#Funfact I love tree eyes

[yourlocaltreesimp]

hello! I read your yanlinks and wanted to know if can be possible some hc of the links (+deity and dark link) with darling taking mask as their child? like I always wanted to hug and punch the goddess for what the poor kid suffer, imagine that traumatized kid just being take of that doomed world and just the reader just ‘this my child now, he will have the childhood all of you deserve but had’ so they better accept it. sorry :( if you can’t is okay

AHH OMG I LOVE THIS

ofc i can do this

thank you for sending this in-

so i didn’t do headcannons (so sorry) but I’ll definitely write more with mask ((i had too much fun)) and could make hcs!!

Also, funfact, my hotel had to evacuate while i was writing this

TW: Yandere content

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There are few times you were separated from the chain anymore. As the trip progressed and their mental states began to spiral, you began to notice more and more how much they’d begun to infringe on your time. There was always one of them there, vying, hoping, tripping over themselves if they could just be of use to you. It was because of that you couldn’t leave. There were always eyes on you and a hand lingering somewhere on your skin.

A loving quirk, you may call it.

And you’d be willing to dismiss it if it were simply a matter of chance— there are plenty of them and one of you, it seems perfectly reasonable there’d be someone near you at all times… right?

The time you’d returned from bathing without telling them only to find Wind backed into a tree explaining he didn’t mean to lose sight of you says that thought is wrong. Time hardly ever yelled. Never at you and never again in your presence, but you’re reminded thinking back to that just how dangerous these boys are beneath their sweet smiles and reverent gaze.

And you may think that they simply wish to protect you. The woods are dangerous, afterall. The woods crawl with creatures that intend to bite. To take you and harm you.

Wind spent the rest of that night crying and huddled into you. He had not much more than a sliced lip, but he certainly was shaken. The others didn’t do much to hide their glares, after all they were justified.

Weren’t they?

They just wanted to keep you safe.

It’s exactly those prior events that made this specific circumstance so… unsettling.

You were alone.

The woods were quiet.

There were no monsters.

Your legs were shaky and weak beneath you as your hands pulled you up. The bark on the tree you’d used for support was wet and the earth smelled of fresh rain. The back of your clothes stuck to your skin, the cold seeping in.

Slowly, the world began to move at a pace that made sense. You didn’t realise until a gust of wind had shook the gnarled trees that the air was stagnant and dead.

Nor did you realise the sound of a hiccuping child, crying over the buzz of cicadas.

Internally, you struggled. This is the exact kind of fae trap you’d expect waking up in Hylia knows where, it’d be dumb to go blindly walking into that.

But the worst that could happen is you move from one cage to another, so your get began to tread across the muddy ground.

You certainly weren’t expecting what you got.

A boy. A link. Curled up at the base of a tree, crying. The sight was rather painful to bear, his fragile shoulders shuddering as he tried to choke everything back. his face his scrunched up, and he bares a snarl that is missing a few teeth when you kneel to help.

“Hello Li…” You trail off, quite unsure how he’d react to seeing you know his name when he was already quite unhappy at being interrupted.

“Hello, little one” You settle on that, pulling the sleeve of your shirt up and over your thumb to wipe the tears and snot off his face. He’s backed into the tree as far as his legs can manage to push him. You pause to gather exactly who you’re looking at, and if there’s anything to guess by the bright green tunic, ocarina and collection of masks, this is the young time you’d originally thought him to be.

“Are you alright? What happened” You try your hardest to soothe him, but it’s clear the distrust has already been so deeply woven within him. He just shakes his head and shoves you away.

So, without much else to do, you set up camp.

You talk aimlessly as you work, noticing that despite his stubborn silence, the young Link (Mask, as you decide to call him) was awfully perceptive. You hope, somewhere in his little mind, he can gather through your subpar attempts at starting a fire and your light-hearted ramblings that you’re not a threat. That the food you made was not poison and you were someone he could rely on.

You saw what the world had done to those boys.

Maybe you could help this one meet with a better fate.

It’s hours into the night before he’s cheered up. He chews happily on some chicken skewers you made, the world easing its grip on him. He recounts his own tales about Epona and Navi, ones Time wouldn’t usually be vulnerable enough to share. And even then he never spoke with such the same spark. This little boy in front of you, beaten down as he was, had so much life in him.

You would not let anyone take it from him.

Not Hylia, not the people, not whatever evil incarnate found him, not even the world.

He does nod off in time. It’s far later than you’d expect his little body to endure, but he falls asleep slumped against you. It seems with just the notion of safety, he gave out.

He’s just hardly light enough to carry, so you were able to unpack his bedroll and drape whatever fabric you could find to make a blanket.

The world goes sickeningly still again. The wind stopped and it felt as though the forest died. A voice, too loud and too encompassing cuts through the dead air. It’s multiplied and shifting, as though it can’t tell how it wishes to portray itself. It’s thousands of people.

But also just one.

“Hello, Little one” It mimicked your tone in every manner from soothing to mocking. You reach slowly to your side to grab your dagger.

“You needn’t be frightened. I have no need in harming you” The voice comes from in front of you instead of behind you. Your breath is stagnant in your lungs the moment you think you’re caught— that Time had found you.

No. He had not.

But the deity had.

He stands, impossibly tall and almost incomprehensibly grand. He has no pupils in the vast whiteness of his eyes, but you know he’s looking at you. You know because something in you freezes up. He sets down his sword with a thump, the intertwined metal heavy and ebbing a sense of power equal to the man who wields it. You purse your lips to start saying— something, but he holds up a single hand in dismissal.

“I know who you are. I know why you’re here” He kneels across from you, the fire licking each contour of his bold features. He’s comparable to many of the great roman or grecian statues, striking and yet too perfect to be human. The warm light casts his skin in a warm highlight to almost convince you that his body, his vessel holds warmth, but it’s the cold moonlight and the shadows that creep around his edges that remind you who it is you’re speaking with.

“You truly must forgive my… abrupt course of action. The others left me without much time.” He quiets his voice, eventually managing to mimic something close enough to human. It’s uncanny, but ignorable.

“So… you know about-“ You choke on the thought, “the others?” It is quite odd that despite this being some split into the past he knows not just of you, but he knows you— your situation.

“The hero never truly ridded of me, you know.” His lips curl halfway between a snarl and a smile, “I was always there. Watching. Observing. Learning.” As he speaks, his words feel as if they curl around you, cinching in.

“If I hadn’t taken you when I did, it might’ve been fair to say you would’ve been stuck.” Each syllable is sharp. Concise.

“What do you-“

“I’m sorry if you’re not feeling well. Time travel truly isn’t something the mortal body is accustomed to. Especially into such an obscure timeline. But I had to be sure I kept you safe. Hidden.”

One cage for another.

“There are no monsters in these woods anymore, my flower. Don’t worry. I ensured it” He whispers, that menacing grin branding into your mind.

But there was a monster in these woods.

Because not always are they agents of evil and incapable of causing anything but harm.

Sometimes they bare their teeth in grins. They take you and harm you. They hide their worst intentions behind sweetened tones and good intentions while they hold a knife to another.

[faeriichaii]

Could I request a Legolas x Elf Reader .

Were the Reader is a apart of the guard along with him and taruiel . The reader and Legolas grew up together .

The reader goes out on patrol with a group to kill the spiders that were getting too close to Mirkwood borders but as the weather turns sour as the group returns but Legolas notices the reader isn't with them and sets out to find the reader

Stormy Patrol ~ Legolas x Elf!Reader

A/N: Ohhh that's cute!! I really hate spiders (well I mean if they don't hurt me I won't hurt them tbh) funfact but I was dressed as an elf yesterday and like idk this story made me feel as if I was there as well and like saw everything happen haha I kinda wrote it while I was pretty tired so idk how it turned out hahaha But yeah I hope you enjoy the story!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.5k࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: Tauriel and you were out on patrol without Legolas. But a storm takes you by surprise, resulting in you getting lost in the dark forest.

Placing a few arrows into your quiver, you got ready to go on patrol with Tauriel and Legolas. The three of you have known each other since childhood, constantly meeting up and playing with each other. And the bond between you only grew as time passed. So did also your feelings for Legolas, which merged from merely friendly feelings, to your heart beating faster as soon as your eyes meet. “Are you ready to go out (Y/N)?” Tauriel asked you, as she stood in the doorway. Her bow was in her hand, while her quiver was strung across her back.

“Yes.” Taking your own weapons, you followed her through the door and out into the garden of the palace. “Isn’t Legolas going to join us?” You ask her. A little chuckle left her, as she gently smiled at you. She knew about your fondness towards the prince. It was very obvious to her as your behaviour began to change subtly so she once asked you about it and you told her everything. Even the doubts you had that he would reciprocate the feelings.

“You should tell him sometime.” She suddenly said, as the both of you began to meet up with a few other guards. A sigh left your lips. “I want to, but I do not wish to risk our friendship over some silly feelings that will pass eventually.” “But you don’t even know what he feels. Have you ever considered, that he might be in love with you? I see how he looks at you.” You tilt your head to the side at her words. “What do you mean?” “The prince looks at you as if you were his world. How come you don’t notice that?” Tauriel asks you.

Warmth spread across your face, as you looked ahead at the trees of Mirkwood. “I absolutely have no idea what you are talking about.” She rolled her eyes at your dismissal, before standing in front of the group of guards. “We will now enter Mirkwood. Everyone, please remain in formation and remember all the training sessions if we end up under any kind of attack.” After her speech, she takes the spot beside you and together you enter the forest.

Cold air seeps through the layers of your clothes, making you shiver as you wandered through Mirkwood. “Legolas had to attend a very important meeting with the king.” Tauriel broke the comfortable silence between the both of you. “Do you know what the meeting was about?” She shrugged her shoulders at your question. “Probably something about the upcoming festival.” You knew that the festival was in a few days and you even got yourself a few new garments for the occasion. You even got some accessories for your hair. “Are you going to attend the festivities?” “I was thinking about it but-“ Tauriel suddenly stopped talking, as she heard the sound of some twigs snapping close by.

Instantly, everyone got their weapons ready and got into formation. Your fingers tightly held onto your bow, as you made sure to properly align the arrow. Suddenly, a few spiders jumped through the bushes. Firing the arrows, you made sure that they couldn’t get the chance to take anyone of you down. Slowly rain began to pour down, as your patrol group took down spider after spider. However, it seemed like there were more than you expected. A guard close to you got himself stuck in one of the webs. Quickly taking out the daggers, you sliced him free, before launching the sharp object at another one of the spiders.

The rain got heavier, making it almost impossible to see the enemies in front of you. Stumbling you look for Tauriel. Spotting her further away, you shoot an arrow at the spider in front of her, making her turn to you. “I think we should retreat.” You shout at her, the rain almost swallowing your words. She nodded at you, before signing everyone to get back towards the castle grounds.

Swiftly you were thrown to the ground by a force on your back. You kicked with your legs and wriggled around, until the thing was thrown off of you. Taking your dagger into your hand you sliced through it, before quickly standing up and running away from the spiders. Stumbling through the woods, you searched for Tauriel and the other guards, but you couldn’t find them. The rain was pouring down heavily around you, as thunder clapped through the sky. Panick slowly began to settle in your heart. You didn’t know where you were and you lost all of your group members. Being alone in Mirkwood during a storm is one of the things you have been warned about as a child. In general, being alone in this forest is something that was not recommended. Of course, you had to memorize your way around the area at some point, but this did not make it any less dangerous. Especially during such weather.

A lightning bolt lit up the dark sky. You spun around in circles, as you continued to pass through trees. The rain began to lessen up which made you feel a little more hopeful about your situation. Another thunder shook through the forest, making you flinch in the process. There need to be some kind of shelter somewhere around here. Even the palace grounds could not be that far off. Looking around, you spot a dark silhouette in the distance. You squint your eyes, as you watch them begin to approach you. Your grip around your daggers tightened, not knowing if the person is a friend or fiend. That is until you spot his white-blonde hair.

“(Y/N)!” Legolas quickly approached you. His hair was slightly damp, which lead you to believe that he must not have been outside for long. He quickly wrapped his arms around your drenched body, before dragging you towards the familiar building. “What happened? Why weren’t you with the others?” “A spider tackled me to the ground and I just lost my group.” His arm around you tightened, as he pulled you closer toward his warm body. Once inside, he handed you a warm fluffy blanket, before ordering you to take a seat by the fireplace.

“I just am glad that Tauriel immediately came to me and explained the situation.” A soft smile graced his lips. Shivering slightly, you scoot closer towards him for warmth. “I apologize my prince. I did not mean to worry you in any kind of way.” Your eyes were casted down, highly focused on your fingers that slowly began to gain a healthy colour once more. Legolas fingers gently lifted your face up to his. “It is okay Meleth Nin. I just am so glad to know that you are safe once more.”

A blush dusted your cheeks, as the endearment he just muttered echoed inside your head. Meleth Nin. Never had he called you that before. “I wanted to tell you that during the festivities, but I think now would be a better timing to confess.” “Confess?” You tilted your head to the side, as you stared into his eyes. They always remind you of stars or jewels. The way they shine so brightly when he talks to you. Legolas suddenly laid his hand against your cold cheek, making you lean into his touch.

“Confess my love to you. I have loved you since ages but I did not know how to tell you that. I was worried about how you would react and how this would change the relationship we had.” His thumb wiped away a water droplet that fell from your hair. “I was worried as Tauriel arrived without you. She explained what happened and I immediately went outside to search for you. But during that time, I realized that I had to tell you about my feelings. I wanted to wait until the festival to make it somewhat more romantic, but I just can’t wait this long.”

Smiling at him, you put your hands on each side of his face. “I love you Legolas. I have loved you so long and I even constantly told Tauriel about it.” A chuckle left his lips, before he placed them upon yours. Warmth spread through your entire body, as you pulled him closer to you. His lips were warm and soft. Exactly like you always have imagined. It felt as if you were kissed by the sun. Gentle and warm. Pulling away, the both of you smiled at each other for a moment, before Legolas decided to stand up. His hand was stretched out for you. Taking it, you stood up beside him. “How about you change out of your wet clothes and afterwards I can braid your hair?” You giggled at his proposition. “I think that sounds like the perfect plan, but only if you allow me to braid your hair as well my prince.” He gave your knuckles a gentle kiss. “Of course, anything you wish for Meleth Nin.”

[rui-drawsbox]

Coming out of nowhere to say your OCs for love and Deepspace are super cute!!! They're so good I never thought abt twins!

Care to share a few fun facts abt them? 👀

JFSDHFD thanks ><!! the first funfact would be that this ask was sent while i was asleep so i woke up and spent the rest of the day thinking about the girls bc they didn't even had a name HAHA

quick disclaimer i have like 17 days in total in-game (i started at the release lmao) and terrible luck with the pulls so i cant really go lore-deep FDSFGFDS this is just sillyness and might be ooc

i drew some stuff and i'll let the random funfacts and in-game pics after the cut lol

anywayy i went for the most classic way of differentiating they features besides hair and heterochromia, Micah has ㆆㆆ eyes with prominent lower eyelashes while Mia has more upwards/pointy eyes and bigger upper eyelashes. Micah is more chill/flirty in general and Mia is more,,, expressive. Truly wears her heart in her sleeve, mabye a little reckless.

after a few days seeing Mephisto stalk her apartment, Mia bought a tree-bird-holder-thing like the one in Sylus's room so he could spend the time inside her house instead.

Micah is pretty vengative, even with silly jokes.

in-game pics for them (tried my best to differentiate them with makeup since i still have the face i choose at the beginning of the game sdgfd)

mm Micah uses a staff and Mia uses the guns, i think it matches the close-combat style for the boys

Micah and Rafayel are absolutely disgusting to be around. they flirt as if they were alone in the world. ew

Mia actually sews as a hobby and made a few outfits for her and her sister, made a crow plushy for Sylus for his bday

Micah was a problem child doing pranks everywhere and Mia was a crybaby. Caleb had a hard time trying to keep up with them

They're both super clingy, tho Mia is a little iffy about PDA

They live together! i should've said it sooner?

In the case they aren't interested in their respective LI, Micah would lean towards Xavier and Mia towards Zayne

Micah uses kaomojis and Mia common emojis

Micah takes charge of all the numbers in the house

Micah leans in the cool side of outfits while Mia surprisingly leans in the cute-fem side of things

When they were 10-

Micah: Hey it says gullible in the celing!

Mia: Wah! it's true!

Micah: *throws her a frog* hahaha Mia you're so gullible!

Mia: *screams*

you'll never guess what Mia is deeply disgusted of

[riiwrites]

Do you have any tips or advice on writing,your way with words truly is amazing-♦️

thank you sm lovely anon, this is such a sweet compliment 🥹

i’m not good with tips or writing tbh, like one day I just started this blog and started writing and now I’m here I guess 😭 (funfact i acc ran an IT fanfiction blog back when I was like 11 this is not my proudest moment I shouldn’t have even been on this app)

i’m a big fan of english literature and always have been, im taking higher english next year for s5 and I’ve learned quite a bit tbh that I think can help!

1. my teacher always tells me to not repeat the same words over and over again. like for example :

“character watches s/o walk into the room with their bright smile and bright eyes”

instead, you could say :

“character watches s/o walk into the room with their beaming smile and bright eyes”

personally in my opinion repetition is good for both writing and poetry but using more adapted words can really elevate your writing. but that’s just my opinion on what it does for me and i try my best not to repeat the same words consistently. if you struggle to think of more advanced words you can use google because that’s quite literally what i do but you can also use a thesaurus, they’re quite helpful i used to use them in primary school for writing :)

2. another tip i can think of is using techniques of writing, this also goes for poetry too (as im currently having to study for my english exam on poetry). there’s a few techniques you can use in writing fanfiction such as

- metaphors (an implied comparison eg. “my mum has a heart of gold” - meaning my mum is a kind hearted woman. she is)

- similes (similar to a metaphor but it’s a direct comparison, typically used in the forms of “like a” or “as” eg. “she was as cold as ice” - meaning that her personality and demeanour is rather cold and stern.)

- personification (similar to a metaphor also but this connects human characteristics such as personalities or emotions to a non living thing eg. “the trees danced in the wind” - trees cant dance like a human can, but the way they bristle in the wind can make it seem like they’re dancing)

i know some of these people would’ve already heard about but i thought I’d add in the examples and explanations just to clarify it for people who are confused and want to learn about it

this isn’t a MUST you have to include in your writing or anything but these are just tips on ways you can elevate your writing and personification is specifically good for describing scenery so the reader can feel more engaged within the story :). these are only a few of the techniques i use so if you wish to hear about more please do feel free to shoot me an ask.

3. one last tip that comes from me in my experience of writing is actually educating yourself by reading some writings you’re interested in. one thing I’ve learned about writing is that you can gain experience by becoming influenced by other people’s writings on any part of the internet. not like plagiarism of course but i mean you can become inspired by the way they write and adapt your own writing style.

i’ve learned so much from my beautiful and amazing moots and they’re all just so talented, im forever grateful and proud for each and one of them :)

but i hope this helps ♦️ anon, and YOU are my first official emoji anon HEHEHE SO THANK YOU!! and i will be adding more to this tip list if i think of anything.

and please remember, anyone can be a writer. it doesn’t matter wherever you’re a natural or if you’re “inexperienced”. we all engage and write in different styles and ways and that’s what making writing such a beautiful thing to contribute in. so don’t give up and if you need anything at all don’t be afraid to message me, i hope you’ve given this a read and again, i hope it helps. <3

[panzershrike-pretz]

HUGH & FIONA

Source: x x x | x x x | x x x -> When The Day Met the Night

When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night When the sun found the moon She was drinking tea in a garden Under the green umbrella trees In the middle of summer When the moon found the sun He looked like he was barely hanging on But her eyes saved his life In the middle of summer (summer) In the middle of summer All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night Summer, all was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night Summer, summer, summer, summer Golden when the day met the night

- About;

- Hugh Lawrence Apiston - he/him - USA

Hugh's name comes from the book Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children, just as does his surname (Apiston).

Lawrence was chosen simply because I thought Having A Middle Name Is A Very American Thing To Do 🤠🤙so I chose that xD it means "bright one" and, well, Hugs sure is a bright little guy, I'll tell you that much.

- Gunner

Operating under Dean, the Master Gunner of the ship, Hugh's training in the army gave him enough experience for him to earn this job aboard of Blithe.

He learns fast and easily, so he's very much able to opperate all of Blithe's artillery - his favorites are the cannons, tho, which he uses to incapacitate enemy ships. He hates the sound of it, but a job is a job and the pay is good.

- Apikinesis

The hability to manipulate bees. Hugh's main peculiarity, is the fact that his stomach is the home of numerous bees - as scary as it sounds, they don't bother him. Instead, he can comunicate and use his little insect companions to his advantage.

They can be used as spies or, if the situation really needs it, as a form of direct attack. Because of how bees die after stinging, tho, Hugh doesn't use them unless it's really his only and last choice.

He has little bee wings and antennae, which makes him able to fly (not very high or far, but just enough for him to move around, seeing as he lost one of his legs and he is way more confortable flying than walking).

The antennae on his head are helpful sensory organs, which he can use to feel changes in the enviroment such as electric fields and humidity - Hugh's senses get easily overwhelmed when he finds himself in modern big cities, mostly due to his sensible antennae. They can also be used for feromone communication with his little bees.

- Personality

Hugh prides himself in being kind, affectionate and very helpful. He's a very optimistic bean, with a huge heart and capacity of love - he learned very well from his adoptive dad's, mainly Michael.

He's aware of the fact that his appearance and bees scare most people, so he learned to not take the ones he has for granted - he knows that he's very lucky to have such friends and to be so dearly loved for who he is.

An extrovert, Hugh is never afraid to meet new people and loves to talk about whatever he can, especially his dear wife - speaking of which, he can't stop complimenting whatever she does. He went to the lengts of learning german just so she could feel more confortable in speaking to him, since her English is bad; he's very happy to be her translator, always smiling and looking at her with heart eyes (or eye, actually).

Hugh is not scared of voicing his problems and concerns. He has minor PTSD episodes, tho he had many years to learn how to deal with them, and always goes to help when he feels like needing it.

A confident little guy, full of love to give.

- Funfact: Hugh has a very high tolerance to sugar. He rarely has to eat anything, since the honey created by his bees is enough to give him all nutrients he needs. If he does eat anything, it's mostly sweet fruits. Diabetes fear him-

- Relationship: Fiona

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-> song: Rome Wasn't Built In A Day

You and me, were meant to be, Walking free, in harmony, One fine day, we'll fly away, Don't you know that Rome wasn't built in a day, Hey hey hey. In this day and age it's so easy to stress, 'Cause people act strange and you can never second guess, In order to love, child, we got to be strong, I'm caught in the cross fire, Why can't we get a long. 'Cause you and me, were meant to be, Walking free, in harmony, One fine day, we'll fly away, Don't you know that Rome wasn't built in a day, hey hey hey. I'm having a day dream, we are getting somewhere, I'm kissing your lips and running fingers through your hair, I'm as nervous as you, bout making it right, Well we know we were wrong, we can't give up the fight. (oh no) 'Cause you and me, were meant to be, Walking free, in harmony, One fine day, we'll run away, Don't you know that Rome wasn't built in a day, Hey hey hey

- About;

- Fiona Frauenfelder Apiston - she/her - Germany

Fiona also comes from the MPHFPC series, but the reason I chose to keep it is actually because of my uncle's dog. When I was a child and she was a puppy, I spent the whole Christmas night taling care of her so she would not be alone while the adults where talking and eating; I always loved that dog and she's very old now. It's been years since I last saw her and to change the name of my character would be betrayng that damn dog. I could never.

Frauenfelder is a swiss surname, which mens "someone who comes from Frauenfeld", a place in Switzerland. According to google, Frauenfeld means "field of women" and that is very cool.

Apiston is Hugh's surname. She got it from him.

- Striker

Often overlooked, a striker's position is the one of hunter and gatherer. Tho Fiona usually is responsible only for the gathering part, she is indeed a very good hunter as well, who can use the plants to her advantage.

Her knowledge in plants is extremely important in collecting fruits and plants to be eaten or used in remedies. Fiona doesn't have to work very hard in finding what is needed, given her fitocinetic hability, but she still goes out in hunts with her striker companions.

- Plant Manipulation

Fiona's power makes her capable of creating and manipulating almost any form of plantlife, apart from magical ones.

She's able to make plants grow almost anywhere, having a strong connection with nature because of that. Her favorite plant is the mallow flower, which grows out of her body when she's feeling happy.

Flowers grow whenever Fiona walks on land, usually leaving a very coloful path leading to her - or, in case of anger, a very thorny and dangerous path full of poison ivy.

- Personality

Fiona has selective mutism. She suffers from severe anxiety and is really only able to speak in whispers to Hugh, the person with whom she's most confortable with. Apart from that, she spends most of her time in complete silence, unless she feels the need to speak. Not many people know her voice.

Her strong fear of public interaction with people she doesn't know make her seem weird in the eyes of strangers and she grew to learn that it's not her fault she's this way. She doesn't need a voice to express herself, mostly, and only uses her flowers and plants to show her strongest emotions.

She's a caring girl, always there if needed by any of her crewmates. She's a good listener, who'll kindly pay attention to her colleagues. But don't let her looks fool anyone, she's a strong girl if needed.

She may be a mess of a person, but she'll always follow her gut and do almost anything so the ones she care for can be safe.

- Funfact: Fiona's dream was to settle down and grow old with Hugh, with a big family. She knows very well that is far from what they can afford - being peculiars, the thought of having a place where time can pass normally and they can get old is just a fairytale. They'll never get to do that; instead, their bodies and minds will stay frozen in time for as long as they live. She learned to be okay with that, but deep down she still earns for a different life.

- Relationship: Hugh

HERE THEY ARE!! MY BABIES!! I love them so much 😭😭 they just need a cabin in the woods somewhere and a break. But oh well,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Blithe will do xD

Taglist: @luckynumber4 @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @xxluckystrike @1waveshortofashipwreck @malarkgirlypop (if you want to be out of the oc taglist, just tell me! I didn't know how to proceed here so I just put everyone xD)

[midsummerlover]

I wish I was a Four-leaf Clover...

"You must love.. be strong, be kind, and grow."

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This is a heartfelt notification for the cherubic creatures stepping your pocket-sized foot on my tiny blog! :] I hope everyone who chooses to follow me feels at ease, regardless of age—I pinky-promise this page is built on kindness and care for everyone. However, this little corner is where I let my heart wander, so you’ll often see a flurry of thoughts, snippets & recap of my life, and a little_chaos cause of what I’ve been watching, reading, or hearing. I only ask that we treat each other with kindness, respect, and let’s avoid some unnecessary drama and.. forgive me if there are grammatical errors! ='} since english is not my first language at home ᴖ̈

ⓘ “나에 대해 알고 싶어요…”

1페이지: Yae Loveday, It's the lovely tune I want to hear if someone calls me by my full name! But, if you feel bothered or demanding, get in touch with me by Yae or Love. That's another nickname that I would love. Your presence means so much to me; I will be open to many nicknames as long as that is good. ﹏★ ?! Oh! Some say I’m a natural listener, perhaps because my ENFJ nature reflects an innate desire to understand and support and... I’ve already crossed the threshold into adulthood. (Crying cause I wish i was 16... ㅜㅜ)

I hope we can find something in common, so I won't gatekeeping some things that makes me truly-alive. Here's a look at what I love! ☻

Books : All of Keigo Higashino's book especially Keajaiban Toko Kelontong Namiya, Days at the Morisaki Bookshop & More Days at the Morisaki Bookshop, The Last Children of Tokyo, Before We Forget Kindness, Strange Weather in Tokyo, Laut Bercerita, Sisi Tergelap Surga, Tingka, Kadang Rumah Tak Memberimu Pulang, Parable, Hujan, Namaku Alam, Mengapa Luka Tidak Memaafkan Pisau, Semua Ikan di Langit, Orang-orang Proyek, Dead-End Memories, Kita Pergi Hari Ini, Twenty-four Eyes, As Long As The Lemon Trees Grow, Sweet Bean Paste, Jane Erye, and those books that I can't remember ;__) (I'll be adding another great read!)

Movies & Series : Drawing Closer, Beyond Youthful Days, When I Fly Towards You, Little Forest, First Love, Reply 1988, Our Beloved Summer, Summer Strike, Tune in for Love, My Liberation Notes, Youth of May, Sweet Home, Gyongseong Creature, Kingdom, Moving, Twinkling Watermelon, Move to Heaven, 1 Litre of Tears, A Little Red Flower, More Than Blue, Man in Love, Not Friends, The Last 10 Years, Dìdi (弟弟), Teasing Master Takagi-san, Hidden Love, Our Secret, Forrest Gump, The Little Rascals, Alice in Borderland, Stranger Things, Shadow and Bone, and many more. funfact! asian is my comfort movies/series especially those in the slice of life genre (i love peace and heal).

Artist : LANY, NIKI, Cigarettes After Sex, Daniel Di Angelo, Daniel Caesar, Gracie Abrams, Tyla, Yerin Baek, Why Don't We, Jhené Aiko, PARTYNEXTDOOR, offonof, V, Reality Club, Tigers in the Sky, Frank Sinatra, Cass Elliot, Mac DeMarco, Novo Amor, Phoebe Bridgers, sombr, Planet Giza, .Feast, Lomba Sihir, Hindia, NewJeans, BOYNEXTDOOR, aespa, ENHYPEN, and the rest plays on shuffle, courtesy of my spotify.

If you have any questions or feel like starting a conversation, don’t hesitate to visit me through direct messages or mention. 저의 살짝 엿볼 수 있는 글을 읽어주셔서 감사합니다. 더 가까이 와서 친구가 되자! (Midnight in Winter 2024), Yae Loveday.

[toiletwipes]

Brainrot here, Late to wish you merry Christmas, but early to wish you a New Year 👉👈?? Ok so.., creating "Au's" for oneshots is my passion -cry- , sO what if Reader actually lives in town? Like they go to the city's school/have a work there and so.

So here comes my vomit of words.,,

Lately you couldn't help but stop pining for the boy who sat in front of you in class / or work with you , something about his personality was just charming and attractive to you.

During a lunch break, Eileen suggests you to write them a letter with your feelings, knowing that in your nerves you could never tell him how you feel to his face.

So with your heart in hand you decided to follow his advice, and in one night you already had the first letter ready, you just had to deliver it, but at the moment you were about to put it in his backpack, panic invaded you and you ended up asking permission to go to the bathroom

while you left the school/ or work to take a breathe you get to observed the line of trees that were a few meters away, and unconsciously you went a little deeper, and you left your efforts (the letter) on a stone, hoping that no person would be foolish enough to go into the woods and be able to find the letter, then you decide to go back to class/ back to work feeling a little bit better. The next morning the letter was gone

Weird? Yes Rare? Also Could it have been an animal? Yeah If it was one of your classmates/coworkers they would have already mocke you then, did it just disappear? Yeah

You decided not to think about the matter and after having experienced the freedom to express your feelings in that letter, you decided to do it again and, just like the previous one, you left it on that rock a little far from the entrance to the forest.

And they kept disappearing,,, and you kept writing more letters

But what you weren't aware of was that a certain Fae was waiting to see your letters on that rock every afternoon, and although at first they seemed strangely cloying, he couldn't stop reading them, keeping them in his little hiding place, and reading them every night. Thinking about how you would look, how your voice would sound singing those words recorded on paper

And while you were pining for that boy sitting across from you, Faebur was pining for you without ever having seen you once Until he decided that due to your shyness, he would be the first to take the step and so when you were on your way to leave a new letter you met someone, or rather something? I mean, he looks like a person, but there is something strange about it. The way he smiles when he sees you and confirms that it's you when he sees the letter in your hands, he approaches you with that loving look and takes the letter in his hands, and while you're still in shock, he opens it carefully and in front of you decides to read out loud the content:

"I would like to be able to get past the diffuse line of strangers , to be the owner of your affection and heart, and I would propose a deal that ensures that my heart, my mind belong to you, as well as my whole being, and you would only need to say yes.

He smiles to himself as he holds close the letter and wraps his hands around yours, then looks straight into your eyes, as if he wanted to touch your soul with his own.

"I share the longing for your human affection, to which the answer is I accept" and as he kisses your hand, you are barely able to tell yourself how much has happened

Now you have a fae boyfriend. :D yes

Funfact: The descriptions in the cards of the person you like, resemble Faebur, type: brown hair, tall, charismatic, etc. that's why he thought they were for him :( he didn't know

I wouldn't know how to continue this so this time i didn't put 2 endings on it.

P.S. Theory anon don't be shy, share the pintboard and the playlist 😔😔 Even if I just got fed I'm always hungry for Faebur content

HhhhhhhoooOOoooooOOOOOOLY SHIT i love this sm i, and no doubt others, need more......... oh my god.......

[ellyhotchner]

You asked for funfacts, so here are a few :)

There are more trees on the planet earth than stars in the Milky Way

The most common eye color is brown, but studies showed that people with blue eyes have a higher alcohol limit

afab person are able to distinguish more colors than amab person. But the last ones are able to catch faster objects with their eyes

right handed people live on average five years longer than left handed people

the last one for today: most people are prone to go left, which is the reason why most shops/stores/etc are built to make people go left

THANK YOU LEA

1 this will only fuel my space hyperfixation that has now been going for the past five years, thank you very much (/j) (but it's so interesting if you think about it??? like can you imagine what that looks like? MIND-BLOWING, SPACE AND EARTH AND EVERYTHING ARE LITERALLY MIND-BLOWING)

2 that explains why I'm out after one small beer even if italy's alcohol culture taught me otherwise for legal purposes you did not see this (/hj)

3 I will definitely use this against my brother because he always wants to demonstrate he's right about everything so next time we argue about a colour I'll take this out thank you very much (yeah I'll leave out the second part)

4 why :( i love my left handed people

5 I WILL OVERTHINK THIS. HEY IT'S TRUE BUT WHY? like why do we all prefer left over right? there's no human or historical explanation for this in human evolution I NEED TO LOOK THIS UP

[earthnashes]

What’s the magic system for witches in FnF?

As a sidenote before I start, keep in mind that this is still a WIP and as such subject to change! That said, in order to touch on the magic system of a witch, you must know about how it works for Spirits too since it operates under the same set of rules. SO! To answer your question, first some context:

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-Magic is a natural occurrence in the universe of FnF. In simple terms, the Spirit Realm is where most of the world’s magic originates and generates from, shared and connected with the Mortal Realm through Leylines. In this way, we can see the “Spirit Realm” as the world’s heart, the “Leylines” as the world’s nervous system, and the “Mortal Realm” the world’s bones and body. What affects the Spirit Realm affects the Mortal Realm, and the same is true vice versa.

-Spirits are the only race who can actively harness magic. Spirits have far greater control and magic ability due to it being a huge factor of their existence, as they act as what’s essentially guardians to the realms. 

-Humans, however,  do not have the ability to harness magic. As such, this is why Witches (humans with the born ability to use magic) are an anomaly as much as they are a rare occurrence. Under circumstances that can’t fully be determined, a Witch is born with a deeper spiritual connection to the world and thus it manifests itself into a tether, which is what allows them their magic ability. However, unlike Spirits, a witch has far more limitation on the magic they can use, as well as having weaker magic in general.

-Both Spirits and Witches’ magic type is determined by what they’re tethered to. A Spirit always have 3 Tethers (Animal, Biome, Element) whereas a witch will only have 1 (either an Animal or an Element, never a Biome). A witch will never have more than one, and a Spirit will never have more than three.

-Both Spirits and Witches’ magic power comes in the form of spiritual energy, otherwise known as “mana”. While both Spirits and Witches’ bodies can naturally produce mana, it’s usually the result of their bodies essentially drawing energy from what they’re tethered to and storing it for use. Spirits’ naturally have a much higher mana font and endurance than Witches, however in both of their cases: if they exhaust their mana they will not be able to use magic unless they rest. Mana exhaustion is soul-deep and strenuous on the body, and best avoided if possible.

-Being in direct contact with what they’re tethered to can allow the Spirit or Witch to feed off its energy, enhancing their capabilities.

-Magic cannot be taught. In order to be able to use it, you must be born with it.

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With that said let’s move on to how the Tethers work:

-A Tether is the soul-bound connection a Witch and Spirit have to the world. This connection is what grants them magic ability and determines what abilities they inherit. While similar, Spirits and Witches do differ in how they can utilize their magic, mainly in which a Spirit has greater flexibility over their abilities while Witches have a more constricted limit. That said, here are the main categories of Tethers a witch and spirit will fall into:

Animals: -Birds, Fish, Reptiles, Mammals, Amphibians, Invertebrates

Elements: -Water, Fire, Geo, Aero  Domain/Biome: -Sky, Forest, Aquatic, Desert, Grassland, Tundra

Each category of Tethers have subcategories, but while the “Animals” and “Biome/Domain” subcategories are vast due to the varying amounts of real world animals and biomes, the Elements are only the result of two combining into one. These additional elements are called Paraelements. As such, I’ll go over those briefly:

Lightning (aero + fire), Lava (geo + fire), Flora (geo + water), Storm (aero + water)

While Spirits can have one of the paraelements as their dominant Elemental Tether, those who don’t have one as their dominant tether still holds influence over it so long as that tether correlates with it. For example: A spirit tethered to Aero won’t be able to produce lightning, but they’d be able to have some semblance of control over it if presented to it. Second example: A spirit with a the Water element can influence a storm to a limited extent, however they are not able to conjure one or control one.

Witches, if tethered to an Element, will almost always be connected to a Main element (aero geo fire water). Witches tethering to a paraelement is extremely rare. Unlike Spirits, unless they are tethered to it, a Witch does not have influence over a paraelement, and vice versa. They are limited to that element alone.

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Basic rules of magic in general:

-Spirits’ entire existence has magic as a basis, and as such they have much longer lifespans. Witches do not; they will live the normal lifespan of a human.

-Witches cannot harm anyone with their magic unless they act out of self defensive instinct or they intend on harming their target.

-Both Spirits and Witches’ magic can be influenced by their emotions. That said, a Witch’s magic is far more prone to reacting to their emotion than a Spirit’s is.

-Spirits have a greater range of influence over the world around them than a witch does. For example, in similarity to each other, a Spirit and Witch with the Flora tether can actively manipulate the plants and woodlife around them. However, the Spirit could spontaneously grow flourishing trees and plants, terraform, whereas the Witch can only influence plants to grow faster, not spontaneously.

-Mana can be influenced by the endurance of the body. As such, general exercise can often help increase Mana endurance

-While Spirits have an easier time learning how to control their magic given its instinctual to them on some level, both they and witches often must be taught how to harness it properly. It’s alot like exercising: there’s a right way to do it, and a wrong way to do it. In the same vein, it’s also like riding a bike; once you learn how to harness it properly, you won’t forget it.

-Spirits and Witches cannot conjure or manipulate something that doesn’t already exist. Using magic in this world is mostly about using what’s already around you, not somehow creating something out of nowhere.

-Abstract “elements” such as Darkness, Light, Time, and things of this caliber cannot be used as a Tether for neither the Spirit or Witch. It simply doesn’t happen, can’t happen, and never will happen.

-Witches are the only humans who can travel between the realms without the aid of a Spirit. It must be taught to them, however, and since Spirits are the only ones who know it isn’t common for a Witch to travel to the Spirit Realm.

-Breaking a Tether is damaging to a Spirit, and lethal to a Witch. It can become lethal to a Spirit if 2 or more of their tethers are broken.

-Familiars do occur, but only to Witches with a Tether to an animal. That Familiar will be of the animal they are connected to, and they can only imprint onto one individual animal, who will then imprint onto them and the bond lasts for the rest of their lives. Spirits don’t form Familiar bonds with one specific animal of the species they’re tethered to because they are guardians to these animals, thus are bound to all of them.

-On the topic of Familiars, some quick facts about how they work:

A Familiar occurs when a witch shares their mana with an individual animal of their specific Tether to form an “Imprint” between the two of them. Imprinting occurs on instinct and isn’t something that can be forced, and it generally happens upon eye contact with the animal they’re most compatible with.

A Witch cannot gain a Familiar through an animal outside their Tether. It has to be an animal of the same exact species.

When a Witch has a Familiar, both parties benefit from the bond: the Familiar will gain a human-long lifespan that matches with their witch and a better access to their innate magic, whereas the Witch can use their Familiar as a sort of conduit for magic use and they gain that animals’ senses. Both are able to communicate through what can considered telepathy, though there isn’t an actual language associated with the communication.

If a Witch dies, their Familiar dies. If the Familiar dies, the Witch can survive it, however it isn’t unheard of for the witch to pass soon after in what’s ultimately a literal “broken heart”. If the Witch survives, they often aren’t able to gain another familiar due to how deeply they feel the sever. It’s documented to simultaneously feel like “losing a limb and losing a loved one”

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Some additional magic rules and funfacts:

-Fire/Lightning is the most exhausting of the elements, due to the user often having to generate their own using their mana if they want to use it spontaneously. 

-A blatantly wrong and unhealthy way to go about magic is often practiced in human culture (it doesn’t exist in Spirit culture), and that’s outright suppressing their magic. This is the result of how Witches are often treated as second-class citizens, or how their magic is sometimes treated as a health condition, and the “cure” is often artifacts made to do exactly that: suppress their magic and let them be “normal”.

-On the topic of artifacts, Alchemy is a form of scientific magic, sometimes known as artificial magic. Once upon a time, alchemists generally specialized in creating items that can react to magic via runes etched into the item. These runes were once formed using a bastardized version of the written native language of the Spirits (the original reason for the invention of alchemy was to restrain and depower a Spirit), but now that practice has been forbidden and cast out.

Nowadays, Alchemists still practice in creating rune-etched items that will react to magic, but they’re often specialized and custom-tailored upon consent and request. Alchemy also includes the act of potion brewing and  poultice making, which is often considered a form of herbal remedies/medicines.

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It got rather long there so I’m sure I might’ve missed somethin’, so if you have any other questions lemme know! <:

[ryik-the-writer]

Chapter 22 - Reflections pt. 1

[A03]

Chapter 1: Pan meets a Wendy Chapter 2: Scars (Felix’s Story) Chapter 3: Day One Chapter 4: Revenge and Fireflies Chapter 5: Brighter than Stars Chapter 6: filler: The Tigress Chapter 7: Operation Spotless! Chapter 8: Operation Spotless: Reporters Down Chapter 9: A Dance with the Devil Chapter 10: filler: Felix and the Pancake Chapter 11: The Girl with Blue Eyes pt. 1 Chapter 12: The Girl with Blue Eyes pt. 2 Chapter 13: The Girl With Blue Eyes: Underground Chapter 14. Recovery Chapter 14.2 Recovery some more Chapter 15: Trapped Chapter 16: Filth Chapter 17: Fairydust pt. 1 Chapter 18: Fairydust pt. 2 Chapter 19: The Mystery of the Dead Nun pt. 1 Chapter 20: The Mystery of the Dead Nun pt. 2                                         Chapter 21:  The Mystery of the Dead Nun pt. 3

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Funfact: working in a small-town newspaper is very BORING xD. Peter and Wendy have a hella more fun than I do!

But somehow, someway…I’m going to find my Cruella de Vil…

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It was too quiet. She couldn’t even hear herself breathing. Or the sound of the door she was pushing open squeaking from aged hinges.

“It’s not supposed to be silent. I know I heard noises when I came in here.”

But…where is ‘here’?

Wendy answered her own question when she saw the familiar setting of Mother Superior’s office. Her thick magnolia desk. The shelves overflowing with old files. The half of an old metal cross—

“Wait…that’s not supposed to be there…”

The chair moved. Someone was in it, and slowly turning it around.

“No, I shouldn’t be here. Why am I…”

No.

Mother Superior was gawking at her in her chair, her tongue spasming as her lower jaw rotted of and landed in her lap.

With a yelp Wendy shot up, her foot flying in the air to hit the cold-water handle of the bathtub and sending her into instant awareness.

“Bloody everlasting fuck!” she screamed, struggling to gain a grip on the porcelain as her pants soaked through. She hastily turned the water off and composed her self to proper cognition as the events from last night slowly trickled back.

She glanced down her window, catching just a glimpse of Pan’s back door. She wondered how he was handling their shared suspension on top of last nights truth bomb. Despite everything she had an urge to go check on him, but her pride won over. Let him grovel to her for once.

With a groan she pulled herself from her bathtub, making a mental note that she would collapse in her bed the next time she wanted to have a meltdown.

She yawned as she stripped from yesterday’s clothes, leaving a trail of her misery through her living room as she felt for her tea kettle.

Yesterday’s events began to replay in her mind. Wendy was holding onto a very dark secret now, one that would not doubt tear the town a part if it got out.

She wondered what she could do with such information—if she wanted to do anything with it at all. Keeping it tucked inside was the safest bet. But if Wendy had learned anything in her short time in Storybrooke, it was that secrets had a way of making their selves known.

Wendy groaned and poured her tea. She needed to let it go for now. If the revelation was destined to destroy the town, then it would be on her watch.

“Hmm.” Wendy pondered. She really was becoming darker.

After a cup of tasteless tea, Wendy coerced herself to dress. Even while her brain was still on autopilot she wouldn’t allow herself to lounge around all day.

She took her time going down the stairs not entirely unconvinced that there wouldn’t be a mob outside her door.

Or Pan. That would be much worst but just his style.

But there was no Pan or mob awaiting her. In fact the streets were empty and foggy, the asphalt frosty from the early morning cold.

Wrapping her scarf more securely around her, she locked her door and set off towards the town, sparing a glance in the direction of Pan’s flat.

No. This was his problem to fix, not hers.

She breathed in the morning air as she made her way down Storybrooke’s main street. Businesses were just opening up or pajama-clad citizens were just now getting their morning papers. It warmed her stomach to see such a setting so like her London’s; though most people at home didn’t even know each other’s last names unlike here. Such closeness produced a kind of domesticity with a thin layer of uncertainty in Wendy’s mind.

Such closeness clung to the diner, the towns heart where news and gossip alike sped through there before it could even be printed.

Everyone knew her now. Her position, her name. And her recent involvement with Mother Superiors demise. She recalled her near-death experience with Cruella de Vil and how the entire town seemed to be watching her just like now.  How long ago had that been? Months? Years? It seemed so long ago that Wendy couldn’t even remember what the devil woman had looked like.

What had happened to her?

As she neared the tight gap between the diner, globs of her memory began to resurface. Yellow police tape. The tight gravel-filled alley that she had been held at gunpoint at.

She crept further in the alley, running her fingers across the door that had saved her from de Vil’s bullet. The blood stain that had been there before—her blood at that—was gone. Washed away by rain and a quick scrub. As if she nor de Vil had ever been there.

Had they?

Wendy could almost deny that the whole thing had ever happened. It felt so long ago, and all the trauma she had been through as a result of it had just filtered out of her bloodstream.

“No,” she muttered aloud. She couldn’t just be over it. She’d almost died. Her father tried to take her back to London…

Edward.

Wendy grimaced at the thought of her extinguished flame. She had never liked him the way everyone expected her to, but their final words had been hard to say…even if she was having trouble remembering just what she said to him.

She shook her head and began speeding past diner, away from the memories the small space held.

She hadn’t realized she’d made it to the park until she stopped at a bench in front of the dirty lake…the one she had been sitting at moments before she had heard Storybrooke’s missing dogs.

A chill ran up her spine as the barks of the dogs echoed through her head. Those poor creatures had pounced her when she snuck into the dognapers truck, terrified from being snatched from their loving owners and crammed into a dark, unknown future.

Of course, Wendy knew what their future held. her throat tightened at the thought of the pregnant cocker spaniel that met her demise to the rusty end of de Vil’s chainsaw.

She eased into the woods were the truck had been parked, the ghosts of the barks tangled with a phantom hum of an engine. She could see the path of broken trees the truck had created, and knew that if she went down that path what she would find.

Did she dare follow it after all she went through to heal from Cruella de Vil’s torture?

It would be unwise, and stir up fear and anxiety she did not need.

Yet Wendy found herself following the trail even as the familiar town began to disappear behind her. The path felt like an entrance into a post-Armageddon dimension. Broken furniture and car shells were scattered all around, as if someone tried to set up house in the middle of a landfill.

Wendy scrunched her nose at the mess. No wonder de Vil and her goons were able to run their dog-stealing operation here. Storybrooke had dumped its trash and left.

And smack dab in the middle of the landfill was the ominous slaughter shed, ghosts of police ribbons dancing on the windows.

Wendy released a wet bark of laughter at the giant hole in the side of the shed, recalling vaguely that it had been the pilfered truck that had caused it. A detail she could have easily forgotten had it not been for the absurdity of who had rammed it into the wall to begin with.

The young journalist sighed at her delirious self. She’d been in such shock after her and Pan’s rescue that she actually kissed the little bugger…and been caught by her father and ex at that!

She wondered as she caressed the smoother edges of the gap if Pan had actually been trying to save her or if he was just being reckless to add to his story. They hated each other more back then than they did now.

It was too dark to make out anything past the bent wires of the cages, but the foul smell that ventured from the shadowy depths was enough to keep Wendy’s curiosity bared.

Even if moments of that day so long ago were a blur, Wendy would never be able to unseen the splatter of blood and guts that de Vil had spewed on her shoes.

She’d seen all she needed and made a quick pace back to the lake lest Cruella’s vengeful spirit come after her.

Wendy felt a numbing sense of euphoria as she left the old haunt. She had had such mixed emotions the first time she stumbled upon the case. Fear. Excitement. And then afterwards, the disbelief that she had survived the entire ordeal. She couldn’t even leave her home for a week because of the paranoia that came afterwards!

Now, while there was a bubble of nervousness just in the pit of her stomach, she couldn’t feel the same apprehension. In fact the memory barely stirred up any feeling, as if she just watched the most subpar movie of all time.

Wendy pondered as she circled the pond if this was a sign of recovery, or one of impending boredom. How did her other misadventures compare to her first if she looked back on them?

She looked up and saw a sign declaring the entrance to Storybrooke’s Firefly Hill. The journalist smile at the insane but pleasant memory from her first official story in Storybrooke.

A quick listen to the radio had led her to an unseasonal firefly migration, and right into the center of Pan’s ire. But oddly enough it had ended in her favor, and a shift in her and Pan’s relationship. He still treated her like dirt, but he didn’t quite sneer at her as harshly as before, and he ended up saving her hide a week later.

Wendy sighed, the swaying trees around her reminding her of the time she and Pan had to flee from August Booth’s deranged turkey, only to have to take shelter in the car of their rotting foe.

Her stomach flopped at the memory, and more so at the strangely sweet moment that followed between her and Pan. He allowed his walls to crack while he was spread out in her lap, and she as well revealed a bit more about herself.

Surprisingly the things she learned about Pan then, and subsequently the day to follow, weren’t as terrifying as she feared they would be. Sure, he was the mysterious brother of Wendy’s new possible foe, and he was an ex…something…to Jekyll and a couple of other people whom she couldn’t quite place. He had a cat.

Pan was layered, she learned, and if he would stop being such an ass, she could even consider being a friend.

Weren’t they friends though?

Wendy thought of the people she’d met in Storybrooke, and tried to place what each of them were.

Lily Tigress had flirted with her when they first met, but Wendy was thankful the young woman didn’t push it further than that.

She could call Sydney a friend if she squinted and craned her neck. Sure, the only time they associated with one another was when Wendy and Pan had stumbled into trouble, but he respected her and looked out for her. Afterall, he had used himself as a human shield the night Jekyll’s goon attacked her. Who else other than a friend would do that for her?

Tink, Felix, Astrid, August, Belle, Mr. Gold…so many faces that were a part of her story, whether good for bad.

Yet in that story, Pan was there too.

Yet Wendy couldn’t place just what they were.

They hated each other more often than not, yet they worked together so well. They had built something between each other, and it was theirs alone. Maybe to everyone else it was odd and dangerous, but Wendy could tolerate it and hopefully build off it.

She returned to the edge of town and could just see the tip of the hospital roof. She gulped lightly, remembering how every single one of her adventures had led her there. Cruella, Jekyll, hell even Mother Superior.

Despite that unpleasant knowledge, she pressed forward without fear, lead there by the whispers of the past past hazy nurses and glass-eyed patients that only turned her way after she had passed them.

Only when she came at the entrance of the abandoned wing where Jekyll had performed his unholy and mysterious deeds, she found the area to be heavily guarded with police tape and warning stands not to pass.

Wendy almost rolled her eyes. Where were such precautions when she wondered in there the first time? Or when Belle was dragged down to an undeserved hell, kicking and screaming?

“Wendy?”

The pacified journalist shot around at the sound of her name, and the site she met both shocked and tickled her.

Peter Pan—who just last night had nearly framed Wendy for murder, knocked out Dr. Whale, and betrayed a slew of people—was standing in his Sunday best with a bouquet of freshly pruned flowers clutched in his hand.

“Hey.” Wendy greeted as she withheld a snort.

“Hi…” Pan returned.

[viteryq1]

Camkas

Is the prince from the libelle clan. He was raised along with his 3 other brothers. Two of which are his stepbrothers .he father,Alexander was the king of the objectheads in the the libelle clan territory. As you see Alexander had always been a greedy and selfish man. Always believe that he should have absolute control of everything, giving the civilians very little to control.camkas hand always disapprove of this tho but never spoke out. Knowing well what happens to that do and that he will never be for the throne he remains quite and his anger always pent up. He often rants to his other brothers tho, well but victor the chosen heir who always enforced his father’s rule even more strictly with a iron fist than his father and won’t hesitate to betray any trust people put in him in exchange for his own father, on one of his many rants however he unintentionally made a shocking revelation. As far as he knew the veins in his wings always glow when he was experiencing extreme emotions. He never thought much about it tho and neither did his family. His father well don’t care, his mother finding it to be one of the best designs she had ever seen and even managed to make a robe based off his wings that he very much love, victor seeing him as an disgraceful defect ,keash finding it cool but also decided to take it upon himself to call him “little firefly wings” or “angry lightning bug”, and last ingnas his youngest and brother he loved most dearly finding it almost cool and magical. On this particular rant however his wings had been glowing pretty brightly, so bright in fact that they manage to be visually seen in broad cloudy daylight sky.upon reaching new near end of his rant he punches a tree one last time to vent out all his frustration at once. At first nothing interesting happen, as expect, until a few minutes later a large crack was heard from the trees before in a sudden blurred motion he was hitted by another tree, easily slamming him into a rocky cliff face followed by hundreds of splinter wood. His brothers startled by the sudden movements and loud noise where understandably confused and took a few minutes before quickly rushing over to assist their brother from the wooden wreck. After some confusion questions keash suggest to do what he did to a tree with a small pebble in which he did and had a near miss to his eye. Upon this little discovery they soon conclude that he had magic. It was alarming however, we that their father see any abnormality as a threat to his rule, had executed all the objectheads that could do magic or even merely suspect to do magic. Camkas decided to hide his magic, in hops of getting away with his life and his abilities.

Camkas was out of his sibling the second runt of the family, beaten by his younger brother he love, ingnas. He was place in control of watching the borders of the territory, order to kill any one who pass without a warning ahead of time with question. He unfortunately can’t do much about his men but I often if he could and the trespasser is proven not guilty of anything will turn them away with a warning.he often is shamed or get into more trouble with victor, as the two have sevear hatred for one another, often avoiding eye contact. He loves his his other siblings tho. Keash and him often get into play fights but he often gets annoyed with his brother constant pestering and teasing but however feels guilty when keash visits his mother who had said to have gone mad from heartbreak. He is very protective of his youngest brother tho n tend to be with him as often as he can when he isn’t on border control . Camkas tends cold at first. Never saying much until spoken to. He is a man of tradition and formality but to more closer friends he is more willing to break his poker face and mess around in public. he loves to tease people and tends to be actually quite humorous at times. he is also passive aggressive along as sarcastic and quite rebellious rebellious when given the chance, sing his magic to get pay back from his dad when ever he can.often just hitting him with is early morning coffee mug.

Camkas is a extremely skilled fighter and as mention earlier has magic (Funfact many see him as a cool hero and he have trouble getting the extreme fan girls to leave him alone in public )

[arrozaurus]

Reddit extracts: Old analysis that are terrifyingly accurate

https://www.reddit.com/r/stevenuniverse/comments/a6n1jy/in_regards_to_the_pearl_switch_theory/?utm_source=reddit-android

[In the artbook, idk if you have seen it or not, but it's kinda a timeline tree where you have the main gems' timelines. Garnet's timeline, Lapis' timeline, Pd's timeline... Pearl's timeline. We know it's Pearl's because it's light blue. And her line starts with that statement, that "A new [...] sensible Pearl was custom made and delivered to Pink...". That's what debunks it, in my opinion. Also it's interesting to point out that Pearl is much older than Sapphire or Ruby, like about 8,000 to 15,000 years (it's literally written but the quality of the image is bad and hard to read) in age. Pink is at least 10k-17k (at least because the pic literally ends before showing the whole graph, she's very likely older than that). Lapis is as old as Pearl too.

But those are additional funfacts. I'm getting carried away!

In relation to gem placement, it's stated that in universe gem placement doesn't affect gem personalities, but from a writing standing point, it does tend to matter. That "sensible" from the chart implies that whoever was the Pearl before her was not sensible. That could mean, not like a Pearl, not appropiate, not smart enough to follow the rules, which are all very similar concepts but they have subtle nuances.

I personally think that this Pearl had a very good relationship with Pink because Pink loves chaos, she loves the unexpected and the unknown, everything out of the norm. She's curious like that (again, it's in her personality, not in her learned behaviours), and because she's so upper crust it's unthinkable to make friendships with gems different to her. This Pearl was probably the closest thing to a friendship before everything else happened. So under this logic, it's so hard to believe that someone like Pink could have hurt someone like this Pearl, even by accident. It's just so weird and out of character.

If she had a close friendship with Pink, if she had done something as unthinkable as having an equal relationship with a Diamond, then that would explain why she's not sensible. And of course, it's her fault, because a Diamond doesn't make mistakes, right? So she's punished. She's taken away from Pink.]

[Because idk imagine they take away your friend, or if we wanna dehumanize people in diamond's eyes, your toy, and you don't understand why and they don't tell you where they're gone. Or they do tell you, and you are horrified by it, so much that you want to escape those thoughts, block those memories, even if that means never mentioning the one who did it (ehem ehem.....), to protect yourself from that anguish.

You're not happy.]

[There is something about her that is really interesting: she's a chameleon. She mimicries, picking up features from her surroundings and adopting them as her own.

In a way, it's a form of learning. Babies do this, kitties do this, puppies do this... And even as adults, we also do it.

It's natural for her to think she's in her right to colonize. It's the only thing she knows. That's what she's made for, right? That's what the diamonds do, what the *other* diamonds do. But not her. Why?

This is something she wonders herself about, it's not me making a question. And she has so much time to reflect on that, to bottle up feelings (not a trait, but a learned behaviour). The way she finally gave up and communicated those emotions are certainly child-like, but what it's important is that tantrum should not be considered a superficial whim.

That punch in the wall, that rage, are indicators there's something deeper and more complex hiding in her mind, a very real concern she feels she cannot be honest about.]

https://www.reddit.com/r/stevenuniverse/comments/a52xko/i_think_pink_diamond_was_the_one_who_cracked/?utm_source=reddit-android

[I think it's tremendously out of character. The way she never mentions White, despite the fact that there was a moment in which they apparently were in good terms, the parallels with Marty and Greg... Make me think that something happened between them that broke the relationship, and I think this Pearl could have had something to do with it.]

[atypicalkataangist]

Responsibility

Type: Oneshot [Romantic] Summary: Aang and Katara get in a big fight. Word count: 1747 Author’s note Hey there! Soo, I’ve been writing about so many good things now, and even though I believe they came along pretty well as a married couple, I think it’s inevitable to get into a bigger fight from time to time. So that’s what today’s story is about ^^ Funfact: props to my guinea pig Hannibal for giving me the original idea for the reason of their fight. But you’ll see :D

"And I'm telling you he's got nothing to do with it!"

Aang was pissed off. Even worse, he was pissed off about Katara. The young couple didn't use to fight very often, but like in every healthy relationship the one or another bigger fight was included. In the last few weeks it's gotten progressively worse however. Katara had given birth to their first child only a few weeks earlier, and as much as their sweet little man constantly reminded them of their love for each other, it could become really exhausting. None of them could really handle the severe sleep deprivation caused by young Bumi's very light sleep, so he kept both of them awake most of the nights.

And like most other young parents it still took them a while to adjust to their new role. They, especially Katara, didn't want to mess anything up, so they felt like they were under a lot of pressure. The combination of stress and sleep deprivation had both of them really tensed, frequently causing them to freak out at each other without much of a reason. Even their sex life began to suffer now, either they didn't find enough time, or if they did, they were too exhausted or not in the mood to let off some steam.

"Oh Aang, you're ridiculous! Stay and talk to me!", she demanded, follwing her husband out of their home. He was too angry with her to talk to her in a constructive way. On her arm she carried their baby son, crying desperately for attention.

They were out in the open now, on the stone path leading to Appa's stable near the coast of air temple island. He couldn't bear with that situation anymore, at least not for the moment. He needed to get away, even if only for a couple of hours.

"I'm the one who's ridiculous?! Katara, you know Momo as long as I do, he would never, ever bite Bumi!"

"I can't believe it!", she moaned obviously pretty damn annoyed as well, "So you're taking your lemur's side and not your son's?!"

"No, that's not what I..."

"I couldn't care less about Momo right now, Aang!", she screamed, "I only see my - OUR son crying in pain because of an animal bite and you're not doing anything to help me! Instead you're too focused on defending your precious lemur to even consider the fact that he might have harmed Bumi!" The small boy on her arm didn't stop to sob, seemingly feeling the turmoil and agitation within his mother. She cuddled him closer against her chest, carefully as not to disturb him anymore. Lowering her voice, she added, "at least we have him long enough to eliminate the thought that he has any dangerous deseases with which he could've infected Bumi. His immune system is still extremely fragile, Aang, don't you realize that? Or do you just not care?!"

Deep inside, she immediately regretted saying that, but she was too angry and too aroused in that moment to take it back.

"Ka...Katara..." He could do nothing but standing there in bewilderment, his mouth agape and his eyes sad and hurted. She could see how much she had hurted his feelings with that comment. Of course she knew how much Aang cared about his son.

"How could you say something like that?" He turned around, fighting back tears that tried to break free. Slowly, he followed the path to Appa's stable. He needed some time alone.

She followed him. She didn't mean to hurt him like that. He didn't deserve that.

The Avatar whistled to call Appa out of his stable, preparing the saddle even though he was about to do this trip alone.

"Aang!"

He turned around from Appa, looking at her with hurted, disappointed eyes.

"I'm just saying that you can't be the child anymore. You have a child now. WE have a child now, Aang! You have to take on your responsibility as a father! You're carrying the responsibility of a tiny life, so you have to take this seriously!"

Without another word, he turned around again, airbended himself on top of his bison and took place on his head.

"I'm doing my fucking best, Katara." He never swore, so he must've been extremely aroused. "I'm sorry I'm not the perfect father right off the bat, but I'm doing my fucking best! Yip yipp."

"Where are you going, Aang?!", she screamed while the bison slowly began to levitate.

"I'll blow off some steam. I'm back when I'm back.", he yelled while Appa carried him away from his crying child and his baffled wife.

----

"Shit, Shit, SHIT!", he screamed, letting out all of his anger against the trunk of a tree. He didn't want to hurt anyone, be it human or animal, so he chose to land in a small forest near the coast of republic city, were barely anyone else was ever around.

His knuckles began to hurt as the tree bark splattered off the trunk. "I'm SUCH an idiot!", he screamed, walking in circles and falling onto his knees. She was right, she was absolutely right. He needed to get a hold of himself. What kind of father would leave his crying newborn alone and just leave in the middle of a fight?

"Oh, spirits, I messed up big time..."

Indecisive what to do, he changed into the lotus position and tried to calm his nerves by meditating. He had still way too much on his mind to detach himself from the world. He needed to step up to his responsibilities. He needed to go back home and apologize to Katara. He wanted to make her happy again. And he wanted to make Bumi happy as well.

Katara couldn't stop crying after Aang had left. She felt horrible. Did she really blame Aang to not care about his son's well being? She loved Aang, she really did, and she didn't stop loving him after Bumi was born. But she needed him. Of course she had so many things yet to learn as well, but she couldn't do this alone. She needed Aang. She missed him. Emotionally and physically. Maybe she had underestimated the effort to raise a child as well, but she knew that she chose the right husband to do so. She would've never want to do this with anyone else. Aang was perfect. He just needed some time to get used to his new life.

---

The sun was already setting when Aang returned home. He instantly made his way to the meditation pond in the back of the island to get his thoughts in order and prepared what he wanted to say to his wife.

He watched the peaceful koi fish swimming in their pond as dire thoughts began to cloud up his mind again.

'They don't deserve someone like you. You're the worst father a newborn child can have.'

Stop. Stop!

'You're nothing but a huge letdown for those who love you.'

"Stop!", he screamed, sad and confused.

"Aang? Aang, are you alright?" He quickly turned around to see his wife standing across from him, barefoot and already in her nightdress, carrying her sleeping son on her arm. She watched him with sorrowful, yet loving eyes.

"Katara! Sweetie...", he ran towards her and hugged her with her tears in his eyes. "Katara, I'm so, so sorry...I feel so bad for bailing out before... I can't just leave you two alone."

"Oh Aang..." her eyes began to tear up as well, "It's okay, I said things I shouldn't have said as well."

"You were right about most of it though. I have to take my role as father more seriously. I'll double my efforts from now on, I promise. I love you and I Bumi more than you could ever imagine, the last thing I  want is to drive you away from me."

"Sweetie...", her trembling lips kissed his cheek while her free hand rested on his chest. "Of course I know you love us, and I love you now more than ever. But I need you for this, Aang."

"I know, Sweetie. And I promise I'll be there for you from now on."

She smiled at him just as warmly as she did after freeing him from the iceberg. "Thank you, sweetie. I love you. And I'm sorry for what I said."

He kissed her and his bad thoughts finally began to drown in a wave of dopamin and euphoria.

"You look tired, sweetie. Come, let me take Bumi out for a small good night walk around the island while you go to sleep. Alright?"

She could stop herself right before beginning another discussion, simply nodded after realizing that she lingered after some sleep.

Carefully she gave her son into his father's arms, who couldn't let his eyes off of the tiny bundle of joy that was about to wake up from his light sleep again, whining for attention.

"I got this. Good Night, Sweetie.", he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too.", she answered, kissing her husband first and pressing a few quick kisses in her son's tiny forehead. "Both of you."

Not without feeling a tiny ache in her heart after letting go of her baby, however realizing that he was in good hands with his father, she left to finally go to sleep.

Her family stayed at the pond and especially her husband enjoyed the last beams of sunlight that illuminated the sky. Bumi was very calm again, rocked to sleep by the gentle motion of his father's arm.

"Women, he?", Aang whispered more to himself as to his sleepy son im his arms. "They drive you crazy and they feel right about everything, but in the end of the day  you just can't but love them more than anything else in the entire world. Except you, Bumi. Your Dad loves you more than you could ever imagine.", he whispered and carefully as not to wake him up kissed his forehead. "You and your Mom give my life a purpose. And I'll be forever grateful for that."

Hope you liked it! Writing the reconciliation turned out to be a lot harder than I expected, I hope it didn’t get too cheesy in the end. 

Oh, by the way: I’ll soon be on a vacation in greece until the 24th, so I might not be able to write anything during that period. Trying my best however! :)

[darkbloodmoon]

storytime!! both bc of that post you reblogged and also jus bc i wanna tell u about it. :3

so every day driving home from school my mom and i go through this big park because its prettier than the highway and theres always lots of cute dogs to look at. and a little while ago (like a couple months ig) we noticed this big camera that was set up a ways away from a really big tree with a hole in the trunk

(a funfact about this park is that they have a resident great horned owl thats lived there for like 15 years or so-- his name is charles)

back then, my mom slowed down the car so i could look back and see what was in the tree that these ppl were photographing, and lo and behold! there was an owl in the tree! and every day when we drive through the park, the owl is still in the tree, and the people are still photographing it—so it turns out this tree is charles's nest

ANYWAY onto what happened yesterday! we were driving through the park as usual, and when we got to the owl tree my mom slowed town so i could see if charles was there (he was). recently my mom put binoculars in her car so we could actually see the owl up close, so she parked and i got out to go look at the owl! there were also way more cameras than usual there, like six of them--

anyway im looking at charles through the binoculars. hes staring dead at all of us (me and the ppl with cameras). his eyes are very pretty. i love owls. then he bends down, for like a split second, and theres something vaguely fuzzy and shaped behind him. im like wait hold on bend down again what was that. then charles comes up towards the front of his little tree-hole, and he has two babies behind him. BABIES. idk if youve ever seen baby great horned owls before artzyy (or any baby owls for that matter) but they look like fuzzy grey cottonballs and i was crying (not literally but you get the idea). B A B I E S. then i went to get my mom so she could see them and she also cried (also not literally).

so long story short the owl in the tree may in fact be danielle, charles's mate, rather than charles himself, and also i saw baby owls yesterday.

!!!!! THAT SOUNDS CUTE

I've never seen any owls, much less baby owls, irl but this sounds so cute </33

[spideytrxsh]

Rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

I was tagged by Kate aka mom aka @iwillbeinmynest ily!

Tagging: @whothehellisbella @cartersbarnes @thepahlm @sgtbxckybxrnes @misshollander1 @thisisthetragicstoryofme @givemethatgold @spideycents @theassetseyeliner @poptartcalum @meunicorn @peter-benjamin-parkers @thesprintersoldier and whoever else because i dont have 20 friends and this is already a lot of work ok

1. drink? Peach tea

2. phone call? Eibhleann

3. text message? @thepahlm

4. song you listened to? Roxanne - The Police

5. time you cried? Today

6. dated someone twice? (Like the same person two different times?) No

7. kissed someone and regretted it? Yes

8. been cheated on? Yes

9. lost someone special? Yes

10. been depressed? Ya know

11. gotten drunk and thrown up? Nope because im smart and i dont really drink

favourite colors

12. Gold 13. Pink 14. Lilac

in the last year, have you… 15. made new friends? Yes

16. fallen out of love? Never

17. laughed until you cried? Always

18. found out someone was talking about you? Uhh I mean probably

19. met someone who changed you? Yes :)

20. found out who your friends are? Made some really cool ones that I know I can count on!

21. kissed someone on your facebook list? lol does my husband fiancee count? <- stealing Kate’s answer lmao

general 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life? All of them

23. do you have any pets? Yes!!!

24. do you want to change your name? No

25. what did you do for your last birthday? Went out to dinner

26. what time did you wake up? 9ish

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? Texting 

28. name something you can’t wait for: my wedding

29. when was the last time you saw your mom? Last week

31. what are you listening to right now? The fan

32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom? I wish it was holland, but yes thats one of my roommate’s dad’s name

33. something that is getting on your nerves? Eibhleann. Sorry dude

34. most visited website? Tumblr or buzzfeed. I spend a lot of time taking quizzes. Im hawaiian btw

35. hair colour? Brown

36. long or short hair? Long, my face is too fat for short

37. do you have a crush on someone? Yes and it’s not Jordan. Scandelous

38. what do you like about yourself? I am a pretty good cook

39. piercings: Just me ears

40. blood type: O negative I tested it myself

41. nickname: Mae

42. relationship status: Engaged

43. zodiac: Aquarius

44. pronouns: She/her

45. favourite tv show: Agents of SHIELD

46. tattoos: Im afraid of needles

47. right or left handed: Both actually #funfact

48. surgery: Lots plus thats my job

49. piercing: ears. Didnt they already ask this

50. sport: Cheerleading & gymnastics all my life

51. vacation: Leaving for AUS in 6 days!!

52. pair of trainers: Black nikes

53. eating: Nothing ATM

54. drinking: Agua

55. i’m about to: sleep

56. waiting for? Jordan to get home

57. want? Sherbert

58. get married? next summer yo #maecarter2018

59. career? Retired lmao

60. hugs or kisses? Kisses. I literally kiss everyone

61. lips or eyes? Eyes

62. shorter or taller? Im shorter but I like taller

63. older or younger? what does this even mean stop exposing my daddy kink

64. nice arms or nice stomach? stomach

65. hook up or relationship? Relationship

66. troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker is the last word someone would use to describe me.

67. kissed a stranger: Yes. But we are getting married now so ? 

68. drank hard liquor: Yup and regretted it

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: No

70. turned someone down: Yes

71. sex on the first date: No

72. broken someone’s heart: Sadly

73. had your heart broken: Physically and emotionally

74. been arrested: No

75. cried when someone died: Yes

76. fallen for a friend: Yes

do you believe in… 77. yourself? Ehh

78. miracles? Yes

79. love at first sight? Yes, Im proof

80. santa claus? Yes. Why would you ask? Who the hell doesn’t? Who else would put the presents under trees? Parents? Then who would eat the cookies?

81. kiss on the first date? Yes

82. angels? yes

other 83. current best friend’s name: Grace 

84. eye colour: Brown

85. favourite movie: The way way back

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

FROM DARE, TO LOVE (A Destiel Fanfiction)

CHAPTER NINE: "So, may I have the privilege of lunching with you?"

Interrupting Castiel's wandering thoughts - this time in the Physics period - Dean arrived. He stood at the door, and Castiel's eyes studied him, almost familiarly, as he almost bounced about, asking for permission to enter in a cheeky voice. Castiel also noticed, in a moment of truth, that most of the eyes in the room were doing the same; staring at Dean. He wished not to be one of the crowd, but couldn't help it. At least not all of them had 'almost' kissed Dean Winchester. Wait, probably they had. And also, did he just think of it as if he was proud of it?

Yes, Castiel assured himself, you are going nuts.

Dean did get permission to enter from a glaring Mr. Campbell, and an order to 'sit wherever you find place, and open your books to Wave Motion, Page 324'. He promptly strolled through lines of hopeful girls - and guys - and landed next to Castiel on his desk. Castiel had been sitting alone - no surprises there - on a desk near the window, so that he could aptly look out at the trees as he didn't pay attention in class - it didn't even sound like 'Castiel' to Castiel himself.

Castiel, moved his bag so that Dean got space to sit, and Dean took it as permission to sit closer - arms pushed against each other - to Castiel. He broadly grinned at Castiel, smelling like soap.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel found himself smiling. What was that about?

"Hola!" Dean grinned broader. "Here's a funfact. I'm gonna spend all day with you."

"What about practise?"

"Practise? Screw it, cherry-pie," Dean beamed, giving no regard to the fact that Mr. Campbell was stressing how the diagram on page 326 could be asked regarding, in the exams. "It's our anniversary!"

Castiel sighed, shaking his head. "Sure."

"So, I get to spend all day basking in your glorious company," Dean winked. Castiel noticed how he didn't say it the other way around, that he, Castiel was going to spend all day in his, Dean's company.

"That pleases me, greatly." Castiel spoke unthinkingly. "I mean," Castiel turned a slight red. "Good!"

"Prepare for a," Dean began in an enthusiastic falsetto. "What classes do you have?" He asked suddenly, in his normal voice.

"English after this, then Business Studies-" Castiel was cut off by Dean

"Boring." Dean frowned. "Well, anyways, that hardly matters! Prepare for the best day of school!"

"With Physics, English, and B. S., I doubt it."

"With me by your side, you shouldn't."

***

And true enough, the rest of the day for Castiel had been exhilarating, to say the least.

In English - they sat on the last bench, a first for Castiel - and joked throughout the class. The teacher was strict, a Mrs. Burns, whom Dean admitted to not even know the name of. So they decided not to talk out loud. They passed notes - Dean's idea - but soon got bored, and resorted to talking in whispers. About anything and everything under the sun.

Business Studies was a proxy period, and the substitute was so disinterested in the class, that Dean and Castiel talked through the period; at everything from the merits of honey, to how Dean learned to cook, since he cooked for Sam, for the sake of doing something as his brother studied. They talked endlessly, "finding more topics than God would've deemed possible to laugh at," Dean swore, and at one point - Castiel recalled it as the moment when he and Dean were trying to dramatically enact a scene of 'Romeo and Juliet', in which Dean had insisted on being Juliet; God knows how they'd reached there from discussing checkers - they'd laughed so loudly, that Michael, sitting in the front, had turned, and frowned deeply at them, asking a, "What are you laughing at?"

"Your face," Dean had cheerfully replied. Michael had corrected him, with a sneer, that they'd been laughing before he asked the question, that is, without seeing his face. To which, Dean had colorfully explained that he'd spent so long dreaming of Michael's "dreamy" face, that now all he had to do was close his eyes, and Michael's face would be in front of him. Michael had literally "Humph" ed at this, and looked disapprovingly at Castiel before turning back to the front.

Castiel could not completely recall all of their topics of conversation, only that there had been plenty, and that he'd not had such a long - and interesting - conversation with anyone since, well, since his eighteen years of existing.

It was fun. A lot of fun.

***

It was in the last few minutes of Biology, which was the last period before Lunch, that Dean said the unthinkable.

"You know what, Castiel," Dean grinned. "I'm not gonna entertain any excuses today. You're sitting with me in Lunch."

Castiel pressed his lips together to avoid answering. A valiant effort, indeed.

"Hey, come on," Dean almost pleaded. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy talking to me! I know you had fun today! Why not sit together in Lunch too? We haven't had lunch together, once, yet!"

Castiel smiled smally. "I'd like to, Dean," that was not a lie. "But you know how I spend time with you all the time, and Charlie, and Kevi-"

"I get that you're really awesome, and very much in demand," Dean literally batted his eyelashes, convincingly. "But I'm sure your friends would understand. It's our anniversary."

The bell rang.

The teacher walked out of the class, and the students too, at their own paces, begun to disperse.

Dean still looked at Castiel for a reply.

Castiel gulped. "Bu-"

"I'll talk to Charlie, alright?" Dean offered. "She's really cool," Dean had spent some time with Castiel's friends - firstly, out of politeness, later, out of genuine liking of Charlie, although he still tolerated Garth and hardly ever spoke to Kevin, who hardly ever spoke to him either - and Castiel had forgotten about it. His only excuse wasn't applicable anymore. Crap. "I'm sure she'll understand me wanting to spend more time with you."

Castiel swallowed. How unfair was it that even when Dean Winchester was being clingy - on purpose - he was so charming, and Castiel wanted to give in. He wanted to tell Dean that he didn't wanna sit at Dean's table, not because of his friends, but because of Dean's friends. He didn't even need to explain that. Dean's friends had been mean to him since primary school. They had literally bullied him specifically, not just been mean to him as everyone popular had always been; especially Crowley and Ketch. A shiver ran down Castiel's spine, wondering how Dean would react to being told so. He didn't want to know.

"Dean, don't insist." Castiel urged, being evasive, and gathering his books - which hadn't even been opened once, in class.

"I will!" Dean retorted, sounding like a little kid. "What's the big deal with sitting with me for Lunch? I don't bite," a mischievous gleam appeared in his eyes. "I mean, I do, but not in front of everyone," he winked. "And I promise not to, during this Lunch."

Castiel stood up. "Dean, the thing is that-"

"Yes?" Dean landed himself on the desk in front of where Castiel was standing, and crossed his legs, like a kid preparing to hear a fascinating end to a thriller. His smile, directed at Castiel, was connivingly innocent. He batted his eyelashes, giving him his best puppy-dog-eyes.

Castiel strained to look away. "See, I need to make notes. I-I haven't been paying attention in any class since morning, thanks to you," Castiel shot Dean an unconvincing frown. "I need to catch up."

"Right now?" Dean challenged.

"Yes." Castiel sat down again, determined not to give in, and opened his books to a random page - he was pretty sure that the Glossary wasn't being taught in class that day - and fiddled with a pen. "I'll see you later, Dean."

"No." Dean said, almost cheerily, and sat down on a chair on the opposite side of Castiel's table. "I'm not leaving this place without you."

"You don't need to do that, Dean." Castiel sighed. How stubborn was Dean Winchester? And how was Dean Winchester being stubborn so cute, to him?

"I do." Dean leaned towards Castiel - there was a table between them, then why did Castiel feel so invaded - biting his bottom lip, almost seductively. "And who knows, an empty classroom with you and me? We might just finish what we started."

Dean didn't have to say anymore. Castiel knew exactly what he meant. Of course he did, it was in the back of his mind, all day. He gulped, looking at Dean cautiously. Dean still had the slightly predatory, highly amused look on his face, and an air of confidence. Castiel was aware he probably turned bright red, but he looked down at his book again, trying his best to focus on the glossary but all the words floating off the page as if written with flying ink.

"What?" Dean cooed; his face, a picture perfect. "You were perfectly willing to kiss me, this morning. And if Benny hadn't interrupted, who knows-"

"Dean." Castiel almost breathed out, scared like nothing else. All of a sudden, the dare had flown into his mind. All of this on a dare. Castiel realised he hadn't thought of that all day. A sudden iciness flooded him. He fought to keep a leash on himself. "Just..let me study. You can go, have Lunch, with your friends." Castiel knew he felt more hurt now than even the first time he came to know of the dare which seemed like a lifetime ago. He felt his throat block up.

As if struck by lightening, Dean stood up. Castiel's eyes slowly followed him, and his face was of one who was told of a secret. "Oh!" Dean exhaled noisily, looking like the time when he'd held Castiel too closely and Castiel had uncomfortably told him to move, and he'd 'Oh'ed in a similar manner. "I didn't even think of it." He cursed under his breath. "This is about my friends, isn't it?"

And the fact that you're pretending to like me for a dare, and I'm actually getting caught up in the act although I know the truth, Castiel thought to himself. But he nodded, giving up finally.

He darkened. "Th-they didn't say anything to you, did they?" Dean asked, almost aggressively. Castiel was taken aback. "Or do something? Did Ketch- Crowley! It was Crowley, wasn't it? Did he-"

"No, Dean." Castiel lied, not knowing why he did so. "They didn't do anything to me." They hadn't exactly done anything to him, really, at least not in the proximity of months. "But Dean, your frie-friends, they're not exactly my friends, you know," his voice trailed off.

Dean blinked. "That won't be a problem." He murmured quietly, after a moment of silent conversation, where their eyes did the talking.

"Do you really think so?" Castiel challenged.

"Yes. I do." Dean said, more firmly. "You're with me, Castiel. They will be nothing but nice to you."

"I don't need you to-" Castiel began immediately, then realised that was not what Dean meant, and that he held a hurt look on his face, the moment the words had left Castiel's lips. He pursed his lips, and framed his sentence differently. "I don't need them to be nice to me."

"I do."

Castiel studied Dean's face - his eyes, which usually kept secrets so well, but which shone with raw emotions - for anything that might've suggested he was lying. There wasn't anything; at least nothing he could find. His anger lessened drastically, it was miraculous how that happened. "Dean." He murmured, unimportantly.

"You're my-" Dean stared straight into Castiel's eyes, and corrected himself. "You're with me. We're friends. We're more than that. We're gonna have Lunch together, at my table, and if my friends can't deal with it, too bad."

Castiel bit his lip. "Are you sure-"

"I wanna be seen with you?" Dean completed. "Yeah, Castiel, I do. I do wanna be seen with one of the best students of school, who's incomparable in Ancient History, and who's also handsome as living hell. I do."

Castiel was speechless; his mind blank.

"So, may I have the privilege of Lunching with you?" Dean offered Castiel a hand.

Castiel's mind worked up an answer; a single word, except for being brain-dead as he was sure he was. "Yes."

"You're so great, you know." Dean muttered, as Castiel, almost like an inanimate object, was pulled up to his feet by Dean. Castiel heard it, and felt as if something in him would melt, if it hadn't already. "You just need to stop thinking that the world thinks you aren't."

"Dean," Castiel's mind apparently could only conjure up one-syllable words.

"Yeah, cherry-pie?"

"You're great too." Still single syllables. He really was cracked up. And what was he saying, anyways?

Dean looked at his face carefully, not realising, that a few moment ago, Dean had broke Castiel. His walls; the last of them. They were gone. Castiel didn't know it himself yet, but they were. "Thanks, Castiel."

And they walked to the Lunch hall, Castiel's hands held against his chest with his left hand, as his right one was engaged. In holding Dean's back, as the latter had his fastened tightly around Castiel, his fingers often dancing against Castiel's skin. It was a fascinating feeling.

By the time they reached the Lunch hall - it took five minutes, no less - Castiel was feeling less euphoric - what he'd decided to call the feeling he sometimes got, around Dean. They walked straight to Dean's table, and Castiel's eyes, scanning the hall, failed to even see Charlie, Kevin or Garth. Dean kept walking firmly, not paying attention to the drop in Castiel's pace, and almost dragging him along.

When the reached, Castiel's usually-contained sky blue eyes took in the people at the table. Benny Lafitte, Anna Milton, Andrea Kormos, Gordon Walker, Arthur Ketch, Crowley MacLeod, Joanna Harvelle, Bela Talbot, Sam Winchester, and a few others. Castiel's eyes meet Sam's friendly brown ones, as he smiles, albeit a bit nervously. The other eyes merely study him, almost curiously; a few, with a hardly disguised sneer.

Dean pulls a chair for Castiel - why wouldn't he do that? - and sat down himself, disentangled his hand from Castiel's in some moment when Castiel was busy staring at the occupants of the chairs around the Popular Table from a close distance. Castiel sat down, his fears returning, and looked nervously, almost at Dean. To his right was Dean, to his left, Bela Talbot, who was too busy in conversation with Gordon.

"Where were you, man?" Benny asks, after a moment of awkward silence. As if on cue, people return to what they were doing; eating, talking, staring at others.

"Class." Dean replied cheerfully, as Benny pushed at him, a plate with a cheeseburger and fries.

"Is that what they call the girls' bathroom nowadays?" Benny replied, just as enthusiastically.

"I hope not." Dean laughed back, back in his element almost instantly. "That would be weird." He punched Benny's arm lightly. "Plus, that would be you, if I remember correctly. I'm not a 'stalls' guy, you know!" And both of them laughed good naturedly.

Castiel observed his exchange silently.

Dean apparently noticed this, and turned to Castiel instantly. He pushed his own plate towards Castiel. "Whenever I'm late, these guys get me food." He explained. "What do you want for Lunch?"

Castiel thought of shaking his head at first, but then realised he actually was hungry. "Same as you, burger and fries. But I'll get mine myse-"

"Wait a second," he stood up. "I'll get it."

Castiel was struck with the thought that he was alone at the Popular Table - after Dean walked out of sight in the crowd - and paled. He looked down at the table, not knowing where to look.

"Hey," said a sudden female voice. "You look like a lost kitten! Don't worry, we don't eat people, although you look pretty tasty," Castiel recognised the speaker as Joanna Harvelle. She spoke, not unkindly, but ended with a laugh, throwing back her head, and Castiel smiled back.

"I'm Castiel Novak." Castiel offered, good naturedly, finding Joanna less threatening than most at the table.

Joanna grinned broadly, dimples showing up. She used her hand to push away a strand of blonde hair from her face, and took a messy bite of her sandwich. "I know all about you, dude." Then she smiled again, swallowing her mouthful. "Jo." She spoke, for herself.

"Why, why!" Benny cut in, in a falsetto, with a grin. "Joanna Beth Harvelle, is that a way to introduce yourself to a guy? And talking with food in your mouth!? What did I say about that!?"

Castiel smiled, as Jo swatted at Benny's face, as he ducked. "Don't get all 'mom' on me, idiot!" She protested. "And, I don't need to talk properly to this guy! Dean beat me to that." She cocked her head towards Castiel with a huge grin.

Benny turned to Castiel, ignoring Jo's deadly glares. "Hey there." He grinned, and Castiel, smiled back, thoughtlessly. "We never did get introduced properly. And as Dean's friends, we should! I'm Benny Lafitte." He gestured at Jo with a milkshake in his hand. "And she doesn't know how to talk."

"It's fine." Castiel pursed his lips. "I'm Castiel."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. He has a big mouth." Benny motioned to Dean's chair, which was between his and Castiel's.

"And one, that apparently likes yours greatly, so the rumors go." Came an accented voice, not too different from Balthazar's. Castiel turned to face Bela Talbot, a beautiful cheerleader, with an olive skin and a vivacious smile. "I'm Bela Talbot." She pronounced gently. "And you must be Dean's newest playmate."

Castiel frowned slightly, debating whether to correct her or let it go, as a joke. "I'm Castiel."

"That's quite a name." The speaker was Andrea Kormos, a dark-skinned girl with striking features, who sat opposite Benny. Benny's girlfriend, he recognised. "I'm Andrea."

Castiel nodded. "Ca-"

"Castiel." A voice cut in, and Castiel recognised the redhead with bright eyes but a drawn thin-lipped smile as Anna, sitting to the right of Jo, who was taken up with her food at the moment. "You needn't repeat it to every one of us. We've got ears, you know."

"Hey, Anna, stop being mean," Benny immediately retorted. He turned a slightly-taken-aback Castiel towards himself. "Listen, man, Anna is not always that bad. But," he lowered his voice. "She's always hostile to Dean's gi- boyfriends. Dean kinda slept with her last year after a party, but it meant more to her than to him." Castiel scrunched his nose into a deeper frown. "He did..what?"

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