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ladykailitha · 2 months ago

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Around the World Part 4

Hello! And we're back with this lovely story and we have finally made it out of Utah.

In this we have an encounter of the voodoo kind, Robin wins over two teenaged boys, and Chrissy realizes she hadn't been doing her job as cover for the boys very well.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

They continued their little haunted tour. Kooky curio shops, haunted mind shafts, Big Foot sighting locations, Moth Man hunted in Chicago as well as the OG in Virginia. They stayed at spooky inns and visited weird museums. They went to the French Quarter in New Orleans and had their fortunes read by a Voodoo priest. And even went on a river tour to see alligators.

The fortune teller’s shop was amazing. Everything they hoped they would get from a quirky little shop in the French Quarter. They didn’t care that it was probably mostly for show and tourists.

The shopkeeper was a thin, black man with tattoos all over his body. He had dark brown eyes that were almost the same color as the pupil, but they had a merry glint tot them Eddie was instantly charmed by.

“Welcome to my shop,” he purred when they first entered. “What can I get you fine folks? A good luck charm for the long haired gentleman? A love potion for the pretty lady? A curse for the red-head? Or maybe even your fortunes told...” And while Steve wasn’t referenced in the last pitch, he looked straight at him when he said it.

“Does the curse need to be for anyone in particular,” Chrissy asked, “or can I have one on standby for the next time a man calls me ‘little lady’?”

The shopkeeper chuckled. “Must have a bit of the person in question to curse them, I’m afraid, but can I interest you in an antique hat pin? It’s what ladies used to do in the old times to deter such men.”

“Sold!” Chrissy laughed. “Show me what you’ve got.”

And he did had three or four beautiful long and sharp hatpins. She picked the one with the emerald and sterling silver pin. She probably paid more than she should have, but she really didn’t care, it was beautiful.

Robin pointed to the painted rat skull behind him. “How much for that?”

“The pretty lady has a discerning eye.” He pulled the skull off the shelf and showed it to her.

She picked it up and turned it around. “I’ll buy it,” she said firmly.

He smiled at her and wrung her up, too.

“And what about you two fine gentlemen?” he asked Steve and Eddie. “What can a humble shopkeeper do for you?”

“Actually,” Eddie said with a grin, “could do all our fortunes?”

The shopkeeper smiled. “But of course, I’ll even throw in a nice group special for you all buying something from me first. $35 for all of you, payment first please.”

Steve smirked. He had a pretty good idea that tourists would come in ask for their fortune, get pissed off at the results and refuse to pay.

“We’ll start with the very pretty lady,” he said after grabbing a medium sized velvet bag. He emptied the bag out of the counter that had raised sides to prevent the pieces from tumbling to the floor. There were small bones, coins, and gem stones that now littered the surface.

“Love is in the cards for you, pretty lady,” he said with a grin. “You know where to find it, just reach out and grab it. It’s okay to be different person to different people, but trust those you love with you true self and sky is your limit.”

Robin blushed and murmured her thank yous. He looked up at Eddie next. He pushed all the items back into the bag and gave it a good shake, concentrating on Eddie as he poured out the bag once again.

“This trip you are on is more about self-discovery then you want to let on,” the shopkeeper said slyly. “You want to appear cool and collected all the time, but you don’t have to be. There is nothing wrong with being you. Be the child you never got to be.”

Eddie blushed and ducked his head. He wished he could shove a locket of hair in front of his face, but he had learned early on in his career that his best disguise was pulling his hair out of his face. And of course he steered clear of metal chains, black denim, and leather jackets.

He then turned to Chrissy after dumping out the bag a third time. “You are strong and powerful. A good friend and a better boss. But you spend too much time on the job. You’re worried that either it will have burned down without you or worked too well in your absence and won’t need you anymore. Learn to let go and be the better friend. Also your love life will flourish too.”

Then he turned to Steve. He cocked his head to the side and looked him a few moments before he shook out the bag for a final time. He leaned over what Steve thought was just an comprehensible mess. He looked back up at Steve warily and then kind of leaned back.

“You are one very complicated fellow,” the shopkeeper said giving Steve the side eye. “Your soul is split in two, but it’s a clean split. You like having two lives. You like the comfort and security of being yourself and someone else.” He pointed to Eddie. “This one could learn a thing or two about being himself from you, it’s that clean.”

He touched a bone and cocked his head the other direction. “One day you will see that to truly be happy you must reunite the two pieces, but for now, enjoy the split.”

Steve smirked. “I plan on it.”

The shopkeeper watched him for a moment before turning back to his fortune. “What you seek from this journey is closer than you think and not what you thought it would be. You thought it was about being free, but you are already free. This journey is about learning.”

“Anything else?” Steve asked. “I seem to be getting a longer reading than my friends.”

“Because these three are but shallow ponds compared to you,” the shopkeeper said wryly. “Everyone else is an easy read. But also they fit together. It’s like sticking your hand in a bag expecting all rubies and pulling out a diamond and three rubies. They weigh the same, but they are not worth the same.”

He started putting the detritus back in the bag. “The thing that is most interesting, is that your friends here would agree with me that you are the diamond. But you would not.”

Steve’s jaw dropped and he tilted his head forward in shock. “Come again?”

“You think of yourself a dross,” the shopkeeper said with a smirk. “You think that given the chance everyone you know would pick someone else, someone better if they came along. You think they’re settling. For shame.”

Steve’s lip began to quiver.

“Shame on you for thinking so little of the people you love,” the shopkeeper admonished. He turned around and rummaged around for something. He turned around and held out a small flannel bag. “There are many names for this, but the one you would recognize is a mojo bag. Keep it in your right pocket and every time you feel like you don’t deserve them, reach into your pocket and it will remind you of the opposite.”

Steve took it bashfully as Eddie leapt forward to talk about some of the weirder aspects of the shop, like the chicken feet and what all the bones were for, to give Steve a moment to compose himself.

Steve looked down at the bag in his hand, thumb rubbing over the soft material. Even if he didn’t believe he was worth keeping, what right did have to think that his friends were horrible people? Because he knew they weren’t.

So if they weren’t bad people, then maybe they did want to hang out with him for him, not in spite of him.

He pulled out his wallet and grabbed a twenty, shoving it into the tip jar. The shopkeeper noticed, but just smiled and shook his head. The advice had been for free, but he would take that tip in good faith.

When they left, their prizes in hand, Steve felt a strange wind send a shiver down his spine. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at the shop behind them. But it was gone. All that was there was a ramshackle building that looked on the verge of falling apart.

But there in the doorway the thin shopkeeper stood. But gone were the vestiges of the Voodoo priest. He wore a smart suit and top hat.

He tipped the hat at Steve with a jaunty wink and then he was gone and so was the strange wind.

“Hey, Steve,” Robin called, “you coming?”

Steve shook off the strange feeling and hurried to catch up with his friends. “Keep you’re shorts on, I’m coming!”

If it was was wild, crazy, or just plain silly like the giant clothespin by Claes Oldenburg in Philly while they were there in Pennsylvania for the HH Holmes gravemarker in Yeadon.

They were just having a blast running through the country having fun and doing silly things. Steve was documenting it all on social media, always making sure to tag a place after they left so fans would leave Eddie alone.

The strangest place they found a fan of Eddie’s was definitely the Lizzy Borden B&B.

Eddie had come out of his hotel room and hadn’t had a chance to pull on the hat when a couple of teenagers walked past grumbling about how obsessed their mom was with this true crime bullshit.

And Eddie. Dear Eddie just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. It was out of his mouth before he could even register the words. “Don’t knock true crime, I think it’s cool.”

Now these teenagers whirled around all set to tear into this adult who dared to call them out on their bullshit when they stopped dead cold in their tracks. Their eyes went wide and their mouths dropped.

“Eddie Munson?” the younger of the two boys cried. “Of Corroded Coffin? There is no way!”

Eddie quickly put on his sunglasses and trucker hat. He pressed a finger to his lips and winked. “I’m on vacation.”

The two boys shared an incredulous look.

“There is no way you would choose this place,” the first one said. “It’s lame.”

“The murder of an entire family is lame?” Eddie asked with a smirk. “What are the kids into these days.”

“Yeah,” the younger one said, “but it happened ages ago. Who cares now?”

“Ooh, ooh!” Robin said, having just exited her room. “I do! It’s really super fascinating.” And then she launched into this great big rambling speech about the different theories and who it could have been if it really wasn’t Lizzy like she proclaimed.

She led the two boys like a pied piper all the way to the breakfast nook where she continued to yap at them, waving her arms and talking at a speed Eddie wasn’t a hundred percent sure he could follow.

“They should pay her for that,” Steve said with a huff of laughter as he sat down next to Eddie at the table. “She could take anything ‘boring’ and make it the most interesting thing in the world. It’s how we survived retail together, if I’m honest.”

��She’s cute when she gets animated like that,” Chrissy said dreamily.

“Down, Chrissy,” Eddie warned. “You’re supposed to Steve’s beard for this trip not drooling over Lezzy the Lesbian over there.”

Chrissy sighed, but reined in her longing looks. “How goes the trip for you two, by the way? Is it as hard as you thought it would be? I told Vickie I would keep her updated on how things are going in case she needed to get ahead of something.”

Steve and Eddie shared a look. “It’s actually harder than we thought it would be,” Steve admitted.

“I thought it would be easier with smaller hotels and bed and breakfasts,” Eddie agreed. “But smaller means more intimate in ways we didn’t anticipate.”

“Ooh...” Chrissy grimaced. “It’s harder to get busy when the walls are thinner and the minds more closed off, huh?”

They both nodded.

“Once we get to the British Isles and the rest of Europe, it’ll be easier,” she promised taking Steve’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “They’re more about privacy over there and the walls tend to be stone, and thicker by design.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. Just two more days and the weight of being seen in America would be soon behind them.

The boys came over with Robin and got pictures with Eddie and then happily skipped back to their parents, excitedly chittering away about meeting Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin in backwoods Massachusetts.

Eddie smiled as he watched. It was definitely the strangest fan interaction he’s had. Where he became almost an afterthought in the wake of Rambling Robin and her obsession with true crime.

Steve gave his leg a squeeze under the table and they shared a fond smile.

Robin and Chrissy exchanged a look of their own. They couldn’t imagine being that deep in the closet and how much that must have had to hurt.

They silently vowed that they would be better at making sure their besties got more alone time on their European leg of their journey. Because that’s what this trip was for after all.

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year ago

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rating luxiem and noctyx by how good they would be at taking care of bugs

my name is unit 4402 and i’m typing this on my phone. autocorrect’s suggested emojis are going to go crazy wish me luck

tags: ambiguous relationship, can be read as platonic or romantic, gender neutral reader, fluff, humor, bugs and spiders

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🖋 Ike Eveland: 4/10

he’s neutral about most bugs. he’ll pick up critters like beetles and caterpillars with his hands and set them outside

gets grossed out by the nastier bugs though. won’t touch ‘em himself, they’re lucky if he can gather himself enough to get a paper and cup. otherwise it’s swatter time with gritted teeth and barely mustered courage

SPIDERS. HOWEVER.

certified spider hater. absolutely terrified of them get out of here!!!

he'll use a swatter, pesticides, everything. but he’s so afraid of how they disappear when he’s not looking

you’ll have to keep an eye on it while he finds the pesticide or vice versa

if he’s unfortunate enough to be the one to kill it you’ll have to hype him up, calm his nerves, and then tell him it’s okay once the deed is done

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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro -100/10

this guy… easily the worst of both units at bug duty. you might just have to take the bullet

he gets sketched out by even the cute ones like butterflies and ladybugs if he looks at them for too long. there’s no way he could even take a moth with a level head

he even reacts to all of them the same. “AAAAH! T-t-there’s a [BUG NAME] in [room name]!”

even so he tries to be nice to them with a cup and paper, or some other method to get them out of his space

unfortunately australian wildlife has prepared him so smaller bugs are still scary but he’ll be a big scared scary mafia boss and take action

and everyone says they’ll leave the house as a joke if they can’t find the spider but it’s luca. there is a solid chance that he will invite you to stay with him in one of the kaneshiro vacation homes for about three days. that’s enough time for the bugs to leave, right?

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👟 Shu Yamino: 10/10

oh! a bug!

is rather delighted at bug!

honestly if it’s a cool bug he might just take a video of it doing its thing and give it a personality!

he has a out-of-sight, out-of-mind philosophy with bugs. he’s fine with just about anything as long as they aren't annoying

harmful pests will get swatted tho ofc

everything else, he’s fine with bringing outside himself without much fanfare

some of them are a little creepy but he tries to rationalize it. they’re just tiny animals and he’s a big strong sorcerer, it’s fine. what are they gonna do, infest him to death?

…he’s going to spray the house down later just to be sure.

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👹 Vox Akuma: 9/10

a wild card. and also VERY emotionally invested in any bugs that come his way whether that’s good or bad

if they manage to sneak up on him he’ll probably yell “WOAH” or curse out of surprise, then figure out whether he should be scared or not

surprisingly fine with the nastiest of them. he actually loves worms, centipedes and similar critters, and he’ll even admire them if they stumble into his territory

“look reader this is me if i were a worm. would you still love me if i was a worm 🥺” “vox please just get that thing outside”

spiders have a 50-50 survival chance. he’ll kill small spiders but bring the big ones outside because the big ones are like full Animals to him and slaughtering animals is not something he can bring himself to do (tiny ones don’t count)

are scorpions bugs? do they count? either way that’s his one objection. he wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole if he had the choice, but if you’re really that scared, then he’ll put on a brave face and hide his fear

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🎭 Alban Knox: 2/10

if he’s going to take care of a bug you need to make peace with the fact that he will whine the entire time

not a cute fun whine either. he’ll complain the entire time that it’s gross and nasty and ewww yuck ugh!

and that’s just for beetles and caterpillars

show him a spider or something else just as creepy and he will actually scream

and yell as he fumbles around to take care of it

and yell as he eventually grabs it with his hands (he’s panicking a little too hard to get a tool)

and yell as he tries to open the door and throw it outside

this is assuming he doesn’t find a slipper nearby. if he has a tissue or something he’ll smash the bug over and over until it’s pulverized

and he’ll STILL be yelling while he does that

the job gets done but at what cost

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🐑 Fulgur Ovid: 6/10

he’s not a 6/10 because he dislikes bugs. he’s neutral towards them, not really creeped out by them but not a fan either

he’s a 6/10 because he’s a dick about taking care of them for you

here’s how it usually goes: you summon him to save you from a creepy crawly. he’ll inspect it and go “really, you’re scared of that little thing? look at it closer, it’s just a bug”

and once he quits fooling around he just swipes it up. his fingers are solid steel which allows for Precise Bug Snatching

but he’ll act unsure and go “i think i got it. here, reader, look inside my hand and tell me if you see it”

or even the dreaded move where he pretends he’s bringing the bug closer to you so you have to see it

and THEN once he’s outside he’ll open his hands and go “wait i think i lost it” just to get a rise out of you until he confirms yes, it’s safe and out of the house

if you’re legitimately terrified then he doesn’t even bother with the jokes. just point out the bug and close your eyes, and he’ll be washing his hands while you stare back at a smudge on the wall before you can even get out a sentence

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🔗 Sonny Brisko: 8/10

somehow both a gentle soul and a complete menace

he's very matter-of-fact when you point them out. "it's just a little jumping spider, no big deal ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

in fact he's almost adorable with how he quietly talks to the bugs and coaxes them to crawl on his hand so he can get them out of your way

and then he prods and begs you to take a picture of the bug bc it's a cool little guy

surprisingly knowledgeable and can identify bugs easily, so once he's got one in his hands he'll show it to you and tell you some facts about it

which is very sweet except for the fact that it's still a nasty bug and you want it out of your face!

he'll lightly tease you over being so scared of a little bug while he takes them outside. and if it's a pest-eater like a spider he'll hide it in a dark corner out of your sight

overall very kind to bugs and thinks they're friendly

which is why it throws you so hard that sometimes after he coos over them he just FUCKING SMASHES THEM IN HIS PALM?

NO HESITATION AT ALL??

WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM???

also when the bug is taken care of he'll sneak behind you and lightly tap his fingers up your arm like a creepy-crawly and then laugh when you get scared. what a shithead

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🔮 Uki Violeta: 15/10

the very essence of "i'm not locked in here with you, you're locked in here with ME"

it's like watching a cat hunt an unaware mouse. he's so quick about it

and he's so good at it too?? he'll find the bug, swat it, and throw the remains away in less than a minute on a good day

doesn't even act like it's a big deal either, he just goes back to what he was doing before you asked for help

he uses tissues or shoes on the big ones like roaches, but anything small, he's surprisingly good at crushing them with his bare hands. this is especially funny when he has acrylics on bc those nails never get dirty nor in the way

spiders get the relocation pass, and he'll insist they stay inside, just out of sight

non-zero chance if you complain about it, he'll go on a lecture about how spiders are how you prevent other pests from invading the house

honestly you only see this side of uki once. the bugs are too scared to show their faces after this stint

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boymanmaletheshequel · 26 days ago

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Symbolism of Melinoe

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Dark goddess of funeral, of nightmares, and of ghosts and the dead, Melinoê is the dual goddess of the light and the day, said to be charred black on one side in her chthonic nature, and bright and white as snow on the other, contrasted by her heavenly half, Melinoe is a goddess to be revered and respected, and here are some of the symbols and sacred icons you can use to do so.

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•🌈 Colors:

Representative of her dualistic nature, the analogous colors of black and white are the best colors, or rather lack there-of, to iconize and represent this frightening goddess, like a black and white tintype photograph from a nostalgic, forgotten era.

•🐴 Animals:

- Ravens: the most iconic bird of the dead, a specter and epiphet of all chthonic deities, crows are the most obvious choice for an animal to represent the power and idolatry of lady Melinoe.

- Moths: an insect of the night, bound and destined to follow the white light in the dark, moths are rather reminiscent of the lost souls and ghosts guided by melinoe to those who seek them from the afterlife.

•🌸 flowers & Herbs:

- White Poppies. Long considered a symbol of ancient afterlife, and a bringer of nightmares, poppies are often considered a deeply paranormal flower, and it makes since that because of this, they are often seen as being iconic of melinoe, especially the white ones.

- Mhyrr. An incense of great respect and value, myhrr has historically been left as an offering at funerals for the dead, a sign of luck and prospect in the afterlife. This was especially common in ancient Egypt, but there’s also evidence to suggest that it was regarded in a similar way in Ancient Greece during the Hellenistic period!

•🍗 food:

- Pomegranate: as the daughter of Persephone and Hades, pomegranates played a pivotal role in the conception of lady Melinoe, and are a great food offering or libation to her, if one wants to communicate or connect to her, perhaps a good way to do so would be to snack on a palm of pomegranate seeds, or to make a tea from its rind?

•💎 crystals & gemstones:

- Ancestralite. A somewhat rare natural combination of hematite and iron, Ancestralite is considered a great gateway stone to communicating with the spirits of dead ancestors or family members, as well as a stone of protection from death itself. These qualities make it a rather great option for a stone to use in crystal work with lady Melinoe!

- Snowflake Obsidian. Obsidian, a lavic stone that has long been used in darker magic, and especially Chthonic magic, is a natural fit for iconizing Melinoe? And the stones signature black and white “snowflake” speckles are great representation of her dual nature between light and dark, though, any variety of Obsidian will work in theory!

- Jet. Often worn to funerals as intricately carved mourning brooches during the Victorian era, jet is a stone of deep Black Death, and highly representative of mourning and the afterlife, with the history to back it up. I actually own one of these antique brooches, and have found it to hold a very dark, but not evil, energy! Jet is a great, and very absorbing stone to work with in chthonic or black magic!

•🪐 planets:

- The moon. Like almost all chthonic deities, the moon is iconic of lady Melinoe, as the domain of nightmares and ghosts she reigns over is most active when it is at its fullest phase! Take advantage of the moon cycles if you wish to communicate with any chthonic deity, Melinoe included.

•🏅other symbols:

- Graveyard dirt. A common offering or ingredient used in black divination, spirit work, and dark magic, a jar of (ethically sourced, pls don’t dig in peoples graves lmao) graveyard dirt is a perfect offering of loyalty and reverence, or iconic symbol of respect, to the goddess Melinoe, as funerals are perhaps her most sacred event!

So there you have it, some helpful starters to begin your reverence of the symbolism and iconography of lady Melinoe of Hades, daughter of Persephone and Hades, mother of ghosts and nightmares. I hope you learned something about her, and will consider her in your future practices! Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for more posts about the intriguing and powerful deities of Helen! 💙🏛️💙

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sangoziethesimp · 7 months ago

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Well, Good luck, babe! | CLORINDE x FEM! READER

Would you do anything to try to stop the feeling? Kissing a hundred boys or even trying to shoot a shot to make it stop. Even if you made excuses, she knows you but she told you so.

The rhythmic slap of water against the gondola was a cruel mockery of your churning heart. Fontaine hadn't changed a bit. The sunrise still bled fiery hues across the water, a mocking promise of a new beginning you wouldn't have. Sitting across from Clorinde, the woman who'd once been your sun and moon, felt like a betrayal of every vow you'd whispered in the dead of night, every stolen kiss under the pale moonlight.

Clorinde, ever the picture of stoicism, was wrapped in a shawl, the familiar crimson of her hair the only splash of color against the muted dawn. But where there used to be a fire that mirrored your own, there was only a polite emptiness. "Are you alright, [Y/N]?" she asked, her voice a chilling echo of the warmth you craved.

You forced a smile, the gesture a shard of broken glass in your throat. "Just… remembering things. This is where it all started, isn't it?"

Clorinde's gaze flickered away, a phantom limb ache settling in your chest. "It was," she said quietly. "The day you chose comfort over us."

The words were a barbed whip, tearing through the flimsy justifications you'd built for years. You and Clorinde, two souls carved from the same storm, had been destined for a life on the edge, a love that burned brighter than any disapproval. But you, a coward wrapped in silk sheets, had chosen the tepid embrace of security over the passionate inferno Clorinde offered.

Years turned into a blur of gilded cages and polite conversations. You married Elian, a kind man with eyes that mirrored Clorinde's but lacked the fire to ignite your soul. Now, with your marriage teetering on the edge of a loveless abyss, you found yourself back in Fontaine, a moth drawn to the flame that could never be yours again.

"Clorinde," you choked out, the past and present blurring into a suffocating fog. "I know I messed up. Everything. But I can't deny it anymore. I love you. Even after all this wasted time."

Clorinde's gaze met yours, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within. But before she could respond, a voice, light and tinged with laughter, drifted from the approaching dock. It was a melody you didn't recognize, a melody that wasn't yours.

A woman with cascading blonde hair, her smile as bright as the rising sun, stood there. Her hand, a hand that should have been yours, reached out to clasp Clorinde's. The warmth in Clorinde's eyes, the one you yearned for with a desperation that bordered on madness, was for her.

The weight of realization crashed down on you, a tidal wave of despair. You weren't Clorinde's sunrise anymore, not even a memory. She had built a life, a happy one, and you were a ghost haunting the ruins of what could have been.

Tears streamed down your face, a salty counterpoint to the bitter taste of regret. "Congratulations, Clorinde," you rasped, your voice a broken whisper. "I… I truly wish you all the happiness in the world, even if it's not with me."

Clorinde squeezed the blonde's hand, a silent promise exchanged between them. "Thank you, [Y/N]," she said, her voice devoid of the warmth you craved. "You too. But maybe find your happiness somewhere that doesn't involve reliving the past."

As the gondola glided away, taking you back to a life you now loathed, a single, horrifying thought echoed in your mind. Perhaps some mistakes truly are unforgivable, some sunrises forever out of reach. You were left with the cold comfort of the dawn and the gnawing ache of a love that could have set the world on fire, a love you'd extinguished with your own cowardice.

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faegoddessog · 3 months ago

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Day 11: picture that imploded in the fandom

Ok loves, I've decided to try something to stretch myself creatively with this challenge. I'm gonna dribble my drabble and see if I can tie each theme into an actual story that I'll write day by day! We'll see how it goes! Wish me luck!

Here is my ongoing masterlist of this project.

My other works are here if you are interested!

Check out the fun challenge here by @slowsweetlove . Feel free to jump in too!

WARNINGS: Explicitly Mature Content, 18+ only, cock stroking, fellatio, PiV (did ya'll think I'd leave you hanging... no sir-ee)

Day 11: picture that imploded in the fandom.

You let a long line of spit drop onto the cock in your hand. You think this is like lubing up my own dick, if I had one. It heightens the eroticism of the moment.

“Yes, yes I would love to join you…both,” you say out loud, with just a hint of suggestion.

He thrusts gently into your hand.

“Mmmm, I’ll text him,” Austin’s voice rumbles in his chest, “later.” His fingertips dig into your naked hips. His eyes molten pools of deep blue as he stares at you, his mouth hanging open just a bit. His hair is sticking out in all ways from having your hands buried in it earlier.

“This didn't take long,” you indicate his hard cock by stroking it up and down.

“I blame you,” he says quickly, reaching up to grab you by the back of the neck. He pulls you down onto his waiting mouth. The TV completely forgotten by both of you. Your lips clash together tongues seeking one another out in a kiss full of desire.

You pull away, sucking his full bottom lip and playing at it with your tongue.

“Can I?” your eyes flick to his cock in your hand.

He nods, only guessing at what you mean, but up for anything.

You slide back, holding him tall. Wetting your lips, you lower to his cock. Up close, it looks bigger than it had felt inside you. The veins aren’t prominent, and the little pile of blonde curls at the base is well groomed, adding an element of cuteness to his huge phallus. You rub your lips against his red-tinged pink tip, letting spit dribble in little rivulets down his shaft.

Austin has one hand tucked up behind his head, the other rubbing along his own thigh. Perhaps his petting was more than mere self-soothing.

You push him against your pursed lips, then let his shaft win, keeping your mouth tight around him.

He groans, hips shaking in want.

Your tongue caresses his glands inside your mouth. He tastes like cum and a little like latex.

Pulling away, you suck, but just before he breaks the seal of your mouth you slide back down, flicking his underside with your tongue. Up and down, up and down. Soon your hand joins in the motion, tending to the entirety of his cock.

Try as he might to not, his ass bunches up underneath him, making him push into your throat.

“Mmmhmmmm” you moan around him you pull back and push him in deep again. He thrusts, again and again. He is made a god in your mouth. His panting breaths seizing between his teeth.

“Oh fuck,” he blurts out.

You pull away just before he cums, wiping your bottom lip with your forefinger.

“God that’s good,” he pants.

The corner of your top lip lifts and you nod your head in acknowledgement of his praise. Your eyes flick to the scattered stack of condoms on the bedside table. He reaches, missing them at first. He can’t bring himself to look away from your talented mouth. Finally his fingers land on one and he thrusts it into your waiting hand.

You make quick work of rolling it on him. You want him inside you and now. You lift up, leaning forward. Like moths to the flame, his hands are on your tits, playing at the nipples, kneading gently with his fingers.

You impale yourself on him, guiding him with a hand. He sinks in deep, splitting you, stretching you. Your hips roll in his lap. You begin rocking back and forth, feeling him hit deep inside.

His phone dings. He utterly ignores it, to the point that you wonder if it was in your mind.

“I’m going to fuck you until I cum Austin,” you moan, trying to bring yourself back to the moment.

“Use me, ride me, I’m yours,” he surrenders.

You do. Rocking back and forth, rubbing your mons on his tight abs. Jesus fucking Christ, he is unbelievably hot under you. His eyebrows bent towards each other in self control and need and want. Just the look of him makes you fuck him faster, your orgasm winding up fast.

Then, pushed over the brink, you are thrashing on his cock. Spine tingling moans rock your body and your fingertips dig into his chest.

He roars, letting go of any semblance of control as your pussy grips at him. He fucks up into you so hard. You would have bounced off his lap if his big hands hadn’t been gripping your hips. Holy fuck it’s overstimulating.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” you scream.

“Yes yes yes yes YESSS!” he screams, thrusting hard. Pushing forward, pulling you down. Little jerks of his hips, pumping out his cum inside you. There is a part of you that wishes there was no condom, that you could feel his cum dripping out.

You collapse on top of him, your chests heaving together.

He pets your hair away from your face, kissing your forehead.

It’s not long before he has you bent over the end of the bed, using your hands behind your back as leverage to fuck into you once again.

And a little while after that that he laid you on your back and made you flood his face, his fucking gorgeous face, with your juices.

...........

Sometime the next morning, he is woken by his phone buzzing under his hand. How it got onto the bed he had no idea. Must have happened in the middle somewhere, when he had grabbed it and silenced it. Fuck, why did people have to bother him when he was so deliciously busy!

He opens the message, one of many, from his publicist.

Anything we need to say about this?

He clicks the link, it is a fan sighting of you and him last night under the arch, complete with pictures. He had his arms around you, staring into your eyes, his mouth inches from yours in a decidedly ‘not just friends’ kind of way. The angle was a little high, like it had been taken from the bus. The fucking bus with his own promo on it. There were several comments below it. At a glance they ranged from “Good on him!” to “That motherfucker!” He didn’t pay any sort of heed to the comments, it wasn’t good for his soul. He crept out of bed, snagging his robe. He stumbles through the living room, certain muscles protesting from their work last night, and made his way out onto the balcony. He rings his publicist, he would always rather talk than text.

“Hey Yeah, I saw. Can you see her face in any of them? No, I’m not doing that to her,” his voice is insistent, if quiet.

“I’m allowed to have a private life. And who I kiss isn't their concern. Well then tell them it’s nothing, that she’s no one.”

He hangs up, sighing.

”Even if that’s not remotely true,” he looks at your sleeping form through the balcony windows, “What have I gotten myself into.”

He shakes his head with a smile, then dials up Callum. He figures might as well while he’s on a roll.

credit to @saradika for the graphic!

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#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler x reader #i love my readers #ddofab #creative challenge #lets get steamy shall we?

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in1-nutshell · 10 months ago

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Hello!

First of all, I wanted to say that words can't describe how much I loved the two "Bot Buddy who's TFA Bumblebee's twin" pieces you did.

Second, can I request a continuation?

Maybe about Buddy getting attacked by Lugnut and Blitzwing after Buddy finally gets a new paintjob with Sari's help (I like to imagine they now have a bright pink paintjob with two yellow stripes, Buddy chose pink because pink is the color of energon and Sari told them they would look good with yellow stripes).

Buddy quicky hides Sari somewhere safe before taking out their stingers and contact their team for help.

The team arrives just in time to see Buddy cornered, but before Bumblebee and Prowl could do anything to help them, Buddy does a cyberninja move, one that they've seen Prowl do before, and gets out of there unharmed.

After defeating the decepticons and returning to the base, Buddy asks the team what they think of their new look and Prowl compliment them by saying looks like a Rosy Maple Moth.

However, after a few days, Buddy notices that Prowl has been very quiet.

And not the normal Prowl type of quiet, but the "deep in thought" type of quiet.

They are worried, but before Buddy could ask him what's wrong, Prowl asks them what they would feel about becoming a cyberninja.

Buddy is confused and Prowl tells them he saw them doing that cyberninja move to get away from the decepticons, he sees potential in them and wish to train them.

Buddy is hesitant in the beginning. Them? Becoming a cyberninja?

But after a long day of thinking, they tell him that they a willingly to do it.

Also, Prowl gives Buddy a pair of katanas after they become a cyberninja worthy of a weapon (like how Yoketron give Prowl his shurikens).

Buddy is shocked and asks him how he even got them, Prowl just smiles and says that he owes Sari a favor.

Buddy was not going to let a couple of Cons ruin their new paintjob on their day off.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy Bumblebee's twin surprising the team with their fighting skills

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Romance, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Buddy and Sari were heading back to the base to show off their new paint job.

Sari insisted for the longest time to get Buddy a new paintjob, she was getting tired of confusing them with Bumblebee at first glance.

Plus, they needed to express themselves more, what better way to do it with a brand-new paintjob!

Buddy walking to the mirror admiring the new pink paintjob adorning their frame.

“You think this was a good idea? I mean I like it—”--Buddy

“Then it was a good idea! Now no one can confuse you with Bumblebee!”--Sari

Sari smirks a bit.

“And I bet Prowl will like it too.”--Sari

Buddy feels a bit warm hearing their partner’s name.

“Sari!”--Buddy

But they get caught up in the crossfires of a Decepticon ambush on the street. They were trying to look for some sort of machine and were having no luck finding it.

What better way to vent out one’s frustrations than on a little Autobot?

Buddy grabs Sari and books it.

They were clearly outnumbered, and they were sure that they weren’t going to stand a chance against them.

They needed back up now!

Buddy reaches for their com.

“Chello—”--Bumblebee

“GET EVERYONE OUT HERE NOW!”--Buddy

Bumblebee jumps hearing the sudden scream.

The entire team moves to the main screen.

“OUCH! What was that for?!”--Bumblebee

“ARE YOU BLIND?! TURN ON THE NEWS! BLITZWING, LUGNUT AND STARSCREAM ARE ON OUR TAILPIPE!”--Buddy

“Our—Oh Primus Sari’s with you!”--Bulkhead

“YEAH I’M HERE!”--Sari

“Buddy where’s your location?”--Prowl

“WE DON’T KNOW! WE’RE TRYING NOT TO GET SQUASHED HERE!”--Sari

“We got your signal try and get somewhere safe.”--Optimus

“JUST GET THE WHOLE TEAM DOWN HERE—EEEEEEEEKKKKKK!”--Sari

CRASH!

“BUDDY!”--Sari

The line goes dead.

“Buddy!? Buddy?!”--Prowl

“Autobots! Roll out!”--Optimus

The team is out the door trying to get to Buddy and Sari’s location.

Buddy was clutching their side ready to fight.

They caught sight of Sari in a trash bin nearby.

They do not expect to see Buddy actually take down Lugnut with persis nerve blow.

Lugnut ends up falling on top of Blitzwing and Starscream which causes them to make a tactical retreat.

Buddy watching the Cons fly off.

Bumblebee runs to them and hugs them tightly.

Buddy winces a bit causing Bee to let go.

“Primus that was so cool! But why did you do that? You could have been a streak of yellow—I mean pink—wait is that a new paintjob? Urgh! Don’t do that again!”--Bumblebee

Prowl comes to Buddy’s side putting a servo on their shoulder looking at the sparkling side.

“That doesn’t look good…”--Prowl

Buddy raises an optic.

“When did you become so perspective?”—Buddy

Prowl smiles a bit.

“Sarcasm, that’s a good sign.”—Prowl

Back at the Plant…

Prowl by Buddy’s berthside.

“You look like a beautiful Earth moth I saw once on a documentary.”--Prowl

Buddy raises their optic a bit but rolls with it.

“Thank you?”--Buddy

“I mean it was a complement. It has your paint job colors, which looks nice…”—Prowl

Buddy smiles a bit linking one of their digits with Prowl.

“Ahhh… Now I get it. Thank you.”--Buddy

A bit later, Prowl approaches Buddy proposing to train them I the art of the cyber ninja.

Buddy is surprised that Prowl would offer them this, but after a bit of thinking, they agree.

Prowl definitely wasn’t expecting to see Buddy learn the moves quickly.

Soon enough Prowl feels like they are ready for their signature weapon.

“Master Yoketron gifted me my shuriken’s when he thought I was worthy of a signature weapon. I believe you’re ready for yours.”--Prowl

Prowl presents them with some katanas.

Buddy tears up a bit as he places them in their servos.

“Their beautiful Prowl, but where did you get these?”--Buddy

Prowl having a flash back of raiding Lockdown’s ship the last time he was on Earth.

“I found them laying around.”--Prowl

Buddy puts their weapon neatly on the ground and pulls Prowl into a hug.

He slowly hugs them back.

Snap!

Buddy and Prowl look over to see Bumblebee and Sari with a camera.

“Aww! This is so cute!”--Sari

“Maybe we could get better lighting for the next one though.”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee!”—Buddy and Prowl

Prowl hugs Buddy closer as they tried hiding their embarrassed face in his chassis.

He is angry that the two ruined the moment.

He lets go of Buddy and moves in front of Bumblebee.

Sari carefully gets down from Bee’s shoulder.

“Put the camera away.”--Prowl

“But how else are your kids going to see how disgustingly cute you two were?”—Sari

“Kids?!”—Bumblebee and Prowl

CLANK!

Buddy had fainted on the floor.

“BUDDY!”--Prowl

“GET RATCHET!”--Bumblebee

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa bumblebee #tfa prowl #tfa prowl x reader

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multi-lefaiye · 23 days ago

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Gelf Crittery Traits Thoughts

tagging @corvus-rose @skitzo-kero @anexor @chaieyestea and @vacantgodling bc i wish to curse y'all

this is a mix of ideas by me and cal, because we wanted to hit the gelflings with a Get Crittery beam

gonna list general descriptors for the species as a whole, then for specific clans. as a note, they are all still the same species. gelflings just have a shitton of diversity in appearance and biology.

all gelfling traits:

- little bit of a snoot, black nose but a more humanoid mouth

- large, pointed ears, positioned kinda high up on their head, can move and swivel independently of each other

- digitigrade legs, but not really paws or toe beans--their legs are just shaped differently.

- t a i l s

- three fingers + opposable thumb on each hand, and four toes on each foot

- in canon female gelflings have wings, but i usually ignore that, and instead say that some clans have wings while others usually don't. gelflings have like no sexual dimorphism. good luck.

- female gelflings are usually taller, but not always.

grottan clan:

- usually have wide, dark eyes, and very poor vision--extremely sensitive to light, it takes time to adjust to being outside the caves.

- huge ears and excellent hearing.

- skin is usually some shade of grey, green, or blue.

- hair is usually very light, often some shade of blond or grey. usually long, but short hair is fine and dandy.

- the shortest of the clans on average. absolutely itty bitty.

- they have wings! their wings are similar to moth wings in material and shape, and they can use them to fly for short distances.

- long, skinny tails like little mice, sometimes tufted with fur.

- mouse-coded but also moth-coded, and a little bat-like.

dousan clan:

- usually have brown or tan skin and dark hair, not a lot of body hair aside from their head and tail. short hair is rare but acceptable.

- culturally, tattoos are extremely common. most of them are tattooed with elaborate designs in blue, purple, or black ink, though some may instead use white or gold.

- some of them have horns, usually small and curving up from their temples.

- look like they have four ears--in reality, they just have two ears that are split in a way that *looks* like they have four. the increased sueface area helps them thermoregulate and hear better.

- can also close their ears to keep sand from getting in during storms.

- tend to be pretty tall with long limbs, usually have kinda small, narrow eyes.

- don't typically have wings.

- usually very long tails, sometimes tipped with feathers or fur.

- sometimes have patches of scales, usually localized around their shoulders, back, and face.

- slightly more pronounced muzzles than the other clans, sharp features are common in general.

- somewhere between lizard-coded, fox-coded, and vulture-coded.

drenchen clan:

- naturally usually have brown skin, but many of them are green tinted or have green markings as well as camouflage in the swamp.

- aquatic, with fins and gills. they do also have lungs and can breathe on land just fine, but many prefer the water.

- and if they dry out too much or spend too much time away from the water, it can seriously hurt them. need to keep their skin moist to stay healthy.

- some of them have whiskers/barbels like a catfish, helping them hunt underwater.

- they also have that third eyelid shit alligators do to be able to swim with their eyes open.

- often have very thick, dark, hair, usually very curly as well. long hair is most common--it's rare that you'd see a drenchen cut their hair unless necessary to maintain it or for health reasons.

- generally tall and beefy, clearly built as ambush predators.

- thick, finned tails to help with swimming in the water, and webbed hands and feet.

- some have wings! but their wings usually aren't suited for flying at all, and are actually meant to help them propel themselves faster when swimming. they can also glide as needed.

- alligator-coded and also shark-coded.

stonewood clan:

- wide range of skin tones, usually somewhere in the tan-brown range, but many have blue or green markings, usually splotches of color or spots.

- tallest and beefiest clan on average, they build muscle and fat very easily.

- usually have dark, straight hair, sometimes with streaks of blue or green in it. often worn long and in braids.

- hairy motherfuckers--typically have manes around their necks and down their backs, hairy arms and legs, etc. thick, furry tails, too, sometimes tufted like a lion's.

- often have big claws and sharp teeth--more than any other clan, a stonewood doesn't *need* weapons to fuck you up.

- ears are often tipped with fur, like a lynx.

- no wings. these fuckers run. and they run fast.

- wolf-coded, but also kinda lion-coded and bear-coded. basically, stonewoods are the big predators.

spriton clan:

- deer-coded and goat-coded, to the highest degree, with a bit of rabbit as well.

- skin tones range from very pale to dark brown, often have freckles or dappled spots like a fawn.

- usually have dark, straight hair, which they wear in braids. some may have lighter or blond hair, but this is rare. long hair is common, as with the stonewoods and the drenchen.

- also no wings. they do, however, have hooved feet, and long legs designed to run fast.

- horns!!! female gelfs have longer horns that look more like antlers, male gelfs have lil horns like antelopes.

- usually kinda short--built to be fast and stealthy, to hide from predators.

- also put on fat and muscle pretty easily, but not quite as easily as many stonewoods.

- short lil puffball tails, like rabbits. and yes, they wag.

sifa clan:

- the most diverse in appearance, as the sifa clan will take in outsiders and exiles from other clans, and they don't have any rules or reservations about taking mates in other clans.

- that being said, "pure blood" sifas vary widely in appearance still. a wide range of skin tones and hair colors are common, and other traits more commonly associated with the other clans are also common.

- red hair is most common among the sifa, though.

- whether or not they have wings is kind of a mixed bag, for reasons i've already established.

- with how varied they are, they don't have a single animal inspiration, but in my brain they're kinda monkey-like, if that makes sense. all lanky limbs and with long, prehensile tails.

- many sifa are physically very lean and strong, hungry from long weeks out at sea relying on rations, fit from all the hard work it takes to keep the ship afloat. not all of them, but many.

vapra clan:

- generally very short, often have very pale skin and light hair--their hair is sometimes straight up white, not just blond.

- darker hair isn't like. unheard of though. it still happens. and same for darker skin tones.

- they also put on fat very easily, in part b/c they live in the cold mountains and need that insulation to survive.

- lots of patches of feathers on their body, especially on their chests, shoulders, and hips. very bird-coded. some even have ruffs of feathers around their necks.

- and along that vein, vapra bones aren't *quite* hollow, but definitely less dense than the other clans' in general. this is to make them lighter so they can fly more easily.

- long claws, especially on their feet, like talons--good for both defense and landing after a flight.

- they've got wings! and their wings are larger and stronger than the other clans'. still kinda like moth wings, but with feathers as well, if that makes sense. vapra tend to be the strongest fliers on average.

- vapra tails are usually either like. straight up tail feathers, or they have prehensile tails that are just tipped with feathers. usually one or the other.

- usually have round faces and flatter, less pronounced snoots. also large eyes.

#multi makes text posts #dark crystal posting #heat wip #not including the firelings bc they're cal's babies. to me.

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imthepunchlord · 11 months ago

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Man, hearing about the season 1 days of miraculous makes remember when we first saw the leaks of the season and first the art for the pearls and stone, Alya with the fox (and how everyone called her Volpina), and Chloe with the bee. Man, those were days. I also remember how everyone was thinking Gabriel had the peacock and Emilie had the butterfly originally. I even remember when we first got that one image of Pixie Girl, and everyone thought she was a teenage Emilie with the butterfly miraculous that was going to appear in a flashback episode 😆. Ah, I miss those days.

Gosh so much is taking me back.

I remember expanded Square chaos. I remember there were theories of Ladybug and "Volpina"/Rena being rivals/antagonists to each other as a reversal of them being best friends + clearly Marinette wouldn't trust the new Fox (which I was never crazy about, especially as you typically didn't see that for Adrien and Nino, felt like turning girls against each other); and QB and LB were going be friendly. And there were speculated shenanigans for QB and RR, I think there was also a small rise of Chloya and the idea that maybe they'd have their own Square going.

Some I didn't see, like the theory that Pixie was teen Emilie, but I did see that she was planned for the NY Special, and there were the plans for the Shanghai Special.

I really did theorize that Marinette and Adrien were going to get their own exclusive Specials to be focused on, with Marinette in Shanghai and Adrien in NY and he for sure was going to work with Pixie.

Another theory I had was where Fu was going to become Marinette's mentor, Gabriel was going to be Adrien's, cause I did like the idea that he had the Peafowl, not Emilie. And I thought this concept art of Duusu was her being furious with Gabriel literally shutting her away.

And something was going to go down and this "Paon" was going to steal the Peafowl from Gabriel.

Or she already did and what Gabriel had was a fake.

And potentially that HM was who Gabriel and Emilie feared and that's why Adrien wasn't allowed out.

Those really were the days. The theories were so fun. And much of it I think was more interesting than what we got.

And it was a time of aus. I don't know how many aus are being done for ML these days, I think most are salt fics now, but that was the time to have fun, do different spins. Doing kwami swaps. Life swaps. Cowboy au.

You could get creative with akumas, like, I remember finding old fics that swapped Marientte with Bridgette and trapped her in a different reality/timeline, and I kinda wish the Paris Special did that. Off topic, but I feel the Paris Special should've gone full comedy and full reversal for characters. And that we actually got to see this different Paris.

Like, could you imagine Marinette and Emonette swapping places, either through akuma or Bunnyx, and Marinette's scrambling trying to figure out how to get back and how to keep going in this topsy turvy world where apparently Ladybug is a villain? "Hawk Moth" is a good guy? Wtf is Chat wearing? Wtf happened to Adrien.

And you got Emonette just needing shades cause this world is so bright and sunny and why do these people keep talking to her? Tf happened to Adrien, was he a poser this whole time? HM's a villain? But of course he's a bad villain just like he's a bad hero. And ooooh she's going to have so much fun with Chloe... and who tf is this Lila and what does she think she's doing picking a fight with Emonette. Oh, she's adding her to her list...

And you could add to it if kwamis were also kinda reversed.

Emonette stuck with canon Tikki trying to get her Marinette back, but also trying to rein in Emonette, try to be that voice of reason and her consciousness, and oh, she's dumping all of Chloe's things down the toilet... she's got her work cut out for her.

Meanwhile Special Tikki is more "pure luck" and is more chaotic and sporadic, she's not outright malicious, but she's just rolling with that neutralness of luck, it having good and bad and it comes down to karma and your own actions. She's just here to sit and watch the consequences play out. Emonette was kinda funny though she was predictable in her karma as her negative actions fed negative consequences. But man, this Marinette is freaking hilarious. Tikki is constantly eating popcorn, enjoying the show cause she never knows what she's going to get with this well meaning if all over the place Marinette.

#ask Punchie #miraculous ladybug

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sapphic-agent · 6 months ago

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Hi there! So I've been reading posts for a while and I've note Ed that your currently writing your own rewrite of MHA; and along with the fanfictions I've read for moths and seeing different OC's from Instagram, this inspires me to write my own fanfiction.

And what I want to ask is, is it okay to not follow to much on the canon storyline? Like there are some that matters to my fanfic, but I feel like I'll just recap the entire series with my OC's added to the mix and it doesn't really matter that much to their arcs (It's OC centered)

And I want to has some other writing advices from you since your ideas are intriguing as hell and I would have love to read your fanfiction once you have published it😍😍

So yeah, that's all from me. And your keep up with your posts and rewrite, I wish you good luck🍀🍀

Absolutely go for it!

The beauty about fanfiction is that you can do what you want! It's completely okay to throw canon (especially this canon) in the dumpster. If you want your story to be OC-led, you do you, friend!

#mha critical #bnha critical #anon ask

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katnissmellarkkk · 1 year ago

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bookcomb for people kissing katniss on the cheek or forehead or nose. idk why I did this I just wanted to.

“Here, I’ll put it on your dress, all right?” Madge doesn’t wait for an answer, she just leans in and fixes the bird to my dress. “Promise you’ll wear it into the arena, Katniss?” she asks. “Promise?”

“Yes,” I say. Cookies. A pin. I’m getting all kinds of gifts today. Madge gives me one more. A kiss on the cheek. Then she’s gone and I’m left thinking that maybe Madge really has been my friend all along.”

Effie takes both of us by the hand and, with actual tears in her eyes, wishes us well. Thanks us for being the best tributes it has ever been her privilege to sponsor. And then, because it’s Effie and she’s apparently required by law to say something awful, she adds “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I finally get promoted to a decent district next year!”

Then she kisses us each on the cheek and hurries out, overcome with either the emotional parting or the possible improvement of her fortunes.

But I don’t get it. Well, I do get a second kiss, but it’s just a light one on the tip of my nose because Peeta’s been distracted. “I think your wound is bleeding again. Come on, lie down, it’s bedtime anyway,” he says.

Still clenching one of Cinna’s hands, I walk over and stand on the circular metal plate. “Remember what Haymitch said. Run, find water. The rest will follow,” he says. I nod. “And remember this. I’m not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.”

“Truly?” I whisper.

“Truly,” says Cinna. He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. “Good luck, girl on fire.”

“Since when does it matter what I think?” says Haymitch. “Better take our places.” He leads me to the metal circle. “This is your night, sweetheart. Enjoy it.” He kisses me on the forehead and disappears into the gloom.

Just then, Effie Trinket arrives in a pumpkin orange wig to remind everyone, “We’re on a schedule!” She kisses me on both cheeks while waving in the camera crew, then orders me into position.

President Snow himself makes a surprise visit to congratulate us. He clasps Peeta’s hand and gives him an approving slap on the shoulder. He embraces me, enfolding me in the smell of blood and roses, and plants a puffy kiss on my cheek.

We sit, as we did last year, holding hands until the voice tells me to prepare for the launch. He walks me over to the circular metal plate and zips up the neck of my jumpsuit securely. “Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I’m still betting on you.” He kisses my forehead and steps back as the glass cylinder slides down around me.

Plutarch crosses to me, laughing. “Where do you come up with this stuff? No one would believe it if we made it up!” He throws an arm around me and kisses me on the top of my head with a loud smack. “You’re golden!”

Gale’s not supposed to visit me, as he’s confined to bed with some kind of shoulder wound. But on the third night, after I’ve been medicated and the lights turned down low for bedtime, he slips silently into my room. He doesn’t speak, just runs his fingers over the bruises on my neck with a touch as light as moth wings, plants a kiss between my eyes, and disappears.

Gale catches my arm before I can disappear. “So that’s what you’re thinking now?” I shrug. “Katniss, as your oldest friend, believe me when I say he’s not seeing you as you really are.” He kisses my cheek and goes.

“Effie,” I say.

“Hello, Katniss.” She stands and kisses me on the cheek as if nothing has occurred since our last meeting, the night before the Quarter Quell. “Well, it looks like we’ve got another big, big, big day ahead of us. So why don’t you start your prep and I’ll just pop over and check on the arrangements.”

#thg #hunger games #Katniss everdeen #Peeta mellark #Gale Hawthorne #madge undersee #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #bookcomb ♥️🔎

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springbreezes-and-peonies · 8 months ago

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"Dear Lady Peony,

It is an honour to meet a beautiful maiden such as yourself, you know! Your interest in plantlife and flowers is a noble and beautiful hobby, you know, and your fashion sense is unmatched. I must ask, actually- Ah, what would you describe your personal fashion taste as? Call me intrigued, is all, as I take an interest in fashion myself.

I wish you much luck, my lady, and a hello to your compatriots, also.

Yours truly,

Mapobas Dejasce Novavunora"

Oh golly! I thank you so much! I’ve never been addressed so formally before! I’m afraid it makes me blush! I lived alone for so long I’m not really with the trends hun, but I have heard Susie describe my style as “princess cottage-core” or some such! Which is very nice cause I make all my own clothes with my moth silk. You honor me my friend, I wish you well in turn, and a very good tournament to you!

#kirby oc #kirby fanart #moth oc #peony baby 🥺🥹#you’ve really made her blush lol #she’s not used to compliments #but she’s grateful to receive them #kirby oc tournament

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not-a-space-alien · 1 year ago

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All Creatures Great and Small Chapter 16: Tea Party

Surprise! Two in one day. Sometimes you just get a little excited over your blorbos >:3

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As always thanks to @static-stars and @appelsiinilight ! :)

Important note: Since is the first chapter in the series that's had large portions of dialogue in Pixish interspersed within large portions of English dialogue, I decided to differentiate the two languages by putting Pixish dialogue in italics. Thistle, of course, understands both, but I thought it was important to make it obvious at a glance which language was actually being spoken because not all characters in this chapter are bilingual.

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Marcy, a human who spoke English and a little bit of Pixish.

Thistle, a pixie who spoke Pixish and English.

Severa, a naga who spoke only Pixish.

Jewel, a merminnow who spoke English and his native underwater language, which no one else at the table spoke.

Moon, a moth fairy who spoke English, Pixish, and a number of other unknown languages.

And Violet, a borrower who only spoke English.

For someone who'd never expected to meet anyone who wasn't a Pixie, and who'd only been vaguely aware of the existence of other languages until recently, it was a lot. Especially since they were all going to be at the same table.

Marcy helped Thistle set up. They got out the biggest table he had–it was from a doll tea party set. It was always a challenge to find furniture that was scaled exactly right since there was such a variety, and this particular set he treasured both because it happened to be exactly the right size for him, and because it came with a set of usable teacups and a teapot, all made out of fine ceramic. Thistle privately thought it was too nice for a child to use for play, and any parent giving this to a clumsy child would be a fool.

He got out the plates he had too–likewise from a set for dolls. These ones were a little too big, but Thistle figured that was all right since Moon and Severa were bigger than him anyway. Marcy got him a nice, thin towel that made an excellent tablecloth, which he shook out and put over the table before putting out all the place settings. Marcy dug out the castaways from other mismatched sets that Thistle didn’t use–for Violet, a chair from a set that had been too small, and for Moon, one from a set that had been too big. Thistle had Marcy set the table on stacks of notecards to elevate it until Moon’s chair was the correct height, then do the same for the rest of the chairs until they could all sit equally level at the table. Violet’s chair was cartoonish–she would have to climb a stack more notecard than chair to get up to the table, but the alternative was making Moon sit with his knees to his chest, which Thistle didn’t want to do. The chairs were all boosted to the appropriate height in the end, and Thistle preened, so excited about having such a variety of people to talk to.

The whole setup was placed directly next to Marcy’s table setting, so she could sit at the human-sized chair to participate…and be within grabbing distance of the participants.

Teddy helped him make some small cakes, which he set out with a little bowl of jam. Colin got out the mealworms and put them in an ornamental dish, and also arranged crackers, cheese, and fruit at Thistle’s instructions. Marcy started brewing the tea so it would be hot when everyone arrived.

Teddy and Colin asked if they should participate, and Thistle apologetically told them it would probably be better to minimize the number of humans looming over them. He didn’t specify names, but he knew Moon would probably be incredibly unhappy with having three giants at the table. Teddy and Colin made themselves scarce, wishing Thistle good luck and shutting themselves in their bedroom to watch TV. He could see the disappointment on their faces, though they were happy to support him. They were good friends like that.

He didn’t blame them for being disappointed. This was going to be great.

Jewel arrived first, mostly because he arrived when Thistle instructed Marcy to scoop up some water and carry him over to the table in a mug. She set it down and pushed the cup flush with the small table, so Jewel didn’t have to lean over so much.

“Hey, bug boy!” Jewel shouted as he was set down. “This is quite a spread you’ve set out!”

“Yeah!” Thistle enthused. “Teddy helped me–no!” He cried this last part with horror as Jewel tried to take some of the cakes. “Stop! We can’t eat until everyone else is here!”

Jewel let go and held his hands up defensively. “Sheesh! All right.”

“No need to be snippish, Thistle,” Marcy chided.

“Sorry,” Thistle said, embarrassed.

Jewel crossed his arms and rested them on the lip of the cup. “Marcy… Are you…?” He looked at her from under his eyebrows, clearly struggling to get the words out. “Um.”

He’s scared, Marcy realized. She drew her hands around the cup, which caused him to flinch back, which wasn’t at all what she’d intended.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said. “I promise. I’ll be keeping a very close eye on her.”

Jewel nodded, some of his tension dissipating. “Right. Thanks. Maybe this will be nice…or at the very least, not a disaster.”

Violet arrived next. Petunia was dragged along behind her, clutching her leg, sobbing and wailing about how she wanted to go to the tea party too. Violet told her over and over that she couldn't because it was too dangerous, and eventually Marcy convinced her to go sit in the pink dollhouse instead.

Violet was still a little nervous about being handled, so she rappelled herself up to the top of the table with a grappling hook. “Eh,” she said. “I forgot ‘bout the fishmen.”

“Yo,” Jewel said, raising his hand. "I'm Jewel." He'd been trying to get less shy about telling people his name at Colin's suggestion, not that he would ever admit he'd taken it.

"I'm Violet," she said, looking at the food instead of Jewel.

“Don’t touch the snacks, or Thistle will bite your hand off.”

“They’re for when everyone gets here!” Thistle insisted. “It’s just–Violet!”

Violet had started taking a cracker even as Thistle had been speaking. “It’s just one from a stack,” she said, holding it up. It was the size of a dinner plate to her. “No one’ll notice it’s gone.”

“...everyone already at the table will notice, because we just saw you–You know what, fine, pick your battles. You can have one cracker, but that’s it.”

Violet slipped the cracker into her bag. It stuck out the top very visibly. Thistle walked over and gave it a kick, which broke it so the pieces slid down into a heap in the bag.

“Hey!” Violet said. “Don’t touch my stuff!”

“Your st- Violet, I-”

“It’s all right, Thistle,” Marcy interrupted. She reached over and picked him up by the back of the shirt, and he went limp like a kitten that’d been scruffed. “Don’t get all worked up, everything is fine. We have more crackers.”

She set him down in one of the chairs. Thistle looked embarrassed again. “Sorry, I just want it to be perfect.”

“Because that moth man is going to be here, is that it?” Jewel said, smiling devilishly.

Thistle went bright red and hid his face.

“Speaking of,” Jewel said.

Thistle instantly stood up, craning his neck at the window Moon had instructed them to leave open for him to enter. It was five minutes after the start time of three o’ clock, which was the fashionably late he’d warned Thistle about.

Moon alighted on the windowsill, fanning his wings and peering into the house cautiously. He wore the outfit they’d picked out together - a deep blue velvet suit with a red cravat and a wide-brimmed hat topped with a feather, the sunglasses tying the whole look together.

Thistle had warned Marcy to try and be restrained around Moon to not freak him out, so she sat at the table vibrating with excitement, eyes burning on him with barely held-back eagerness.

Moon spotted Thistle and fluttered onto the table. Thistle jogged over, smiling big. "Moon! Moon, thank you for coming!"

"Of course. It’s lovely to see you." Moon slid his sunglasses down to peer at Violet, still sitting at the table. "And who's this lovely creature?"

Violet blushed and squirmed. "V-Violet."

Moon took her hand and gave it a kiss. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he purred. "You may call me Moon."

Violet blushed even deeper and giggled. Thistle felt dread crash over him. Oh no. This was the worst thing that could have happened. Moon is like this with everyone.

Marcy couldn’t hold it in any longer. She leaned over, grinning. "Moon, it's-"

Moon cut her off with a glare. "You may call me Mister Moon."

Wow, okay, so maybe not everyone. Marcy wrung her hands, enthusiasm shot. "Right, okay…. Mr. Moon, it's great to meet you. Thistle's told me about you."

Moon pointed at her with his cane. "Let me make something perfectly clear for you. I am not here for your entertainment. You are not to touch me, ever, nor my companions without explicit permission immediately beforehand. As long as I am in the room, there will always be a nearby window open, or some substitutable manner of egress. You are not to stop me from attempting to leave, and you are not to make demands of me. You are not to touch me, ever. Do I make myself clear?"

Marcy looked cowed and chastised. "Y-yes, sir."

"Moon," Thistle whispered. "You don't have to talk to Marcy that way. She's nice."

Moon turned away from Marcy. “Never hurts to set clear boundaries.”

Thistle mouthed Sorry to Marcy, and she shrugged.

“Well, Marcy is going to make sure everything goes smoothly, and that Severa really does stay nonviolent. Um, I’m sure she’d love to talk with you, Moon, but-”

Moon pointedly turned his back to Marcy and walked over to the table.

“Right,” Thistle said. “Um.” He skittered over to Marcy. “Sorry, Marcy,” he whispered. “I want you to have fun, too, but it might be better for you to hang back and not intervene unless someone is in physical danger.”

“Oh,” Marcy said, trying not to let it show how crushed she was. “Right. I’ll…I’ll observe.”

“I’m really sorry, it’s just-”

“No, no, I get it.” She was trying very, very hard to get it and just be happy to be an observer–it really was an incredible privilege very few other humans had ever gotten–but she felt herself getting more upset with Moon. Of course it made total sense for him to be standoffish around her–there was no telling what kinds of experiences he had in his past–but could she not even interact with Thistle freely when he was around? Surely he didn’t have the right to demand that?

She kept her eyes on him. His frame was broader than Thistle’s, more muscular, and Thistle barely came up past his waist. Thistle seemed…more at ease around him much more quickly than he had been with Marcy.

Don’t be jealous. Don’t be jealous of a guy eight inches tall. That’s too ridiculous.

More than that, she was burning with curiosity. She knew even less about him than Thistle did, even less about him than she knew about Jewel and Violet and Severa. It was a significant effort to not just reach out and brush her fingers against him. The temptation was real, but she knew the consequences would be dire.

His wings were beautiful, with eye spots. He smelled nice. He fanned his wings as he stepped forwards towards Jewel, getting on with the interrupted introductions. "And who might this strapping specimen be?"

Jewel flushed deep red and sank down into the water in his mug, averting his eyes. For someone who’d been teasing Thistle about having a crush, he’d gotten awfully quiet as soon as the attractive one had shown up.

"This is Jewel," Thistle said. "He's shy."

"I'm not shy!" Jewel burst out.

"Then say hello."

He looked nervously at Moon. "H-hello."

"There," Moon purred. "See, I don't bite."

Marcy cleared her throat. "Speaking of… It seems like everyone is here now. Should I bring her out? Is everyone ready?”

The creatures on the table scuttered to their seats. Moon took the seat to Thistle’s right, leaning his cane against the chair, while Violet sat at the end of the line.

That left the other half of the table empty. A gap big enough for the largest tiny person invited.

“I think we’re ready!” Thistle said, flashing her a thumbs-up.

“Ready,” Moon announced.

“Let’s go, I guess,” Violet said nervously.

Jewel glowered and crossed his arms. "Sooner it can be over, I guess."

Marcy walked into the pantry, leaving the tiny creatures alone.

“Why are we doing this again?” Jewel said.

“If I can form a connection with Severa, she might not need to hunt,” Thistle answered.

Moon was staring at him. Thistle shrunk under his gaze. “I just–I just think it’s worth trying to find some way she can live without killing people.”

Moon folded his hands on his lap. “That’s awfully noble of you.”

“I still think this is kinda stupid,” Violet muttered. “She’s a predator.”

“We can at least try!” Thistle insisted. “If you had to eat people to survive, I’m sure you’d love for someone to try and help you! She’s hurt and trapped and scared and she has no way to help herself! You’ve been there!”

Violet’s ears lay flat back against her head. “I-I guess.”

Thistle nervously looked back at Moon, searching for approval. Moon looked surprised, if anything. “You really mean it. You really have compassion for her despite being terrified of her.”

Thistle fidgeted with his fork, unsure if he should try to confirm or deny it. He certainly felt something, and there was definitely both compassion and terror in his maelstrom of emotions.

Marcy came back, mercifully cutting the train of conversation off. She set the cage on the table and said in awkward Pixish, “All right, Severa, ready to exit?”

Severa tentatively uncurled, looking up at Marcy, and nodded.

“Remember, if anyone says she goes back in, she goes back in,” Marcy said to the others in English. "I’ll grab her as soon as you give the word."

“Your kind certainly are good at grabbing,” Moon commented darkly.

Marcy waffled back and forth on how to handle the rude comment, before she decided to just ignore it and unlock the cage then lower the door open.

Severa hauled herself out of the cage, slithering her long body over the door. Despite their agreement, all the small creatures at the table fidgeted. Jewel’s eyes were wide. Violet flinched repeatedly. Thistle’s breathing picked up. Moon’s face was cool and collected, but his ears twitched.

Severa didn’t seem bothered. She curled her coils up underneath her to use as a seat. "Hello,” she announced. "I am Severa."

Thistle suddenly realized he would be stuck translating if he wanted Jewel and Violet to understand Severa. "She’s introducing herself."

“Uh, h-hey,” Jewel said in English. "I’m Jewel."

Violet opened her mouth to speak, then clamped it shut, grabbing the tablecloth.

“You may call me Moon,” Moon said in Pixish. He reached out and lifted her hand up as though to give it a kiss. She was the only one big enough to have hands significantly larger than his.

She looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “What are you doing?”

His eyes flickered up to her, eyebrows raised. He quickly turned her hand sideways to give it a handshake instead. “Just–just a greeting, darling!”

“He’s just being friendly,” Thistle said in Pixish. “These are my friends Jewel, Moon, and Violet.” They weren’t his friends yet, not really–he didn’t make any magic with them. But he was patient. He’d get there eventually. “Jewel and Violet only speak English. But I can translate for them.”

Severa nodded. "Thistle intends for us all to be friends. I am willing to give it a try, though I do not think it will work." She put her enormous, scaly hand on the table. "How do we have…a tea party?”

Thistle perked up. "Well, you sit around and talk nicely and drink tea and eat snacks." He switched to English. "I told her your names, and I’m explaining to her what a tea party is." He’d known this wouldn’t be easy, but he hadn’t even considered the logistical difficulties. He’d never had to serve as a translator before. This was going to be…cumbersome.

"Wonderful," Severa said. She never had any enthusiasm in her voice, or much emotion at all. "May I eat, or will that upset your little friends?"

"Yes, go ahead!" He switched to English. "Everyone take some yummy snacks now! Dig in!"

"Finally," Jewel complained. He took a cake and bit into it. He got sparkles in his eyes immediately. It looked like he was about to cry, enraptured by the taste.

"You've never had cake before?" Thistle asked.

Jewel shook his head.

"Well…what do you think?"

Jewel swallowed quickly, face burning. "It's….fine." He quickly reached over and took two more.

Thistle beamed. “Yeah, it’s– Violet!"

Violet had been shoving food into her pack without even eating any of it. "What? You said we could have the food!"

"To enjoy with each other! Not hoard for later!"

"I'ma borrower! We hoard and save for later! It’s kinda our whole thing!”

Severa reached out towards the table, and everyone fell silent. Her enormous hand dipped into the bowl holding the mealworms and emerged holding one of the wriggling creatures. She simply opened her mouth and swallowed it whole, in one smooth motion.

Thistle tried to convince himself it wasn’t scary. He reached into the bowl and took one of his own. He bit the head off–that was as big of a bite as he could get. We’re not so different. See? We even eat the same food! She’s just big enough to eat the whole thing in one bite! Oh God oh God oh God-

“Is it working?” Thistle said, voice shrill. “Does anyone feel anything?”

Violet’s tail thrashed. Jewel nibbled on his cakes, rendered speechless. Moon lifted his teacup up and spoke in English. “I feel thirsty. I thought this was a tea party? Hm?” He waggled the cup.

“R-right! Marcy, can you pour the tea?”

Marcy’s mind was filled with horrible images of her spilling the hot liquid all over the tiny people at the table. Don’t think about it, don’t spill it, holy shit. She took the teapot in the center of the miniature table and brought it over to herself, then filled it with tea from the larger teapot.

“There you go,” she said, setting it back. “Enjoy!”

Moon ignored her and picked up the miniature teapot, pouring himself a cup. “My, this smells delicious! I haven’t had tea in ages–not since I lived with those borrowers back in Louisville.”

Violet’s tail curled upwards. “You lived with borrowers?”

“Yes, indeed! And I know what you’re thinking, how could that have possibly worked? Considering our, ah…” He gestured to Violet, tracing an imaginary line from her head to his. “Differences.”

“Wha’sthasupposestamean?” she demanded.

“I’m simply referring to the fact that I’m nearly thrice your size, darling.”

Violet looked a bit mollified.

“But to answer the question, I simply used magic to make myself smaller!”

“You can do that?” Jewel said, astonished. “The most I can do is make myself look like a fish, but I don’t actually turn into one.”

“Yes, I know a number of spells I can use to modify my appearance!”

Thistle’s mind ran off with that thought. Was this…was this what Moon actually looked like?

"What is he saying?" Severa said.

"He, uh, he said he lived with borrowers for a while, and he can do magic to alter his appearance, including shrinking himself down."

“That’s fascinating,” Severa said, voice as flat as ever. “All of my magic is for helping me hunt.”

Moon looked nervous. “Erm…right.”

“Although I suppose for certain kinds of creatures-”

“That’s enough about hunting,” Moon said. “Magic is fascinating, and it has many uses beyond hunting.”

"You don't have to be scared," Thistle whispered to Moon. "Marcy will stop her if she tries to hunt us."

Severa took the teapot and poured some into her cup. “You know, Thistle,” she said, lifting the cup in her enormous hand. She was able to fully close her hand around it. “I’m surprised you’re so tense around me, but perfectly at ease around Moon, considering he’s an ukubó.”

There it was again. A word he’d never heard before in Pixish. Thistle was faced now more than ever with the realization that his knowledge was limited to whatever his hive had known about magic, and whatever knowledge gaps Mother’d had, he now had as well.

Whatever the meaning of the word, Moon didn’t seem to like it. He stood up, slamming his hands on the table and rattling everything on it. “Do not say that in front of them,” he growled.

Thistle, Violet, and Jewel drew back fearfully.

“They don’t know what it means,” Severa said, amused. She lifted her teacup to her mouth and took a sip. "Two of them don't even speak Pixish."

Had…had Severa just called Moon a slur or something? “Severa, please be nice,” Thistle whispered. He’d have to ask later what that word meant.

Her mouth turned up in a wry smile. “Fine.”

Hackles still raised, Moon sat down.

"What exactly is going on?" Jewel said, irritated. "You're all just yelling at each other in Pixish."

"Sorry," Thistle said. "I think Severa called Moon a rude name or something."

"...huh, I didn't expect her to attack us emotionally."

Moon crossed his arms. “But, yes, to get back to the point, I’ve interacted with a number of species of magical creatures and learned a number of magical spells.”

“Well lah-de-dah,” Jewel said, burying his nose in his teacup. “Mr. Cool Guy over here. Thinks just because he smells nice he’s God’s gift to the table.”

“He does smell nice!” Violet piped up. “Like hickory and cured meats and cheeses!”

Questioning eyes fell on her. “What?” Jewel said. “No he doesn’t. He smells salty, like ocean water.”

“That’s you,” Violet insisted.

Moon’s frame shook with laughter, and he leaned in towards Thistle. “What do I smell like to you, my dear?”

“You smell like…honeysuckle. Wildflowers.”

Moon smiled, eyes soft. “You all have discovered my pheromones.”

“Ph…eremones?”

He picked up a cube of cheese and weighed it in his hand. “I smell different to everyone. It has to do with my magic, you see.”

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a grappling hook catching on the table and distant grunting sounds.

Violet leapt out of her seat and rushed to the end of the table, peering over it. Of course it was Petunia hanging from the line of the grappling hook, shimmying her way up it in her prettiest dress.

“Petunia, get down!” Violet shouted. “Go back and play!”

“No!” Petunia shouted back. “I’m coming to the party!”

Severa uncoiled herself and slithered away from the table. Marcy hesitantly raised her hands as though to stop her, but nobody told her to, so she didn’t. She let Severa go over to the edge and lean over to look down. Violet’s knees buckled, and she fell, shuffling away from Severa but refusing to leave the grappling hook.

What Petunia saw was her sister’s face looking down at her, then the much larger face of a scaled predator leaning into her field of view. She froze halfway up the line, letting out a scared meep.

“You-you see!” Violet yelled. “It’s dang’rous! Get back!”

Petunia’s gaze stayed frozen on Severa. Severa stared back, eyes misty, tears brimming. “Oh, oh my God,” she breathed. “That baby is so small. Whose baby is that?”

Thistle got up and got between Severa and Violet. “That’s Petunia,” Thistle said. “She’s Violet’s little sister. They don’t have parents. Violet is taking care of her.”

“No parents?” Severa said, heartbroken. She put her hand over her heart. “Can…Can I hold her?”

Thistle bit his lip. He already knew what the answer was going to be, but he had to translate it anyway. “Violet, she’s asking if she can hold Petunia.”

“What!” Violet stood up ramrod straight, fur on end. “No! Definitely not!”

“Violet, if she wanted to hurt Petunia, she wouldn’t ask to hold her.”

“Maybe it’s just to get her up on the table.”

“She wants to hold me?” Petunia’s distant voice said. She cautiously restarted climbing up the rope. “Everyone else is up there and nothing bad happened!”

“Please,” Severa said desperately. “I would never hurt a child. Please let me hold her.”

It suddenly clicked for Thistle. She had an egg due. Either she was hormonal, or she had a soft spot for children. Maybe this could be the key. This was the first time she’d expressed any strong emotions about anything at all. Even during hunting her general demeanor had been passive chagrin and dull acceptance of the situation at hand.

“I can’t,” Violet said, starting to cry. “I can’t let Petunia get so close to a predator. I can’t. Thistle, even if your humans are here to watch, they won’t be able to stop her in time if she hurts Petunia while she’s holdin’ her.”

That…was a very good point. Thistle had no counterargument. “Okay, you’re right about that… But what if we just let Petunia come up on the table? She doesn’t have to get close. Severa’s been here long enough that we can see she’s not going to just ballistic for no reason.”

Severa kneaded her hand, still looking at Petunia.

Violet hesitated. “All…all right. But only if Teddy comes and sits at the table too.”

“No,” Moon said instantly. “Having one human here is bad enough.”

“Would you all just calm down!” Thistle said, stomping. “Nothing is even happening. I’m the one she tried to kill, not any of you! And none of the humans in this house have done anything except try to be supportive right now!”

Moon flushed and turned away. Violet fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and muttered.

Petunia’s little hands finally appeared at the edge of the table, dragging herself up. She wound her grappling hook line behind her. “I’m here!”

Severa made a motion to start towards her, but Thistle stood in front of her, despite his own hands shaking with fear. “Severa, wait.” Marcy is here, Marcy would stop her if she attacked.

She stopped, eyes still on Petunia. “I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“I believe you, but Violet is uncomfortable with you holding her.”

Severa flexed her hand, looking anxious to interact with Petunia.

“Violet?” Thistle prompted.

Violet’s head swung from Thistle to Severa to Petunia. “I…Okay, she can sit at the table. But she has to be at the seat farthest from her.”

“Thank you,” Thistle breathed, having no idea how to resolve this otherwise. “I promise she’ll be safe.” He turned to Severa. “How about you sit at the table together for a while before we talk about holding her?”

Severa backed up slightly, coils wrapping around herself. “Yes. Okay. Thank you.”

The small creatures all cautiously retook their seats. “Everything okay?” Marcy whispered.

Thistle flashed her two thumbs up. “Everything’s cool, calm, and copacetic!”

Petunia dashed over, giggling happily, and clambered up into Violet’s lap. The poof of her dress crinkled against the table. “Vivi! Look at all the food!”

“Yes,” Violet said cautiously. “You can have some.”

Petunia opened her bag and started shoveling food in. Ah. Well, Thistle wasn’t going to tell Petunia not to do that.

Severa watched the tiny borrower, her expression now completely different. She had a soft glow about her. She was smiling. “Your dress is very pretty.”

Thistle translated. “She said your dress is pretty.”

Petunia perked up. “Yay! Thank you, thank you! Your ribbon is nice.”

Thistle translated. Severa reached a hand up and stroked her hair ribbon. “I’m not sure why I wear it. I suppose it feels nice, sometimes, to feel beautiful, instead of only destroying beautiful things.”

Thistle’s skin crawled. Every time he’d almost managed to start forgetting Severa’s true nature, he was reminded of it somehow. He decided to only translate the Thank you.

Moon cleared his throat. “So tell us more about yourself, Severa. Do you have any children of your own?”

Thistle certainly hoped not, because they would have been keeping her from them the past few days. “No,” she answered, much to his relief. “Though not for lack of trying. My first hatchling starved to death, because I was a poor hunter at the time. Inexperienced. My second disappeared from my nest at the hands of a predator while I was away. My third egg was laid premature, small and feeble, and when it hatched it was not strong enough to survive. I’ve held off on mating for a while after that, since I could not take any more heartbreak.”

“Oh?” Moon said. “That’s tragic. I’m so sorry.”

Thistle privately thought it wasn’t tragic at all for there to be fewer nagas in the world, but he did have to admit the idea of innocent babies dying was sad, of course. Theoretically. In reality, he was struggling to detach himself from the hivemind way of thinking–that he shouldn’t feel bad about someone dying if they were a threat to the hive.

But he wasn’t with his hive anymore, he was with Marcy, and Severa wasn’t a threat to her.

Severa’s gaze came over and burned into Thistle. “But I do have an egg due soon, now. I hope it will be different from the others, but I do not have much hope. I need lots of magic to produce a healthy egg.”

“Right…” Thistle hadn’t felt the spark of magic he knew meant he was making a connection with someone else. Severa was just too scary. It was easy to say you were friends. It was harder to actually do it. You couldn’t fake it. You could lie to yourself, but you couldn’t lie to magic.

Severa picked up her teacup agitatedly. “Perhaps your plan would work, Thistle, if I were allowed to hold the baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Thistle said. “Violet doesn’t want you to.”

Severa slammed her cup down. “I would not hurt a child! I have never hurt a child! You act like I am a monster!”

You ARE a monster, Thistle wanted to say, but he didn’t, of course. “I’m sorry.”

“Uhh, Thistle,” Jewel said nervously. “What’s happening?”

Severa’s tongue flicked in and out, and her sides heaved as she hissed in air. “We both know this isn’t going to work. I’m going to die, and you’re not even going to let me hold the baby before I die. And for what?”

Marcy’s hands crept closer, alarmed by the visible increase in agitation.

“Severa,” Thistle squeaked. “Please. It’s not going to work if you get mad at me.”

“It’s not going to work at all!” Severa got up, leaning over the table at Thistle. “We both know that! You are trying to defy the natural order of things! You are foolish and naive! To think I could be anything other than a killer, a predator! I am hungry! And not for companionship!”

She lunged. Jewel splashed back in his cup, Violet grabbed Petunia and darted away, and Moon threw himself at Thistle to push him out of the way.

She didn’t reach him, though: Marcy’s hand closed around her, yanking her up into the air.

Severa writhed in her grip, squeezed her wrist. Petunia cried loudly. Severa stopped and looked down at the little girl, tears in her eyes.

“I wouldn’t hurt a child,” she insisted.

Still sobbing in fear, Petunia got up and scampered away, Violet not far behind.

“Come back,” Severa wept. “Come back. Please. If I could just hold a baby one more time, I could die happy.”

“Okay, teaparty over,” Marcy declared. “Sorry.”

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The Surprising Meeting

Over time, the new road was constructed and completed. When the road was done and vehicles were allowed to drive on it, that meant it was time for a stake-out. Ginger, Bunty and Mac were on the beach trying to see what was happening on the mainland. Mac gloomily states that it was only a matter of time before the humans showed up. Somehow she must have known that the safety they've felt for so long wouldn't last for long. Mac and Ginger looked through binoculars to get a closer look, just like they did back on Tweedy's Farm. As they peered through the binoculars, they see a large truck wound its way along the new road. It had a colorful logo on the side that said FUN-LAND FARMS. There was a picture of a happy-looking chicken sitting in a bucket, doing a happy 'thumbs-up' sign. There was also the sound of clucking birds coming from inside the truck.

Ginger frowned at the sight and the sound, believing that humans are taking chickens to some kind of chicken farm. That's when our island queen lowered the binoculars and got a serious look on her face. Bunty starts to worry, saying that she hasn't seen that particular look in a long while. She tries to tell her friend that she can't right all the world's wrongs. However, this apparently falls on deaf ears because Ginger states that there will be a meeting tonight and to spread the word. Then she heads back to the village. Bunty looks at Mac; she knew Ginger very well and she knew that her friend would stop at nothing to fight back against any humans who threatened them. Our muscle-bound hen says what we can all agree from this, "Here we go again." 😏

The meeting was arranged for the town hall that very night and Molly could see from her bedroom window that all the chickens were gathering at that very moment. Our island princess goes downstairs to see Ginger getting herself ready to go to the meeting. She asks her mother some pretty serious questions like, "What's going on?", "Why can't I go up my tree anymore?", and "What's this meeting about?" Ginger tries very hard to think about something to tell her daughter. Then she comes up with an excuse that there's some quite big wasps up the tree this year; Molly looks at her mother in disbelief.

Ginger also tells Molly that she needs her to stay home and look after her father. Both island queen and princess turn to see Rocky trying to swat a moth away from their hanging light, but our island king loses his balance and falls off his stool, painfully saying he's good. We all know he's not 🤕. Molly starts to cheer up a bit, suggesting that her dad can tell her a story while her mom's out. Ginger smiles, agreeing with her daughter's idea. Then our island queen bids her big, brave girl goodnight, kisses her on the cheek and heads off to the meeting. As Ginger leaves, Molly runs up the stairs giggling and Rocky wishes his wife good luck with the meeting.

Once father and daughter were alone together, Rocky calls out to Molly, asking her what she wants to do as she comes back downstairs. Molly then holds up a large poster, suggesting to her dad that he could tell about it. It was Rocky's old circus poster with ROCKY THE FLYING ROOSTER on it, the same one that Rocky packed away the day Molly had hatched. Our island king is taken aback; he tries to convince his daughter that the rooster on the poster wasn't him. However, Molly is smarter than she seems. She looks at Rocky, then she looks at the poster and then she gives her dad a knowing look. They were clearly the one and the same rooster. Rocky caves in, saying that the rooster in the poster is him but it was a long time ago. Our dashing rooster then gazes at his poster, probably remember how different his life as a Lone Free Ranger was back then. Molly raises her eyebrows, convincing her dad to continue. Rocky then brightens up, stating that it's actually a pretty good story. Our island king then starts to tell his little princess all about his exciting adventures as a Lone Free Ranger. Those were the days when he lived in the circus and was shot into the sky from a cannon. He was living the life, free as a bird. This is going to come back to haunt Rocky. He's soon going to wish he'd never told Molly any of those stories.

Meanwhile at the town hall, all the chickens gathered around, chattering anxiously about what was happening on the mainland. At that moment, Ginger arrived and walked up to the podium with her serious look. Bunty is in one corner of the hall with Mac, Babs and Fowler with her arms crossed and frowning, knowing that when Ginger's got that look, she'll probably have them all charging right into the fray. Babs nervously says she doesn't want to charge into any frays since she's fray-phobic. Classic Babs 😂. Ginger then calls out to the crowd to settle down to make her annoucement.

Our island queen goes over what they already know: the new road and the trucks taking chickens to what looks like some kind of farm. Some of the chickens start to panic a little; one chicken named Beryl even laid an egg. Ginger calms them down again and continues with her announcement: that from their past experiences, they know what this new threat can mean. It's something that they just can't ignore and that they all only have one choice. Throughout this, the panic started up again and begins to get worse with each time Ginger gets more intense. Babs unknowingly knitted a blue masterpiece with a chicken skull and cross bones on it; she's obviously terrified with the news and tries to hide behind it, not wanting to hear their only choice. But surprisingly, Ginger says that their only choice is to hide.

Everyone is shocked silent. Even Mac, Babs, Bunty and Fowler were surprised. This wasn't the bold and brave Ginger they knew. One chicken suggested that by hide, it means like pretending that they're not there; Ginger agrees. There was more silence and then the crowd erupts in loud cheering. This didn't sound dangerous at all. All the chickens were cheering except for Mac. Our Scottish hen knows her best friend too well and this whole hiding plan was definitely not in her nature. Ginger explained how they could hide from the humans on the mainland by making a huge leafy screen to block the chickens from their view. The chickens left the meeting happily, ready to start to work right away, leaving Ginger in the hall. Even though old Fowler was used to facing up to the enemy, he tries to be enthusiastic about the plan. He walks alongside Babs calling this plan Operation Lie-Low; our ditzy hen states she likes lie-lows, especially the stripy ones 😂.

As Ginger watches the chickens leave, she's hoping she made the right choice for everyone even though it's usually not like her. Mac walks up to her best friend asking about her welfare, knowing that it's not like her to shy away from danger. Ginger knows that she would rather face the humans and stop the threat against chicken kind, but things are not the same as they once were. Now that she is married to Rocky and they have Molly to think about, she cannot risk their freedom by venturing into a world that finds chickens so delicious. They all have spend so long trying to escape from Tweedy's Farm to freedom for a better life and now that they have, they're not about to lose it at the hands of humans once again.

Our island queen had had a change of perspective now that she's a wife and a mother. She's trying so hard to protect her family and all her friends, even if it means shying away from danger instead of facing it like she used to. There are times when we think we made the right choice because it's easy, but sometimes the easy choice is not always the right one. However, I just hope that Ginger's decision to hide from the humans is a good one. 🤔

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