of me.

It’s an agonizingly sunny day topside, the type of day that makes your eyes scream, hiss, and water even through your sunglasses. The cool breeze from the river cools the little beads of sweat forming along your hairline, and you close your eyes as you lean into it, letting it soothe your discomfort, if only for a moment. The breeze cuts off, and you sigh heavily, fanning yourself with a flier you snatched along the way. 

It’s definitely the place you’re looking for; you can tell by the sort of people that come and go. They’re the same sort employed at Mort’s, people on the edge of society due to desperation in one form or another. But watching them earns you no new information; It only confronts you with the reality that waits for you after all this is over. 

There has to be a better way to find what Silco wants. 

Leaning back into the shade of the alley, you start to hate the very brick the shop is made of. It’s hot, sunny, and crowded. All things you try to avoid in one place. Why in Janna’s name did you agree to this?

You growl and kick the wall with your heel, releasing just a tiny bit of tension built over hours of watching the shop called, “Plover’s Temp Services”. You’re no sleuth. Otherwise, you would have tried your luck at night. A brick is your lockpick, and you doubt you want to end up on these people’s radar. 

The thought sparks a bad idea; If the shop were very obviously broken into, they would send someone they trust to investigate, someone you can tail. And you wouldn’t actually be robbing the place, so it should be easy to remain out of sight. Your eyes drop to the ground for the first time in hours, and as you blink away fatigue, you spy a damaged brick on the other side of the alley.

Are you going to be my friend tonight? I think so.

You smile a bit too wide, thrilled by the idea of breaking something but relieved to get out of this unusual seasonal heat. Back home, it is. If only to get a few hours of sleep before Project: Fuck Around and Find Out commences.

Sleep comes easily. You suppose you have the excursion to thank for that. Despite the darkness you wake in, you feel positively wired, rushing out of bed the moment your eyes open. The digital clock you’ve bought since your phone’s demise shines green in the dark room, telling you it’s the perfect time for sabotage. 

The air cooled to a tolerable, almost chilly, temperature, making your night walk to the elevator pleasant. As you climb topside on the slow lift, the moon shines brightly down at you with a million stars twinkling in the night sky. Your eyes widen in wonder, and you remain in awe as you leave the lift, taking a moment to lose yourself in the unfathomable depths of space.

Maybe there are some merits of being topside. 

You connect lines of stars and try to recall their names from your school days but come up woefully blank. There’s always time to learn them; you resolve to learn the constellation names after you help Silco. 

Would he learn them with you?

The thought brings a hopeful smile to your lips and leaves a lingering warmth in your heart as you come upon the shop. You duck into the alley, retrieve the brick with a gloved hand, and stop just before entering the street, destination in view. The adrenaline amplifies every ambient noise, but you focus your mind and listen through it. 

It makes sense that a district as commercial as this would be so quiet in the dead of night, but you hope there aren’t any guards or police patrolling. You look left and right, peeking out of the alley before pulling up your hood, and rush to the shop’s side as if its walls would protect you. A cold sweat slicks your brow as you peer into the side window to see the main room of the shop.

Your legs begin to shake the longer you hang around in the open, and you breathe a shaky sigh of relief as you spy metal filing cabinets through the back window. An uneasy knot forms in your stomach, full of anxious little wasps.

Should you really be doing this? Should you be committing a crime for a man you barely know, even for a good reason? 

You’re standing, breathing, alive, because of him. Knowing him isn’t necessary, you decide, as the brick smashes through the window with a brilliant CRASH. You quickly swipe along the upper ledge with the brick, clearing the glass before gently placing it on the ground. The latch flips with ease and the window opens with a triumphant squeak. 

With a job well done, you start to run away before slowing your pace to listen to your surroundings. It seems this section isn’t well protected at night; no one was immediately alerted. It didn’t stop your heart from nearly pounding out of your chest, or your hands from shaking. 

You hide nearby in an alleyway with multiple exit routes and attempt to bring your panting under control. Closing your eyes, you slowly but shakily breathe through your nose and out your mouth, hugging yourself to keep your hands still. 

What did I just do?

Maybe it’s the kindness Silco showed, or your recent accomplishment with the barriers, but the toxic thoughts fade away as soon as your breathing slows. An eerie calm washes over your mind, steadying your hands and heart. 

You know why, dammit. They can’t be allowed to send this city slipping into the past by polluting its very foundation. And once you find out who they are, your demon will do the rest. 

Wait, is that right? He’ll kill them just like he massacred the factory workers. Wouldn’t it be more beneficial to take this to the elected council? 

You dwell on the thought for a moment before dismissing it entirely. 

With what proof? And besides, they may want to punish Silco for what he did and find me complicit. 

With a defeated sigh, you settle in with your back against the wall, alert and waiting for the city to awaken and find your dirty deed. 

“What in Janna’s name?!” a man shouts, startling you from your sleepy trance. 

You wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth as you hear the man curse, keys jingling as he presumably opens the front door. That’s your cue!

The sky is paling with the first light of the day, and the city is just beginning to stir, you notice through sleep-filled, squinted eyes as you rise from your crumpled position. There must be a bakery nearby, and the scent of fresh bread makes your stomach grumble while you sneak closer to Plover’s. You stay in the dark alley, out of sight but within earshot. Lucky for you, The shop’s door has a distinct chime, easily told apart from the others—no need to stick your neck out any further.

Some time passes, and you can blend in on the busy street within line of sight, but far enough to not be conspicuous. You even pick up a newspaper and fake reading it just to be sure.

As expected, the first visitor to the shop is not an enforcer, but a man in plainclothes. He darkens Plover’s doorstep, and a thin nervous man runs to the door, greeting him with anxious hospitality. The visitor says something that sours the shopkeeper’s face before sidestepping the mouse of a man to enter the small building. 

You lose sight of him inside and can’t help but feel disappointed. His brimmed hat obscured his important features–you would have to wait to see his face. The plan is to tail him, anyway–why are you so restless? 

The visitor’s presence sets off your inner alarm, telling you to run. It’s probably because he’s looking for you, the one who smashed the window. 

You read the paper in bite-sized increments, eyes glancing up at the shop with every paragraph. After a time, Shadows approach the door faster than you’re expecting, and the visitor swings the front door wide open and peers out as if looking for something, or someone. 

Quickly turning, you blend into a nearby group walking away from Plover’s, and with fisted hands, you keep your wits about you. 

You saw his face, clear as day, and it’s not the first time. He’s a regular at Mort’s. You remember making his foul deeds disappear. More than that, you’ve seen the badge he keeps in his inner pocket when he flashed it to your boss on one of his many visits. 

Long, perfect hair tied back, so black it reflects blue light, and a face that could curdle milk with two beady, lifeless eyes. House Ferros sent their infamous fixer, Sine, to investigate a simple broken window. Panic electrifies your movements, barely stopping yourself from bolting to the elevator to get away from the man unseen. 

How could you be so stupid? Your nails dig into the palms of your hands punishingly. 

I’m connected to this. I’ve always been connected to it. 

Just as the lift is in sight, you hear someone shout your name. You freeze, terrified. Do you run? Wouldn’t that be more suspicious? A breath later, you turn to the source.

Grim comes hurdling out of the crowd and playfully punches your shoulder. 

“One second slower, and I would’ve gotten you good!” he exclaims with a smile as radiant as the sun. 

You stop yourself from looking behind you and instead lead Grim off to the side, out of Sine’s view. 

“What’s the matter?” he asks, looking in the direction you dare not before turning to you with a sly grin. “Did you do something fun?” 

You laugh and shake your head, “Yeah, sure, kid-”

“ELIJAH CROCKET, YOU GET AWAY FROM HER THIS INSTANT!” A woman shouts as she sprints to you.

You forget the danger behind you with the woman charging toward you like an angry bull, with eyes just as frightening. Grim shrinks beside you, face flush with embarrassment as the woman puts herself squarely in front of you. 

Her blond hair frames one side of her face perfectly while the other obscures, hiding a familiar, but faded scar across her forehead. You back away from the woman quickly, putting more distance between mother and cub. The sticky thorns of guilt wrap around your heart, and you look to the ground, unable to meet her gaze. 

You gave her that scar. 

Your feet stumble as you blindly back away toward the lift, hands clutching the hem of your shirt nervously. 

“S-sorry, I didn’t know!”

“I don’t want your fucking apology! Go back to where you belong!” she yells, throwing a protective arm around Grim. 

You bow your head, turn around, and sprint to the elevator. Shaking hands mash the button repeatedly, only stopping when the doors begin to close. Pacing the length of your enclosure like a caged animal, the situation plays in your head again and again.

“I didn’t know!”

A quiet sob shakes your body as the panic, guilt, and anger course through you as new as the day you decided to bludgeon her with that trophy. The feelings build to the point of no return, and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to breathe. Unsteady hands run through your hair as you pace, muttering empty affirmations.

There is no stopping the eruption this time, and with a cry, your fists collide with the metal door. You clutch your hands to your chest and fall back against the wall, your heavy breathing drowning out the rumbles and creaks of the lift descending.

Numb, then stinging, your knuckles burn to the tune of your heartbeat, undoubtedly shredded. But your mind is quiet, rendered silent from your violent display, thoughts swirling endlessly.

What she said is true.

The lift lurches to a stop, brakes squealing, and doors roll open with a ding. You lift your head slowly and stare at the Undercity, its buildings empty and neglected. 

I do belong here. 

You sigh heavily and put one foot in front of the other until you’re in the fresh air of the lanes. Standing still, you close your eyes to feel the soft breeze on your skin so much cooler down here than on the surface. 

I came between her and her child; with a past like ours, her reaction was warranted.

Ekko will have something to say about this. You don’t know what, but you’re sure you don’t want to deal with it right now.

The promise of a shower carries you home instead of to Silco, and the warm waters wash away the last of the emotional grime clouding your mind. It allows you to focus on the only event that matters. 

You suppose the outburst from Grim’s mother could have called Sine’s attention to you, but you no longer care about the consequences. How would he know your face, anyway? The masks protect you from more than just blood. 

Grabbing the disinfectant, you grimace as you pour it over your knuckles, then cautiously dry them with a clean washcloth before wrapping them in gauze. The dull ache feeds your irritation.

Are people not allowed to change? Are you not allowed to change? 

A couple of decades isn’t enough time, apparently. You’re rotten to the core.

Perfect bait for a demon.

The thought should make you feel, well, damned, but you let out a breathy laugh, cracking a wicked smile.

There are people in this world who know your worth, and that’s enough for you to move on with only a pang of guilt remaining in your chest. 

A strategic choice in undergarments later, and you’re strutting to Silco’s with singular intent. 

You’re going to get your due. 

Technically, you declined that part of the bargain, but you hope with every fiber of your being that it’s still on the table. But hope doesn’t stop you from chewing your lip anxiously as you arrive on his doorstep. 

You lift your hand to knock when the hair on the back of your neck stands on end.

“Hello, stranger,” you greet, turning toward him with a warm smile. 

Silco eyes you for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. 

“It’s been a while.” 

His chest almost brushes yours as he reaches past you to open the door, eyes never leaving you. The attention makes your skin bristle, and you almost lose yourself in his intoxicating scent, leaning back against the door. The open door.

“Shit!” you cry out as you lose your footing.

Silco is quick to catch you with one strong arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you to him. 

“Careful,” he taunts as he walks you backward and swings the door shut with his foot. 

He removes a strand of hair from your face and gingerly traces your jawline with his claw before taking your chin between forefinger and thumb.

“Do you have something for me?” he purrs, thumb ghosting over your lower lip.

“I found what you’re after.” You’re quick to answer, and after you muster the courage, you continue.  “The real question is–do you have something for me?”

Your mouth parts, and you kiss his thumbpad, long and slow, tempting him with a flutter of your eyelashes. His eyes darken as you drag the tip of your tongue along his digit, and a visible shiver runs through him when you gently suck it into your mouth. 

How long has it been for him? When was the last time he was touched so intimately?

A vein bulges in his forehead when you pull his thumb out with a pop and move on to kiss his palm, trailing up his wrist. It breaks your heart how touch-starved he is, and you look at him, pleading.

Something in him snaps, and he pushes you against the wall with a sneer, claws digging into your waist. You can feel the way his grip trembles like a rockfall just before it caves.

“I may hurt you,” he bares his teeth as he rests his forehead against yours, chest heaving. 

“That’s half the fun.” You barely have a chance to smile before he lifts you, hands gripping just under your ass. 

A flutter of heat erupts at the clothed contact, but he gives you no time to enjoy it. Arms and legs wrapped around him tight, he carries you upstairs faster than any human could. The bedroom door bursts open, the wooden frame splintering, but Silco couldn’t care less. With eyes only for him, you’re surprised when he kneels on a bed before releasing you to fall the rest of the way. Your ass hits the bed, and where there should have been a spring, there’s a deafening crack.

Silco’s arms cage you in on the mattress as the bottom two legs give out, dropping the mattress into a permanent tilt. You stare into each other's eyes with bewilderment before you break into infectious laughter amidst the cloud of dust. Silco cracks a smile, and the crows’ feet around his teal eye crinkle beautifully with amusement. 

“All according to plan,” he defuses, rising from the bed to gather some bedding.

“Riiight,” you sass, laughter turning into a cough from the dust. 

Silco’s eye narrows, but his face remains as stoic as ever while he begins to pile the blankets in between the bed and the floor. Frowning, he seems to think about something before it clicks with a slight upturn of his mouth. 

“Wha - HEY!” You grip the sheets as he lifts the mattress just over the lip over the frame and releases again, leaving you to slide the rest of the way to the floor with the mattress.

Okay, maybe he does have a plan.

Silco tops the blanket padding off with pillows, and then wraps his hands around your ankles, thumbs massaging soothing circles into your skin. “Do you trust me?”

You bite your lip, you nod, interest thoroughly piqued. He reaches, grabbing your chin firmly.

“Say it.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and your mouth begins to salivate. 

“I trust you,” you say softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He leans on the bed and caresses your cheek, face inches from yours. “Good girl.”

It could have been a trick of the light, but an almost imperceptible stream of shadow leaves his mouth as he speaks. Within a blink, it’s gone, probably imagined. Real or not, your thighs quiver with his affirmation, and you kiss him passionately, hands gripping his vest. Tongues and teeth collide clumsily as his claws rip your shirt off, your nipples hardening into sensitive buds as hot skin hits ambient air. He barely stops to admire the view before descending on you, covering each breast with sloppy kisses of worship that leave you wet and wanting. 

“If I had known you were this sweet, I would have indulged sooner.” 

A sharp pain digs into your breast, and you cry out, yanking his head back by his hair instinctually. He looks at you with such unabated horniness that you stay your crude remarks and inspect the damage. Only his fangs punctured your skin, leaving a perfect impression of his teeth surrounding your nipple like a fucked up faery circle. 

His bark has bite, you find yourself thinking with a grimace that fades into a blissful smile. His face falls as he watches a tiny amount of blood bead to the surface, then bows his head apologetically, soothing the mark with a kiss. 

“Do you still wish to fuck a demon?” he asks sternly, looking into your eyes with dark sincerity. 

“Silco, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I’ll do a lot worse than bite you.”

Your words melt the tension taking root in his face, replacing it with amusement as he takes hold of your ankles and lifts. You claw at the sheets unsuccessfully as he rotates you so your head and the tops of your shoulders lay on the floor pillows, your body following the upward tilt of the bed. 

The perks of the position are revealed when he kneels, one knee on either side of your head, and slowly unbuttons his trousers. You can feel the warmth of him even through the rich fabric. 

His eyes never leave your face as he pulls himself free sinfully slow. The anticipation could never have prepared you for this. For him. thicker than any you’ve ever seen with small ridges running down the length, bulging slightly in the middle, and dangling beautifully just above your awe-gaping mouth. 

“Hm… no witty remark? What’s the matter, darling? Demon caught your tongue?” he shifts closer, cock swinging like the most impressive pendulum you’ve ever seen. You lift your head and catch him in your mouth, a cushion of warm, wet paradise that is your lips and tongue. He hisses between clenched teeth, his good eye closing as his other rolls up to the ceiling, forgetting himself for a blissful moment as you tease him with your tongue. When his eyes find yours again, he distractedly caresses your cheek as his other finds a hold under the waistband of your sweatpants. He barely has to pull to tear them off you, slightly dry-rotted fabric adding static to the rip. 

And when he gets a good look at your equally holy underwear, he frowns, pulling back so his cock slips from your mouth, dripping with your saliva. 

“Do you normally wear such ragged clothes?” 

“Perforated for convenience and chosen very carefully,” you say with a naughty smile, hands gripping the backs of his thighs to pull his hips closer. 

“In that case…” he tears your panties off with ease and parts your legs greedily, head bowing to mark your inner thighs with tongue and teeth.

Both hands grip your legs tight, claws leaving pinpoint imprints in the most delightful of patterns to rival that of his mouth. Slowly at first, and you take him until you’re on the edge of choking–until a little grunt escapes his lips, setting you afire with such lust you pull him closer with all your might, swallowing his girth with an ambition you never knew you had. 

Your fervor is met in kind with the devil's tongue delving stimulating you in ways you never knew possible. Twin moans, one distorted and the other muffled, all filled with the divine taste of each other. Forked tongue slips between your folds, dragging your dripping delight into a slick swirl around your peeking bud, causing thighs to quiver and rhythms to stutter.

You whine as he pulls back, resting his head against your thigh to gaze at your pretty, stretched mouth, his chin dripping with your desires. “Should I fuck your pretty mouth, pet? Would you like that?”

You sing around his cock, bobbing your head in an emphatic, albeit improvised nod.

Eyes closed against the onslaught of movement, your hands grab lower on his legs for more stability. You tilt your head back, wanting him deeper inside you, deeper than you can manage; all that pervades your thoughts is more, more, more. Even as your lungs burn and head swims. You’d rather have him than air. The need is greater, pooling between your legs and dripping into your frothed brain. 

“Eager, aren’t we? You’re throbbing for me,” he growls, each panting breath washing over your aching sex, hot as hellfire. 

You catch his smile framed by the strings of saliva still connecting his cock to your mouth as you take in well-deserved air, just for it to be forced back out again when he expertly latches onto your touch-deprived clit.

Your toes curl, and your eyes roll back. Suction and heavenly flicking strum a euphoric chord, sending you fluttering, quivering, and bucking with only his hands holding you in this world. And where you would have flown over the edge, you find your wings clipped. Among the worldly pleasures, something else is there guarding your entrance into the blissful beyond. 

Your mouth opens to speak, to ask, but as soon as you find the words, his cock is the only thing on your lips. The never-ending build of pleasure fuels your every movement, content to memorize every last ridge with the gentle trace of your tongue. 

How long you teased him, only your sore mouth can tell as he pulls from you with a pop. A whimper leaves your pouting, chapped lips, eyes too locked on the bulging veins on his cock to notice the one on his forehead. 

“Just fuck me, Silco! Use me! I’m yours. P-please!” you beg, almost at the point of tears, your body screaming for his touch. 

“Who am I to resist such succulent temptation?” He rises to his full height, towering over you with darkness obscuring the finer details of all but the inner flame of his corrupt eye. 

Strong hands guide your knees to your chest until you struggle to hold the position and start to crumple, head over heels. This was part of the plan as well, it seems. He pins you like that, straddling your hips, knees pushing into the soft mattress for support as he crouches. 

His cock lies hot and heavy across your ass, leaving a trail of sticky precum as he aligns it with your flower. Velvety head slips across slick folds, and you hardly recognize the wanton whimper that escapes your swollen lips as it brushes against your clit. With each thrust, the tip threatens to slip inside, driving you mad with each carefully measured failure. 

“Are you sure you can take me?” he asks sweetly.

You know he can feel the tremor in your thighs. See the way you open for him, and clench upon deceit. Yet, through the slick noises of his cock sliding along your folds, he asks. 

“Yes!” you gasp, “Yes, yes, ye–!”

He pushes in slowly, the tip stretching you more than anything you’ve taken before. Something inside you screams to break, cord so taut its tune is near inaudible. Ears ringing, body thrumming to every minute twitch, you plead and beg for more.   

No combination of sounds or words sways his movements, always giving you more time than you deem necessary to adjust until he’s nestled deep inside, one large hand on either cheek, holding your pussy to him like the fuck toy you are. 

The quiver in your legs spreads to your hands as yet another wave of a climax denied leaves you pulsating around his cock, begging for more. 

“Good girl, take all of me,” he purrs.

Through the small window his body makes before he slides back into your greedy cunt, you see his face get a little more ruined with each thrust. Hair falling forward, sweat beading down his temples, a small quiver in his thighs, the glimpse of chipped teeth through his open, panting mouth, the far-away, feral look in his mismatched eyes as he grows ever harder. You love all of it. All of him. Inside of you and without.  

“Your cock–hnn–belongs in me,” the words slip out of your mouth as you think them, brain so close to bliss you’re surprised you can speak at all.

Silco can only growl in response, pounding into you ever faster, chasing his pleasure. 

There’s a constant tremble in your legs now, with a stream of whimpering moans pushed out of you as he reaches unclaimed depths within. Chipped teeth bared, his breathing ragged, hips snapping, losing all their grace as he starts to unravel. 

Losing himself in the storm, his head leans on the mattress as a third support while his claws dig into you. With one last thrust, he pulls you flush against him, cock buried so deep inside you can feel the pulse of him throughout your entire body as he comes. 

Almost whimpering as he rocks his cock deep inside of you, his hips twitch as he comes down from the high. When he begins to pull out, you protest, clenching around him with all of your might. His hand smacks your ass playfully, and the delicious sting distracts you long enough for him to pull free, past the point you had any hope of holding onto anything but his seed filling you with a tingly warmth. 

Disappointment starts to nestle into your chest, but it only takes one look at his devilish face to know the night isn’t over. 

“Open wide,” he commands, teal eye glinting mischievously in the moonlight. 

Your body obeys before your mind can process, opening your mouth with the tip of your tongue resting just past your bottom lip. Silco doesn’t keep you guessing for long, tilting your hips forward. It’s not just your mouth he means, you realize. Releasing your muscles, his cum drips from your flower into your open mouth. 

The salty sweetness of his release coats your tongue in an otherworldly warmth. Your eyelids bat close as you swallow, the heat enveloping your stomach, and before long, your whole body is burning with desire. His cock twitches at the sight, retaining every last bit of hardness, and with a proud, lopsided grin pulling his scarred cheek upward, he speaks. 

“Since you have been such a good little slut, I think it’s time I let you come, don’t you?” 

In a flash, he rotates you, head now right-side-up and resting on the mattress. He’s quick to cage you in, even faster to catch your lips in a passionate kiss as he settles in between your legs. One hand holds your legs high on his hip as he grinds the head of his cock against your stiff little clit, your hips canting with each pass. 

“I want to see you fall, my angel,” he breathes into your ear, his damned voice still echoing in your mind as he parts you again, pushing into you with little resistance. 

You sigh in relief, feeling him fill you again. Somehow he feels like home. Your hands trail down his torso and cup his small ass, pulling him impossibly deep. 

Sweat-slick bodies stick to each other, your hips bucking, cock reaching just the right spot inside, clit grinding against his abdomen. The edges of your vision fade to black, leaving only lust and want to guide yourself over the edge. You almost expect it to keep climbing to unknown heights, unable to pass whatever barrier has held you together until now. 

Fantastically wrong, the tides carry you away so strong you can only cling to Silco as you ride out your long-awaited pleasure. Tears sting your eyes, and the overstimulation sets your body ablaze, but you continue to chase it. Rocking hips give way to another climax, and you cry out his name, hands shaking. 

Silco’s strong, slender arms wrap around you, holding your quivering body tightly to him, hands gently massaging your back while he whispers words of affirmation to softly catch you as you fall from the heights of ecstasy. 

So warm is his embrace that you drift into sweet unconsciousness to the dulcet tones of his voice.

“My beautiful, fallen angel…”

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[tcartcommunity]

Defining Art in Relation to Community Engagement

Meghan Duval

For seven weeks I have sat in my Community Engagement class and week after week, I have learned about one impactful and community changing group after another: Arte, JIE, BXARTS Factory, Broadway Advocacy Coalition, Laundromat Project, etcetera.  Each story about the process and product of the work is as impressive and inspiring as the one before.  Within the room as the narratives progress, there is no doubt about the positive ending. Yet, it occurs to me that with all our expertise and belief, we have failed to clearly define the mechanism in action that delivers these reliable outcomes.  Ever since I read bell hooks, all about love, in which she defines the illusive and amorphous topic, I have been a convert to the power of definitions.  Hooks, says, “Our confusion about what we mean when we use the word “love” is the source of our difficulty in loving. If our society had a commonly held understanding of the meaning of love, the act of loving would not be so mystifying.”  What if our society had a commonly held understanding of art?  How would that shift our relationship with the arts?  Would art class be guaranteed to be among the core instead of the extra curriculum?  Would community arts organizations be amongst the first and not the last line items to get funded?

Defining art has been the mission of philosophers and artists for centuries.  So, I am empathetic to the confusion.  Luckily, during the week I also sit in another class: Philosophies of Art in Education.  In that class we have come to the work of Alva Noe.  Noe offers a definition of art equal to hooks’ definition of love.  I summarize Noe’s definition as: art is that object or experience which offers us an opportunity to realize ourselves as creative. Noe bases his definition in the making of meaning by observing a work of “art.” I like to extend it beyond the limitations of art viewing and apply it as broadly as possible.  The definition may sound simple, but it is immensely clarifying.  Art is that which reveals us to ourselves to be creators.  Let’s look at another definition, from Oxford Languages online: to create: to bring into existence.  Thus, we can say that art is that which enables us to bring into existence objects and experiences.  And one more definition, Webster’s online dictionary defines power as: an ability to act or produce an effect.  I hope it is becoming clear where we are going. Art offers us the experience of being powerful.  The power may be limited to our object of creation, a moment in time or even just over a thought.  Yet, in a world in which we are barraged daily via our various technologies with images and realities over which we have little to no influence, one can imagine how satisfying it is to have even a little experience of power.  Now extend the experience to the incarcerated, marginalized and overlooked communities and imagine what a difference it can make to experience one's power no matter how contained. 

It is here that we have to ask ourselves the most important question:  Is our cultural ambiguity about the value of the arts with its commensurate requirement to constantly plead art's case due to our confusion or our clarity? Perhaps we know that art in all its various forms is empowering, and we simply do not want to meet the consequences of that part of the definition.

[dear-indies]

Hi lovelies. I'm hoping you could please help me with finding an under 30 cis female face claim. She needs to have blue eyes please, but I would really love someone who is biracial or poc/white please. I definitely do not want the typical blonde hair blue eyes or Katie McGrath/Alex Daddario type thing. Someone underappreciated would be great, please and thank you :)

Women of colour with light eyes:

Hayley Law (1992) Afro Caribbean / White.

Kahara Hodges (1994) Navajo, African American, Mexican, White.

Mimi Elashiry (1995) Egyptian / White.

Yumi Lambert (1995) 1/4 Japanese.

Havana Rose Liu (1997) Chinese / White - is pansexual.

Zolee Griggs (1997) African-American.

Kiana Ledé (1997) African-American / Mexican and White - is pro Palestine!

Sonia Ammar (1999) Tunisian [Amazigh and Corsican] / White.

Isa Briones (1999) Filipino / White.

Ava Allan (2002) Egyptian Jewish / White.

White women with light eyes:

Beatrice Grannò (1993)

Millie Brady (1993)

Jessica Green (1993)

Morgan Kohan (1993)

Lucy Dacus (1995) - is queer - is pro Palestine!

Violett Beane (1996)

Clara McGregor (1996)

Lauren McQueen (1996)

Lauren Jauregui (1996) Cuban [Spanish, possibly other], likely some Basque - is bisexual - is pro Palestine!

Megan Cusack (1996)

Mary Mouser (1996)

Ruth Codd (1996) - is a leg amputee.

Giorgia Whigham (1997)

Sierra McCormick (1997)

Alva Bratt (1998)

Annalise Basso (1998)

Ally Ioannides (1998)

Nell Tiger Free (1999)

Kenna Sharp (1999) - is pro Palestine!

Jessica Alexander (1999) - is bisexual - is pro Palestine!

Esme Creed-Miles (2000)

Odessa A'zion (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish - is pro Palestine!

Zoe Colletti (2001)

Hey anon! I've said in before asks that I'm horrible with telling eye colour so here's people with light / maybe blue eyes. I'm a little confused by the "who is biracial or poc/white please" part but I might just be reading that wrong so here are suggestions for women of colour and also white women!