#Flaries

[pokemonastro]

#Page1Book1 #PokemonAstro

18th Birthday Hurtday

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2023, 7:00AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cold, Wet, Windy, Foggy Skies

Brother Marek's Cabin

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"When sudden change is filling you with dread and anxiety, remember to wear your heart on your poisonous horns and pierce on boldly. -Elkhorn Horoscope, Pokezine"

Andrew Diaz, just turned 18, reads his magazine as he arrives to his brother Marek's Cabin in a moving truck.

He spends most of the morning unpacking, settling in his new home with his older sister, Linda.

His room is upstairs with grey walls, reminded him of steel type pokemon.

He wishes his parents were around to see them, too bad they're busy out in space doing missions.

Andrew goes downstairs and his sister talks to him.

Linda: "Andy, i think it's time you go to the lab and get yourself a pokemon. You graduated highschool, you're an adult, and you don't even have a pokemon. Maybe its time to earn some badges."

Marek calls on Andrews Pokegear, and Andrew answers.

Andrew: "Hello?"

Marek: "Happy birthday Andickus! I'm sorry i couldn't greet you in person, but i promise you're gonna love the cabin this year, i finally got wifi."

Andrew: "I'll try, weather up here is going to be amazing when Summers over, not."

Marek: "Yeah! It can be, unless it snows too much! I know your weak blood circulation makes you freeze up, take care."

Marek hangs up the call.

Andrew: "I'm going to shower and change, unpacking made me sweaty."

Somebody knocks on the door.

Andrew gets a message on his pokegear.

Linda: "Who could it be?"

Andrew: "I don't know, you open the door."

Linda: "What if it's a Sesquacha pokemon trying to lure us into the woods."

Andrew: "It's 9AM in the morning, Those aren't out at this hour."

Andrew opens the door and his neighbor Zoe rushes in.

Zoe: "Hi Linda! It's great to have you back! I thought you were going to chicken out on returning to Marek's cabin. Hi Andy."

Andrew: "Hi."

Zoe: "Well, I'm off to the Professors lab! He has a razor fang for my little Eevee, Darwin. I'm going to evolve it into a dragon type eevee, Drakeon. It grows bat like wings!"

Andrew: "Can you wait for me? i have to shower and change."

Zoe: "You know where the lab is at. Just walk over! Don't act like you never been here to Mooncrest before, Unova boy."

Andrew: "It's been 10 years!"

Zoe: "10 years too many! Hurry!"

Zoe and Linda sit in the living room drinking coffee as Andrew showers and changes clothes.

He wore red underwear, white hair ties, black mesh tank-top with sky blue jeans, grey feraligator belt, white socks with white shoes.

He looked into his mirror with his amber eyes and saw himself:

He grabbed his keys, pokegear, and dashed down stairs.

Andrew: "I'm ready!"

Zoe salutes Linda goodbye and she leads Andrew to her indigo blue car outside.

They get inside the car and drive off to the pokemon lab in north Mooncrest.

Zoe: "Are you wearing deodorant?"

Andrew: "Oops, no."

Zoe: "Something smells nice, like Pecha berry."

Andrew: "Thats my anti dandruff shampoo"

Zoe: "Oh, your scalp is dry?"

Andrew: "Yeah, from bleaching my hair blond in Unova. I dyed it black and now it's dry and flakey."

Zoe: "I see, your hair is jet black."

Andrew: "Thanks."

They sit as Zoe plays her music and they drive in silence for 15 minutes.

The Songs she played in her car were:

Save your tears by The Weeknd

Toy Soldier by Martika

Beat it by Michael Jackson.

They arrive at the pokemon lab parking lot and get off the car.

A large Honchkrow attacks them with dark pulse from the tree up above.

Andrew flinches.

Zoe sends out her Eevee.

Zoe: "Darwin double kick the tree trunk!"

Darwin, Zoe's Eevee, kicks the tree twice and it shakes off the wild pokemon, it flies away.

Zoe: "That was a close one, return!"

Level 10 Darwin goes back in its pokeball.

Zoe and Andrew quickly rush into the Pokelab and go straight to the Professors office.

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2023, 9:35AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cold, Wet, Windy, Foggy Skies

Professor Bristlecones Lab

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Zoe knocks on Professor Bristlecones office door.

Zoe: "Hello! Pawpaw! It's me, Zoe! Good morning! I have an old friend who wants to see you!"

Bristlecone: "How old?"

Zoe: "17."

Andrew: "18. Todays my birthday"

Zoe: "Oh yeah, you're an Elkhorn zodiac. I forgot Well, he needs a pokemon."

Bristlecone: "18, with no pokemon, thats outrageous, what if you get attacked?"

Andrew: "I never think about that stuff."

Suddenly A Honchkrow and two Murkrow bash through the windows and attack the office room with Gust, pages fly everywhere.

Zoe: "Go! Darwin, use Swift!"

Bristlecone reacts quickly too.

He offers Andrew a fire, grass or water pokeball.

Its contained Flaries, Virtian and Skruid.

Bristlecone: "Hey kid, hurry! Pick one and kick those pokemon butts!"

Bristlecone sent out his Calvada Beldum.

Bristlecone: "Don't just stand there, pick a starter pokemon!"

Andrew panicked, he didn't know what to choose.

He knew water pokemon were abundant so he didn't choose Skruid, the bubble krill pokemon.

Grass pokemon were also abundant so he didn't pick Virtian, the tool monkey pokemon.

He chose the fire starter, Flaries, fire pillow pokemon, which were much rare in the region, so he chose that and named him Machoman.

Andrew: "Go Machoman! Use tackle!"

Machoman the Flaries used tackle on one of the Murkrows and it was a critical hit, It flew off back outside.

Bristlecone: "Beldum use take down on the Honchkrow!"

level 19 Beldum used takedown on level 15 Honchkrow and it flew away.

Zoe: "Darwin, use swift!"

Darwin attacked the remaining Murkrow and it left.

Zoe: "Guess i have to clean all this glass in your office, grandpa."

Bristlecone: "No, no, it's okay, I'll sort everything. Run along with your friend now. Who evolves a Murkrow into a Honchkrow and releases it into the wild. Maybe it found a dusk stone."

Andrew: "My name is Andrew, Andrew Diaz."

Bristlecone: "You must be Marek Diaz little brother. Glad to see you. Aaron."

Andrew: "It's Andrew. Thanks for the pokemon."

Bristlecone: "Yeah, don't mention it. Zoe take your little friend to the restroom and use the emergency kit supplies to band-aid Andrews cheek, glass seem to have cut him and made him bleed, oh, you got a cut too!"

Andrew touches his cheek and feels the blood.

Andrew: "Ahh!!!"

Zoe: "Lets patch us up. Return Darwin."

Darwin goes back inside its pokeball.

Bristlecone: "Return, Beldum!"

Beldum returns to its pokeball.

Zoe quickly scanned Flaries with her pokedex, it registered Machoman at level 6.

Zoe: "Andrew your Flaries grew to level 6. It learned the steam type move hot breath"

Andrew: "Return, machoman."

Bristlecone grabbed a pokeball from his drawer and unleashed a Rotom.

Bristlecone: "Anderson, hand me your pokegear device."

Andrew: "It's Aaron, I mean, Andrew."

Bristlecone: "Rotom, enter Adrian's phone and transform it into a Pokedex."

Rotom went into Andrews pocket and went inside his pokegear phone and transformed it.

Rotom flew out the pocket and floated around Andrew.

Rotom: "You have one unread message from Dad."

Bristlecone: "Probably a birthday wish Aiden, Anyways you may now be able to research and study pokemon with this ghoulish device, just don't try to hack it or it will hack you andre, hahahahaha, ill go get the broom and dustpan."

Zoe grabbed Andrews hand and led him to the restroom where she used the emergency kit to find a bandaid and patch Andrews cut cheek.

Zoe: "Pretty scary huh?"

Andrew: "All that, nah!"

Zoe: "I seen those Swanna hair bumps on your arms."

Andrew: "Haha, no, for reals, I was chill. I felt safe around the professor."

Zoe: "Sure... What are your plans after this?"

Andrew: "Probably go home, pack up my pokebag and head to route 1."

Zoe: "What's on route 1?"

Andrew: "It leads me to Rednose, no?"

Zoe: "What's in Rednose?"

Andrew: "The closest Gym."

Zoe: "You may want to train your pokemon hard if you want to beat Ice Gym leader Kylie."

Andrew: "I have a fire pokemon, it will be easy."

Zoe: "But you don't know any strong fire moves."

Andrew: "I have TMs stored in PC lockers at the pokecenter. My parents left them over for me."

Bristlecone opens the restroom door.

Bristlecone: "Here Zoe, Here's that razor fang you asked for."

Zoe: "Thank you pawpaw."

Bristlecone leaves back to his office and continues to clean the window glass.

Andrew: "But, yeah, my parents left me TM moves Thunder, Flamethrower, Blizzard and Psychic."

Zoe: "Must be nice being spoiled.... not that i'm saying you're a brat."

Andrew: ...

Zoe: "We'll I should take you back home."

Andrew: "Yeah, but no thanks. I'll walk to the pokemon center from here."

Zoe: "Okay, I'm going to eat a moomoo burger at moomoo cafe, see ya later! Take these 10 pokeballs."

They leave the pokemon lab and Zoe enters her car and leaves.

Andrew began his walk to the pokemon center which was 15 minutes away from the lab by foot.

He let out Machoman and let him walk with him, to build up his stamina, he also played music on his Pokegear, now Pokedex.

He Played the Songs:

Toxicity by System of the down,

Void by Melanie Martinez,

Ring of fire by Johnny Cash.

He arrived to the pokemon center.

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2023, 10:10AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cold, Windy, Clear Skies

Mooncrest Pokemon Center

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Nurse Joy: "Good morning, Welcome."

Andrew went to the basement to the locker room and unlocked his locker.

He took out his TM Flame blast."

Andrew: "Huh... it wasn't flamethrower, it's Flame blast..."

Andrew: "Rotom, can Flaries learn Flame blast?"

Rotom: 'No, Flaries cannot learn fire move. It's learnable at the 3rd stage however."

Andrew: "Wow, what about Thunder?"

Rotom: "No."

Andrew: "Blizzard?"

Rotom: "No."

Andrew: "Weird, what about psychic?"

Rotom: "No."

Andrew: "What typings are Laries 3rd stage.

Rotom: "3rd Stage Laries is Fire/Light Type."

Andrew: "What? What is Skruids 3rd stage type?"

Rotom: "3rd Stage is Water/Steam"

Andrew: "How does a big shell pokemon fly?"

Rotom: "Special Ability: Balloon Flight, lets it float with a snot bubble over the ocean."

Andrew: "What is Virtians 3rd stage types?"

Rotom: "Grass/Cosmic"

Andrew: "What!? I missed out on a Cosmic pokemon?"

Rotom: "I believe so."

Andrew: "Hey there's a 5th tm disc. Saber claw, light move. Can Flaries learn that?"

Rotom: "Yes."

Andrew: "Sweet!"

Andrew releases Machoman in the locker room and puts the TM disc in the pokeball.

Andrew returns Machoman inside the pokeball and the disc processes inside.

Rotom: "Congratulations: Machoman learned Saber claw."

Andrew: "Cool."

Andrew exits the pokemon center and waits at the pokestop.

Suddenly Honchkrow lands above the pokestop.

Andrew gets very nervous.

Andrew: "Alright, this bird has been following me for a while, time to take it down."

Andrew runs out from under the pokestop and sends out Flaries.

Andrew: "Go Machoman! Saber claws."

Machoman's claws glow white little lasers.

Honchkrow laughed, flew around Flaries and used peck.

Andrew: "Now! Machoman, Saber claw him!"

Machoman used saber claw on Honchkrow and burned its tail feathers.

Honchkrow got real angry and spoke:

Honchkrow: *Mimicking humans voice* "Xsshole!"

Honchkrow flew around Machoman and used peck.

Andrew: "Machoman, Saber claws now!"

Machoman grabbed Honchkrow's leg and used saber claw with its other hand.

The saber claw burned through its beard feathers and struck punch its chest."

Andrew: " Critical hit! Alright!"

Honchkrow showed signs of exhaustion.

Andrew threw a pokeball.

Honchkrow went inside the pokeball and the release button pulsed white 3 times.

Andrew: "Alright!"

Rotom: "Honchkrow, the tormentor pokemon, evolution of Murkrow. This pokemon is native to the Jhoto and Sinnoh region though became prevalent in the new world. Honchkrow is at level 16, it knows Gust, Peck, Nightshade and Dark Pulse. Would you like to assign a nickname?'

Andrew: "Yes, Raven"

Rotom: "Congratulations! Honchkrow is now Raven!"

Andrew: "Rotom, call the professor."

Rotom: "The professor sent you straight to voicemail."

[lvmbien]

Another handful of various yuusona scribbles because why not

The tiny lizard is a friend's twst sona; he said he would try and drink chemicals in alchemy class and I wanted an excuse to draw my Yuu in their lab gear so it got doodled lol. (I just really like the concept of them pushing their bangs out of their face with the goggles.)

The pomefiore dorm uniform one is based on an AU of sorts that I proposed to the friend group and the other two are just my Yuu in some formal wear.

there are some more doodles featuring floyd (+ azul and jade) under the cut as well ✌

(they're wearing shorts I promise; the hoodie and sweatshirt just swallow them sdfgh)

(character on the far right is my brother's twst sona <3 these four combined would be absolute chaos, sorry in advance to your sanity 'zul 🙏 )

including these last ones just because they were fun, even if it would be a pain to explain the context behind why i drew them.

pov; you slandered the fish mafia in front of their tiny feral boyfriend and he went into immediate guard dog mode

[hotchfiles]

↪ QUIS UT DEUS? ─ chapter one.

AN IN NOMINE PATRIS, ET FILII, ET SPIRITUS SANCTI INSTALLMENT

pairing: hotch x fem!consultant!reader. summary: murders committed using catholic symbology gets emily to convince hotch it's time to ask for an expert. luckily for you, you're the expert. content warnings: canon typical violence. religious themes. spoilers to season 4. mature themes. word count: 1.5K

    In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti…

    “Amen.” If you weren’t paying attention and side eyeing him at that exact moment, you might’ve lost the way his lips moved following the ritual, no word actually leaving his mouth. 

    The black haired man didn’t look too comfortable, but didn’t look out of place either, he knew the cues, he spoke the words on automatic it seemed. It amused you to observe people’s behavior on holy grounds, that was part of the reason you asked to meet in silver spring.

    “Catholic, Mr. Hotchner?” Your question is met with a low scoff, the type only those with a bad bad history with the church gave you. “That much, huh?”

    “My parents were.” The answer is simple and you think it might stop at that, but he shakes his head and scoffs again. “I was an altar boy for years before I left for boarding school.” You nod. 

    “Ah. I've met some of you in my research.” Some of you. Church babies, altar boys. Spoon fed the bible from birth while watching everyone around sin. Sin becoming a term to reflect on what they hated. 

    “And you? Catholic?” 

    “Oh no. Never been.” You don’t explain much, aware Emily probably told him of your time in Rome, where the two of you met. “Your UnSub is though. Either devoted to Saint Michael or knows enough about his roles to look like one.” You note, being reminded of the pictures Emily sent you, big stab wounds, a small scale tipped to one side, the words Hebrews 9:22 written in blood. 

    Hotchner doesn’t reply, making a mental reminder of the new information, he looks around the place as you both leave the church and it hits him, Silver Spring’s St. Michael the Archangel parish, the church you chose as a meeting place. 

    He wouldn’t usually accept consultation for cases, especially from outsiders. And to be fair, the BAU doesn’t usually need any, Reid alone has more knowledge than anyone Hotch has ever met, and despite the humbleness he tends to show, Hotch himself can take care of the general book knowledge if Reid doesn’t step up to it. But he trusted Emily, and Emily spoke more highly of you than of anyone. Honestly, he was also trying to make amends after not having her back during the Matthew case they had not long before. 

    “She's in town giving lectures, it’s an asset we have easy access to, so why not use it?” Were her final and most convincing words before Hotch nodded in agreement, watching Emily make the call that led to the meeting. 

    He thinks now, as he’s driving both of you to Quantico, that maybe Emily should’ve been the one here, his attempts to strike conversation falling flat as you don’t even remember the last time you had to make small talk with someone, it felt awkward all of a sudden, as if you were on a date. 

    “I'm so sorry, I'm not too good with… People.” You blurt out after a long minute of silence, your neck suddenly warm from embarrassment. 

    Hotch side eyes you, brows lifted in confusion. You seemed much less confident in the car now than what you showed him of you minutes before back at the church. He figures you felt confident talking about your area of expertise and that he could relate to easily. “Did you notice anything else by the pictures Emily sent you?” 

    The switch of topic makes you sigh loudly in relief and you mentally thank him for brushing your silliness off. “He’s using different pieces of catholic dogma and putting it together, but most of the symbology eludes to Michael, the stabbing looks like a sword, the tipped scale indicates judgment, the verse he chose doesn’t cite Michael but talks about sins being forgiven by the shedding of blood… He’s the judge and executioner of his victims.” You try not to sound excited as you ramble on, it’s a terrible thing to witness, the pictures were grotesque and would’ve made you sick on a normal day, but the cherry picking of symbols the murderer seemed to make fascinated you. 

    “So you believe it’s a man?” 

    “Oh! I–I don’t know? I just assumed… Is that misogynistic?” You mumble the last part more to yourself, but it’s loud enough to make him chuckle and you look at him quickly to make sure it’s not mean spirited. 

    It’s definitely not. But it is amusing from a profiler perspective, he’s so used to defining serials’ genders by their crimes he hasn’t thought about misogyny being a factor to those assumptions in a long time. 

    “Brutality suggests male. But posing looks remorseful, theatrical…” His grip on the wheel tightens, two victims by now, feet crossed, arms wide open. 

    “If there were more allusions to the crucifixion, yeah, but I–” You take your phone out to look at the pictures once more, an attempt to seem less abstract in what you’re about to say. “No crown, no nails, this isn’t about Christ, it’s about punishment–I mean, I think.” You’re not usually self conscious about your knowledge but inferring characteristics and desires to someone by looking at a crime scene was not your specialty. 

    “To further point they were judged and executed…” Hotch nods, understanding where your line of thought is going and completing it immediately, not leaving you much time to doubt yourself. 

    “A very shameful execution.” 

    You both spend the short ride from Silver Springs to Quantico going over the symbology present, you tried to help here and there with the associations of what you saw to who could’ve done it, even though that was not what you were called in for. Strangely enough—for him at least, Hotch didn’t seem to mind your guesses, they were educated ones.

    And it was interesting to hear someone speak with such passion about religious aspects without any of the fundamentalism. It was definitely something he wasn’t used to.

    “Mi amore!” Are the first words you hear as you enter the famous bullpen from Emily’s texts, her arms surrounding you in a tight warm hug you haven’t felt in years—it hits you then how long has it been. You weren’t able to come and mourn Matthew with her, his parents weren’t fond of you either (Lord almighty, you didn’t even go to church with them!) and you were busy with your lectures.

    “Hey troublemaker, how’s it going?” Your question is muffled in the hug, your hands clasping together behind her back.

    The reunion doesn’t last long, curious eyes set on you two and a rather impatient Hotch leading the way to what you learned was the conference room.

    The briefing room. The round table. Emily told you about it when she first got into the BAU.

    You end up sitting between Emily and who you would bet was Spencer—there’s this sweet kid working with us, he’s super smart, annoyingly smart, but so sweet, he reminds of Matty when we were teens—the lanky boy was the only one with what seemed like naivety enough in his eyes to be the one Emily mentioned back then. 

    Aaron sat in front of you almost, serious, stern, very different from the few chuckles you got from him in the car. This was unit chief Hotchner, the subtle difference was fascinating.

    “Alright, as we know, DC is in trouble, second murder in three weeks.” blonde and gorgeous, you believed that was JJ, there had been no time for introductions, all you could do was try to remember the e-mails and few phone calls you shared with Emily the past years. “Richard Beckett, married, no kids, 27. He works for his father's car dealership.” 

    Pictures show up on the screen, showing the man when he was alive. It’s a punch to your gut, just minutes before you were fascinated by the way this real person was murdered. You’re glad you had a light breakfast by the way your stomach turns.

    “Monica Dawson, divorced, no kids, 53. She’s a counselor at a local school.” The woman continues speaking, with more pictures on the screen. And then pictures of their deaths, side by side. The fascination is completely extinguished then. “Both were stabbed countless times with a large blade. Left in abandoned warehouses posed in a cross position, a tipped scale on their side. Both naked. Both were heavily drugged.”

    “They didn’t have kids, is that a coincidence?” You hear Emily speak up and suddenly you can see all their brains working.

    “Could that be the linking between them? The victimology is all over the place.” Derek. Oh. You’ve heard of Derek. You’ve seen pictures of Derek. He needs no introduction. 

    “Reid, Morgan, go talk to the first victim’s widow. Rossi, JJ, Ms. Dawson’s ex-husband can give us insight on her life. Emily and us—” He gives you a look and you understand he means you, nodding in reply. “Will head to the DC police precinct.” The way Hotch gives orders is effortless, not only his job but his vocation. 

    Everyone listens and agrees quickly, moving and leaving the table, even Emily is fast on her feet, even though she won’t leave without you and him. You stay still, stiff, eyes glued to the screen.

    “Are you alright?” His voice is soft, laced with worry, genuine worry. You didn’t even notice he had stayed behind, but you nod again at Hotch, a question burning at the tip of your tongue.

    “Do you still believe in God, Mr. Hotchner?”

[fruifruit]

playing through super mystery dungeon,, lookit my crazy kids :3

[the-ninjago-historian]

Elemental Beasts Bios! (Part 1: Flaris The Fire Beast🔥🔥🔥)

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Surprise! I figured out how to upload it!!! Woo hoo! Here's the first of six Elemental Beast Bios for Into The Deep! First up is Flaris, the Lion of Fire!🔥🔥🔥🔥

In case his bio is too small or blurry to read, I typed out a bigger version below the cut! And there's also a no text version of the art! I can't wait to release the rest of these! - ✒️🐉

Flaris The Fire Beast

Also known as the Lion of Fire, Flaris rules over the Embarr Caverns, and controls all elements of fire!

He is the most courageous of all the Elemental Beasts and trained the first Master of Fire thousands of years ago. Now he's taken Kai under his wing to teach him the secrets of his element. Including the legendary art of the Blue Flame. But, doing so will force Kai to confront his deepest fears and rediscover the flame within.

The Embarr Caverns are filled with all sorts of fiery wonders. Everything seems to shine with a red hot glow. Like the Lantern Blossoms! (Don't get to close! They explode!) And the beautiful Fire Rubies embedded in the cavern walls.

And don't forget the hot springs! They're hot all year round. And are a great place to relax after training! It's said that the minerals in the water have excellent healing properties.

(Tag List: @shatteredhope123 @nocturnal-nexu @dexter-the-dog Love ya guys!❤️❤️❤️)

Want to be added to the tag list? Just ask! That way you can stay updated on Ninjago: Into The Deep all the time!😁

[ary11y]

The reason why I stopped being so toxic (never join latinoamerican Facebook groups and never ever tell the people from latinoamerican Facebook groups you're a woman, it'll leave a scar or a thousand and y'know, hurt people hurt people (/ref) n stuff) is because Chonny Jash and his fandom got me so obsessed and entertained that it made me "take a vacation from The Chat" (as I liked to call the periods where I completely disappeared for a month or two (spoiler that "vacation" lasted forever after a few months of befriending Flari)) (The Chat was the most toxic one that got me messed up btw) for long enough for me to find Flari and consequentially Cyan (mythic rare non toxic spanish speaking chat that actually made me feel valued :O) and time after I barely went back to The Chat (a message or two (maybe a short conversation with a friend who got his redemption arc too) every few months) I actually stopped being toxic

I literally just realized this today

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[amaryllidae]

sun and moon ; fire and water celest flaris solstice, Warrior Queen of the Day, and her sister, lunaris marina venenarius, Sorceress Queen of the Night

i really just like them with fire/water manes jSNJSA

[eidleen]

🌋🔥flary sticker🔥🌋

[ary11y]

Ok nvm I should probably go to sleep instead

Gunai chat :]

I'm gonna project my stress into Kyrill y'all can't stop me /silly

[galacticonejos]

Eeveelutions sisters 🔥⚡🌊 Flaris, Joltea and Vaporina

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hello. I would like to make a request for cassian x f!reader where its the reader's birthday but cassian alongside the whole inner circle have been busy lately and completely forgot, maybe towards the end of the day when everyone is sat down and relaxing and having dinner, they realise reader is not with them and maybe somehow they realise they forgot. And cassian is even more upset because he is her mate...lots of angsttttt but with fluff in the end!!

Forgotten.

Cassian x f!Reader

Warnings; angst. Swearing.

Masterlist.

Tbh my birthday is on July and usually everyone is on vacation so they forget about me so I didn't really know how to write this because I'm so used to it. :') Hope this is okay!

You woke up with a smile on your face, expecting to find your mate sprawled next to you snoring lightly. The smile turned to a frown when you noticed his empty side, the sheets had gone cold meaning that it had been a while since he left.

Today I’m turning 500 years old I’m sure he didn’t forget. Maybe he is planning a surprise? You thought.

Being a fae meant that you didn’t really care about birthdays unless you were entering a new century. Cassian though always spoiled you on your birthdays even though you kept telling him that it’s not important, so you knew he wouldn’t forget.

You got ready for the day and walked into the dining room; No one was there.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Where is everyone?” you whispered.

You ate your breakfast and waited for someone to come home, you already knew which dress you were going to wear tonight, and you only needed to find someone to tell you what they had planned for you.

 The hours passed and you stared at the sunset with tears streaming down your face.

“They forgot” you mumbled.

With a sigh you went to your room and wore the dress, you weren’t going to spend your birthday crying in your room. With one last glance at your reflection, you left the house and winnowed to Rita’s.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“What a day” Feyre exclaimed as they all sat around the dining table.

“I’m starving” Rhysand said.

They had all returned to the house of wind from Amren’s apartment where they had spent all day going through books to find a way to control Nesta’s powers.

Big platters filled with food appeared in front of them and everyone started filling their plates. Cassian tried to grab your plate like he usually did to serve you food and frowned when he noticed the empty chair next to him.

“Where’s y/n?” he asked and glanced around.

“Maybe she is in your bedroom?” Azriel quirked a brow.

Cassian pulled the bond and his frown deepened when he realized you had blocked him. “Something’s wrong” he mumbled and got up, hurrying off to your room.

He noticed the pile of clothes on the bed and the empty spot in the open closet. You had worn the dress he had bought you a few months ago.

“I saw this and I thought you could wear it on your birthday.” He had boomed when he gave it to you.

But her birthday is on Sunday he thought and scratched his head. He walked back to the dining room and stared at his friends.

“Is she coming?” Rhysand asked.

“No, she is not here.” Your mate replied.

“She didn’t leave a note or something?” Azriel joined the conversation.

“No, but she wore the dress I gave her to wear on her birthday.” Cassian was utterly confused. “When’s her birthday?” Feyre asked curiously.

“On Sunday” Cassian replied.

“Today?” she gasped, and everyone cursed under their breaths. “IT’S SUNDAY?” Cassian shouted.

“Heyy where’s the birthday giiirl” Mor chirped as she walked into the dining room with a present in her hands.

She noticed everyone’s expressions and frowned.

“We forgot.” Rhysand spoke.

“Shit I have to find her. How could I forget this.” Cassian said as he paced. “I fucked up.”

“Where could she be?” Feyre asked him. “How should I know?” he exclaimed.

“She is your mate idiot. Don’t you know her?” Mor slapped the back of his head. Cassian thought about it and it finally hit him.

“Rita’s” he shouted and ran to the balcony flaring his wings and shooting up.

“Should we go?” Mor asked.

“No, let them have a moment. We should decorate the house and get the presents we got her here for when they come back.” Azriel said and got up.

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You were sitting at the bar with a drink in hand, even though you were deeply hurt you didn’t want to get drunk, so you just took a few small sips every now and then. You noticed how happy everyone around you was and a tear escaped from your eye.

How could he forget? You questioned again and again making you heart ache even more.

A big hand grabbed your shoulder and your mate’s musky scent filled your nostrils.

“Happy birthday doll.” He mumbled and kissed your head.

“Don’t touch me Cassian” you pulled away.

“I’m so sorry baby. We were at Amren’s apartment trying to find a book that explained Nesta’s powers. I didn’t even realize that its Sunday.” His voice broke at the end.

“I’m turning 500 years old how could you forget?” you cried out.

“I’m so so sorry. It’s been a very rough week for everyone, I didn’t realize that its Sunday.” His eyes watered. He looked so tired and sad.

“Everyone forgot about me” you mumbled and took a sip from your drink.

“I know and we all feel terrible about it. Let us make it up to you… please doll.” He said softly.

“How?” you asked.

“I immediately left when I realized you would be here but I’m sure they planned something. You know how they are and how much they love you.” He smiled and continued “And I will make it up to you tomorrow.”

“Okay…” you muttered, and he quickly picked you up.

The flight to the house was silent and you noticed how Cassian’s eyes unfocused, no doubt informing Rhys that you were going home. With a thud you landed on the balcony and Cassian placed you on your feet again. You walked inside and gasped as everyone screamed “Happy birthday!”. They had placed winter solstice garlands around the house and a few pieces of paper that had “Happy birthday y/n” and "We're so sorry" written on them. You giggled at the chaotic scene in front of you.

“We’re sorry y/n” Rhysand said. “I’m not” Mor shouted, “I didn’t forget!”

You smiled at her and then glanced back at Rhys.

“It’s okay. Thank you for all of this.” You said softly and pointed around.

You spent the rest of the night drinking with your friends and opening presents. Cassian was clinging to you, kissing your head and whispering apologies.

At some point you fell asleep on his lap, and he carried you to your room, he removed your dress and covered you with the blanket before stripping his clothes and lying next to you. He pulled you on his chest and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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The next day Cassian brought you breakfast in bed and a bouquet of red roses.

He looked so excited and almost dragged you out of the house once you were dressed.

“Come on!” he shouted as you walked out to the balcony. He flew you to a field next to the Sidra.

A blanket was laid on the grass and a big basket filled with different kinds of food. “Cauldron! How did you do this?” you exclaimed.

“I had Azriel’s help, he left when he saw us approaching.” Cassian smiled.

“Its perfect!”

“I’m so sorry baby, I let you down.” He said with a sad smile.

“Its okay Cass I know how hard the past days have been for you.” You mumbled and grabbed his hand, bringing it to your lips and kissing it.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked.

“Yes but if you forget our anniversary too I’m divorcing AND rejecting you.” You narrowed your eyes and he gasped.

“You wouldn’t” “Try me” you chirped and he paled.

Poor Cass.

[cupids-chamber]

— " INK STAINED ROSES " Slightly suggestive / Overblot Riddle / Gender neutral reader | Not proud of this- [ Can be interpreted as yandere and non yandere ]

The scent of raw putrid ink filled the air, the stench causing your mind to grow flary, unable to process the circumstances around you. Your eyes went blurry, stinging slightly red as you fought the urge to cry, your body unable to control the overwhelming feeling you felt at that very moment. You watched as Riddle’s hands, which used to be so soft, so warm.. grow cold. It was then that you backed away, and took in your surroundings, the area somewhat unfamiliar, yet you were sure of the fact that you were still within Heartslabyul grounds, just a more secluded area. 

“My dearest, might I have to order you… to set your gaze upon me?” His words came out softly, alluring, yet darker than before. You had a feeling, that you shouldn’t quite disobey his words as of right now, as he clearly wasn’t in the state of mind to handle disobedience of any kind.  

Your breath hitched as your vision cleared, finally allowing you to take in Riddle’s new form in all its glory. The ink staining every inch of his body, his clothes that were always perfect and preppy, were ripped and tattered. His crown turned from a beautiful gold, to a thorny black. The sight was odd— unfamiliar even… 

Slowly you backed away, only to come in direct contact with a rose bush which put your movements to a halt. “Surely you aren’t planning on running away?; my love—, you of all people wouldn’t disobey me.. right ?” he stepped forward towards you, his steps were graceful and calculated, a cheeky grin enlacing his features. His words came out as a lullaby as he edged his way towards you, cornering you like a hunter to its prey. 

A shiver ran through your veins as you felt his claw like fingers run its way through your hair, pulling you into his embrace. Riddle stared at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly, an unpredictable grin overlapping his features, as you stared up in curiosity, confused and all a bit scared for what may happen to you. 

Riddle lifted your chin slightly, his claws digging into your jawline, causing you to squirm and close your eyes shut. A breezy chuckle left his lips, as you gulped inwardly. Just before you could collect yourself enough to push him away, he kissed you— Robbing every ounce of your attention and focus, he watched as you squirm. The scent of raw ink filling your senses once more, you could feel the black liquid staining your skin; as your breath hitched, Riddle smiled into the kiss, pulling you all the bit closer. 

Even when distractions came, Riddle would guide your attention towards him, of course one cannot disobey the queen's orders. 

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

[hotchfiles]

↪ DANIEL 12:1 ─ chapter two.

AN IN NOMINE PATRIS, ET FILII, ET SPIRITUS SANCTI INSTALLMENT

pairing: hotch x fem!consultant!reader. summary: murders committed using catholic symbology gets emily to convince hotch it's time to ask for an expert. luckily for you, you're the expert. content warnings: canon typical violence. religious themes. spoilers to season 4. mature themes. mentions of throwing up. word count: 1.2K

      At that time Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will arise. There will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then. But at that time your people—everyone whose name is found written in the book—will be delivered.

      He didn’t reply to your question, how could he? What type of person asks another if they believe in God after an hour of meeting each other? How could he answer a question he himself wasn’t sure if there was an answer to?

      Did he believe in God? What god? His mother’s, the one who allowed her to drink her feelings and spit it out in form of insults and violence towards her family? The one that allowed his father to die of cancer? The one that didn’t do anything to stop the sick men and women Hotch had to catch every week?

      He shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts back to the case presented now in the board of the DC precinct but his eyes land on you, the way your foot shakes, up and now, your legs crossed, your fingers tapping the table quickly and with a rhythm of their own, your bottom lip would bleed out if you kept chewing on them, but what he noticed most were your eyes, wide and focused on the board with all the pictures from the crimes, even the ones Emily hadn’t sent you.

      This was the reason bringing outside people was not a good idea. Not everyone is prepared to deal with death, horrific deaths at that, the way the BAU members were. You clearly weren’t. He might’ve asked you how you were once more, but as quick as he thought about it, you two weren’t alone anymore as the lead detective and Emily came into the room.

      “They were drugged but could feel everything.” The words ring inside your ears, loud and repetitive like a beating heart. Your heart. Your mouth waters in a way you know too well and you feel your palms clamming.

      You’re going to be sick.

      You give the room half a smile and a nod, quietly excusing yourself from the others while making the effort not to make a scene, but you’re barely able to see where you’re going as you try to reach the bathroom.

      Something tells you you’ve done a good job at being discreet, even if you weren’t able to conceal the awful sounds coming from your throat, the light breakfast you had suddenly not seeming very light. It’s probably the fact no one knows you, or maybe because everyone else is busy trying to solve a goddamn murder case.

      The thoughts in your head were quickly brushed over when you heard someone clear their throat, a light knock on the door of the stall you were kneeling at. Your body reacts fast, holding the door with your palms even though it was locked.

      “Sorry, occupied.” Your voice in rough from putting it through too much, but you stay polite regardless.

      “Are you alright?” There is genuine concern in his, it keeps any shame from creeping up on you.

      “Mr. Hotchner! I’m okay… I ate something bad, it’s alright.” The lie comes without a second thought, but it’s obvious he doesn’t buy it. You get up quickly, opening the door as an attempt to leave the situation behind along with the contents you just flushed down.

      “No one expects you to react to these like we do.” His eyes are piecing and you swallow dry, nodding in understanding and thankfulness, but unable to say much else. “I will leave you to it, we are going through the files again, if you need anything, you can text me.” Hotch hands you his card, realizing you don’t really have his number and stands to his word, leaving you alone.

      Truthfully, he’s not sure what made him follow you to the bathrooms, possibly the fact Emily didn’t seem to notice the way your lips had gotten devoid of color or maybe it was just in his nature to care for others, fascinating alike you or not.

      It doesn’t take you too long to go back to the conference room the team was set, only some minutes to wash your mouth and your face, a few deep breaths to control your heart rate.

      “So the motive isn’t religious?” You hear a police officer ask as soon as you get back.

      “It has religious elements but the message doesn’t seem religious.” You smile to yourself as Emily speaks, fascinated by her quickness to get into work mode, to get into the mind of who was doing all of that.

      “It‘s about punishment.” Hotch repeats your earlier insight, it makes you feel useful, and smart. You knew you were intelligent, brightly so, but having something you said be important in something so big as an investigation was… Different.

      “And how is that not religious?”

      “Punishment coming from a religious motive would probably include whipping and at the most extreme, burning. The use of the cross pose seems purposeful, it is a punishment, a shameful one, but also, there’s some… Status to it, because it was how Jesus was killed.” You can be heard by everyone, but your focus is again on the pictures, your finger quietly drawing invisible crosses along the table. “I guess it can be another way to allude to Catholicism, like Saint Michael, they are the religion with the biggest attachment to the image of Christ in the cross. But then again, it doesn’t have any other aspect of Christ’s crucifixion.”

      No one has the time to reply to your rambling, a loud ringtone interrupting the brainstorming, Hotch answers, promptly putting the call on speaker.

      “The widow was no help, she is shaken up and has no idea who would want to kill her husband.” Derek sounds defeated, “And Hotch, he wasn‘t religious.”

      “Mrs. Beckett said she tried to bring him to mass countless times during their marriage but he always vehemently refused to.” Spencer’s voice is higher in pitch but he sounds intrigued, deep in thought.

      “Alright, come back to the precinct, we are waiting for Rossi and JJ and beginning to create a geographical profile.”

      Your puzzled look doesn’t last long, as the team present begins pinning on a map the victim’s homes and where they were found.

      “No churches near the warehouses, but two near Monica Dawson’s place.” Emily comments first looking at the red pins.

      The phone rings again and you wonder if they don’t get headaches from that sound coming out of nowhere all day, but the sweetest and most cheerful voice you ever heard comes on speaker, Garcia, and you smile involuntarily.

      “Garcia, any leads?”

      “You know I do, my darling sweet boss—”

      “Don’t call me that.”

      “Fine, sweet sir, both warehouses are pretty much truly abandoned, but I sniffed around, and by that I mean I went far far back and found some documents I maybe shouldn’t be sniffing around—”

      “Garcia.” You hold in a laugh at the interaction and the supposedly threatening tone Hotch was using.

      “Both were used for military training, like… SEAL type of military.”

      There is a bit of an awkward silence before Hotch thanks and dismisses her, with the mission to find records of everyone who were apart of those trainings.

      “If we’re dealing with a Navy SEAL…” Emily’s voice is a whisper you’ve never heard before.

      “Things might get ugly. We need to be fast.” Hotch’s shows more confidence, but he is worried and as you realize seconds later when an officer barges in, he has every reason to.

      “There’s been another one.”

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

౨ৎ ⁺ . “Illogical” Things im gonna manifest .ᐟ 🎀⭐️🐬

🌟- onions never burn my eyes (i eat salad everyday and i always put onions in it)

🎀 - the glitter flaries from barbie fashion fairytale!

🐬- talking plushie think like candy from smile precure!!

🧁- wish book!!!

👛- a barbie dream house + a pink penthouse

🐳 - being in a certain idol group (looks like fun)

[the-ninjago-historian]

Hey again!

I was just reading about Flaris for Into the Deep and it said something about Kai having to face his deepest fears and since this AU is based to fit within the canon...does that mean Kai is going to have to face some with Water and possibly Nya? (If I remember correctly I know a fear of his was losing Nya or something unless that wasn't Canon but I think it was?)

So my question is... Would Kai have to face something to do with Water and Nya at the same time at some point in the series? (1. Cuz that'd be sick af and 2. I've only read Flaris' so far and this question popped up in my head and I had to ask-)

Thanks!!

Oh man! That a good question! Okay, let me see if I can explain all of this coherently. Lol.

So, it all started after a read a fan's character analysis on Kai and the changes he went through from the pilots till now. They spoke of how people were complaining that Kai didn't act like he used to in the pilots. One example that was brought up was fire chapter. After Kai lost his powers, he didn't want to keep fighting until a little boy convinced him. Some people said that pilot Kai would have kept fighting without his powers, no convincing needed. I believe some other examples were brought up. But that was the most notable one.

The person writing the analysis went on to explain that Kai wasn't acting out of character. He was changed because of his experiences. Like many of the other Ninjas, Kai has been severely traumatized by everything they've been through. And as a result, he's lost a bit of that fire he used to have.

This fanseason though, plans to address that.

It aims to look deep within Kai's character and help him regain that inner fire! Now, this isn't saying Kai isn't brave. He most certainly is. Especially seeing everything him and his family has been through. And he certainly still has some of that confident swagger. Lol. 🤣 But this season will help him finally overcome that trauma and get his old spark back!

(BUUUUUUT, even with all this said, him having to face something involving Nya and water sounds exceptionally cool, and I will consider it.👀)

Thanks for the ask! I hope I answered your question properly! :) - ✒️🐉

[cintailed]

Artfight attack on @palastel ! Flaris is so fun to draw~