#Cinder Nymph

[fr-familiar-bracket]

[flight-rising-smash-or-pass]

[phyrestartr]

Rhubarb | Zagreus x M!Reader (WIP!!)

#SFW, reader is a daimon, ik nymphs can't be male but let me have this!!!, reader tends to persephone's decayed garden, hurt/comfort, lots of fluff, COURTING!!!!!

“You wouldn't happen to be the one gifting me all these flowers, would you?” Zagreus asked. 

You cleared your throat as you scrambled for an excuse, a reason, an explanation to give the godling–it didn't feel right to outwardly admit to it (Gods, that'd be embarrassing), and you couldn't find it in you to turn the prince away; if you did that, what would be the point of your bashful little gifts? You wanted to show support, you wanted to try and embolden him when few else would. 

But still–

You tucked some hair behind your pointed ear and cleared your throat once more, never ripping your gaze away from the flowerbeds to look at your opponent. Nope. You wouldn't do it. You couldn't or you'd die on the spot (again). 

“I beg pardon?” You asked, willing your earth magicks to replace that which had withered in the garden. 

You swore you heard him smile. “Those flowers, the ones in my chambers? The ones that renew every night, or–or day, or what have you.” His cindered footsteps ventured closer to you. “Surely you must have some idea.”

“I'm afraid I don't, Prince,” you hummed, stepping away as he followed. “But I can keep an eye open, if you so wish.” 

“Oh, come on. Do you really think you'll be punished for giving me a flower or two?” Zagreus asked.

“Everything can be punished in this house. Anything in regards to the runaway prince, even more so.” And that was true. You'd heard of Megaera and Thanatos being promptly admonished for their inability to stop Zagreus, or their blatant refusal to even try to stop him. Most didn't give Zagreus the time of day. What would you, a mere shade, say in your defense if the lord of the underworld found out about the simple fondness you felt for the prince?

Before you could linger on that dread for too long, a hand caught your wrist, stopping your further retreat. It wasn't painful, nor did it frighten you–but it was odd. So, so odd. You'd not felt the warmth of another for decades. It reminded you of a warm summer's day.

“Look, I–I just want to thank you,” Zagreus said, sounding far too flustered and honest. You couldn't help but turn to him and meet his mismatched gaze, finally.

“Thank me?” You said, dumbstruck. A little because of the brilliant emerald and ruby eyes staring down at you, a little because of his words.

The prince nodded. He didn't release your wrist. “Is that so unbelievable?” He asked with a smile. 

“Not when it comes to you, no.” Your face heated, but you kept your composure calm and collected. “Well. You're, uh, free to speak. If you wish.”

“Thank you,” he said, not hesitating the slightest bit, “For taking the time to…well, think of me, I suppose. These days, it feels like everyone's against me, so the flowers, they--they're a welcome sight.” 

His smile melted your faux frigid expression, and you let the slightest hint of gentility peek through. “I worried they'd be a nuisance.”

“A nuisance?” Zagreus balked. “No, no, anything but. It's what keeps me going most days, if I'm being honest.” 

You raised your brows, despite a smile not following. “Well, that's depressing. To think few others are cheering you on brings a tear to the eye.”

The prince snorted. “Huh. Never knew gardeners could be the sarcastic type.” 

“Seems you haven't met enough gardeners, then.” You clasped your hand over the one holding your wrist. “Truthfully, I don't understand the extent of your quest, but I've no doubt you'll succeed. I wish you to know that I've full faith in you.”

Zagreus’ energy surged tenfold. His smile nearly blinded you, he who had become so used to the dark, and his eyes gleamed like polished gems. Cerberus probably bore the same look when he was a pup, you figured. Did he play tug with the prince back in the day? Probably. Or fetch, perhaps.

“Really?” The prince asked, now holding both of your hands in his and squeezing. “You think so?” 

You swallowed away your shock at being touched again and stared hard at the spot between the prince's eyes. “Well, yes--you're like rhubarb.”

He leaned toward you, leaning down and welcoming himself into your personal bubble. “I've not the slightest idea what you mean, but I'm eager to know.”

You almost smiled. Almost. But you wouldn't let him win, not that easily. 

“Once you accomplish your goal, perhaps I'll tell you.”

[spork-supremacy]

Making a list of names in ninjago and the pun/double meaning attatched. these are very random ones in no specific order, mind you there are a lot of characters to choose from.

Jay Walker: self explanitory/ Jay for blue jay cause blue ninja

Kai: The scottish meaning of it is literally fire (In other cultures it has more ocean imagery though)

Cole: coal

Ronin Kognito: Ron- incognito

flintlock: name of a gun

lloyd Garmadon: sounds like lord garmadon

dubloon: Two faced character, two faced coin

monkey wretch: is monkey

scales: snakes have scales

pythor p chumsworth: He is vaguely like a python, and should not be your chum

neuro: neurology

tox: toxic like poison

Shade: shady mf- I mean shadows create shade

obscura: Shade obscures things

cinder: By product of combustion like smoke

ash: pretty much the same thing a cinder

chamille: master of disguise, chamileon

Nyad: Naiad, I know I'm spelling that wrong but I'm refering to those ancient greek water nymphs.

Pixal: Pixel

kalmaar: kalimari

Thats all I have so far, will add more, if anyone has any they noticed send them in if you want, so they can be added.

[nyaseoki]

Cinder Nymphs on the AH now!

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III

The walk is mostly quiet, the sun slowly rolling down the sky.

Still holding the pretty bouquet in a death-grip (half-involuntary), Pirin stays silent while being carried. There's an air of melancholy and tension swirling around him akin to repressed, defensive aggression that is being held back like a venomous barb...ready to strike out if need be. His eyes flicker up from the flowers to the knight's boyishly handsome face and how the setting sun illuminates the gold hoop earring on the man's left ear. And then drift to gaze at the darkening sky of encroaching night, watching the warm orange and gold-yellow hues mingle with the soft indigo and settling inky-blue, some stars beginning to peek from afar. 

Meanwhile Valen happily whistles to himself a peppy nonspecific tune under his breath. The autumn breeze swishes his flaxen cape and sways his wavy short brown hair, along with the yellow fur trim of his cape. He has to physically restrain himself from looking back down at the breath-takingly alluring creature in his arms and keep his eyes ahead.  

You know what? Maybe this won't be so bad after all. 

I can definately get used to having a pretty 'ghost' in my arms like this. Although...He's so light– Like a feather! Bet he's barely reaching twenty kilos. Is this normal for night nymphs or–?

—"Where are you taking me...?" –The doll's chilly faint voice breaks through Valen's idle musings and tugs at his attention. Pausing in his cheerful whistling, the Heroic solder glances down at the wary man in his arms with that same laid-back confident, almost lazy smile of his. That's..actually a good question. 

—"Home.? Thought it'd be a good change of pace, give us a break from today's events. Take a breather and blow off steam in peace, maybe." Adjusting his grip to better hold the vampire, he adds affably with a lilt of amused curiosity, casting a quick glance at the roses, sunflowers, wheat and lily-of-the-valleys as though gesturing to them with his eyes to prove his point. "You're still holding onto the flowers. Why didn't you throw them?" It's not an accusation. Just an observation...Okay fine! Maybe it's also grasping at straws in attempt to make conversation and break the ice! 

The groom's grey brows pinch in a faint scowl of uncertain bemusement, head titling to the side ever so slightly. (Can't help but find them interesting and rather striking– the way they thin out at the corners and taper upward, resembling an owl's ears a bit. And the little head tilt and pout adorable, like a dog or a bird.) 

—"I was supposed to...??" 

—"Well yes. It's kind of an unspoken part of the wedding. Right after the kiss, whoever catches it is said to marry next." Cue the bafflement getting stronger and more pronounced on his wife's porcelain, sharp yet delicate features. The owl-like eyebrows give a slight twitch as the man blinks twice, stumped. It nearly makes the husband laugh. 

It appears Owl-brows has no knowledge on human customs or culture and nobody bothered to clue him in. The fact that Pirin is a total stranger to Lightbearer affairs by itself is enough to fan further Valen's curiosity. The Solitaire has always been a very curious fellow since a young lad, and this inquisitiveness hasn't changed much in adulthood. Got a smidge subdued maybe, sure, but it's still there.  

Come to think of it–What is vampire culture like? Not like the dusty tomes at head quarters' library are very accurate. The few that do seem remotely credible are burnt almost half to cinders. 

"First time being in the Lightbearer Empire?" A small teasing quip and also poking for information. A gleam of mischief flashes in his pale violet irises, tinting his easy smile. Already, the captain has plans forming in his mind, the hopeless romantic nestled within him practically jumping at the chance to make their honeymoon and nuptial night the absolute best they can be.

–A nice candle-lit dinner with a tender heart-to-heart after this lovely stroll through Holistone's cobblestone streets, a warm bath to relax...And then some moments of passionate, exploratory love-making before lying in bed in each other's arms and basking in the afterglow. Maybe share a kiss in the morning or go for a ride on horseback through Ryeham and spend the day together there, on the countryside away from the hustle of town, a peaceful date–Just the two of them, getting to know each other better... 

What should I get him as a gift, I wonder? 

Looking down at the pallid beauty mutely gazing up at the skies and watching as some birds flit by, the impish glimmer melts to serene inquisitiveness. If he were to squint, forget about the murky waters of a potential case brewing beneath like decay altogether–This is a blind wedding with a happily everafter like those in fairy-tales. Not a terrible one either, at least in his book. From the drained look of resignation carved on Pirin's sharp features, it's likely a horrid nightmare he'd rather wake from. 

No answer meets his words, but that's fine, Valen doesn't rush him. No need to, there's plenty time now, isn't there? Neither of them is going anywhere. 

Instead he simply lets the silence hang, his long legs eating up the distance to their destination with ease. The swordsman's leisurely sure gait eases down, strides losing their brisk small spring and mellowing to a calmer pace–More meticulous and measured rather than cheery and light. Deliberate, pensive. 

If I slow down, would this peace linger? We can almost pretend nothing is wrong.. 

Taking the moment of quiet as opportunity to study the other person that he holds firmly in his arms, Valen's eyes glide over Pirin's sleek form, studying him like a mysterious book. Following the direction those hypnotizing pearls rest, he sees a lone crow fly past almost as if riding on the last rays of the setting sun. On the border between dusk and night, heralding the latter like an escort. 

On the ever thin and neigh-invisible line between an end and a new beginning. 

Looking back down at the vampire's soft face, he notices the dancing of brief tranquility, longing, loss, and..hope, a tiny weak flame not fully smothered. Beyond them– Deep reverence like a bow before majesty a naked eye doesn't see. Love, pure and raw, simple and quiet. In that moment, Valen gets his answers. Both ones he can give, and ones he cannot. 

A horse. I can give him a horse, a 'piece of nature'...and the warmth of love, if he'd let me. But will it be enough to ease the ailing thorns and heal the gaping tears on that bleeding heart? Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't hurt to try anyways. And hey, if things don't pan out between them as a couple or lovers, then being roommates and possibly friends is fine too. Only the monikers would be different in public eye.

The thought of seeing those mournful eyes light up and clear at his gifts, because of him, brings a satisfied smile to the knight's lips, eases the somber contemplation that had begun to drape over his mind.  Wait, why am I getting excited about this? Oh well, anyways–Dear goddess above, no way I'm falling already...I mean, running in circles and fretting over the underlying case won't help anyone. It's better to focus on the present and cross the bridge in due time than being on-edge 24/7. 

—"No. ...And yes." Hm?

The sound of tides washing ashore and pulling back softly flits in the air like a subtle melody as the duo gets closer to the northern part of town. The lights of the houses' windows neatly scattered and huddled in the neighbourhood come into the line of sight along with the small slope and stone steps leading farther in, towards the homes perched on the higher ground. Beyond, a stretch of the humble town's fortress wall sticks up like a sore thumb, somehow complementing the picturesque scenery of the residential district terraces. 

Neither man comments on it or how the towering marble statue of the goddess looms behind their back in the distance like the arrow of a sundial clock. ..And all of the implications dangling overhead, waiting patiently to crash down.

Raising his coarse brows quizzically, Valen hums in light-hearted tone. Another friendly jab aiming to ferret out information that seems to strike a chord. 

—"Alright, totally not cryptic and vague. I'm starting to think you like to speak in riddles like a Sphinx on the rare off-chance you do talk. Just saying." 

—"I don't." –The shorter man hisses somewhat irritably with a scoff. -"And I wasn't being cryptid or ambiguous, simply answered your question." He huffs at the smug 'Uh-huh.' little grin and playful wag of eyebrows that his husband gives him, eyes narrowing as he looks away and tries to elaborate. Just to prove he's not proving Valen's point. "Okay fine, I can see how I sounded as though I'm trying to be, fine. But I wasn't, alright?" That damn sassy smirk is still there. 

A wry unspoken 'Sure.' that only causes his spike of annoyance to thump a tiny idea louder. Ooh, how I want to swat that stupid knowing grin of yours, you have no idea. In truth, Valen does know, and is merely amusing himself with poking him here and there. Finally, some spark of life and fire at long last. 

'Bout time you livened up. And what a feisty one you're turning out to be! Heh, I like it.

—"I used to come down here as a child, when mother brought me along to practice my healing magic or watch her cure the ill too poor to afford a doctor. Sometimes we'd get invited to visit by a family, as thanks for our aid when seemingly no one else could or was willing to. ...We didn't stay for long." There's faraway nostalgia in his words, and bitterly tainted grief to the tone. Cold anger still simmering from old wounds. Resentment, paired with a sharp edge hinting at a tragedy deep underneath. ...Oh. The brown-haired solder's smile fades. He gives a tiny wince.

Valen opens his mouth to speak, murmur 'My condolences.' or 'I'm sorry.', but finds himself unable to make a sound. Like the words had gotten lodged in his throat. It'll be empty and shallow sentiment. Feeling his eyes on him and sensing his somber sympathy, muted solidarity, Pirin mutters in a low, listless near-whisper after falling silent for a long moment, turning his head away. 

—"...Don't pity me." I don't. 

Withdraws. 

Shuts him out, and retreats back into the fortress of thick frost. Their witty banter is cut short, and the Solitaire takes the cue to not keep pushing for more. 

One step forward and two-three back. 

Breathing a suppressed sigh dejectedly, Valen turns his gaze back ahead and return to his usual brisk pace of walking. His grip slightly tightens, cradling Pirin closer to his chest as he saunters the street weaving through the neighbourhood of the northern district and up the steps to the third level of the terraced hill.

Hopefully dinner will be better.

[offrozenmemoirs]

5,7 & 9 for the random headcanons for Seraph

Random Headcanons || Accepting! @astralechoes

5. Are there any fears your muse still holds from childhood? 

-Seraph doesn't really have any childhood fears, namely because both of his parents were more than capable of protecting him if need be...Now if you asked him what his fear is, it's giant plants. He was eaten by a giant man eating flytrap and as such keeps his distance. He was grateful for the Lord of Spring teaching him Radiant beam, because if one ever gets near him, he's going to blast it at point blank range until it's nothing more than cinders.

7. What clothes does your muse feel most comfortable in? why?

-Seraph feels the most comfortable in his armor, but outside of his armor, he typically wears light clothing like robes or a shoulderless long sleeve top. As of late however, within Abarlio, he's preferred to glamour his clothing in the appearance of summer wear, so shorts, sandals and an open shirt. Hell, sometimes he doesn't mind just going around shirtless...Something the sea nymphs of Atlantis appreciated.

9. Does your muse have any nervous habits? (biting lip, fidgeting, etc.)

-Seraph has a habit of rubbing the back of his neck or running his hands through his locs. Before he had a habit of tapping his foot or twiddling his thumbs. If he's not trying to show his nervousness, he tends to set his face in an unreadable expression, or one of stoicism. One that tends to happen after bigger battles, Seraph's hands start to shake, which both Sino and Soup have noticed and both of them tend to take his hands to calm him down.

[inbarfink]

[stellara-palette]

Cinder Nymph

#6F5A5B | #4B4753 | #AB613D | #D07431

[valentine-madness]

Flight Rising Vault Cleanout!

Anything scribbled out in red is sold.

I am cleaning out my vault; everything in the pictures above is for sale. Looking to get whatever the LAH/MP price is for everything.

I also have various fodder apparel/familiars I can sell for 2kt/2g apiece. Feel free to ask if I have anything specific.

The dragons pictured are all G1s; you can see them in this link.

I'm looking for: - Gems/treasure - Nocturne eggs - Missing familiars (see this link for my bestiary) - Awakened fams I am missing:

Blight Nymph

Boulder Nymph

Bubble Nymph

Cinder Nymph

Cloud Nymph

Electric Nymph

Flower Nymph

Ichor Nymph

Magic Nymph

Mistyhollow Agent

- Obelisk UMAs (creepy, horror, skeletons/bones, tech are what I would prefer) - Specific UMAs: Accent: Ancient Predator (42794), Accent: Divine Beast (41242), Accent: OR 1=1 (41342), Accent: Obsolete (40117), Skin: Eyes on the Prize (46196), Skin: Jaguar Fiesta (46386), Skin: lucretia, my reflection (39942), Skin: Yin Hu Fu (41239)

I am HTML #363272 if you want to contact me on Flight Rising. Very willing to haggle/swap everything.

[libidomechanica]

But she best pebbled sigh, from

A kimo sequence

               First Chapter

The nurse opening said in there the Baron’s clock, and such deep! Faint nor what to arrive the child.

               Second Chapter

Why handsome reacher with a knot, fair this march out its foot one! Wit to be you to comforter!

               Third Chapter

But there Beadsman, too, bent with things routine— look at solve if he though many part: as the bier wind.

               Fourth Chapter

The greenness holds and the yards of all sighs: and he secret of there—there. Power, hung time away.

               Fifth Chapter

For yet—be hand, full of Cathay. It is treading not thee long; for this: throughness of Arcady?

               Sixth Chapter

And all amorous feast. I love; time to smutch even serpent in their one to a lip to weep.

               Seventh Chapter

With that when so sweet from my friend’s directions do I love; and by you see thee to sigh; If there.

               Eighth Chapter

Is forehead of May; take my thought have be foughts and anxious: see! From the Charless real while as moon!

               Ninth Chapter

And woos, who knell! Grow, and jet: my name could go: perhaps will lovely ray, as replied, all OK.

               Tenth Chapter

Tomorrows, to not the fault. Thus the very friend! And why the night, art stayneth! Of pleased her blue!

               Eleventh Chapter

When you see, that same; if between to see they wants after so sweets of men. Made him down tucked men.

               Twelfth Chapter

Vault of you. Larger come crystal bright with winds. A chariot, belong pain, for sweet love that be.

               Thirteenth Chapter

Woe is the sweetly be made that grasses, shall vex thee her eye. Our true, to must nook, old return!

               Fourteenth Chapter

No bad dreaming hones to Locksley Hall! Next Camus, reacher will days that straightness, my sleepy one!

               Fifteenth Chapter

Will silvery touch’d out, O! She feet, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Pigeons make us on me. Thou fool!

               Sixteenth Chapter

And in the cannot the strange tide. In time in lap of her limbs relax, her depths and these contempt!

               Seventeenth Chapter

My native in for all that clouds, they captive call: for sigh forehears begun: rift these? Foot one!

               Eighteenth Chapter

And them? He sands, I were greeting, perhaps come in his old makes me so, the earth shalt more to write!

               Nineteenth Chapter

Where in virtue know thus show how have done. Tell meeting, that hath thee hence cannon-ball fash. As dream.

               Twentieth Chapter

Sure of Arcadian lore. But in misse this capable to twirl the brought is the moorlands old.

               Twenty-first Chapter

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my distres on our fish, gold clouds, and suffer of old thee.

               Twenty-second Chapter

The kindest balsam, so the had lord’s ear. Do you translate espouses fed, bizarrels last bee.

               Twenty-third Chapter

Not attendering pray for for Nay! The rose that enfeeble shortest statue warned by their fruit?

               Twenty-fourth Chapter

To be like a round his line perilous foretold, as angry life, shall lot. Slow dejects her woe.

               Twenty-fifth Chapter

The greed among those tree. No bad complicate, softly from human race of right he meanest man.

               Twenty-sixth Chapter

“Company of the rain, and sin, I grieve. And striving souls can stocking smart. Or out o’ h—ll.

               Twenty-seventh Chapter

Like a cinder ear, throughts to be seized by charm’d sounding into a fire or doe, but to rever!

               Twenty-eighth Chapter

Do not pale of youth, for the mirth, which heart broke and the holly five. Is fresh cast an auld was grown.

               Twenty-ninth Chapter

As stream thou waked body wiped all those lost appear before shore? Leaves life in torment! Farewell!

               Thirtieth Chapter

A worthy trod, on every mind, and two yearning to speak, and bravers’ den? Even the show here?

               Thirty-first Chapter

The skulls him derides. A kissable at my dizzy trance, chill on rose, chain many a mermaine!

               Thirty-second Chapter

The female pain. With goodness nymph upright as the ragged slenderly I sing, for I should blow?

               Thirty-third Chapter

”—At thee that I weigh thy bedded in me. Of the tried and questions of tropic shade, that it live.

               Thirty-fourth Chapter

Like to pleasant Orange. Both heaven, to end oft would runs, and way, why witch #1 with faculties set.

               Thirty-fifth Chapter

Meandering whale, like. Whom think of tall, and you heart of malice sight, and down the Latmian love?

               Thirty-sixth Chapter

And woods in the mutter’d, would I turn. And when God accents, thy have awake! This court should I turn.

               Thirty-seventh Chapter

As surely by himself respect chastes. All renderneath and from thy quest. And joys comforter!

               Thirty-eighth Chapter

And was will not speak of his pace, alas! In fragrant there ye, Nymphs, where upon days and the prest.

               Thirty-ninth Chapter

They glittered his father mankincense free in ways. My heart you dost noted her half the ragbag.

               Fortieth Chapter

His which sight and spread or stop that one, it is little pond which makes musick unpruned will shape!

               Forty-first Chapter

And a near thee hence extender, but the live. I had been the sea up the lips, with kirk and soul.

               Forty-second Chapter

Phoebus’ should head, a little main Next Camus, revelry, before? To the night,—without straight gleam.

               Forty-third Chapter

But evening of her happed upon my earthly royal malady pass it. By all evening.

               Forty-fourth Chapter

In the stole to you, all it doth keep maw her strong. Make my worth, our dead, so sad, so ever son.

               Forty-fifth Chapter

For things into thing birds to be requestion complete earth. Some hers be made him the ground, though cave!

               Forty-sixth Chapter

Ten flutter enclose o’er the nurses. That thy less, knees. Oh me! Hold silver’d to flesh and comfort?

               Forty-seventh Chapter

And have rest: yet I ween, because her hast plain’d, your shower kept, as there I go. His eyes we were.

               Forty-eighth Chapter

Both discover, sixteen stand all the tree, and pines. That cried: prayers, bright at all the bleached the best.

               Forty-ninth Chapter

Last Christabel! Your trust thee in the devil the partiall loos’d, down in our direction her love.

               Fiftieth Chapter

—Cannot she wage a restle. But with ruth, her name is passion with arms of the owlet’s honour!

               Fifty-first Chapter

Where, or for even it heart’s passion. I kissed herself she watery love, methought drops of what?

               Fifty-second Chapter

Her very sweet. She can be, but it O Sovereign film sans subtile she cruel too well tied hues.

               Fifty-third Chapter

That past which when I thine is were it. That will with the love constance, but she was they sped; and grone.

               Fifty-fourth Chapter

Sparkles—never hail. Or forms to have good does the wonderment’st that the wither chain and they St.

               Fifty-fifth Chapter

Then conceiv’st, is wife. Could through for it the had done, his due, one must was money in the silence.

               Fifty-sixth Chapter

And she sank down upon my thou canst nook. They sigh, distress shall live or to be absent lowers.

               Fifty-seventh Chapter

And, and after is ashes lying. And light’s shall let me to many women line, summer legs.

               Fifty-eighth Chapter

For thy most dead woodcutter enclosed top, and her in the sun, even in a windowy net.

               Fifty-ninth Chapter

It happy am I in mutual affection, like can lay into thee? Precious comfort?

               Sixtieth Chapter

Yet must died the crones, O Sea! The light said, be incense from hence, gilded all the silver live.

               Sixty-first Chapter

Then weeds were! Who are glowing verge of morning bodies fled evening wave high, which I doubt, you know?

               Sixty-second Chapter

Was no other cheer, want in basket. Sometime shall violence find is, when he hallow: essence.

               Sixty-third Chapter

Alas! Larger count blink it shook her wonders— past thou art are his eyes were gray: tis over told.

               Sixty-fourth Chapter

And all of still on sound. And I am murderingly do you, no sight, the ride, the had slain.

               Sixty-fifth Chapter

It at last that women have shall rate dry! Have her face it flush; the world, and I have done in it.

               Sixty-sixth Chapter

Well easy slide, like to tell me maiden’s heart know he rose-jacynth to kill? But rest? And away!

               Sixty-seventh Chapter

I hopeless decline with he, and scorn, their glossy ravish’d, when Hill. Richly complicated in?

               Sixty-eighth Chapter

Cannot quell in russet robe arrange now! Than ware, my tomb the same forehearse. The mountain-paths.

               Sixty-ninth Chapter

The tiger-moth’s despite: and the city’s eye, and in sea now for so mild woos? Apace and woos?

               Seventieth Chapter

Wond’rous tales and did he, who love conceive! I cut in sleep you, with minglets doth his monasterns.

               Seventy-first Chapter

To hard feverous wood and must, and also, became inmate with force, no human race. He same.

               Seventy-second Chapter

Let you survey And of space, but wisdom? But Sylvio sooth! And deformed the rose-enamel.

               Seventy-third Chapter

Their standing may so sweet Tibbie Dunbar? In vain his marry. Has not by my numberous song.

               Seventy-fourth Chapter

Said he, think how came too, let it last my sickly footing lies. Sad, in pink but draw not enough.

               Seventy-fifth Chapter

No powers to my day fast spoused tight! And tween thought shone, in the trade, and me. Man, as a tomb.

               Seventy-sixth Chapter

And aright. Love in the gross a vapour, and this. Sing meant. Or ripe to see my love, wherefore?

               Seventy-seventh Chapter

Nor sea short a-bed; she sad stol’n the said, however, that harms accustom. In that breath he part?

               Seventy-eighth Chapter

Their starvest for your wings—o let me by one? Shelter honor feature gone bag man, after me?

               Seventy-ninth Chapter

While than the hear like him safe-smiling sermon. But, fondest land de Vaux of wretched woods, and town.

               Eightieth Chapter

Which even as Anacreon shut very moment while than doth plain the Line. Bounds were dreary road.

               Eighty-first Chapter

How many a dusky gleam; sweet some in the breath! Curse I cannot weary pout; just on her blue!

               Eighty-second Chapter

A starvest by a fly; I hid my care; all cloud-born elfin-storm. Now I will diets boundeth!

               Eighty-third Chapter

‘By my kindest from other Cybele! And breath the walked as altogether feet what’s turtle.

               Eighty-fourth Chapter

Whose nutria-things; the king, and take they tall a womanly Pittsburgh. Thus reprieve; flowers in.

               Eighty-fifth Chapter

Who had wronged listening loom of a baskets. Home mine eyes lifting somethinkes the come—thou him.

               Eighty-sixth Chapter

As well nigh foreigns, arms? Nothing to see them I love, the steps, till itself in the crags, O Sea!

               Eighty-seventh Chapter

Old Angela washed marigolds, nough stepp’d serving warmly like a gum. Ye muse with miserable.

               Eighty-eighth Chapter

Thus Nature’s whole fairer yet! He moan had zoned her time to hides and rise is of from such discerne.

               Eighty-ninth Chapter

The lectual selfe beleeue that shed waved with place, lattices must be: for itself, if I am turned.

               Ninetieth Chapter

Am taking Stephen Hill. Going the Travesera de Gracia in Barcely with grow.

               Ninety-first Chapter

Grew in search hall, until I feelings with stiff bitch? ’Ve mickle on the moon, will desire?

               Ninety-second Chapter

Sign the chest, like a new-born or me, nor hill of his ward to the sound. I know, the worms, her mouths!

               Ninety-third Chapter

I call wilt for a noble mine do stirr’d time is even to-day, with money, I come.—Well-known!

               Ninety-fourth Chapter

Thou knock me down. Ah, if these press join’d for for forehead of its hope where with either’s breath’—alas!

               Ninety-fifth Chapter

She must things, fearful wise come unto her heate from the care, my touch and maid, alas! Who puff you.

               Ninety-sixth Chapter

With sleepy me! I’d caressing, mellow heau’nly foot our stood still, mystering at evening.

               Ninety-seventh Chapter

Grew fain his; nor spoke occupy. Playing: now, the last doth at all: in my smart, and weak it ends.

               Ninety-eighth Chapter

He can see. I’ll look into the sea and leave me, i and my lord, himself she promontory.

               Ninety-ninth Chapter

—The grave, cuckoo! She sacred conjure the stands sever. We are kisse in the pine! Such a cast speech!

               One hundredth Chapter

Over to have spell hold true? Close the kitchen love—he—but all the jingling, what it in default.

               One hundred and first Chapter

On some general ditties were entitle stood, and woo the spired, endymion: woe! Because thief.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, April 12

SPIKE: I'm really glad I came here, you know? I've been all wrongheaded about this. Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I've just gotta be the man I was, (stands proud) the man she loved. I'm gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I'll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again. (goes to leave) Love's a funny thing.

~~Lovers Walk~~

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Friend And Foe by badly_knitted (Buffy, Joyce, Spike, Angel, PG)

Homecoming by SomeKindOfADeviant (Spike/Drusilla, T)

I'll Get Older (But Your Lovers Stay My Age) by thoughtsofahouseplant (Buffy/Spike, T)

April Showers (Bring Me Flowers) by BeatriceEveryTuesday (Buffy/Anya, E)

take heart by ElasticElla (Buffy/Drusilla, M)

scars by BeatriceEveryTuesday (Buffy, T)

Dead Man’s Best Friend by disco_tea (Buffy/Spike, Spike & OC, T)

Poem: Bring Me Back To Life by LiraelClayr007 (Buffy/Spike, T)

Girls' Night by SomeKindOfADeviant (Fanged Four, T)

Dreams by decapiitare (Wesley & OC, T)

I Wish We Could Have Stayed Friends. by spikesgirl58 (Buffy x Spike, T)

Untitled ficlet for the prompt "Angelus + affection" by prose-for-hire (Angelus/reader, not rated, brief mentions of murder and torture)

The Key for Lover's Walk by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, G)

[Chaptered Fiction]

In The Dark With You, Ch. 5 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Spiderwebs, Ch. 18 by Willow25 (Buffy/Spike, R)

ever waiting airports (full of the love that you deserve) Ch. 10 by MixSaysRawr (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

From Hell with Love, Ch. 4 by temporarytitle (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Witch’s Gift, Ch. 5 by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Key Saves Spuffy, Ch. 12 by Dynamite (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

42, Ch. 12 by Dynamite (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Crushing Expectations, Ch. 4-6 by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Creative Solutions, Ch. 4 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Unconditional, Ch. 2 by Blade Redwind (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Give Me Back My Girlhood, It Was Mine First, Ch. 8 by Wonder and Ashes (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Cinder-Buffy, Ch. 5 by holetoledo (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

And Then, Spike Was a Girl, Ch. 3 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Trying, Ch. 5-12 by Pet35 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

So One of Us is Living, Ch. 2-3 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Fidelity, Ch. 1 by Sigyn (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Lover's Envy, Ch. 1 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Scooby’s Auxiliary Fight Club (& Support Group) Ch. 1 by fortes775 (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Neighbor's Point of View, Ch. 1 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG)

The Nymph's Kiss, Ch. 8 by KyliaQuilor (Amy Madison / various characters, FR21)

Ressurrected, Ch. 4 by Kate (Highlander crossover, Scoobies, FR15)

Healed By Love, Ch. 6 by Buffyworldbuilder (The Vampire Diaries crossover, Scoobies, FR21)

Postcards and Snapshots, Ch. 4 by TheSunnySlayer (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Bring Him Home, Ch. 7 by Acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, G)

Those 2 again, Ch. 1 by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, G)

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[craziechwiv]

If I may toss my couple of cents into this whole discussion, I think Cinder would be a demon or devil like a humanoid hybrid.

Mercury would be a centaur, cuz of l e g s.

Emerald or Neo would be a Nymph.

And as an added bonus, Coco would be a Kitsune. I don't know why, she just seems to be hitting that one for me.

... I now want to make an AU where Beacon is a monster school. And Jaune's a human. The originality is dead but since i reposted about an oni Pyrrha today... An apologetic 3m tall muscular woman who only wants to be treated normally and all. But i first need to finish my other stories and all that.

[nyaseoki]

Cinder Nymphs on the AH now!

@fr-boosts @fr-dragon-sales

[archenitesky]

Familiar Matching day 233: Cinder Nymph

"A creature of uncommon bravery. It collects cinders for its patron."

Genes: Shale Tiger/Silver Blend/Cantaloupe Spines/Fire Innocent

Thought I was giving up on these didn't you? No, just a stupid long hiatus while I worked out some things. But now, with a new year approaching I really want to get back into this so let's start the new decade off right!!!

[a-drop-of-nightshade]

L smiled at her shyly, he really did think she was pretty and strong, her scars told a story of hardship and survival and he found it beautiful, although he couldn’t deny she had a nice body, he really couldn’t. When she reacted to finding out Cinder was his dad he smiled bashfully, “Yeah, dad says there’s some out here, but I haven’t actually left the forest, I mean, well… I’ve snuck out a few times when I’ve gotten real hungry and dad hasn’t brought anyone back but.” He shrugged, “I wouldn’t have told you if you didn’t say you knew dad, but dad wouldn’t hang around bad people.” He said with a shrug.

He laughed, “Right? It was dad’s idea, he made this whole space for me.” He said before h went bright red and plucked one of the flowers from his hair, “I Uh… I was spending some time with the nymphs okay?” He muttered embarrassed before carefully leading Izzy down the steps, he could see how her eyes were, “Sorry for the steps, we’re almost there.” He told her as the roots shut behind them to hide the entrance, at the bottom he smiled and gestured, “welcome to my humble abode I guess?” He said with a small laugh, it was like a smaller version of Cinder’s pantheon, but it was covered in plants and flowers, the forest having bled down and melded with it, the air hummed with life and power.

“Come on the wardrobes over here.” He said leading her to the walk in closet, “What sort of clothes do you like? Dad set me up with all sorts from all over, oh! If you want we could try them on and show each other, o-or if not that’s cool too.” He stuttered a little nervously, his tail flicking about, it was clear he was excited to have someone over, because he was almost always alone.

@x-god-its-brutal-out-here-x / @a-drop-of-nightshade

Izzy groaned as she woke up from the drugs that had knocked her ass out. Frowning she found herself in the middle of a forest chained to some strange stone pillar. Looking around she didn't seen anyone nearby and it just confused her. Getting up she froze finding herself in a skimpy ceremonial robe that showed off all her blue skin and scars. Tugging at the chains she groaned as the release for them was far higher than she could reach. Jumping a bit she tried to reach it to break free. "C'mon ya fuckah."