#Black and grey roses with white accents

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Noir buys Hobie a bouquet from his universe and Hobie, who has never been given flowers before, gets weak in the knees cause a bouquet of monochrome roses is the most metal thing he's ever seen in his life

[invernom]

What about a favorite aesthetic?

I guess my main aesthetic is a dark forest garden kinda vibe? Like an elegant, grown-up gothic fairytale type of look.

[pearlprincess02]

style guide: ARIES EDITION

ARIES RISING

rihanna - jupiter in 1st house, james dean - uranus & chiron & north node in 1st house, kendall jenner, miuccia prada - sun & north node in 1st house, barbra streisand - sun & mercury in 1st house, penélope cruz - sun & mercury in 1st house, cardi b - moon in 1st house, sophie turner - moon & venus & part of fortune in 1st house, amber rose - moon & juno in 1st house, nikki reed, shakira - chiron in 1st house, stevie nicks - north node in 1st house, vinnie hacker - ceres in 1st house,

style aesthetic: bold & dramatic, leather chic, modern minimalism, rockstar vibes, athleisure luxe, metallic accents, animal prints, vintage with a twist, unexpected mixes, sunglasses as statement pieces, red, orange, and black

ARIES VENUS

marilyn monroe - venus in 9th house, audrey hepburn - venus in 1st house, elizabeth taylor - venus in 4th house, mariah carey - venus in 12th house, lady gaga - venus in 11th house, gigi hadid - venus in 12th house, rihanna - venus in 12th house, jennifer aniston - venus in 6th house, shakira - venus in 12th house, cristiano ronaldo - venus in 3rd house, gigi hadid - venus in 12th house, keira knightley - (unknown), cate blanchett - venus in 11th house, melanie martinez - venus in 5th house, tyler, the creator - venus in 9th house, sarah jessica parker - venus in 11th house, eva longoria - venus in 5th house, janet jackson - venus in 5th house, millie bobby brown - venus in 8th house, suga - (unknown), sarah michelle gellar - (unknown), madison beer - venus in 11th house, helena bonham carter - (unknown), gal gadot - (unknown), emma chamberlain - venus in 3rd house,

style aesthetic: confident & playful, bold & romantic, leather with lace, athletic luxe, fiercely feminine, metallic accents, graphic prints, tailored pantsuits, bold blazers, vintage with a modern twist, bold jewelry, statement sunglasses, and eye-catching hats, gold, silver, red, orange, and hot pink!

ARIES MIDHEAVEN

tyra banks - moon & mars & chiron in 10th house, kayne west - venus & mars & chiron & part of fortune in 10th house, angelina jolie - jupiter & chiron & ceres in 10th house, céline dion - moon & mars & saturn & north node in 10th house, cameron diaz - chiron in 10th house, julia roberts - north node & lilith in 10th house, sharon tate, meghan markle, the weeknd - pallas & part of fortune in 10th house, jessica lange - sun & mercury & venus & mars & north node & part of fortune in 10th house, jennette mccurdy - moon & mars & juno in 10th house, danielle fishel - sun & mercury & venus & mars & chiron in 10th house, kate moss - mars & chiron in 10th house, cindy crawford,

style aesthetic: tailored suits, sharp blazers, crisp shirts, bold statement necklace, a brightly colored pocket square, a unique pair of shoes, bold eyewear, orange, black, white, grey, red power suit, a red statement scarf, and red accents

VENUS IN 1ST HOUSE

selena gomez - venus in leo, elizabeth II - venus in pisces, kourtney kardashian - venus in pisces, beyoncé - venus in libra, katy perry - venus in sagittarius, zayn malik - venus in pisces, angelina jolie - venus in cancer, cameron diaz - venus in cancer, nabilla benattia - venus in capricorn, audrey hepburn - venus in aries, blake lively - venus in virgo, anna nicole smith - venus in libra, avril lavigne - venus in scorpio, jude law - venus in sagittarius , rachel mcadams - venus in scoprio, halsey - venus in scoprio, doja cat - venus in scorpio, priyanka chopra - venus in gemini, olivia rodrigo - venus in capricorn, nina dobrev - venus in sagittarius, madison bailey - venus in pisces, damiano david - venus in aquarius, maggie lindemann - venus in cancer, elle fanning - venus in pisces, olivia holt - venus in virgo, mina - venus in aries, sophie turner - venus in aries, isaac mizrah - venus in virgo,

style aesthetic: flowy fabrics, pastel colors, silk fabrics statement jewelry, natural textures, well-fitting clothes, minimal makeup, unique color combinations, unexpected layering, vintage pieces, bold statement piece, a head-to-toe monochromatic look, eye-catching earrings, handcrafted pieces, unique materials, a touch of lace, soft pinks, baby blues, lavenders

NEPTUNE IN 1ST HOUSE

kim kardashian - neptune in sagittarius, paris hilton - neptune in sagittarius, kylie jenner - neptune in capricorn, ariana grande - neptune in capricorn (conj. asc), scarlett johansson - neptune in capricorn, eminem - neptune in sagittarius (conj. asc), nicole kidman - neptune in scorpio, marilyn monroe - neptune in leo (opp. moon), damiano david - neptune in aquarius (conj. venus & tri. moon), björk - neptune in scorpio (conj. asc), nelly furtado - neptune in sagittarius (conj. asc), perrie edwards - neptune in capricorn (conj. asc), dave franco - neptune in capricorn (conj. asc), river phoenix - neptune in scorpio (opp. moon), lil peep - neptune in capricorn (opp. moon), lorde - neptun in capricorn (tri. moon), sofia richie - neptune in capricorn (tri. moon),

makeup style: dreamy & ethereal, soft washes of color, shimmery textures,  makeup uses cool tones, metallics, glitter, glowing skin, lightweight foundations, highlighter for a natural glow, graphic eyeliner designs, whimsical lashes, soft & natural lips, smoky eyes with a twist, smoky purples, teals, touch of silver, lavender, muted purples, blues, greens soft pinks, peaches

@pearlprincess02

[golbrocklovely]

hunger // colby brock

A/N: this may or may not be based on a daydream i've had for a while. or honestly, a fic that i would love to write a whole story to but probably never will. vampire colby will always be my favorite. hope yall enjoy and lmk what you think ! happy haunting !

prompt: you wake up in an unfamiliar place. seeking shelter inside of a castle, you suddenly realize that everyone you know is a vampire, and you are the only human around. no one is going to save you, especially not the prince. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, waking up in an alternative universe, you and snc are/were friends, and now… they don't know who you are, vampire!prince!colby, blood drinking, mentions of manipulation powers (but they don't work on you), being aggressively manhandled a bunch, you are treated like shit by everyone for the most part, weird flirting???, overall some sexual undertones, passing out/almost dying, twist ending?

word count: 2970

I was running as hard and as fast as I could through the thick forest. I had no recollection of how I got here. The last thing I remember was going to bed, then suddenly I awoke surrounded by trees as far as my eyes could see. I wasn't even in the same clothes I went to sleep in. I was now in an off-white dress that stopped just above my knees, sprinting bare foot through the woods. I could hear voices around me, almost getting closer any time I would stop. It's like they were toying with me, forcing me to run any time I felt like stopping. My feet were on fire, most likely bleeding, but I couldn't stop. I knew that if I did, I would be done for.

I would have screamed out for help, but it almost felt as if doing that would draw attention to me; attention that would get me sooner killed rather than saved.

I squinted up ahead, a clearing coming into view. A huge dark grey building of some sort was getting closer. All I had to do was get to it and maybe I would be safe.

I prayed that this was a dream, and I would soon wake up, but as the cuts in my feet told me otherwise. This was no dream. This was real, and I just needed to keep going.

I finally rested against a tree for a moment right at the edge of the building's property. As I caught my breath, I realized this was no ordinary building - it was a castle. Stone walls rose high into the sky, tiny windows adorning the tops of the towers. The doors to the castle were unguarded, at least from the outside, and the big iron doors beckoned me in. Seeking shelter or help was my only option. I knew staying in the forest wasn't safe. But something in me churned at the thought of what could be beyond the castle walls.

I trudged over to the doors slowly, glancing around me. No one was in sight, and I couldn't hear anything from outside to indicate there was life inside. But there had to be.... right?

I grabbed the handle, pulling open the door with all of my might. Medal cranking noises sounded off, reverberating inside the room. I stepped in and closed the door, turning around. No one was there. Not even a whisper of a soul.

I walked up the carpet that led to a thrown, embellished in gold and black accents. The plush carpets felt amazing against my sore feet. I observed the massive room, noting the other doorways and stairs leading to who knows where else in the castle. The marble floor sparkled in the light coming in through the stained-glass windows. There were gorgeous paintings hanging along the walls, assumingly of past rulers. What was odd was how almost gruesome the paintings were - depicting beheadings and blood and gore. Not only that, but every single ruler had red eyes. Some even had blood dripping from their mouths.

One painting in particular caught my eye. It looked recent, and the man was sitting on the same thrown in this room. His was not as gruesome as the others, but something in his eyes was colder than all the rest. He didn't have to have the blood or gore to come across as scary. He just was. But his face... it looked eerily familiar to someone I knew. Someone that was my friend.

There was no way it could have been him. It had to be someone else.

"Hello, precious child." A voice rang out sinisterly, causing chills to run up my spine.

I spun around, my eyes landing on a man. He was tall with dark hair, and his clothing was formal and royal in dark blues and blacks. His eyes were almost neon red. His wicked smile gleamed in the light; fangs sharp as knives glaring back at me.

That couldn't be right...

"Boo." Another man's voice whispered behind me. I jumped, ready to scream, but a hand covered my mouth. An arm wrapped around me tightly, almost taking the air out of me as he squeezed. The person holding me laughed maniacally, finding it hilarious as I struggled against his hold. He was taller than me as well, and from the corner of my eye I could see his dark red hair hitting his shoulder as he held me.

"Now, now, Theo. You know how he will feel about us playing with our food." The man in front of me stated nonchalantly, slowly walking towards us.              

"But Alek... she smells so good. It was so much fun chasing her outside," Theo snickered behind me. He pressed his nose against my neck, breathing in my scent deeply. "God, what I would do for a bite of her right now."

"I know it was, but you know what Samuel will say." Alek rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips, "And not to mention what he'll tell the prince."

"Screw them both! We found her first. We get first dibs." Theo growled bitterly, gripping me harder.

"Her fear is palpable.... that makes her blood all the more yummy." Alek's eyes danced across my body, his gaze lingering on my neck. "I not only thirst for your blood, sweetheart, but you.... have made me lascivious."

"Fuck you!" I spat, thrashing forward in Theo's arms.

Alek reeled back and slapped me, my face almost slamming into Theo's shoulder. "What a depraved mouth on such a tiny, little thing. For that alone I should drain you dr-"

"Are you two done yet? Because it is exhausting hearing you speak sometimes." Another voice cut through, sounding all too familiar.

All our heads turned towards one of the entrances. Standing there in all his glory, was Sam. My friend. But he looked... very different. He was a vampire, much like Theo and Alek. His hair was slicked back, and his clothing was similar to theirs, except in red and black with silver accents. His eyes were on me, but there was no sign he knew who I was.

My eyes widened at the sight of him, my breath hitched in my throat. "S-Sam?"

He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow at my voice. "How informal of you." He glanced at Theo and Alek, "Release her."

Theo's arms dropped me, my body almost crashing to the floor. Sam suddenly appeared in front of me, his hands grabbing at my wrists. He kept me close as he looked into my eyes. He searched my face for something, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"What is your name?" He asked calmly.

I thought for a moment of saying it but held my tongue. I grimaced at him, remaining silent.

"Oh, so now the wench has no words?" Alek snapped, grunting behind me.

"If I were you, I would be more like her." Sam narrowed his eyes at them both, "You as well, Theo."

"What did we do?" Theo barked, whining.

He blinked, annoyed. "You had plans to hide her away and feast upon her. You know the rules. The prince gets first taste."

"But we hunted her down. We found her in the forbidden forest." Alek argued, his voice hanging like venom in the air.

"And you allowed her into the castle when you should have been standing guard. You let a human in just to be food. We do not run our kingdom like that anymore." He gazed over at Theo, his voice just as pointed, "And your little comment, Theo… you are lucky King Henrik is not around. That sass alone would have gotten you beheaded instantly."

"May he rest in peace." The men behind me mumbled.

Sam finally turned back to me, a polite smile that did not reach his eyes resting on his face. "Where are my manners? My apologies. We were having a conversation. Now again, what is your name?"

I turned my head away, not knowing what else to do.

Sam hummed, his one hand leaving my arm. He brushed a finger against my turned cheek, forcibly turning my head back to him. "I'm doing everything in my power to remain kind to you. Don't push your luck."

"Fuck. You." I whispered harshly, a quiet tear streaming down my face. I didn't even realize I was close to crying, or that tears had welled up at all.

"You have guts, sweetheart. Too bad those with guts are killed first." Sam spoke softly, but with a vicious tongue. "The prince will be here shortly. Hold her."

Theo and Alek each took an arm of mine, holding me tightly. I tried to shake them off, to no avail. In a loud booming noise, the doors behind the thrown opened widely. A tall man walked through; his head held high. His eyes narrowed at the sight of all of us. Royal garb adorned his body, all black with gold detailing. As my eyes fell upon his face, my mouth gaped at him. It was Colby.

"What the fuck?" I uttered, stunned.

"Is that the only word you know how to say?" Colby questioned coolly. He stopped in front of me, taking all of me in for a moment. "Ever since you stepped foot into my castle, all I've heard from that pretty mouth of yours is 'fuck'."

"Bow before the prince, harlot." Theo hissed.

They dropped me onto my knees, forcing me down. My knees banged against the marble floor, a wince falling from my lips.

Alek snickered, getting low and near my ear. "Right where all human women belong."

Alek suddenly began to choke, his hold and Theo's letting me go. I picked my head up to see Colby choking him, his hand tightening to an almost death grip around Alek's throat. He looked bored, glancing around the room unamused. "I am exhausted by the two of you and your crude comments. Not only did you hunt this poor girl for sport, but now you have left me with no other choice but to use my powers on her or take her life. Cleaning up your fuck ups is the last thing I want to be doing."

"But sir, she just-!" Alek gurgled out.

"Speak another word and I will snap your neck like a toothpick, so help me God. Do you understand me?" Colby's cold voice made the hairs on my body stand on end.

"Yes, Prince Cole." Both Alek and Theo nodded.

Colby released Alek, his attention turning back to me as if he hadn't just choked out a man. "Now.... let me get a good look at you."

He bent down, his hand cupping my face gently. His gentle touch surprised me, my eyes fluttering. He studied me, his striking blue eyes taking me in.

"How come your eyes are blue?" I inquired lowly.

I heard Sam let out a soft laugh, Theo and Alek remaining silent.

An almost smile came to his lips. "My eyes are only red when I'm hungry. But I also have a lot of strength so I'm able to hide when I am hungry."

"Are you... hungry?" I gulped.

"I knew the moment you stepped into my castle because of the cuts on your feet. So yes, I am very hungry, darling." He gazed directly into my eyes, a sort of playful tone I was used to coming through. "Why, are you offering?"

My cheeks heated up from his intense stare. Dear heaven above, this was not the time to be blushing!

"You always knew how to make the ladies swoon, Prince Cole," Sam teased jokingly. "Maybe you can get her to say her name."

He turned his gaze back to me. "You haven't said your name yet? Why is that?"

"Is it really all that important if you plan to kill me?" I remarked rudely.

"I don't have to kill you. That's a last resort option," he replied sincerely. "So, why don't you tell me your name?"

"After everything I just went through, I'd rather not." I deadpanned.

Colby's gaze caught mine, his eyes flashing red. "Tell me your name, now."

I felt an electric surge course through my body when our eyes met, something deeper than just surface level. I could almost feel him in my body, in my soul, for a moment. But once the current dissipated, I was left still not wanting to say my name.

"No." I dissented.

All the men around me stepped back, mumbling incoherently. For the first time since he came into the room, Colby looked startled. Almost scared.

"How is that possible?" Sam questioned, amazed.

Theo whispered. "Witchcraft."

"There's no way your powers didn't affect her!" Alek exclaimed.

"Quiet," Colby hushed everyone, scooping me up firmly. He pushed me onto his throne, barricading me in with his arms. His eyes narrowed as he glared down at me. "How were you able to do that?"

"Do what?" I gasped.

"Block my powers. I come from the longest living vampire lineage in history, spanning thousands of years, and somehow.... my powers have no effect on you." He scanned me once again, his eyes lingering longer on my exposed skin. "You are nothing more than a human."        

"Lucky break, I guess." I sneered.

Colby scowled; his voice low. "Don't play cute with me, darling. You will not survive if anymore quips fall from your mouth. I am a patient man, but an indignant ruler."

"I don't know! I don't even know how the fuck I got here! I woke up in the forest and ran from those two lunatics and now I'm here getting berated by a bunch of vampires! You tell me how this make sense." I ranted, getting close to his face.

Sam chimed in. "Cole, she might be telling the truth."

"There's no way. Clearly she is a witch of some type. Or has her own abilities that are somehow stronger than mine. She might be a spy from our opposition." Colby argued, gesturing towards me.

"So, our only option... is the last resort." Sam breathed, glancing at me hesitantly.

I was going to die. There was no way around it.

Theo whined, "If you're going to kill her, can we please have a bite of her, sir? We are the ones that caught this intruder and-"

"You were the ones that let her in!" Colby thundered, his eyes red.

I jumped out of the throne, running towards the open doors behind me. I barely got close, being taken suddenly into Colby's strong arms.

I screamed, pleading with him. "No! Please let me go! I'm not a spy! I- Please!"

"There's no use fighting me, sweetheart. This is the only option left." He spoke calmly.

I shook in his arms, doing my best to fight against his hold. "Please don't do this to me! No, Col-"

"I will make it painless and quick if you want." He assured.

I raged, thrashing back and forth in his arms. "Fuck you! Let me go!"

He pulled my hair so my neck was on full display for him to bite into. "What a pity. I'm sorry, sweet girl. There is no other way."

Colby's teeth sunk deeply into my neck, my body freezing against his. The shock of the bite sent my body into overdrive, tears flowing down my cheeks as I begged for my life.

Sam, Theo, and Alek watched as Colby drank from me slowly. Theo and Alek glared but gazed at my neck hungrily. Sam observed, a sad expression coming across his red eyes.

Colby pulled away from my neck with a sharp inhale, an almost moan. "Oh Lord, her blood is divine. Unlike anything I've had before."

He plunged his teeth back into my neck, my eyes drooping from the blood loss. He sped up his motions, draining me faster. I kept trying to fight, but my limbs grew stiff and tired. My tears had slowed down and my voice wasn't as loud as it once was. I was inching closer to death. Black dots filled my vision.

"Please, Colby. Stop." I whispered, my breaths extremely shallow and labored.

He froze at the sound of his name. He removed his mouth from my neck, spinning me around in his arms. The world doubled, tripled, in my vision. My head whirled as I felt like I was falling.

He brought me down to the floor softly, cupping my face just like he had before. "What did you call me? Say it again, darling. Say it!"

"C-Colby. Pleaseeee." I slurred, my eyes unable to stay open.

The last thing I saw were his blue eyes, deeply worried about me.

~~~

"Take her to my bedroom, call Magnus. Tell him to heal her, quickly. Now! And if you harm a hair on her head, I'll stake you where you stand." Cole ordered, glaring daggers into Theo's eyes.

Theo took Y/N into his arms, running her up to Prince Cole's room hastily. Alek followed suit, disappearing with him.

Samuel grabbed onto Cole's shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. "She called you... Colby. But the only person that ever called you that was-"

"My mother. And she passed when I was a child. There's no way anyone knew of that name, but her." Cole's breathing picked up, his mind racing a million miles a second.

"Do you think this is the sign she meant to send you? She told you all those years ago she would send someone just for you." Samuel responded, looking into Cole's eyes.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Cole was unsure. And he would never admit it to anyone, but he was petrified too. "I-I don't know. But I have to find out."

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Symbols I would be making sure were present (or adding) if I were producing the Six of Crows TV show

(Btw I’ve been writing my own script for a bit of fun since the cancellation news so if anyone wants to see that I’ll tag you, and the save S&B petition is also on my page if anyone wants the link)

EDIT: Sorry I should’ve put this I forgot; SA reference warning for the second point, nothing explicit but in talking about Inej’s experiences and the experiences of women in Greek mythology 🖤

FLOWERS. I want geraniums on the Exchange balcony from chapter 2 and I want reference to the geraniums at 19 Burstradt, I want Matthias the big brooding yellow tulip contrasted with the red tulips laid on his chest and in the water after his death, I want crocuses at the Hoede manor, I want jurda blossoms in Jesper’s flashbacks and maybe Kaz’s too (and probably crocuses in his), I want geraniums hidden all over the caravan and circus tent in Inej’s flashbacks, I want wild flowers in Wylan’s hands on the way to St Hilde’s that get discarded in the lobby, I want wisteria growing outside St Hilde’s, I want blue tulips painted on the floor tiles at St Hilde’s, I want white roses all over Nina’s room in Ketterdam and I want to hear the comment about how all the flowers at the White Rose are perfumed by hand, I want a cascade of geraniums falling all over Kaz and Inej as they tumble of Goedmed Bridge, I want lavish flower arrangements at the Menagerie accented by peacock feathers, I COULD TALK ABOUT THE FLOWER SYMBOLISM IN THESE BOOKS FOR YEARS I WANT IT NOTICED LET’S GO

BIRDS. I want crows, I want pigeons, I want nightingales (that one’s my personal addition but oh boy do I have reasons; Nightingales are a symbol of immortality in literature and could be painted on the tiles at St Hilde behind the wisteria for all the same symbolic reasons the wisteria’s there; in Greek mythology Philomela prayed to the gods to escape her Tereus, who had raped her and intended to kill her, and they turned her into a nightingale, representing freedom and imprisonment at the same time because she’d lost who she was so this wasn’t true freedom DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY I NEED A NIGHTINGALE TO CROSS THE SCREEN WHILST INEJ CONTEMPLATES HAVING COMMITTED MURDER AND HER PERSONAL MORAL AND RELIGIOUS IMPLICATIONS OF THAT!!?? I’m going crazy), I want more emphasis on the bird cage in Heleen’s office because in its three seconds of screen time in season one I was SOLD on how genius it was, I want peacocks EVERYWHERE, I want to be so committed to the birds vibe that we can start throwing in a whole load of new birds for other symbolism!! Let’s have owl symbolism around Wylan and Jesper, let’s have heavy emphasis on Nina as the little red bird, let’s talk about the nightingale again because I’m obsessed

KOMEDIE BRUTE. I have talked before about how I think the costumes each character wears are symbolic and directly linked to their arc but it was a long time ago and I updated it a few times based on replies so if anyone wants a full updated version of my thoughts on that lemme know, I also wrote a thing about how I think Mr Crimson could possibly be an omen of death so again if anyone’s interested let me know - I’ll either tag you or write a post fully involving all my Komedie Brute thoughts. I want Nina as the lost bride, Wylan and Inej in matching grey imp costumes, Kaz in the madman’s mask, Jesper and Matthias as Mr Crimson, all of them as Mr Crimson with a black tear in their masks, silver coins thrown all over the staves, costume shops on Ketterdam streets. I want Jackal masks and Drüskelle “costumes” in plain view on market stalls and in shop windows, and as an add on to that I want references to Nina’s fake Kefta being Kerch-made and uncomfortable to wear.

PURPLE. I want purple stadwatch uniforms, I want purple kruge notes, I want purple decor in the Geldrenner, I want purple silks in Inej’s flashbacks.

TREES. I want so many reminders that trees are sacred to Fjerdans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has already been done really well in the show but I would want to maintain it; I want to see Matthias praying when Wylan fells the tree before the Ice Court heist, I want his indignation over the relevance of the sacred ash tree, I want to see the look on Nina’s face when she realises Brum has walked her all the way around the sacred ash instead of crossing underneath it (at the time she thinks it’s because she’s pretending to be a prostitute but later we understand it’s because she’s Grisha and I know we couldn’t have had Nina’s internal thoughts in this scene even though I wish we could have but we can still have hints!!!)

SEALS AND STAMPS. I want to see a blue wax seal with a peacock feather pattern, a black seal with a crow, a pale green stamp for the bank, a purple stamp for government correspondence, I want a stack of letters with unbroken red seals with a laurel wreath crest hidden under Wylan’s mattress.

RELIGIOUS SYMBOLS. Ok there’s loads we could say here but specifically I want “rich as saints in crowns of gold” contrasted with “if it was worth anything Heleen would have taken it. But this is just a simple token of faith that my mother stitched”, I want the imagery of Ghezen contrasting the imagery of the Saints contrasting the imagery of Djel, and I so so badly want “Djel is the god of life, not death”

[making-your-fave-in-fr]

I made the rest of the main toons from Dandy's World in Flight Rising!

Prepare yourselves.

F Wildclaw (Common Ice eyes) Cream/Boulder | Latte/Basic | Cream/Underbelly AND F Wildclaw (Common Plague eyes) Cream/Boulder | Latte/Stripes | Obsidian/Ghost

Tanned Rogue Belt, Tanned Rogue Vest, Tanned Rogue Cape AND Tanned Rogue Vest

M Coatl (Dark Sclera Nature eyes) Seafoam/Basic | Black/Basic | Seafoam/Circuit AND M Coatl (Dark Sclera Nature eyes) Pistachio/Basic | Obsidian/Sludge | Obsidian/Opal

Glowing Mint Neck Bow, Green Renaissance Shirt, Posh Pants, Accent: TV Cryptid by AngelSami (same for both)

M Spiral (Common Ice eyes) Carmine/Basic | Seafoam/Basic | Carmine/Runes AND M Spiral (Common Plague eyes) Carmine/Basic | Seafoam/Basic | Obsidian/Flecks

White and Gold Flair Scarf (same for both)

H Dusthide (Innocent Ice eyes) Grey/Ground | Silver/Fissure | White/Basic AND M Dusthide (Innocent Plague eyes) Grey/Ground | Black/Fissure | White/Carnivore

M Mirror (Innocent Ice eyes) Cream/Basic | Mantis/Paint | Pistachio/Runes AND M Obelisk (Common Plague eyes) Obsidian/Slime | Obsidian/Sludge | Cream/Firebreather

Red Rose Flower Crown, Tigerlily Lei, Glowing Gold Clawtips, Seapetal Wing Garland, Larkspur Corsage, Violet Tail Lei AND Red Rose Flower Crown, Tigerlily Lei, Glowing Gold Clawtips, Seapetal Wing Garland, Larkspur Corsage, Violet Tail Lei, Black Linen Chest Wrap, Black Linen Arm Wraps

Bonus: I did Rodger as well, since he's my favourite :)

M Pearlcatcher (Common Ice eyes) Latte/Basic | Black/Blend | Latte/Underbelly AND M Pearlcatcher (Common Plague eyes) Latte/Basic | Black/Blend | Obsidian/Glowtail

Darksteel Glasses, Weary Focus, Pretty Purple Head Bow, Classy Waistcoat, Cyan Flair Scarf, Sinister Dress Shirt AND Darksteel Glasses, Saucer Stare, Pretty Purple Head Bow, Classy Spats, Glamorous Scarlet Spats, Classy Waistcoat, Cyan Flair Scarf, Black Breeches, Sinister Dress Shirt

[saetgvia]

spark | wriothesley

in which you and wriothesley find an unlikely spark.

CHAPTER TWO: ARRANGED

prince!wrio x fem!noble!reader, invented country au

✧ genre: fluff, angst...? maybe...? if you squint...?, arranged marriage trope

✧ tw: usage of damn, if you see anything else lmk <3

✧ word count: 456 words (i'm SO SORRY EWOIHSFOSDL)

✧ playlist: spark - taeyeon, radio - lana del rey, deja vu - txt, darl+ing - seventeen, invu - taeyeon, agora hills - doja cat, killin' me good - jihyo, i like you (a happier song) - doja cat & post malone, fever - enhypen, eleven - ive, hype boy - newjeans, hard to love - rose, sour grapes - le sserafim, oh my god - adele, my head & my heart - ava max, nonsense - sabrina carpenter, the feels - twice, might as well - wayv

✧ pre-reading note: yo uh there might be inconsistencies between this chapter and the last one, the idea for some of this came AFTER the publishing of the prev chapter so uh yeah!

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ii. arranged

He strides in, holding a pot of tea on an ornate silver tray that gleams in the warm light.

'Oh, no!' the queen chuckles. 'He's our teaboy. He quite likes to dress up, my ladies in waiting tell me he's quite the charmer.' You let out a shaky breath. You like the queen, she's sweet and seems to have an excellent relationship with her people. The king, too, is nothing but jovial. If you're to marry Wriothesley, at least his family is nice, and the rumours say he is too.

'No, that's Wriothesley.'

He's more ethereal than you ever could have thought. Ebony hair streaked through with silver and wearing a grey suit accented with a crimson tie, he was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. His smile, radiant enough to light up the whole kingdom, and his sweet dimples that just made him seem all the more handsome. Black studs glinted in both of his ears, giving off the impression of someone tough, but with that grin you couldn't see him as anything other than the sweetheart everyone said he was. And he's walking over to you. Uh-oh.

He takes a seat next to you on the couch, chuckling softly and aplogising for being late. He looks even more ravishing from here, and as he turns to you, you quickly turn around, suddenly very interested in your tea.

'Hello darling. Thought I was going to have to remind you to close your mouth.'

The side eye you give him was devastating. He snickers quietly at your switch up, then speaks in a rich, deep tone.

'Mother, Father, Queen Eliana, King Richard. May I take me bride-to-be on a little walk?'

Your mother giggles daintily, and your father nods his approval. As quickly as he sat down, Wriothesley stands back up and offers you a gloved hand. You take it, and your mother shoots you a glance that's both a warning and a knowing smirk at the same time.

'Shall we?'

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The garden is absolutely dreary. Winter has hit Emeia hard, and the leaves have abandoned the fingers of the trees which arch longingly for summer. Icy white roses still bloom in early winter, and you admire their sweet aroma as you stroll around the path with Wriothesley. He's surprisingly easy to talk to, and you find yourself laughing a lot more than you thought you would, ladylike manners and covering your mouth be damned. It starts getting dark and the cold caress of the breeze makes you shiver. Wriothesley, being the gentleman he is, notices, and offers you his coat.

'No, I'm okay thanks. I think we should head inside then. And... thanks for tonight, Wrio.'

He smiles.

'Wrio, huh? I like that name.'

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a/n: i am so so sorry that this is insanely short but i'm running low on motivation :/ i promise i'll get more out soon even if there's a bunch of short parts pls don't hate me :P

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taglist: @reimiiko, @whiskey-19

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[flusteredfools]

Could we get a peek at y/ns wedding dress & the boys outfits?

You certainly can! I tried to keep it vague in the fic so anyone could imagine whatever style or clothing they'd like but this is what I imagined them all wearing!

Sorry that I got lazy towards the end and didn't color or add textures/patterns to the boy's outfits. (could treat this as a coloring page Lol and color whatever them whatever you'd like XD)

Both boys would wear their Fae hair ornaments and pendants.

Moon helped pull Sun's wild waves into a low ponytail and did his best to comb down the shorter waves near the top to try to make it look more formal.

Sun would be in lighter shades of browns and greys with the darkest piece of his clothing being maroon for his dress jacket.

Moon would be in navy and blacks, looking a bit more gothic than his husband and bride.

Clover's (Y/N) dress is more simple, though it has floral lace and a loft of soft sheer fabric. It would be a very light cream almost white with soft green and white accents. The bouquet would feature flowers from Sun's garden, mostly sunflowers and roses.

Close ups under the cut!

[roselyn-writing]

A/N: I wanna talk about my OC; Simone Decrōnt, Her backstory, and info about her 💜🪻. I wanna beat the writer block badly. 🤜🏻 💫

🪻💜🪻💜🪻💜🪻💜🪻💜🪻💜🪻💜🪻💜🪻.

Name: Simone Decrōnt.

Age: 500 Y.O

Date of birth : 20th February, 730 Y. (Virginian time & year)

Hair: Wavy, Long black hair with purple, fuchsia and magenta chunky highlights.

Eyes: Amethyst (purple)

Birthstone: Amethyst.

Aesthetics: Purple aesthetics, Plum aesthetics, Paris aesthetic, Lilac aesthetics.

Favourite colours: Purple (any shade), White, Vivid pink.

Height: 6’5 (193 cm), even though she is naturally taller, she also wears heels that would make her much more taller than she is (Tall mommy vibes ✨)

Favourite flowers/Roses: Fuchsia flowers, Orchids flowers, purple roses, Orchis simia (monkey orchid). Lilacs, Purple Dahlias, Plum flowers, Allium flowers (purple). Lavender.

Favourite food: Quiche (any type), Beef Bourguignon.

Pastries: Croissants, Macarons, blueberry piee.

Makeup: Purple makeup, Purple lipstick, glitter, purple eyeliner.

Jewelry: Amethyst, and any purple jewellery.

Wardrobe: Mostly purple-themed dresses, clothing, Kimonos, Hanfus, Qiapos, and Marie-Antoinette-themed dresses.

🪻Simone Decrōnt Lore 💜

💜Before Simone was born, A luminous and dazzling violet large moon rose onto the night, illuminating the night for the people with its glamorous violet light.

🪻The people suspected a child of the Amethyst would be born. And it will be the most powerful being in Virginia, if not the realms.

💜The Amethyst is another name for the Celestial called ‘Rajaa’ which means ‘Hope’. Every 500 years she blesses a child to hold enormous power to make a change. Other Virginians know her as ‘The Miracle Wish’.

💜She grants wishes to everyone but if they change for the good first. And everyone is entitled to have one wish only.

💜Simone Decrōnt was born into the Decrōnt house, One of the most prestigious and aristocratic and respected houses in Florenta, West Virginia.

🪻Simone is the Firstborn of Moreilla and H’rien Decrōnt.

💜Simone was born with unusual features, Amethyst eyes, and purple, magenta and fuchsia locks adorned her black hair, while Moreilla has black hair & grey eyes. As for her father, he has heterochromia brown and green eyes and brown hair with a white streak.

🪻The adviser of the Decrōnt house knew that Simone was special, She had a special appearance and type of magic.

💜Simone loves to fence with her sword, The rapier, She turned out to be the best swordswoman in Florenta, and no one managed to beat her.

💜🪻Simone has purple arcane & spiritual magic, She is a potent magic user, The colour of her magic is purple & magenta.

💜Simone eyes glow when she uses her magic.

🪻Simone was titled by the people of Florenta. ‘The Dazzling Swordswoman of Florenta’

🗡️A title she was bestowed when she defeated the legendary Swordsman Count of Monte Cristo aka Edmond Dantès.

💜Her mother, Moreilla Decrōnt, Didn’t like Simone behaving like a man, Fencing, and riding horses, But her father, H’rien Decrōnt managed to convince his wife to let Simone does what she wants.

🪻Simone had a best friend, Her name was Alina Melyn, Simone befriended her when she was bullied by one of the men, Simone luminously defeated him with her dazzling fencing skills. He ran away after this.

💜There was a huge party for King Jean Neidermyer, And everyone in every aristocratic house and royalty, attended that party, including The Decrōnts.

🪻Simone and her family, Moreilla, H’rien, Camille, Chloe, Céline and Alexandre attended King’s party.

💜Simone wore a gorgeous purple dress adorned with gold accents and purple jewels that matched her hair and violet eyes.

🪻Everyone's eyes were on Simone, She was gorgeous, Strong, beautiful, and bold, And she was the center of attention at that party.

💜Upon seeing Simone, King Jean Neidermyer fell in love with her at first sight.

🪻King Jean Neidermyer decided to make his move on her after he introduced himself to her. And she wasn’t interested in him. She ignored him and left for a quieter place in the ballroom.

💜King Jean Neidermyer was frustrated by her. But he decided to calm himself to hold his image in front of the Aristocrats and Royalty, But he couldn’t stop thinking of Simone. He loved her madly.

🪻The king is older than Simone by 13 Years, Simone was 18 and he was 31.

💜Simone fell in love with a lumberjack named George, She often sneaked outside by the farm to go to his village and meet him.

🪻Simone loved George and his family and in return, they loved her too. Despite Simone being a royal and him being a commoner.

💜After months, Simone discovered she was pregnant and she freaked out, but since it is George’s child, She calmed down and vowed to be a good mother to the child.

🪻The king discovered Simone's affair with a commoner man named George, He was angry and he decided to make Simone his.

💜Simone’s Mother, Moreilla knew her daughter was pregnant and she supported her because she loves her daughter no matter what.

🪻She helped Simone during her pregnancy and she asked Sire Aham to help them with this matter, Sire Aham immediately agreed.

💜Sire Aham managed to make King Jean Neidermyer stop bothering Simone.

🪻When Simone gave birth to a healthy baby girl. She wanted to name her Coraline but she couldn’t because King Jean Neidermyer ambushed their House.

💜Her Mother managed to make Simone and her assistant, Merlin escape, While She and her family stayed to fight King Jean Neidermyer and his warriors.

🪻Simone was carrying her daughter while running to the carriage, Merlin was behind her to protect her.

💜Simone and Merlin entered the carriage and the driver immediately drove away.

“Drive us as far as possible!” Simone ordered with urgency.

“Yes, M’lady.” The driver responded.

💜Unfortunately, There were 10 warriors and they stopped the carriage, But Simone and Merlin finished them all.

“Lady Simone!” Merlin began. “We can escape now!”

“We cannot,” Simone uttered desperately.

🪻Simone ran to a big magical willow tree that had a large tree hollow, She gently placed her daughter in there, She took out her family heirloom which was a golden necklace with of dahlia flower logo on it, and draped it around her daughter’s small neck.

“I’m so sorry... Coraline.” Simone sobbed uncontrollably. “I cannot be with you… and I’m really sorry because I cannot watch you grow.” Simone wiped the stubborn tears.

🌲The willow magical tree started to work its magic by closing the hollow, Which Simone’s daughter was inside, Simone wasn’t scared or anything she knew her daughter was safe and the tree teleported her Somewhere safe.

She heard the footsteps of King Jean Neidermyer’s warriors.

The warriors came to Simone. “Come with us! Now!” One of them barked at Simone.

💜Simone looked him in the eye as she pulled her Rapier sword. “Make me,” She coldly shot back.

💜Simone immediately charged at them. She sliced them and diced them like a chain-saw machine. One of the warriors managed to hit her with his axe but she took him down with her.

The scene was bloody, with Mutilated corpses everywhere. Blood everywhere.

🪻Simone managed to take one final glance at the magical tree that teleported her daughter, She smiled as she drifted to an empty abyss that called her to rest. After that, Orchid monkey ‘Orchis simia’ started to grow and circled Simone’s body and the place near it.

“Such a dark fate for Simone Decrōnt.” A voice uttered. As its owner came and towered at Simone’s fallen body. The clothed figure, That unknown person healed Simone with magic and induced her with a sleeping curse, Then teleported her body into a coffin in dark unknown place where her body became her tomb and she dreamed with nothing but her own misery and regrets.

💜Simone’s family went looking for her immediately, Merlin managed to survive the bloody fight and went to ask for help. When they arrived to the place, They only saw the corpses of King Jean Neidermyer’s warriors, Simone is nowhere to be found, Just like she vanished out of thin air.

💜Her family kept looking for her for decades. They even lit purple candles in hope of finding their lost daughter, Simone.

💜Simone’s soul travelled to a world called the netherworld. A dark place where the victims’ souls of the sleeping curse are there.

When people fall under a sleeping curse, their souls travel to a Netherworld, where they reside until awoken. This world is between life and death, However, Even when the curse is broken, sometimes, in sleep, the victims find their way back to that world.

There is a vast, dark world known as the Netherworld, one with a glassy-like floor and a fiery atmosphere dominated by a huge black monster which roams and feeds on the misery of the sleeping curse victims and the blood of the innocent.

Simone slept for 500 years, And one day, Hadi Aepel managed to save her, By killing that nightmarish beast, Thus, He awoken Simone and the other victims from their sleeping curse.

Simone’s Powers/Abilities:

💜Purple arcane magic.

💜Energy Blasts: She can create and shoot powerful energy blasts from her hands.

💜Life-Force/Chakra creation, manipulation and absorption.

💜Spell-casting of various types of magic, arcane magic and mysticism.

💜Teleportation spells.

💜 Force-field Generation.

💜 Immortality.

💜Peak Human Strength/Supernatural.

💜 Shield construction.

💜Psychometry. (Ability to perceive the residual information of an object or a person)

💜 Magic objects.

💜Energy Generation.

💜Platform Creation (User can create platforms, stairs, etc, that can levitate or fly with.)

💜Aura reading.

💜Essence reading.

💜Aging immunity.

💜 Energy-Beam Generation.

💜Explosion inducement.

💜Pain inducement.

💜 Fear inducement.

💜 Magic Wall Generation.

💜Energy Drain.

💜 Magic Drain.

💜Astral projection.

💜Absorption.

💜 Sleep inducement.

💜 Purple Fire Blasts.

💜 Purple Fire Generation.

Elemental magic.

💜Quitessence

💜Purple-fire.

💜Portal creation.

Psionic Abilities

💜Telepathic abilities; mind-reading

💜 Dowsing.

💜Telkinetic and levitation.

💜Clairvoyance.

Natural Abilities

💜High intuition.

💜 Expert swordmanship.

💜 intelligence.

💜 agility.

🪻Inspired By💜

Gwen tennyson, Charmcaster from ben 10 series, Raven Queen from Ever After High. And lastly, Claudia from the dragon prince.

Gifs to explain Simone Decrōnt Powers: (found them in pinterest).

[plutobutartsy]

demon nun x angel club owner <3 they hate their jobs but both agree it's better than retail

ID under cut!

[ID:

Image 1:

A digital drawing of two women.

The first one is thin and tall with sandy skin and some scales here and there. She has thin eyebrows that are arched in a wave-like way, similar to a mime. Her eyes are yellow and snake-like with overly long eyelashes. There is a mole above the right corner of her lip. She is wearing a black and white nun's habit with gold accents and a peaked veil. From her belt hangs a black rosary with a downturned cross and a red gem in the middle. She is holding a rose to her nose while looking up through hooded eyelids.

The second woman is significantly shorter than the first, with dark brown skin and a chubby, yet muscular build. She has round, downturned eyes with grey irises and blond lashes. She wears her blonde hair in a big afro reminiscent of a halo. Her expression is neutral. She is wearing a long grey coat with white fur at the collar (supposed to mimic wings), a light blue crop top that exposes her belly button and happy trail and grey, wide legged pants with pin stripes. You can catch a glimpse of her light blue thong straps sitting anove said pants. Additionally, she is wearing silver hoop earrings, silver rings (one of which is adorned by a blue gem), a big silver cross necklace and black, high-heeled boots. She is also smoking a cigar.

Image 2:

A digital sketch of the same two characters as before. The taller woman (demon) is sitting with her back turned mostly towards the viewer and her face buried in the shorter woman's (angel) chest, who she is hugging tightly. The angel is sitting on the demon's lap and gently stroking her back and hair. Her eyes are closed and she is wearing an indulgent smile.

The angel is wearing a tight fitting shirt, small shorts and big socks, as well as a bonnet on her head. The demon is wearing a looser fitting shirt that exposes more of the scales on her arm and a pair of sweat pants. Without her nun's veil you can see her long, black hair and her straight horns.

There are two speech bubbles;

demon: *sob* it's like, humans don't even appreciate all the work i put into corrupting their morals!

angel: there, there

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[honeysuckletoast]

Here's a brief description of everyone in the academy loop with Alma peregrine when she was a teen. This is how I imagine they look in my Academy fic.

Esmerelda Avocet 

Bird: pied Avocet

Age: late 40’s 

Nicknames:  Esme (most of the Ymbrynes who are older than her and Miss Bunting.) 

Nationality:  English, French 

 Eye color:  smooth vanilla toffee brown with gold flecks. 

Hair color: silvering black (earning her gray hair from jack) 

Hair type: wavy

Hair length:   mid back 

Build: bigger boned but lean. Agile 

Body shape:  hourglass figure. 

Weight: 138.5 pounds. 

Height:   5’7 

Skin color: ivory 

Distinguishing marks: none

Glasses:  yes. gold framed ones that have been fixed in the center twice. 

Scars:  has a bad shoulder scar that not even Miss Bunting knows where she got it. She won't tell anyone. 

Common colors worn:  black, gray, white, dusty rose occasionally. 

Daily outfit: shift, a stay (prefers this to a corset) petticoat underlayer, a black simple skirt with a white  lacy collared slightly puffed long sleeve shirt. Or a dusty pink wrap dress on Sundays. Black  boots with grey stockings,  and a  black cloak when she leaves the loop. Prefers simple clothing. Has a ring on a chain and wears it as a necklace under her clothing. No one knows where she got it or what it's for, not even miss bunting.

Amelia Bunting 

Bird: painted bunting

Age: mid 40’s 

Nicknames:  Lia (miss Avocet) 

Nationality: African American 

 Eye color: spring leaf green 

Hair color: shiny black

Hair type: kinky curls 

Hair length:  when braided would be about mid back. 

Build:  feisty string bean.

Body shape:  rectangle. 

Weight: 112.4 pounds 

Height:   5’3

Skin color: warm brown 

Distinguishing marks:  none

Glasses:  none 

Scars:  has an odd twisted scar on her ankle from walking into a tripwire/ fishing line as a teenager. Few scars from fights with townspeople.

Common colors worn: green, brown, white, mostly brighter colors.

Daily outfit: shift, a stay, petticoat underlayer,  light green and white blouse, a long light green skirt that has flowers of all different sizes embroidered on it. When teaching embroidery and sewing she has each girl embroider a flower onto her skirt as a test, and so her skirt is covered in them from each girl who came and gone through training. Brown boots but prefers going barefoot. Yellow stockings. Her hair in a bun with a green flower  pin 

Other: 

Roisin Gannet

Bird: Northern Gannet

Age: 17 years old. 

Nationality:  Irish 

Eye color: Pale cornflower blue 

Hair color: red 

Hair type: very kinky curly 

Hair length:  to her butt. 

Build: strong build. Very muscular 

Body shape:  hourglass figure 

Weight: 210 pounds 

Height: 6’4

Skin color: very pale white. 

Distinguishing marks:  Freckles, all over her body. Stretch marks.

Glasses: occasionally has used them after long sessions diving (gannets dive head first at ridiculous speeds, trauma to your eyes is snazzy) 

Scars:  has quite a few scars from her brawls, most under her clothing 

Common colors worn: green, blue, browns, greys and creams

Daily outfit: cream colored blue with either a dark green or pale blue skirt.  Corset and shift, Stockings  Black lace up boots and a clover brass pin for her hair to be pulled back.

Other:  has a  baby face, despises it. On the heavier side. 

Enid Finch 

Bird: American Goldfinch

Age: 17 

Nicknames: honeybun (her aunt) 

Nationality: American, English 

 Eye color:  moonlight blue 

Hair color:  light honey blonde. 

Hair type: slightly wavy 

Hair length:  mid back

Build: proportionate build, shaped like a agile dancer. 

Body shape:  triangle 

Weight: 140 pounds 

Height:  5’7

Skin color:   porcelain white skin. 

Distinguishing marks:  stretch marks on only her right thigh, that's it. 

Glasses:  none. 

Scars:  has scars from falling out of trees as a child. 

Common colors worn:  dark red, dark blue, dark green tan dark burgundy 

Daily outfit:  shift, corset and petticoat layer white long sleeve shirt with  red rose accents on the cuffed sleeves.  (Her aunt taught her how to embroider the roses.   Dark red skirt  with black boots with a slightly larger heel than usual for stability. A necklace with a rose on it (family last name is Rosee) from her aunt that also has her father and mothers wedding rings on them. Also had a metal hairpin to put her up into an upsweep

Other:  her aunt is very picky about buttons and looking clean, Enid carries the same  ideas. Her aunt wouldn't let her makeup, but occasionally wore  red lipstick, but stopped once Jack started rumors she was hooking up with random men in town. 

Myron Bentham 

Age:16.5 

Nicknames:  none

Nationality: English 

 Eye color: sandy brown 

Hair color: toffee brown.

Hair type: slightly curly. 

Hair length: Short and styled properly.

Build:  average looking teenager not really muscular that you can see but is a bit strong. 

Body shape:  rectangular. 

Weight: 165 pounds 

Height:   5’10

Skin color: also milky white. 

Distinguishing marks:  none 

Glasses:   has a pair of readers he only wears occasionally 

Scars:  a few from Jack that he doesn't care about, later down the line, one from Cathrine Glassbill he can't stand to look at. He keeps it wrapped up no matter what so he isn't reminded of her. 

Common colors worn: black, grey, white, burgundy

Daily outfit: dressy outfit, a white button up collared shirt always steamed and pressed out nicely. Black pants and a necktie occasionally. Sometimes wears a gray overcoat, mostly outside the loop.  Black leather boots and a brown satchel that he carries a lot of books in, mainly the ones he's reading and then one or two of Catherine's so they can read together in the afternoons. 

Other: 

Cathrine Glassbill

Bird: Barn swallow 

Age: 16 

Nicknames:  Cathy (everyone) Cat (Myron) 

Nationality: Austrian Hungarian

 Eye color:  dark oak brown

Hair color: dark dark brown, nearly black. 

Hair type:  straight 

Hair length:  surprisingly long. Down to her lower back if not braided 

Build:  muscular, mannish

Body shape: pear shape 

Weight: 145 pounds. 

Height:  5’9

Skin color: warm ivory 

Distinguishing marks:  none

Glasses:  none 

Scars:  hand scars from burning herself while cooking.

Common colors worn: dark red, brown, occasionally pink, dark green dark blue. 

Daily outfit: shift, sometimes a corset but prefers a stay to a corset. Light tan wrap dress with brown leaves. Typically has her dark red shawl on her and a brown apron. Dark brown horse riding boots. A necklace Myron gave her as a Christmas gift that has a cat pennant  he made himself (and was very proud of)  hair always braided in one or two braids. 

Other:  mannish looking and flat faced.  Always has her hair in braids, one day she decided to wear it down and everyone thought she was sick or hurt  and couldn't do her hair sense she had never left it down ever. She  never really unbraided it again in fear of causing chaos. 

Jack has taunted her about being so stoic and mannish, but she just kinda stares, nods, and goes back to whatever she's doing. Miss Avocet is still trying to get her to teach Roisin  this strategy.  

Eleanor- Grace Nightjar 

Bird great eared Nightjar (yes, the little dragon looking Nightjar)

Age: 15

Nicknames:  grace (she prefers  her middle name grace over her first name Eleanor.)   Leni (Millie, short for her first name, because when learned grace wasn't her first name she was fascinated. 

Nationality: Scottish, English, French. 

Eye color: pale gray, look blue when you first look at them though. Don't worry, while she's talking to you she will stare into your soul through your eyes unnervingly and you can see the gray hue.

Hair color: dark silvery black 

Hair type: wavy.

Hair length:  to her butt. 

Build: slightly stronger, but thin build 

Body shape: hourglass, leaning more towards pear. 

Weight: 102 pounds. 

Height:  5’6

Skin color: unnaturally pale. Like a sickly pale color

Distinguishing marks: very few freckles. 

Glasses:  needs them, won't wear them. 

Scars:  has multiple scars from picking, has a really bad habit of picking her scabs when she gets nervous. 

Common colors worn: dark grey, black,  dusty dark purple, burgundy occasionally. 

Daily outfit: shift, corset, her petticoat underlayer, dusty violet wrap dress. Black lace up boots  and her security cloak that's dark gray.  A flower hairpin Millie gave her, and a silver necklace from her late brother.  Wears her hair in a tight bun with two pieces framing her face. 

Other:  she sees better in the darkness. At night she's agile  and graceful, in the daylight she's clumsy. Miss Avocet is still trying to find suitable sunglasses for her. 

Jack/Caul 

Bird: Peregrine Falcon 

Age:15

Nicknames:  would probably smack you upside the head for giving him one.    Prick- (Roisin Gannet) 

Nationality: english

 Eye color:  coffee brown 

Hair color: shiny black

Hair type: wavy, fluffy

Hair length:  kept nearly trimmed and styled. 

Build:  pretty lanky, average guy 

Body shape: rectangle. 

Weight: 96 pounds (female pergeines are normally always bigger than male peregrines. This irritates jack to no end as he fears she will be taller than him.)

Height:  5’5 

Skin color: milky white 

Distinguishing marks: slightly crooked nose.

Glasses:  yes, they are gold framed and as he describes them “more elegant than you will all ever be”

Scars:  has multiple scars from him and Roe fighting, and a few from fighting with hawks. Buddy gets a sick kick out for starting fights with nesting hawks and falcons outside the loop. 

Common colors worn:  browns, white, occasionally red. 

Daily outfit: brown trousers with a tan button up shirt. Brown boots and cotton (have to be cotton) socks.  Occasionally a waistcoat that matches his trousers. His hair is styled into a backwards sweep, but never stays down and becomes wavy/fluffier by the end of the day. Usually wears his glasses. He also would never admit it, but kept and still wears a tiny brass pocket watch Alma brought him when she was really young. She stole it from her father when they were thrown out, and even if he depsies her, he keeps it as a reminder of what he deemed “the long gone days when life was still alright.” 

Other: 

Millicent Thrush

Bird: Song thrush 

Age: 14

Nicknames: Millie (everyone) Soleil (Grace) 

Nationality: Dutch, french. Bit of English mixed in 

Eye color: mocha brown 

Hair color: sunflower blonde 

Hair type: loose waves/curls 

Hair length:  mid back. 

Build:  slim, mousy 

Body shape: rectangle 

Weight: 117.5 pounds 

Height: 5’4 and half, that's very important to her that you don't forget the half. 

Skin color: ivory colored skin 

Distinguishing marks: n/a Literally perfect skin, never gets acne and no scars. 

Glasses: n/a

Scars: small burn scar on her forearm from bumping into the wood burning stove. 

Common colors worn: light pastel pink, yellows, sky blues 

Daily outfit: shift, corset,  petticoat underlayer, light  light yellow floral dotted skirt and a white blouse.  Brown short boots and thin stockings. Doesn't like jewelry, but wears a  really simple necklace Grace got her. Her hair is normally tied into a loose low ponytail.

Other: her teeth are slightly crooked but she doesn't care. Her smile is still contagious. Grace calls her Soleil occasionally since it means sunshine in French and Millie is french. 

Alice Treecreeper 

Bird Eurasian Treecreeper 

Age: 13 

Nicknames: won't respond to them 

Nationality: English 

Eye color: amber brown 

Hair color:  carmel brown 

Hair type: straight 

Hair length: just past her shoulder blades. 

Build: thin like a string bean 

Body shape: triangular. 

Weight:  97 pounds. 

Height: 5’2 

Skin color: light sandy color, very slight tan. 

Distinguishing marks:  small bridge of freckles on her nose. Occasional acne that irritates her. 

Glasses:  yes. Can't see in the distance without them. They are golden framed. 

Scars:  only a few acne scars on her face. and a birthmark on her hip bone, just a dark brown patch 

Common colors worn:  light brown and cream. Dark orange/ rust. 

Daily outfit:  shift corset, (no petticoat to fluff her skirt up) long rust colored wrap dress with brown accents. Always has her bag with her journal and the book she's studying (typically medical knowledge and enjoys romance novels but wouldn't ever tell anyone that)  brown loafers  and thigh high brown stockings. Typically always has her brown cloak while leaving the loop. Wears her hair simply down or in a low bun. 

Other: very introverted, but can and does enjoy her sisters. Better listener.   Wants  to be a doctor. 

Isabelle cuckoo 

Bird Common cuckoo

Age: 12.5

Nicknames: belle  (everyone) isa (Alma) Izzy (Alma rarely) 

Nationality: french 

 Eye color: warm brown 

Hair color: dark brown (she dyed it silver later) 

Hair type: she burns it straight, she loves the look of it straight 

Hair length:  nearly trimmed at her shoulders. 

Build:  lanky 

Body shape:  triangle. 

Weight: 116.5 pounds. 

Height:   5’6

Skin color:  cool brown 

Distinguishing marks:  has a birthmark on her ankle, looks like a lopsided heart 

Glasses: none but in the future she will be rocking sunglasses. 

Scars: none. Her mother chastised her early on for picking and making scars so she consciously avoids it now. 

Common colors worn: she wears every color of the rainbow, but mainly she loves  blues and purples, indigo being her favorite shade. Reds,  greens, anything but brown. She doesn't like the lack of life in brown. 

Daily outfit: shift, corset, an extra fluffy petticoat, dark red skirt with a silky creamy tan colored top that has red accents. Brown lace up boots with a sizeable heel and her hair either braided or pulled into a bun. She occasionally wears it down. Red stockings and a silver feather pendant necklace Alma gave her for her birthday. 

Other: 

Alma Lefay peregrine 

Bird: Peregrine Falcon. 

Age: 12 

Nicknames:  Al (everyone) 

Nationality: English

 Eye color:  forest dark green 

Hair color:  raven black

Hair type:  wavy 

Hair length:  butt length 

Build:  petite tiny little thing 

Body shape: hourglass 

Weight: 105 pounds 

Height:   5’1

Skin color:  pale porcelain 

Distinguishing marks: freckles on her nose in the summertime, they fade during winter. 

Glasses: yes, silver framed ones Miss Avocet gave her. They used to be Miss Avocet when she was a child. Alma kept them in perfect shape until jack caught wind of where they came from and how important they were to Alma, and smashed them with a book in front of her. Miss Avocet got them repaired by a peculiar craftsman and was able to put new (better) lenses in them and gave them to Alma as a birthday gift. She cherishes them. 

Scars:  multiple scars from Jack and Myron's torment and scars from a fight she got into with another falcon when she got too close to her nest one day.  

Common colors worn:  blue (dark and light) red in the wintertime, blacks and creams 

Daily outfit: shift, a looser fitting corset (doesn't like the constriction)  petticoat underlayer, dark blue day skirt with a white or cream colored long sleeve shirt with a ruffle collar. Her silver glasses and her hair braided  into a bun with two pieces framing her face. A feather hairpin that Isabelle made with one of Alma's molted feathers for her. Long dark blue stockings and black boots with no heel.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold, and the hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright; but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory.

-JRR Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, “Lothlórien”

[ID: An edit consisting of four posters in shades of pale grey and white with some brown accents. Each poster has a semi-translucent white frame.

1: JoAni Johnson, a model with long silver hair and brown skin. She is wearing a black top and looking ahead with a stern but neutral expression and one hand on her hip. Brown and white script text in the center reads “celeborn” in all caps, framed by a burst of brown and white lines at the upper left / 2: A collection of white and grey flowers, mainly orchids and roses. White text distributed in the corners of the image read “lord of the golden wood” / 3: White leaves in the shape of fans against a white backdrop. Each leaf is accented slightly with brown near the stem. Text in the same layout as Image 2 reads “husband to the lady galadriel” / 3: JoAni Johnson, this time looking straight ahead with her hair hanging forward over her shoulders. Same text as Image 1 /End ID]

[shadowphoenixrider]

The Rescue Gambit (1/5) Meet the Team

(When Gambit's solo mission goes terribly wrong and the rest of the X-men aren't available to bail him out, Shadow turns to some old friends to mount a rescue mission. Shenanigans ensue.)

(Welcome to this monster of a fic, the longest I have ever written in my life (14K in total, give or take). Thankfully for you, dear reader, this is split into parts! Who knew writing a silly little rescue fic with my friends' characters would turn into this. Regardless, enjoy!)

Shadow strode down the street, weaving past people with single-minded determination. Her destination was a small, non-descript cafe on the corner of a city street, and she pushed her way inside.

The cafe’s atmosphere reflected the more relaxed area of the city; only a couple of patrons taking up the wooden tables and chairs as they sipped their beverages, and the person behind the counter only barely glanced up at the new arrival into their establishment.

Shadow’s eyes wandered over the room until she spotted a group of men and a woman gathered around one of the larger tables by the window, three of the gents on the hard chairs and the woman and other man in the plush cushioned seats backing up against the glass, supplying most of the noise with their chatter.

She grinned broadly, and headed towards them.

One of the men saw her first, large and bald with a neatly braided brown beard, and he threw his arms wide, beaming widely.

“Shadow!” He cried in his rich Geordie accent, and the others’ heads immediately whipped around to see her approaching.

A chorus of greetings went up as they rose out of their chairs and stumbled out from behind the table towards her, taking it in turns to wrap her up in a hug.

The first was Ber, a large Polish man whose true name was beyond the English speakers' ability to pronounce, as much as they tried. He shared a similar build to the man who had spotted her; a large, five foot nine man with soft features and body, bald except for his neatly trimmed dark brown beard and icy blue-grey eyes. He was clad in a light brown jacket over a pink top with the picture of a grinning, winking demon over the text of ‘SMILE MORE!’, soft grey tracksuit bottoms and well-worn green trekking boots. He hugged her close and yet with an endless gentleness that befitted the animal his name was related to.

Myst was second, a more wiry fellow of five foot six, with short brunette hair that was also trimmed short in a beard and moustache and darker brown eyes. A dark shirt and jeans, a shield with a grey-ish purple skull and crossbones printed on the former, with a teal zip jacket overtop was his clothing ensemble, and he gave Shadow a cheeky grin, eyes darting to the side just to check no-one had followed her.

Lemming, the man who had seen her first, gleefully swept her up into his embrace almost as soon as Myst had stepped away. His hazel brown eyes, sequestered behind his rectangular glasses, sparked with excitement, his grin wide and crooked, wearing a black shirt proudly displaying the logo of a local metal band. This was overtop of black cargo pants and equally dark coloured trainers. He was the tallest of the group, at five foot eleven.

Drifting came next, smiling serenely as she stepped up to the smaller woman. She, like all the others, stood taller than Shadow at five foot seven, with bright green eyes and gorgeous long wine-red hair, wearing an asymmetrical halter top of white and green on top of black jeans. There was a brief hesitation before she embraced Shadow too, which Shadow warmly returned.

And then last, but certainly not least, came Shadow’s adoptive brother and the only one of the group she could look directly in the eyes: Ebak. He strolled up to her casually, his cheeky, knowing smile on his face, reflected in eyes so dark brown many mistook them for black. His long curly ginger hair was tied back in a ponytail, a scruffy stubble over his cheeks and chin whilst a childhood scar slashed through his thick right eyebrow. He wore a button-up green and grey varsity-like hoodie over a black shirt displaying the red targeting computer from the first Star Wars movie, along with blue jeans. The short, stocky man opened his arms widely, gathering his sister up in a tight embrace.

“It’s good to see you again.” Ebak spoke as he pulled away, his accent rich and soft around the words.

“We’ve missed you!” Ber added from close by.

“I’ve missed you all too.” Shadow smiled, her heart feeling so swollen it threatened to burst out of her chest. She took a breath to hold back the tears threatening to well up in her eyes. “I’m sorry I’ve not managed to see you guys again before today. Things have been…complicated.”

“So I hear.” Lemming replied, leaning back in his seat.

“Yeah, I was wondering what happened to you after you suddenly stopped turning up at the hospital.” Drifting commented, as the rest all took their chairs again. Shadow slipped into the empty spot in the window beside her and Lemming, sighing.

“It’s a long story.” Shadow admitted. “But the short version is someone got me suspended on the 'suspicion’ of being a mutant - a suspension that’s still in place, by the way - and then I went and got myself involved in a fight between a Friends of Humanity weirdo and the X-Men. The latter of which took me in to their place to keep me safe from retaliation, which is why I haven’t exactly been present until now.”

“Wait, hold up.” Myst held his hands up. “You’ve been living with the X-Men this whole time?!”

“Technically still am.” Shadow added.

“What?!” Multiple people exclaimed, except for Ebak, who just listened calmly. Myst turned to him, narrowing his eyes.

“You knew already, didn’t you?”

Ebak shrugged nonchalantly.

“She called me a couple of days back to tell me what was happening. Which was good, because I was juust about to go and have a look around the place myself.” He eyed Shadow, arching his scarred eyebrow.

“Which was what I was afraid of.” She replied, folding her arms. “The last thing I want is my brother coming face to face with Wolverine and having to work out how to un-fillet him. As you can imagine, I've not really had the experience re-attaching limbs!" Ebak waved his hand dismissively.

“I’m glad they’ve been keeping you safe.” Ber said, his voice gentle and reaching across the table towards her. “I was worried about you.”

“I know.” Shadow smiled weakly, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet about it. We’re pretty sure any time those thugs would kick off is long past, though.”

“Let’s hope so.” Drifting commented. “But, correct me if I’m wrong, but you have a reason for calling us all here, right? I’m pretty sure hanging out with your friends involves less panicked 'hey can you meet at Leon’s as soon as you can, please?’ messages.”

“Maybe Shadow really, really missed our company.” Replied Lemming. Drifting gave him a tired, long-suffering look.

“As much as Shadow likes our company, I don’t think she’s ever been that desperate to see us.” Drifting retorted.

Ebak cleared his throat loudly, silencing any further discussion.

“Shadow?” He asked.

She took a breath, looking between all her friends.

“I need your help with a rescue mission,” she said.

“Rescue mission?” Myst asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Shadow nodded. “Bit of background. This morning, I and another one of the X-Men, Gambit, were out in the city…”

“Gambit, I’m not sure this is a great idea.” Shadow said, glancing around the wall to the small fenced compound beyond. “You’re not exactly geared for infiltration right now.”

The Cajun grinned.

“Don’t worry chère, Gambit not gonna stay for long. Jus’ quick in an’ out, get de lay of de land, swipe some formula, den come right back to you.”

Shadow sighed, exasperated.

“Look, I don’t doubt you’re an excellent thief, but I’ve really got a bad feeling about this. This isn’t just some shady office block downtown. We should at least wait until the others are back.”

“Contact said dey recently got a shipment in.” Gambit replied, his tone now serious. “Dis be the time to swipe it. Waitin’ for backup might give 'em the chance to move it on. Den we might never figure out what it is.”

Shadow swore internally, knowing he was right. And yet…

“Okay. At least let me call for backup if you don’t make it out, alright?”

He looked back at her, searching her face.

“Give me least fifteen minutes, chère,” he said. “If I’m not out by den, call de others.” He grinned widely. “But Gambit will be by ya side soon enough, you’ll see.”

“I sure hope so.” She sighed, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “You take care now, alright?”

“Always, mon amie.” Gambit flashed her a wink. “See ya on de other side.”

And with that, the lithe mutant sprang gracefully up the side of the building, hopping from wall to wall until he disappeared over the lip of the roof.

“Considering we’re here, I’m guessing he…?” Myst trailed off. Shadow sighed, shaking her head.

“I gave him twenty minutes, just in case something came up. But when I returned to our previous look out, I was just in time to see his unconscious body being taken into the main building.” She explained. “As far as I know, he’s still being held in there now.”

A brief silence settled over the friends, all pensive.

It was Drifting who spoke first.

“Pardon me, but you’re with the X-Men, right? The group of mutants who go around saving people and blowing those Sentinels up? Why didn’t you go to them?”

“I would, if they weren’t dealing with some important mission right now.” Shadow explained, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t know if they’d be able to get over here in time before something happened to him. At best they’re just going to move him, at worse…” She shook her head. “I know you guys aren’t the same, and neither am I, but you were the only people I could think of that could get together to help me break him out.”

They looked amongst each other.

“Shadow, you really think we can go up against guys who took down an X-Man?” Lemming asked uncertainly.

“Just because Gambit’s an X-Man doesn’t make him any more a mutant than the rest of us.” She shook her head. “And he wasn’t geared for a mission, just casual clothes. All it would take is for someone to sneak up on him, or to make a mistake, and he’d be captured like anyone else.”

Ebak rubbed his scruffy chin thoughtfully.

“So sneak in, get Gambit, and sneak out again?” He said. Shadow nodded.

“Yes. If we could get a sample of that chemical formula those guys seem to be moving around, that would be ideal, but the main thing is to get Gambit out of there before anything happens to him.”

“That’s easy for you.” Myst folded his arms, eyeing the smaller man. “You can just blink in there when no-one’s watching.”

“If no-one’s watching.” Ebak repeated. “There’ll be security cameras in there for sure, and going in alone is what got Gambit caught.”

“Yeah, and I would prefer not to lose you to those bastards too.” Shadow added.

“I’m not sure my power is going to help you to be sneaky,” Ber piped up, smiling widely, “but you know that I will always help you, Shadow. Any way I can.”

She smiled warmly back, touched as always by his unwavering loyalty.

“Oh, I’m sure there’s something a big bear man can do to help us.” Ebak grinned over at his friend. “You always need a little bit of muscle when the stealth mission goes awry, right Number One?” He flashed a wink in his sister’s direction, and she rolled her eyes at his nickname for her.

“Well, I guess I’m coming too,” Drifting spoke. “On account of being able to almost completely disappear.”

“Only come if you want to.” Shadow eyed her seriously. “That goes for the rest of you too. I know this is big ask for you all, and I wouldn’t judge you at all for stepping away to keep yourselves safe. But know I wouldn’t’ve called you if I didn’t think you had it in you to help me.”

Drifting considered this for a long moment, before she nodded.

“You are going to need the one mutant with invisibility in this, and someone has to keep an eye on you all.” She smiled as Shadow chuckled. “Just don’t leave me alone in there, okay?”

“Of course not.” Said Shadow. “I intend to get everyone out of that place. No-one left behind.”

Ebak leant over in his chair towards Myst, looking at his friend expectantly. The younger man folded his arms, avoiding his gaze until he uttered a long sigh.

“…Fine. I’ll guess I’ll come along too.” He shot a glare at Ebak, now grinning smugly. “Someone has to keep E safe.”

“Your portals will be very useful.” Shadow smiled. “We’ll need a quick a getaway. And, maybe,” she smirked, meeting Ber’s gaze, “an instant-Ber delivery system, should things go south.”

Ber grinned widely, his ice-blue eyes sparkling with mischief. A smile pulled at Myst’s lips at that, entertained by the thought.

All eyes now turned to Lemming, who seemed to have shrunk in his seat. He glanced down at his hands, fidgeting with his watch.

“I dunno what I could do to help,” he said, unable to meet their gazes. “My power’s useless for this.”

“Hey, be kind yourself!” Ber cried. “Don’t make me come over there and hug you!”

“I have a few ideas how a man with manipulation of time perception could be useful.” Ebak spoke, drumming his fingers together. “Besides, you’re more than just your power, my friend.” He smiled, leaning forward. “Out of all of us, you’re the most knowledgeable of weapons - that could definitely help give us an edge in knowing what we’re going up against.”

“Yeah. If we know what they’re packing, we can get an idea of how well funded they are and how dangerous.” Myst added. Shadow nodded slowly.

“And that will definitely be information Cyclops and the others will wanna know after we get out,” she said. “Also. On the very real possibility that something does go horribly wrong, we will need someone on the outside to get the rest of the X-Men.”

Lemming paled slightly.

“You…you sure about this?”

“Very sure. I’ve been around them long enough to know you also need a back-up plan, even if that backup plan is 'oh shit I fucked up, I need an adult’.” Shadow reached into her pocket for a pen. “I’ll give you the address, anyone got some paper?”

There was rustling from around the table, until Drifting pushed a small scrap of paper over to the other woman. Shadow thanked her, before beginning to slowly write it out in her neatest handwriting.

“Here.” She handed it to Lemming, who looked it over, tucking it into his pocket.

“Alright. I’ll come along.” He smiled, resting a hand on Shadow’s small shoulder. “To make sure y'all come back safely.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” Shadow smiled. “All of you. I know this isn’t gonna be easy or a walk in the park, so I’m really grateful for your help.”

“We’ll always be here for you.” Ber replied, smiling. “You know that.”

“What the Ber-man said!” Ebak added. “We’re your friends. Your problems are ours.”

Drifting nodded, as did Lemming.

“Besides, what the use of having the power to turn invisible if don’t use it to get into places I shouldn’t be.” Drifting commented, smiling wryly.

“Yeah! And think about it, how often does anyone get to say that they helped rescue an X-Men?” Myst pointed out. “Uh, provided we pull this off, of course.”

“I have faith in us.” Shadow smiled. “You’re not only my closest friends, but the finest group of mutants I know who aren’t famous. We can do this.”

“Right. Well, if we are going do this, we need to solve one very important problem,” Lemming said. “Communication. It’s not like any of us are telepathic or anything.”

“No worries, I had the exact same thought as you.” Shadow smirked, retrieving a small nylon pouch from her pocket. “When I briefly returned to the mansion to call you guys, I picked these up.”

She opened it, gently spilling its contents out. They leaned forwards to examine the small objects.

“Are these ear pieces?” Drifting asked, picking one up to examine it.

“Got it in one.” Shadow grinned. “They have the microphone attached, you can clip it subtly to a piece of your clothing, then press the body when you need to talk through. It’s what we use when we don’t have a dedicated comm. We’ll sort the frequency out in a bit.”

“Am I right in thinking you might have a plan for us, then?” Ebak asked, taking one of the ear pieces.

“A preliminary one, though we’ll need to do another rekkie before I’m sure.” Shadow said. “So, I was thinking…”

(Next: Break In)

[red-flight]

It had been about a year since Echo went into the portal that threatened to bring her home world's enemy to the Known galaxy. The Vex were learning machines, she'd told them, and had been proven right when reinforcements came that were resistant to the ion cannons that disabled the first scouting force. But that had been a year ago. A long year that seemed more permanent than any goodbye or transfer of command the hunter had taken when serving with the Rogues.

What a surprise it must have been when what looked like a knock-off headhunter with brilliant blue Vestial Hawk accents, glided over Coruscant and a familiar voice came over the comm lines.

"Tower one, this is Velocity-2, requestion permission to land."

With permission granted, the bootleg headhunter glided its way in, its pilot eager to see if her brothers were still around. -- Echo-17 - @mantleoflight

Two and a half years after Rogue Squadron was decommissioned, a ship of unknown make and origin snapped into real space at the edge of Coruscant and was hailed by the planetary security. The baffled security officer passed the request up the line and eventually, a voice returned and directed the ship to an open hanger. The planet was buzzing. There were health advisories, traffic advisories, security advisories, and horribly crowded snarls of air traffic everywhere.

Finally, the strange not-quite-headhunter slid into a hanger and found that despite all the horrible crowding elsewhere, here there was a strange emptiness. Crowds were gathering at the Palace, no longer home to the late Emperor but now the headquarters of the New Republic. There, a massive open landing space had been created, so large that despite that crush of the billions upon billions of sentients that lived on the city-planet, that clearing could still be seen even among the towering buildings surrounding it.

From the exo’s vantage point, the clearing was a smear on the horizon.

Overhead, air traffic suddenly cleared a lane. News droids, speeders, and tourists crowded along the lane as a cluster of dots appeared in the outer atmosphere. They approached quickly and resolved into a squadron worth of brightly-colored X-wings. A black ship with a green and gold checker pattern was in the lead, followed by a ship with a red and white martial slash across the fuselage. Behind them came a rather motley collection. Then, from the ground, twelve more X-wings rose to meet them, these ones painted a familiar light grey with red stripes.

When the two squadrons worth of ships met, the newcomers angled to meet them and formed up with the escorts into a parade formation. An impromptu air show was performed to the roars of a massive crowd before all the ships settled in the open space allotted for them in the Palace District.

[thearchmanofgreenfield]

As the sun rose past the horizon and loomed over the skyline of the great City of Hatlynshire Henry found himself to be dazed but also in awe. He had been called to accompany one of the other members of the Great Houses on a ‘diplomatic’ trip to Great Borough. Henry himself wasn’t too enthusiastic about it. He was dazed due to not being able to get enough sleep. Something he hid quite well on the outside but felt quite deeply on the inside. Whatever part of him that was not stuck in this drowsy state was rather preoccupied with thought of his own Borough.

“I should be sending letters to my Nobles. We should start fortifying the Hamlets immediately” he thought as his driver drove him straight to the Town hall of Great Borough. Henry, like most Great House members, drove in a black car with a silver accents and silver grill with two large ball shaped lights on either side. His car’s license plate read TRIDENT-001 which corresponded with the symbol of his house. Henry himself at first glance didn’t seem like much of regal figure. He was in early forties, he had jet black hair and brown eyes. He was clean shaven and wore a black suit with an overlapping collar. Underneath it he wore a white and grey checkered waistcoat. In his coat he carried a golden pocket watch connected with a golden chain and on his finger was a ring studded with diamonds. On his head he wore a black top hat and on his waistcoat, hidden by his coat, he wore a golden pin with his family’s crest imprinted on it. The pin was the only thing that gave him away as a Circulion, hence why he hid it. But without it, he looked perfectly human.

The car drove passed the empty streets of the waking city. Henry knew it was best to travel early in the morning when there was less people. It was less suspicious and it meant less attention. As Henry looked out the window he saw a few people walking around. Most were working men on their way to their occupation.

“Well, there is a certain innocence to humans. They are of course just like us. At least, when their not committing heinous sins” Henry thought. And with that thought he let out a shudder. He remembered a recent incident that had occurred a few days ago. This incident was part of the reason they were going to Great Borough in the first place. It had happened in Bernstein Borough, a group of Hunter had figured out how to access one of the Hamlets through a secret door. They had snuck in and tried to set fire to it at night, luckily they were caught and killed before they could set the entire Hamlet alight. But before they were killed they had succeeded in setting fire to that Hamlet’s orphanage. Whether they had known it was an orphanage or not Henry didn’t know. But no one could put out the fire and from the stories he had heard, almost a hundred residents had burned to death. Henry still vividly remembered the descriptions his men had given him. And the sheer grotesque detail made him want to hurl.

After some time the car finally reached a stop outside the entrance of a building. The driver got out of the car and opened the back door so Henry could step out. Henry gave a nod to the driver and the driver nodded back. The driver then went back to the driver’s seat. Henry looked up at the building in front of him. It was a massive three story tall structure that stretched nearly a hundred meters in both directions. The entrance was grand having a large staircase leading up to an overhanging roof held up by five pillars topped with angels and adorned with banners with the flag of Hatlynshire. The roof face itself was decorated with sculptures of men with the symbol of the Order of Man carved in the center. The building was mostly white and grey with hints of gold embedded into the sculptures. It also had a massive domed roof that reached high into the skyline. In front of the building, across the road, was a massive flat land which was the largest park in all of Hatlynshire.

Henry was standing in front of the only piece of the Order of Man that the public knew about. At least, what they thought they knew. He was standing in front of the City Hall.

As Henry gazed up onto the massive symbol of the Circle’s greatest foe another car pulled up behind his. The driver of that car got out and opened the backdoor. And from that back door walked out an older gentlemen in his sixties. He had a white beard and wore the same top hat Henry did. He wore a light grey coat with an overlapping collar but he also wore a large light grey overcoat over it. He had no ring on his finger. For he was a widower. He too like Henry gazed at the massive structure in front of him.

“Well Ulysses, looks like we’ve arrived” said Henry.

“Yes, I can see that Henry. It looks just as atrocious as it did the last time I was here” said Ulysses. Henry grinned and together he and Ulysses ascended the steps. When they reached the top they were immediately greeted by a very old copper statue of the city’s ‘founder’, a man who went by the name of George Montgomery. Henry had always wanted to spit on that statue every time he saw it. Knowing that, unlike the revisionist story of how he built this city from nothing he in fact built it from the dead corpses of thousands of Circulions.

“Perhaps this statue is greatest insult the Order ever did to us” said Ulysses as they passed the statue and went towards the front door.

“They keep him front of their building as a glorified hero, while lying to the public about his deeds”

“Well, on the day we finally bring these wretches down. I’ll be sure you leave a rope for you so we can pull down that statue together” said Henry with a smile and Ulysses smiled as well since both men knew that it was unlikely that the Order would be brought down in either of their lifetimes.

They walked through the front door of the City Hall. There was no guard at the front, a fact that Henry always taught as an oversight by the Order. He’d assumed the reason for it was that the Order never thought the Circle would dare attack them in the day. Which was a reasonable assumption.

As they entered the lobby a wave of caution washed over Henry. It was an instinctive response sine knew that now that they were inside, they were in the most danger. The lobby was a large room. Intricately decorated with lavish designs. It was a whitish grey but the walls were adorned with portraits and paintings, the real meanings of which only certain people knew. There was people walking around all over the place and nothing seemed that out of the ordinary. But Henry knew. He could see that gazes that followed them around. He knew that Hunters roamed this building in disguise. But nonetheless, he and Ulysses pressed on forward and blended into the crowd so as not to arouse suspicion.

Henry followed Ulysses passed the lobby and then a left turn through a hallway and then through a corridor to the door at the very end. Ulysses followed these steps precisely with a single second guess which only confirmed to Henry that Ulysses had been to this place often.

Finally, through the door at the end of the corridor they entered a spacious room with walls made of polished wood. The room was decorated with portraits on every wall and it was lit a large and lavish chandelier which hug from the domed ceiling.

It the room was a waiting area and next to it was a table which had a lamp, a stack of papers and a typewriter. In the chair behind this table sat a lady in a thin suit. She was typing something, her hands moved along the typewriter’s keyboard like lightning as she gave it her absolute focus. A focus that was only interrupted when she heard the sound of the door open. She lifted her head over the typewriter and looked at Henry and Ulysses.

“Well…uh. Do you have an appointment, Sir?” She asked with a soft tone and a smile.

Ulysses walked up to the lady while Henry stayed back. He leaned over to her desk and reached into his overcoat.

“Why yes we do, miss” he said opening part of his overcoat revealing the golden pin he kept underneath. “Is the Mayor occupied?”

The lady blinked and paused for a moment as though in shock. “Uh… no! You may go in” she stuttered in an almost frightened tone. Ulysses nodded, gave her a smile and tipped his hat. He and Henry then made their way passed the lady and through the door that laid next to her.

This time they entered a somewhat smaller room. Smaller but much more grand. The ceiling was about two stories tall with another golden chandelier over it. One of the walls had a large window that overlooked the part in front of City Hall. Another wall was completely taken by a massive bookcase. And in the middle of the room was a large semicircular table with a chair on either side. There was a red carpet on the floor and a fireplace too. The walls looked brand new and there was even a Hunting rifle mounted on the mantle under a large portrait of the first mayor of Hatlynshire.

On the other of the tale was the mayor. A man who both slightly fatter and older than Henry. He wore an open black coat over a silvery waistcoat and he had a golden monocle on his left eye which was a complimented by his straight and thin black and grey moustache and sharp eyes. He had been preoccupied with something as they walked in but he dropped it immediately and stared directly at Henry and Ulysses as they entered. A grin then appeared on his face.

“Well, well, well. What a pleasant surprise! Two Circulion industrialist swine walk right into my office! A rare sight indeed!” he said in cheerful tone. A tone that neither Henry nor Ulysses found amusing. Ulysses then took the seat of the other side of the table while Henry stood by the door. Henry kept one arm close to the gun he hid under his waistcoat. Just in case.

The Mayor leaned over Ulysses. “So what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Everton?”

Ulysses said calm. “I think you know why, Victor”

Victor Del Mir reclined on his chair. The grin still in his face. “This isn’t about that fire now is it? Your men killed my men. Your revenge is served. You have no business coming to me!”

Ulysses gave a light chuckle. Something that made Victor flinch. “You flatter yourself, Victor. I think you why we’re really here”

Victor’s grin disappeared. He leaned over to Ulysses once more and spoke in a darker voice. “Well Mr. Everton, it appears that I don’t. Care to enlighten me?”

Ulysses nodded. Henry was told why they had come here but this was not he expected things to happen. But then again he knew not keep assumption of the future, unless he was a Morrow.

“While the fire is one reason our REAL reason is something much larger” said Ulysses.

“And that real reason is?”

Ulysses’ expression darkened. “That real reason is that ever since your ‘election’ you have plunged your Hunters deep within our territory. You’ve intentional started a minor conflict on the streets. And we want it to end”

Victor raised his eyebrows as though Ulysses had told him some shocking revelation. And then began laughing audibly while leaned on his chair. Ulysses looked at him with disgust and so did Henry. After he was done laughing he looked Ulysses as though he had said some marvelous joke.

“You cannot be serious! I take it that you didn’t consult with your dear friends the Morrows about this. Because if you did those foreseeing wretched would have told you that you can’t waltz here into MY OFFICE AND EXPECT ME TO THE BEND THE KNEE TO YOU CIRCULION SWINE!” he ended his sentence in a bout of rage yet Ulysses still stayed calm on the outside.

“We are not asking you to bend the knee, we know you are too prideful for that” he said calmly.

“Oh good! So what makes you think I’ll comply with you ‘request’?” a reply to which Ulysses grinned.

“I doubt your superiors would want to go to all out with the Circle. I doubt even the Grand Overseer himself would want that. Seeing as it would cripple the city with an already overwhelming population”

Victor raised his eyebrow. He thought Ulysses was bluffing.

“You wouldn’t! The Circle would not just go to war again over such minor of an issue as some street aggression!”

“Well…” said Ulysses. “War is only a last resort since we know that if we allow you to continue in your activities, they will only get worse. But as a means of ending this before it escalates to major conflict we offer you a price”

“A price?” asked the now intrigued Victor.

“One million Sorasy. In cash.” said Ulysses. “We pay you to pull back your troops. If you agree, you walk away with a hefty fortune. If you don’t well, you know what happens to a Mayor in a conflict”

Ulysses then reached into his coat and pulled out a set of old newspaper articles from the city newspaper, The Hatlynshire Herald. He then put them on the table for Victor to see. Henry could read some of the headlines. One said in large bold letters, ‘MAYOR KILLED IN CAR ACCIDENT!’ another said, ‘CITY MAYOR DIES IN HOUSE FIRE! ARE GANGS TO BLAME?’ while another read, ‘OLD MAYOR MURDERED IN STREET SHOOTING! PERPETRATORS STILL ON THE LOOSE!’

Victor looked through every headline. He then looked at Ulysses with a furious glare. His cheeks turned a shade of red like he was a volcano that was about to erupt.

“You dare threaten me? IN MY OWN OFFICE?”

“I was merely alerting you to the consequences. So what will it be, Mr. Del Mir?” asked Ulysses.

Victor calmed down a little. He then bought he hands together and smiled at Ulysses. Henry was not expecting that.

“One million Sorasy…a year” he said in calm and confident tone.

“Excuse me?” said Ulysses who was obviously not expecting that answer.

“You hear me, Mr. Everton. If you wish for me to comply I would need one million Sorasy every single year. Those are my terms and they are nonnegotiable” said Victor. He then stood up from his chair and gave a grim glare to both Ulysses and Henry. Henry then tightened his grip on his gun.

“Because if you think you can buy me with a pathetic sum like the one you offer then you ARE MISTAKEN, YOU WRETCHED SCUM. YOU THINK YOU CAN ENTER MY OFFICE AND THREATEN ME? WELL THEN YOU WILL SOON FIND ME TO BE MUCH MORE CAPABLE THAT MY PREDECESSORS I PROMISE YOU THAT!”

He then straightened himself and sat back in his chair before giving Ulysses and Henry a grin. “So yes, those are my demands. If you cannot meet them I quite happily ask you to withdraw from my office and the City Hall. And I have a feeling that the Grand Overseer Montgomery will want to hear of this conversation”

Ulysses stood up and stared at Victor blankly. “I think we are done here. I thank you for your time… Mr. Mayor” Ulysses then tipped his hat to which Victor nodded agreeably. Ulysses then swiftly turned around and he and Henry promptly left the office shutting the door behind them. Henry then followed Ulysses as they made their way out of the building.

“Well, it appears that the Mayor is unwilling to work with us” said Henry. He had come here knowing that the likelihood of a peaceful solution was unimaginably slim given how brazen and determined Victor’s actions were. But still part of him had hoped no to turn to conflict for it was both financially costly and costly when it came to lives as well.

“Well I expected as much. I told the Morrows that a peaceful resolution was futile yet they convince me to try it anyway. Well, now there is no resolving this peacefully Henry” said Ulysses.

They made their way down the steps past the statue. By the time they had exited the building the sun had well passed the city's skyline and was slowly inching its way to the center of the sky. Henry’s driver was waiting for him and opened his car door for him. Henry nodded at the driver and then turned to Ulysses before he could get into his own vehicle.

“Are you sure this would work, Ulysses? Are you certain that your plans can succeed?” he said before getting into his car.

“Not to worry, my dear Henry. I know by the end of this this city will be a safer, cleaner place. And If I were to die, I would die while getting my long awaited vengeance upon those who massacred my family”

Henry went silent. He the waved Ulysses goodbye and go in his car. His mind was full of doubts as they drove out of Great Borough. But he had known Ulysses his whole life, he had been a sort of mentor figure to both him and some of the other Great House members. Henry understood his pain and he was confident in his plans. But still…

“But what if it all fails?” he couldn’t help but wonder. What if Ulysses had underestimated the Mayor and Montgomery?

 “Then we’ll all be in danger.”

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[オベぐだ♀︎] “Epilogue” -wip (because obe is a pain in the ass to write so finding an appropriate ending is hard)

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She starts with a heaving gasp, eyes blown wide as she wakes up.

Darkness was all that she saw. A gaping void that threatened to consume her whole, a familiar sensation akin to seeing a friend on the way home from school.

She clenches her fist atop her chest and swallows even as her lips were dry and her heartbeat cannot be felt.

A dream? It feels way too real to be one. But so were her thousand other dreams when she tried to sleep or even daydream.

She opens her mouth with the intent to call out on someone, anyone---

A thundering applause shatters the silence, and she is forced to cover her ears from the hollers, the claps, the praise, the sneers, and the gazes from all around her.

It was still dark. Yet, she could finally see the light that was aimed down at her figure. A spotlight that made her the target of attention.

She could only tremble and face the void head-on, her eyes darting all around to find any clue on where she is in.

But looking down was a mistake.

“Ah...A-Ah,” Her hands were shaking badly, dyed red gloved hands that hid her crumbling appendage beneath.

She sees a little clearer despite the spots in her vision. She was wearing her mystic code. A dress with white, black, and grey accents and combat boots- a uniform that was given to her not too long ago.

She looks up in horror as the nonexistent crowd continued to give their praises and jeers at her, flowers of all kinds thrown at her before the stage.

A stage.

She was standing in the middle of a stage.

Just when she knew her dread couldn’t sink any lower, this time, it did.

Beside her were props. Bodies- Dolls of- of herself piled up and murdered, a pool of blood flooding the set. And to her left were the people she met and loved- thrown on top of each other in the same fashion as if they were nothing more than dead bodies to deal with.

The world was turning upside down. Her stomach was churning. She wanted nothing more than to wretch and close her eyes, and block out the sound that was beginning to resemble more and more like screams to her ears--

Silence.

Her head whips up as she realizes the sudden lack of noise.

Gone was the void that seemed all-encompassing, but what replaced it were red seats with figures that were too vague to point out.

She swears she saw someone wear a familiar blue cap and pigtails, another one wearing a short braid, another was a woman with an astrolabe as her staff...and another was someone wearing a ponytail... ah, a smile, a smile? Why does it look sad? How can she see them yet not see these people watching he-

A clap. The clap came from a single person, yet she couldn’t see someone moving in their seats. Slow, yet sonorous, she tensed up as she heard the source of it come closer.

“Bravo,” She froze on the spot, her gaze turning into surprise over the familiarity of the voice.

“Bravo!” She sighed. She was tired. She doesn’t want to deal with whatever is happening now.

Oberon stepped out from the darkness and gave her his princely smile. It’s just him. Her body relaxes, eased over seeing a friend.

“Oberon...” She called out and approached him... but it only took her a few steps until something invisible blocked her from closing the distance.

“That was more than well-deserved, don’t you think?” Oberon smiles, his eyes creasing happily. “A grand round of applause to the main character who had fought so dashingly and nobly on the stage!”

She tests the invisible wall again and finds that it was no illusion nor it was something that made her hesitate. Her stomach churned over the growing dread inside her.

She stays silent.

Oberon still doesn’t seem to notice. (No. He knows. He’s simply ignoring it.)“And! It is customary for audiences and supporting characters to give roses to the heroine as congratulations.” With a flourish, a bouquet of said flowers were shoved against her.

She stumbles a bit but nevertheless notices how that invisible wall was something he could phase through...as if he wasn’t affected at all.

She swallows and replies with hesistance, “Thank... you...”

His eyes turn into cresecents and his smile stretches until it was thin, “Mhm! My pleasure!” He leans back with the entirety of his posture that of relaxed. But she knew better. The air was becoming suffocating and dark. Something was closing on her and it wasn’t tangible for her to repel given her circumstances.

“Your role is quite difficult so I just ought to make sure you were praised for destroying seven worlds, vanquishing demon pillars, Beasts, outer gods, and thousands of stories,” He smiles, he smiles, “-each person bearing their own burden, responsibility, emotion, grief, love, hate, hopes, dreams, loved ones, past, present-”

She blinks.

Oberon Vortigern takes his place.

“-but not their future.”

Thousands of questions ran in her mind. What was this? Where were they? Why is Oberon doing this? What sort of metaphor is he trying to convey? Resentment? Why is he acting upon it now? Did she do something earlier? But she- oh. She doesn’t remember what happened before waking up here. What was the purpose of being subjected to a stage with nonexistent audiences clapping and hailing her for the things she had done?

A laugh. A cold laugh breaks her from her inner dilemma as she focuses on the Pretender, “Do you really think you’re deserving of those praises? The respect from achieving such great feats!? Do you really deserve to smile and laugh alongside your companions, eating cake with bloodstained hands!?”

He was shouting now, and she was like a fawn doing its best to stay strong in the face of such onslaught.

“And?” Oberon growls and grips her arm, on the side where her command spells were etched, “When the crowd leaves, the curtains fall, and the supporting cast withdraws, what are you left with?”

No more. She couldn’t bare to look at him. She couldn’t bare to listen to the words that stabbed her entire body like poison-tipped daggers.

And to that brief second of being alone in the stage, she knew what he meant.

All of her breath leaves her lungs when he wrenches the bouquet and crushes the entire thing with his clawed hand.

“You are nothing.”

Trembling and silent, she risked glancing up. His condescending smile as cold as his glowing eyes. “Imagine getting flowers wrapped in sweetness and praise after trampling over the lives reduced to nothing but data and numbers. The irony of it is enough to kill me, you know? Even your so-called friends seemed to bask in destroying those very lives alongside you.”

She opens her mouth and finally, gives voice to what she wanted to say. She looks straight up at him, eyes defiant, “...There’s nothing wrong in wanting to take back our world, our previous lives and everyone else who was in it.”

She takes back her hand by twisting it in his hold, allowing her to break free take a few steps back for herself, “Everyone did their best and fought to the very end, to that normalcy everyone yearned for. They’re happy because they survived. Because they avoided dying from a single blow that would mean the end for them. My friends gave their all to support each other because we were shoved into a that situation without warning. I did my best as well, even if what I did had a kind of responsibility no human can bear.”

Silence once more reigns the atmosphere between them. Dust motes floated about underneath the single spotlight that focused on the both of them.

Oberon’s face was slack, unamused, and she, guarded and tense.

“Even now, you’re still stubborn to a fault, huh?”

There was no time to react. No time to even flinch or use a spell before he’d grabbed her by her jaw.

His glare was scathing, and by now she was used to such looks. She thinks she’s used to such looks. “And you, my fellow liar, if you know so well about what they feel, it is only fair you tell me about yours beyond that horseshit of ‘I’m okay’ and ‘I’m strong because of my dearest friends’.”

“I-...” For once, she is rendered speechless against him. Her hesitation was taken as a cue.

His grip on her tightened, and she had to wince from how much he was hurting her from that alone. “And so they rejoice in saving their skin! They stay in that comfy little ship with only physical support to back you up. But what about your mental state? Do they even bother addressing the damn weight you carry? Do they even ask about what you feel after felling a world? They don’t, do they? Hah! At best, all they have to offer is for you to get an hour of rest, leaving you to your own devices.”

She did her best to glare at him, weak as it was. Because deep down, that ever selfish part of her knew that he was right. That they believed her to be strong because she smiled through it all. That they believed her to be someone who can handle the stress of it alone.

“You know it too, don’t you?” The smile was poisonous, his face so close that it felt as if he was seconds away from biting off her head. “That you’re broken right from the start, able to make hundreds of contracts with sentient weapons and do even the stupidest shit no human would ever dare do.”

His voice was scathing. Oozing like lava and burning everything it touches,it scorches the depths of her heart, yet shes faces it head on. “With the repercussions of the things that made you seem so cool and special, you’re tortured by voices. Voices in the guise of that blond commander, that homunculus inventor, that detective clothed in white wool, and the hundreds who stuck by your side but never called you by your name.”

Name. Her name. She was called by so many names, that her very own was overshadowed by the countless titles she’s gained throughout these years.

Senpai. Kouhai. Contractor. Christine. Lord. Anjin. Piglet. Albrecht. Little Deer. Jokanaan. Accomplice. Mom. Liege. Prince. Student. Retainer. Lover. Daughter. Sister. Prey. Enemy. Friend. Master.

Unable to help herself, she spat out, “They’re names given to me by my friends-”

Oberon clicked his tongue and growled, “-all of whom who’ve never once used your own name. Not even once. But I digress. Those voices you hear were taken by your own head and malformed all of it into a vessel of your self-hatred and insecurity.”

Horror dawns on her as he addressed her pandora’s box she carefully kept hidden away from prying eyes.

Her body trembles, and she tries to pry away from his grasp, but all of that were rendered useless when he smiled cruelly at her.

“Fujimaru Ritsuka, Panhistory’s Last Master yearns to be punished. To finally be absolved of the burden of her sins and responsibility, clinging on to death without realizing it.” He lifts her chin to face him, but she doesn’t dare squeeze her eyes shut. “With a desire like that, are you still truly wishing to go back to that normal everyday life when you have come this far?”

No longer human, not with how many she has made sure to dye each world’s stories in inky black. To the point where her hands were stained with it. Blood and pen ink mixing until no longer discernible. Just like the play she was forced to act in.

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she’s standing at the center of the stage.