#Gil likes silver because it matched his scales

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I just have the hilarious image of Dragon!Gil-galad being both very easy and extremely hard to bribe

Like yes, because he is a secretly a dragon and still has draconic tendencies, you could just give him some jewelry if you need him to do something.

EXCEPT

He is a very picky dragon/elf. He will not just accept any random jewelry you give him. He has STANDARDS. What does he look like, some sad little bard who will play a ditty for you with a single flick of your coin?! The audacity! Get out of his sight and don’t bother trying to do it again!

Gil is/was a silver dragon, the only one of his kind, and boy, was he proud of it. And because he is now scaleless, he has to make up for the loss with jewelry and hair ornaments. Luckily for him, he ended up with he most extravagant group of elves who like creating things. Even better for him, he became friends with one of the best jewel smiths and frequently gets very beautiful presents from him. 

Unfortunately for everyone else, that means you gotta find a way to gift Gil with jewelry better than Celebrimbor’s. And Celebrimbor plays to win. Good luck.

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Soulmate au! Countdown - Harry Hook x Reader -oneshot

soulmate au idea sent in by Anonymous 

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Everyone in the world was born with a watch, not on their wrists or anywhere attached to them, just a simple watch that would appear when a new soul was born into the world. Doctors would blink, and suddenly, next to the new babe, was a watch.

A watch that had a set date of years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds until the new soul would meet their soulmate, the one destined to love them forever.

Some watches were simple ones, a simple leather band with a plain clock attached to go around their wrist. Some got more…exotic clocks, one person, whose soulmate was an astrologist, watch had planets instead of hands to tell the time.(luckily for the person, who didn’t know how to read the time by looking at planets, there was still a small digital timer in the middle just above the sun) some had intricately carved pocket watches, some had sundials.

Prince Ben’s watch had confused some people, being a pure gold and silver watch, rusted slightly (and unable to be buffed to perfection as so many tried) with a horned dragon decorating the top, the back engraved with thorned vines. It wasn’t till years later, as Ben locked eyes with Mal, the daughter of Maleficent, did the watches ticking stop (small A/N; Ben and Audrey don’t date since they know they aren’t meant to be already. Okay let's get back into it!)

Audrey’s watch hung off a silver necklace, the top cover being diamond-like glass that seemed to shine like magic. Her watch had stopped when she met Chad at only six months old, his rose gold wristwatch stopping at the same time.

Doug's watch, a gorgeous gold-plated pocket watch decorated with heart-shaped red rubies, had stopped when he first locked eyes with Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, who for a small while had denied that her own watch had stopped ticking, and had only admitted it after she and her friends had proclaimed their decision to turn their backs on their parent's evil ways.

Most people your age had met their soulmate already, you knew some who had yet to meet theirs but mostly everyone had already been found.

Not that you personally knew that.

You hardly talked to anyone really, so how were you to know if someone had found their soulmate yet or not.

You were just a regular person in a school of the descendants of heroes and royalty, a loner at that. The only interesting about you was your watch.

It was a gorgeous gold watch with thin black paint under the gold curved detailing that looked like waves, surrounding the outer rim of the cover, with an anchor and a ship's steering wheel in the middle of the cover, the back was a carved compass, the entire thing connected to a strong bronze chain.

You admired it every day, excitement and anxiety running through you as every second passed. And those feelings were amplified recently.

The clock now read seven days, seven hours, eight minutes, and forty seconds. It was only that until you met your soulmate.

You only hoped they wouldn’t think you weren’t worth their time…as everyone else did.

-

Harry had been born with a pretty plain-looking pocket watch, smooth and silver metal protecting the gears.

You could imagine the surprise he felt when he finally opened it for the first time. The inner works of his watch were beautiful, the silver metal had turned to gold, curving details surrounded the hands and timer, a shining scale texture covered the inside of the cover, never leaving a residue on his finger when he traced it.

Many villain kids were told to never open their watches, being told that it was pointless to even look since they would never need their soulmate in the first place.

Some obeyed, some, like Harry, had gotten too curious and looked anyway, and some just looked because they could.

And Harry couldn't say he regretted looking, every day he grabbed his watch and popped it open, smiling as the ticking hands signified the ever-coming day of meeting his soulmate.

Like now, it read seven days, five hours, three minutes, and seven seconds. Coincidently, it matched the same day he would be going to Auradon prep, seven months after king Ben had invited the original four to Auradon.

His closest friend, Uma, had a plan to get the wand and do what the original four couldn’t. but Harry had another plan.

He wanted to meet his soulmate, he knew they couldn’t have been on the isle, he had met basically everyone on the isle, there was no other explanation than for his soulmate to be in Auradon.

He looked up from his watch to gaze at the bright lights of Auradon, his breath visible as he let out a sigh and leaned against the rails of the lost revenge. “you ready for next week?” he suppressed a flinch as Uma suddenly appeared next to him, joining him to look at  Auradon.

“aye” he simply muttered back, clenching his pocket watch in his hand. He looked away slightly as Uma turned towards him, her brow quirked.

“…you want to find them, don’t you?” Uma asked, turning back to Auradon and resting her chin in her hand.

Harry stayed silent.

Uma reached out and squeezed Harry's shoulder “I won't stop you from doing that, I know our parents told us that soulmates are bullshit but I could give less of a fuck, if you decide not to go through with everything because of them, I’ll leave you two alone…” Harry sighed in slight relief and turned to Uma.

“even if it would ruin yer plans?” Harry asked softly, laughing as Uma grumbled a bit.

“yeah yeah…if you’re happy im happy” Harry tossed his arm over Uma’s shoulder and pulled her into his side, grinning as she quietly complained at the hug.

“Thank yeh Uma” he whispered, closing his eyes as Uma sighed against him and hugged him back.

“you’re my best friend Harry, I would do anything for you” Harry smiled against her hair, squeezing her shoulder a bit before letting her go as she started to bat at his chest “Alright alright that’s enough, come on we got night shit to do” Harry snorted and shook his head a bit, grabbing his hat from the milk crate next to him and flipping it on, whistling slightly as he followed Uma off the ship.

-

You looked up from your summer history essay as a group of girls rushed up to the window, giggling to themselves as they pointed out whatever it was they were talking about.

‘oh right’ you mentally sighed, closing your book and packing it away, knowing that the study hall you were in was going to be filled with the laughter of these girls for who knows how long ‘the new vks’

You spared a glance back at the girls, sighing wistfully to yourself as they smiled amongst each other.

What you would give to have friends like that, but you had always been closed in on yourself and always froze up when someone tried to talk to you, that you had never gotten the chance to make friends.

You shrugged your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the study hall “where to go now” you whispered to yourself, taking out your pocket watch and smiling slightly at it, rubbing your thumb against the wheel before popping it open.

Six hours, forty-five minutes, and seven seconds.

You would meet your soulmate today.

You closed the watch and held it against your chest, letting out a giggly sigh and walking towards the other end of the dorms to get to the other study hall so you would write your essay in peace.

Behind you, you heard king Ben talking, taking a glance back you saw a flash of a scarlet red coat pass by the entrance to the hallway you had just entered. You brushed it off and looked back in front of you.

-

One and a half hours, ten minutes, and forty seconds.

Harry stared anxiously at his watch, his foot tapping rapidly against the floor of his new room. “you know if you just sit and stare at that thing it's not going to go any faster” Gil offered, setting his new laptop down and sitting next to Harry, reaching out to close the watch.

Harry blinked back into reality, pouting at Gil slightly. Gil just gave him a look and pushed the watch towards Harry's chest “sitting in here won't help you find them either, go explore or something, you might find them easier” Harry huffed and grabbed his watch, sticking it in his pocket and walking out of the room “you’ll thank me later!”

-

You groaned a bit as you rolled your shoulders, you had finished your essay, along with a handful of other projects, and had decided you needed a break. So it was off to your “secret” spot near the dorms, it was well hidden by the forest and you had to cross a hanging bridge to get to it so hardly anyone knew about it.

You shrugged off your top and pants, kicking off your shoes and setting everything next to your towel and watch before diving in.

Underneath the water your body shimmered, your legs turning to a transitioning (f/c) and (f/c) tail with a strong fabric-like tail, scales the same color as your tail appeared next to your eyes and trailed down your cheeks, your shoulders being covered as well.

You let out a soft sigh as you swam through the clear water, trailing your fingers across the smooth rocks that lay at the bottom of the lake.

You picked up a particularly shiny clear and black one, swimming back up to the surface and examining it, humming to yourself as you waded through the water.

-There once was a ship that put to sea/ And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea/ The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down/ Blow my bully boys blow-

You started to sing one of your favorite sea shanties aloud, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift across the surface of the lake as your voice echoed around you.

- Soon may the Wellerman come/ To bring us sugar and tea and rum/ One day, when the tonguing' is done/ We'll take our leave and go-

-

Harry sighed quietly as he walked around the grounds of Auradon prep, tubbing his thumb against the smooth metal of his watch as the comforting -tick tock- of its gears rang in his ears.

He sighed again as he stopped in the middle of a pathway, running his hand through his messy hair. He pulled out the watch and quirked his brow.

three minutes, forty seconds.

Suddenly something caught his attention, he turned his head towards the forest, his lips separating as a lovely drifted towards him.

He started walking towards it, entering into the forest and pushing past the bushes that covered the main path. He quickly walked over the hanging bridge that led him directly to a sparkly crystal-clear lake.

And wading in the water of that lake was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen or heard.

- No line was cut, no whale was freed/ An' the captain's mind was not on greed/ But he belonged to the Whaleman's creed/ She took that ship in tow -

As he walked closer to the mermaid, he didn’t notice the timer on the watch tick down to the seconds.

3…2...1.

Suddenly the mermaid looked up from their rock and gasped, her glowing (e/c) eyes locking with his ocean blue.

The ticking stopped.

The mermaid squealed in embarrassment and ducked under the water, Harry quickly snapped out of his stupor and ran towards the edge of the lake, kneeling at it and looking around for the mermaid who had suddenly disappeared. “where did yeh go?” he whispered, yelping and falling back on his butt as the mermaid suddenly popped up in front of his face and tried to reach for her items behind Harry.

He watched her struggle to reach toward them before she groaned and flopped on the ground, her top half lying pitifully on the dry ground as her tail angrily hit the surface of the water.

Harry let out a soft chuckle and looked behind him, spotting a gold pocket watch resting just next to a (f/c) towel, he glanced back at the mermaid for a moment before reaching out for the watch and gently handing it to the mermaid.

She quickly popped it open and gasped.

Harry watched as the mermaid just stared at her watch, then slowly look up at him. He took out his watch and popped it open, stopping as he realized the clock had stopped.

00:00:00:00:00:00 blinked rapidly

Harry looked back at the mermaid and turned his watch towards her. She reached out slightly, looking at him for permission to take it.

He pushed it into her hand and she set it next to her watch, a smile growing on her face as the blinking of the timers synchronized perfectly. Only soulmate watches could sync perfectly as they did.

She looked back up at Harry with a wide grin, Harry's heart fluttering like crazy as she did.

“I found you” she whispered in the most melodic voice, squeaking a bit as Harry stood and started to strip out of his clothes “what are you doing?!” she yelled, pushing off the edge and diving down under the water a bit, only her eyes and the top of her head above the water.

“joinin’ yeh,” Harry responded simply, kicking off his shoes and pants and tossing them aside with his shirt, jacket, and belts.

Once he was down to just his underwear, he jumped into the water next to his soulmate, closing his eyes as he sank into the surprisingly deep lake.

Almost immediately after he jumped in, arms wrapped around his waist and kept him afloat. Harry cracked open his eyes to see the glowing ones of his soulmate, their pupils slanted as they stared back at him.

Harry let a smile grow on his lips as he and his soulmate floated under the water. Then Harry's body proceeded to realize he was underwater and that he needed air.

His soulmate watched him look up, realize what he was doing, and grabbed his face. Harry looked at them and let out a muffled squeak as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

He snapped his eyes shut and felt his face burn with a blush as she licked his lips and opened his mouth, breathing into him.

She pulled back and giggled, which oddly wasn’t muffled. Harry opened one of his eyes and pouted slightly as his soulmate covered her mouth with one of her hands as she laughed at his expression.

He took a breath to say something, but then realized he was breathing underwater. He gave her a wide-eyed look and she giggled again.

“mermaid kisses can let the person breath and speak underwater” her voice purred, grabbing his hands and pulling him up to the surface. Harry shook his head, smirking as his soulmate squealed a bit as the water droplets hit her.

“I’m Harry” Harry spoke first, swimming slightly closer to his soulmate and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek “Harry Hook.”

“(y-y/n) (l/n)” she squeaked slightly, Harry smirking at the heat that burned against his lips as he pressed another kiss to her cheek.

“I think” he pulled back and pressed a kiss to her other cheek “you and I are going to get along very well~” he purred, grinning as (y/n) set her forehead against his.

“whys that?” she hummed, pushing her lips together as Harry tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him.

“a pirate and a mermaid? What's a better match than tha’?”

-end-

Short but sweet, might do another one of the suggestions! Thanks for reading!

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Girl Genius Liveblog #146

UPDATE 146: In Case You Forgot They are Rivals

Last time our resident Knight of Jove broke into future seneschal Vanamonde’s house, demanding for him to ring the Doom Bell so a rumored large treasure is revealed. I admit I’m rather curious what this so-called secret is all about!

But before that, an announcement from Kaja and Phil Foglio, who had won the Hugo prize once again. Wow, it feels like it was yesterday they had posted an acceptance speech. A whole year went by during this archival read? Congratulations to the authors, to Cheyenne Wright and to Alice Bentley, Carol Monahan and Rose Johnson. Here’s to another year of Girl Genius!

Girl Genius, Volume 9: Agatha Heterodyne and the Heirs of the Storm...alright, that was two volumes ago. Time sure flies! I see the Foglios still had their mantle as cluttered as last time. But enough of me criticizing anyone’s tidiness or lack of tidiness because that’s none of my concern, the story continues now.

Apparently the bell needs some repairing. As some may have guessed, where there are rumors of untold riches and outrageous amounts of gold, there’ll be treasure hunters, and this was no different. After so many treasure hunters, they took off the hammer that rings the bell, awaiting for the moment the Heterodyne returns. Looks like Oublenmach is going to have to wait, this could be a chance to stall, although that’d be dangerous. This guy isn’t kidding at all.

A bar? Mamma Gkika’s bar, perhaps? I’m not sure if that’s really good or really bad, if so.

Back in Castle Heterodyne, the repairs continue. It didn’t take long to get the Castle to have control of this area, so that’s progress. Its first action...is to set the place on fire again. It was supposed to be on fire. Apparently this is part of the heating system. Hah!

No surprise there. What I wonder is how much of these traits Agatha inherited. She has done some impressive stuff before! But nothing on a grand-scale like the whole town, or as unnecessary as...many of the stuff so far found here in the Castle. I can’t wait for the moment Agatha finally has time to be by herself and work on whatever she wants to work. Whatever she makes is likely to be impressive.

Brooding time with Tarvek Sturmvoraus. While Agatha is doing whatever she’s doing now, he goes to a corner to sit and frown. Gil isn’t being exactly a sympathetic ear, prodding Tarvek with barbs. Not the time to antagonize him, Gil.

I’m not sure if these are somewhat useful or absolutely terrible rules to live by. I suppose that they work well enough for Wulfenbach and his objective of keeping the whole empire under the rule of his iron fist and his Silver Surfer-faced blimp.

Tarvek doesn’t even have time to finish the sentence before Violetta comes to give the hourly dose of physical punishment to Tarvek, trying to punch him in the gut, but this time, well...he’s prepared. He put an iron plate there.

So Tarvek was letting himself be beaten up by Violetta, all for the sake of making himself look less dangerous than he actually is? That’s…that makes sense. Tarvek isn’t defenseless in a fight, I already kind of saw that. It’s true enemies would be able to give a few good hits, but he’s not someone who just stands there and lets himself be pummeled, he can move fast enough. This is faster than I expected, though. Now that you showed what you’re capable of, Tarvek, you better not get your ass kicked during the next fight.

If he’s not careful, the next fight is going to be against Gil. He’s immediately accusing him of planning something. That’s what happens when you’re in the vicinity of people who have to be scheming and planning all the time: you never know what they’re thinking. Paranoia, hooray!

I’m pretty sure being weasely is a requirement to be a spark and an heir to anything in this world. I wouldn’t be surprised if Agatha starts behaving like that after a while. Also, because it has been a few hours without threatening to kill your rival, Tarvek threatens him with death if he betrays Agatha. I recommend you listen to him, Gil, you saw what he was doing with the last person that tried to hurt Agatha.

Watching Tarvek and Gil interact is like watching a ping-pong match. One moment one has the upper-hand, next the other has it. Sometimes it’s accompanied by shit-eating grins. Kinda reminds me of my college days.

It’s nice to see Gil is self-aware enough to know every time Agatha looks in his direction, he’s making himself look bad – but that’s because he chooses to grab Tarvek with awful timing. Also, getting eaten by a plant can’t have been attractive either. This doesn’t stop him from warning Tarvek he is more than capable to scheme and play games, and that even in them he’ll be much better than Tarvek. You know, I can’t say I feel sure who’d win. Knowing them, one of them won’t stay as the clear winner for long. It’ll bounce back and forth, just like Tarvek’s alignment used to do like six volumes ago.

I think I have time for one scene more. The Great Hospital of Mechanicsburg! And Phil Foglio is here, with the character that represents him. He is telling a story, with unfortunate results, because I doubt the intention was to get everyone to sleep and, hm, he smells. Hah! Way to treat your own character, Phil Foglio, that’s charming. But yeah, this guy is summoned to the Baron’s room to get him to sleep with a boring story.

I...can’t...say I think he doesn’t have mind powers. He’s the kind of guy that has an ace up his sleeve all the time, who knows, maybe he actually can kill with the power of his mind.

Since this guy is here, the Baron requests to hear all about the rumors currently told in Mechanisburg. Apparently nobody knows about Zola’s departure, they’re all waiting to see who is the real Heterodyne. Perhaps waiting for the moment the Doom Bell is rung? There are also rumors about Wulfenbach’s involvement.

Oh boy, those are a lot of rumors. Let’s see, let’s see...may as well mark how plausible they are! Here I go: plausible, plausible, hell no, plausible, ew, I admit that’s a kind of plausible theory, plausible, hell no, definitely, HELL NO, no way, bullseye, uh...plausible enough, kinda maybe I can see where that rumor about bankrolling one of the girls comes from...

Next panel: he’s bankrolling both of the Heterodyne girls...no, bad rumor. You want them to fight...if it’s convenient then sure, plausible. The winner will marry your son O-kay, the rumor mill sure is working hard! I doubt that’d be plausible You really like waffles Plausible. Do you, Wulfenbach? Do you like waffles that much?

The mood in the town is tense, they’re all waiting for the next development, like sitting on a barrel of dynamite. What happens should depend on how the Heterodyne stuff ends, and if the Baron attacks.

Since the storyteller is here, may as well hear a story, and certainly not the one about a duck that walks into a bar. Wulfenbach wants to hear a story about the Storm King. Sounds like it could be relevant. Also, Tarvek seducing the thousand wives of the moon is kind of a funny mental picture, because it doesn’t fit Tarvek at all, haha!

Huh. Okay, I think I can trust Wulfenbach’s telling of the story. He doesn’t seem to me the type that’d tell a biased story, and even if he was, I don’t think he’d be biased against a specific side. This should be rather interesting! But that’ll be for next time.

Next update: next time

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silver splendour fashion ask

so silver splendour ch. whatever i’m on is about 50% written except i realized i’ve literally only had a bagel egg sandwich to eat today and took a dinner break.

while taking the dinner break i got started answering an ask i got privately about clothing and costuming in this world, and because i’m terrible at descriptions and because i haven’t figured out how i wanna handle the next little bit of this chapter, i thought i might as well give it a go in a post.

full disclosure before i do so: i’ve been somewhat worried about about the horrific pitfall of relying on oriental themes to convey a place as exotic, especially in regards to shen-osheth and the south, but also to a certain degree with hasetsuil in the east as well.

i hope i’ve avoided this in the world-building of the fic but i’d be lying if i said that these places weren’t based on or enriched by a) my own travels b) my desire to craft cities that are in some ways acknowledgements of the backgrounds of the canon characters who inhabit them

hasetsuil: hasetsu as it is in the show + kyoto, japan + some rotorua, new zealand

vaux romandith: lake balaton, hungary + my bad and probably inaccurate idea of what geneva might be like + the pacific northwest redwoods + entirely too many elf stories with treehouses

mosciren: park city, utah in its physiology; edinburgh in its vibe (ancient city with giant castle); but inspired architecturally by cordoba

a’ve palmera: the american southwest, especially new mexico heading into arizona (red rocks, high mesas); the canyon referenced in ch. 1 is similar to the grand canyon for size and scale and a’ve palmera is not particularly far from it

shen osheth: a weird combination of shanghai (for how cosmopolitan it is and how much trade happens there) and venice (canals, canals galore); the architecture though references elements more commonly found in polynesia 

ast petyriel: the evergreen forests of the rockies + they have all that wood, so ...

there’s sort of a logical consequence of all this that makes hasetsuil and shen-osheth the more “oriental” places to a western reader, and i wanted to say all that because i’m conscious that it might have landed me in a pickle where i’ve oversimplified somehow and created this unintentional “east meets west” vibe between the four main kingdoms of the story. hopefully that doesn’t offend too terribly; it was both deliberate and ... not deliberate. gosh i started this post trying to talk about clothes. let’s do that real quick

starting with

the northerners!

these people are snobs. they dress to impose. here’s an example for lilia, except sans hood probably, and i think what her leathers would look like if she was going to bother with armor (spoilers she never does). yakov’s the only one in the story who i think does wear metal armor and it’s specifically because his magic can make it so easy to wear and so light that he’s probably considered the most amazing smith/architect in all four realms. it would look a lot like thranduil’s leathers from the hobbit, regardless, except instead of feathers there’s probably some falling leaves (a reference to lilia) or bear motifs. this means his sons wear some pretty intricate stuff and also that viktor’s going to give yuuri a heart attack that he can’t actually die from someday by doing an all out thranduil on the throne. northern colors are black, silver, and various gemtone shades. viktor prefers blue and silver; yuri tends to dress in monochrome; lilia wears lots of emerald green; yakov wears metallics; mila wears ruby colored stuff and georgi’s in purple because i said so.  lilia is super into weaving and embroidery so they do both of those things better than anyone really. this plays out in the cloaks thing for vitya + yuri. northerners also like jewelry and smithing more than some of the other kingdoms do thanks to yakov’s metal influences.  the easterlings! the easterlings tend to wear robes and their clothes are softer and more comfortable than any of the other four kingdoms. here’s an example for minako and something for yuuri. i think most easterlings favor springtime colors; pastels and greens, but yuuri definitely hates drawing attention to himself and tends to wear things that are more muted (and stands out as a result whenever he’s at minako’s school because everyone else is fine with it). flower motifs abound everywhere though. and they likely have a whole language of flowers in terms of what different ones mean and what people like, etc. these are probably painted or dyed generally and sometimes embroidered so they have a softer, gentler effect than what the northerners wear.  they’re terrifically good at braids and folds and draping. the southrons! the southrons have the trade capitol of the whole story so they can wear literally anything, but their attire is definitely more influenced by han fu; here’s an example for guang hong in full regalia. also, when festivals are on they headdress it up better than anyone in the rest of the universe even though the northerners probably frown on this because all of the actual crowns of the rulers are variations on a circlet, something very simple and actually rather plain. their colors are the boldest and most vibrant of any of the kingdoms: strong reds and yellows and summertime brights. tl;dr yakov never approves of them or their nonsense but they’re more creative and more willing to experiment than any of the other kingdoms, fashion-wise, as a general rule, and shen-osheth has so many different cultures mingling all the time that you can really see just about anything there. the westerners! they’re the practical athletes of the bunch; see jj for example or a couple different links for women. they’re really good at making and molding leathers, and they get a lot of cotton, linen, and wool from the farms / sheep / etc. they tend to blend in with the woods more, lots of greens and browns and harvest colors.  christophe bucks this trend and wears whatever the fuck he wants because he’s christophe. due to his upbringing he got a more cosmopolitan education and so he borrows from the other cultures depending on his mood and can be a little chameleon in that way. bonus: banshees! most of the ban side live in the central zone between the four kingdoms, an area that gets intermittently referred to as the wilds (think marshes), the ranges (think mesas), the desert we’ve already seen, or the canyon. these are more inhospitable places and they’re usually traveling nomads so when you see a ranger in particular (because they patrol and provide safety for the people living in these areas) they always look packed up and ready to go anywhere. that being said they have customs of their own and probably get the most avant garde when it comes to dressing for rituals; seung-gil’s mom, for example, might have once worn something like this and i have no issues whatsoever visualizing otabek wearing a crazy and rather useless scarf. they always dress for camoflauge so their clothes will typically match their environment; otabek however has been wearing black ever since he left and went to go work for yakov as a guard (which is partly a northern thing and partly otabek being an intimidating shadow person thing) ban side paint their faces sometimes for festivals when they’re traveling with their own people, and for battles, too. they’re also the only ones who do tattoos. did this help? idk. break’s over.    

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Part of your world - Harry Hook x reader - part 13 - push

a rewrite of ​the x reader that @bluediamondsevie wrote for me

 summary: a who doesn’t love the Disney World, well, (y/n) especially loves descendants, and one day, as she dances in her kitchen getting ready to head out. 17-year-old (y/n) becomes part of that world, now a certain blue-eyed pirate meets the girl from a world where he is a fictional character and he has an actor named Thomas Doherty.

  Key:

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 your stuff

 ---

The next morning when you woke up Harry was still asleep, and you took the chance to get dressed and leave before he could try to talk to you.

Just as you were leaving the room, you heard Harry's voice from behind you, “lassie wait I wanna-“ you ignored him, closing the door behind you and speedwalking off the ship and rushing over to the chip shop, stopping by Uma, asking if she had any jobs for you to do today, she rose a brow, thinking that today was Harry’s pay route, and you usually went with him, she had a feeling that your weird behavior was because of the reveal yesterday.

She gave you a job of collecting the depts of the more dangerous villains, so you hurried to leave, Harry catching you at the entrance, “hey lass, ready teh rob some people tehday~?” you pushed past him, Harry's brows furrowed in confusion, what did he do?!

He turned to the crew, they all shrugged, they were just as confused, you and Harry had been basically attached at the hip for the past two and a half months. And now all of a sudden you were ignoring him?

What the hell? Harry felt his eyes burn and quickly ducked his head down and made his way to the table, the crew looking at him with sympathy, they knew how to harry felt about you, and now you were acting as if he didn’t exist, that had to hurt, Uma dropped a tray in front of Harry, but he pushed it away and hid his face in his arms, folding them on the table and let silent tears run down his face. Uma sighed and pat his back, rushing back to the kitchen to deliver orders.

‘(y/n)’ Uma thought ‘what the hell are you doing’

She looked back at Harry, whos shoulders started to shake slightly, Gil rubbing his back.

‘you said you didn’t want to hurt Harry but,’ Uma shook her head, grabbing two trays and making her way to the costumers ‘that’s exactly what you’re doing’

---

You exited Shaun yu’s bunker, money clutched in your hand, and scaled the wall, landing on the roof and lept across the buildings, landing on a largely abandoned warehouse, sitting at the edge, you sat there in silence for a minute, before pain began rising in your chest, you dry heave, jolting forward, gasping for air, hot tears running down your face.

You didn’t want to push Harry away, but if it meant that he would hurt less when you inevitably left this world, you would do it, even if it meant killing your heart in the process.

Sobs racked your chest, you clutched the cracked ruby necklace Harry had stolen for you, you remember the day he presented to you

--

You sat on your bed, sketching Uma, surrounded by the sea, the water bending to her will, calm but fierce, beautiful but dangerous. Just like her. You were lining the features of her face when the door slammed open, Harry grinning at you, you smiled and set the sketch aside, raising an eyebrow at the obviously exited Scottish pirate boy.

“whats got you so happy hooky~?” he grinned sheepishly at the nickname, walking through the doorframe ad closing the door with his foot, fishing something out of his pocket,

“I saw’ somthin’ tha’ reminded me of ye’ so I snatched it” he grasped your hand and placed a shining ruby necklace in your palm, your eyes sparkled at it, making harry snicker, goddamit why were you so goddamn cute!

“Oh Harry!” you squealed, holding it up in the light, it reflected the light and it shone brightly in the room “I love it~!! Help me put it on!!”

Harry grinned and nodded, happy that you liked his gift, you handed him the necklace and turned, (if you have long hair, you hold it out of the way, if its short, you just stand there,) Harry clasped the silver chain around your smooth (s/c) neck, you giggled at Harrys touch, he laughed with you, patting your shoulders to let you know he finished, you turned and looked down at the gem, squealing you lunged forward and hugged Harry, his arms wrapping around you securely, burying his face in your hair.

“thank you harry~! I love it!”

“glad ye do lassie”

“im going to go show it to Uma!”

Harry snickered and let you go, he watched to run off to Uma’s cabin with a soft smile, what you didn’t know is that Harry didn’t steal the necklace, he saw it at a jewel shop and had asked what the ruby represented, the owner had said that red represented passion and love, Harry thought it was perfect and had snatched the jewel and left $50, the owner didn’t even blink, collecting the money and smiling at Harry's receding back, ahh young love, it could make the cruelest person turn over a new leaf.

---

You couldn’t breathe, your heart breaking with every memory of harry flooding through your mind, dear god, you never thought you’d feel like this for a fictional character, but the feelings were there, and you were scared of them, you and Harry were never supposed to meet, he was never supposed to even know your name. you weren’t supposed to meet the character, just the actor.

You were just a girl who had landed in a world where you weren’t supposed to exist.

you weren't supposed to fall in love with Harry Hook.

For the next hour, you sat there, crying your heart out, when the hour was up, you took a deep breath, wiping your eyes, when you finally composed your self, you saw the barrier shiver and flash green.

Uh oh, you knew what that meant.

Mal was here.

You sat there for a few more minutes, before hearing the rumble of a motor, you lept up and looked over the edge, seeing mal, blonde hair and everything, chuck a rock at a sign and enter the building you were sitting on top of.

Oh, well then, time to go, time to leave, bye bye core four hideout! You ran and jumped, landing on the shorter building next to the hideout. And raced back to the ship, shit was about to go down.

---three months ago on Auradon---

Fairy Godmother stood in front of the core four and ben, she clapped her hands together and looked at them with a serious face. The five straightened, no messing around when FG is this serious.

“I have called you here to tell you all of a situation, a dimensional portal opened yesterday and I can not locate the thing or person that has entered this world” Mal rose her hand, confused, FG nodded and Mal stepped forward

“what do you mean, dimensional portal? And entered our world?”

FG nodded and spoke; “yes, we are only one of many worlds, for instance, there is another world where the evil queen created a world with no magic, and the daughter of snow white and prince charming saved that world and the villains soon became heroes. But the being that landed in our world is not from that world, but a world where we are nothing but characters on a tv screen.”

FG waved her hand, and a picture of a girl appeared, FG handed it to mal and she and her friends examined the photo.

It was a girl with (s/c) skin, (h/l) (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and (round/sharp/square) face.

“if you ever find this girl, bring her immediately to me, she needs to be sent home as soon as possible.”

--present mal POV—

Mal heard footsteps on the roof and looked to the side where they stopped, seeing an (h/c) girl jumping from the roof of her hideout to the building next to it, Mal squinted, the girl slightly turned and showed her face, and mals memory flashed, and she hurriedly fished the photo of the girl out from her pocket, it matched exactly, Mal smirked at the girls receding back.

‘found you’.

--end of part 13—

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