#I’m just gonna go over here and become one with the moss

[galaxymagick]

240422 instastory | ©leo_jungtw 노란꽃보고 오늘도 힘내! ‘card’ ~ 깊고 진하게 사랑한다

look at the yellow flowers, and cheer up today too! ‘card’ ~ I love you deeply

[lunajay33]

Why Me?

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Summary: Bella and Y/n are twins but when Bella and Renee moved away you stayed with Charlie always growing closer with the people around La push, but when Bella comes back it’s like everything is flipped around, Bella becomes distant obsessed with the cullens, you find solace with the guys at the beach but things change after the first year and suddenly you’re all alone, will anyone come back, will Paul your best friend, your forever crush come save you from depression

Pairing: Paul Lahote x f!reader

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts

Part.2

•Masterlist•

It was a simple life in forks but I loved it this is where I’m meant to be, I can’t explain it but it calls to me, the rainy weather, the cool breeze, the calm beach at La push, even my group of friends made my life feel complete

Plus I had dad or as Bella called him, Charlie, after mom and Bella left when I was only 4 it was usually just the two of us, suppers out at the cafe or cozy nights at Jacob’s as they watched the game, I kept him a float after the devastating heart break even thought I was young, mom tried to take me with them the night everything happened but I held on to dad screaming for him to keep me, and here we are today just me and him it was perfect everything was exactly how it should be, then we got the call Bella was moving back I was nervous at first I haven’t seen her since she stopped visiting years ago

“I’ll be back later, be safe and if you go out leave a note okay sweetie?” Dad stated as he picked up the keys to his police cruiser

“Okay dad! Drive safe” we shared a hug before he left leaving me alone and anytime I was free I’d either walk through the forest behind my house or hang out at the beach with Paul or Jacob

I pulled on a coat and hiking boots heading to the over grown trees lining the backyard, the weather is not too cold but it’s still over cast, the trees are lined with a thick moss the ground littered with pine cones and varying animals tracks

Sometimes I’d find Paul trying to blow off steam out here so hopefully I’ll come across him today needing my best friend right now with all the stress I’ve been feeling about Bella’s return

After a bit more walking I heard groaning as I approached the cliff we sometimes would hang out on, I rounded a tree and saw Paul sitting there huffing and puffing, he’s always had anger issues growing up but I was always there for him and for some reason I was the only one to calm him down

Silently I sat next to him laying my head on his shoulder his arm instinctly wrapping around my waist quickly finding comfort in each others company

“Remember when we were nine and you were so angry that Jacob took my ice cream, you pushed him into a puddle and got me a new ice cream and I had to keep you calm away from Jake the rest of my party” I stated laughing remember how cute he was and that’s the day my crush on him started which grew over the years but I’d never tell him that, I can’t risk what I have with him

He sighed squeezing my hip his breathing calming down

“I couldn’t help it you were so excited all day for your ice cream and that look in your face when he took it mad me so mad, you know I hate seeing you upset”

“Don’t get soft on me Lahote” he huffed out a laugh

“What’s wrong Paul? Anything I can do to help?” I asked finally looking up at him

He looked hesitant his eyes looking anywhere but me, I drew my hand through his long beautiful black hair trying to ease his worries

“Just a lot lately, things with the older tribe members don’t worry about it, how about you Bella’s coming today you still nervous?”

“Yeah what if we’re not like how we were as kids, what if she doesn’t like me anymore I mean I know I can be a burden sometimes but I just want my sister”

“Hey what did I tell you about talking about yourself like that, she’s gonna love you and you’re not a burden why do you think the guys and everyone around you loves you?”

Sometimes when he’d get sweet talking like this it only made me love him more, feeling the blush spread across my cheeks I pushed his arm playfully trying to hide my feelings

“You’ll always be here for me right Paul, even when we both have stuff going on you’ll be here?” My hands fiddling together

“Always”

It’s been a week since Bella’s moved back and it’s been nice, we reconnected and talked before bed most nights just catching up on everything, and it was nice to have a friend at school now, I never really had friend at the forks school, I tried but no one ever bothered, plus all my friends down at La push is better than anyone here

Sitting at my usual lunch table by the windows I glance over seeing Bella with her whole new table of friends, she said she’d sit with me if it bothered me to be alone but I didn’t want to get in the way of her making new friends plus I saw how she’d rather be with them it was the perfect spot to look at the cullens, who she’d make goggly eyes at every lunch

But the day dragged on as usual but when that final bell rang I was free, I ran out the door heading straight to where Paul usually parked to pick me up but he wasn’t there which was strange he was never late

“Hey y/n do you need a ride?” Bella called from a few spots down waiting at her truck

“Oh ummm no I should be fine maybe he’s just running late” I waved her off just hoping he was okay

I sat on the stairs watching as the cars emptied the parking lot one by one till there was no one but me and the setting sun

I sighed realizing he wasn’t coming so I started walking home, once I got through the door I dialed Paul on the house phone my heart beating anxiously

The tones rang one after another but no answer so I called Jacob instead and of course he answered immediately

“Hello Black residence” his chipper voice always made me smile he was such a sweet guy

“Hi Jake it’s y/n Paul didn’t pick me up today and I was wondering do you know if he’s okay?”

“Oh no I haven’t heard…..” I heard a mumbled voice behind him then the voice changed

“Who is this?” And I recognized that voice it was Sam Uley

“Hey Sam it’s me y/n swan! Ummm sorry if I interrupted something I was just calling worried about Paul, have you seen him around?”

“Oh he’s gonna be under the weather for a while he’s caught a stomach bug, we don’t wanna risk you getting sick too”

“Can I visit just to drop off soup or something?” My heart ached knowing what he’d say

“I’m sorry honey not yet, it’ll be awhile just give him time”

“But……but he’s my best friend” my voice wavered haven’t never being apart from him for a long period of time there was this pull to him I always felt so being apart felt…….wrong

“Just give it time honey, I’ve gotta go, goodnight” and with that he hung up the phone felt heavy in my hand

I’ve seen Paul every day since he got his licence, he’s a year older so when he got it he promised to pick me up everyday to make sure I was safe, Bella can drive me now but it’s not the same after a long day I’d get in his truck and cuddle up to his side and drive down to the beach and relax

“Sweetie why are you crying?” Dad broke me out of my thoughts as he hung up the phone

“Oh it’s nothing just���.pauls sick I’m just worried”

“That kid is strong he’ll be just fine” he smiled patting my shoulder before he got a soda from the fridge

The days dragged on and I thought he’d atleast pick up the phone when I called or even call me but nothing, not a word and now a month has gone by I thought I’d have Bella but she quickly became all involved with Edward Cullen, the older member of the tribe weren’t quite fond of their family they told me stories but I thought it was all just legends never thinking too much about them

So now without Bella and Paul I was alone, my world felt flipped upside down, everything use tk be perfect but now I felt ripped of who I was, I fell hollow, drained, the all crushing depression, I can’t sleep evident by the dark circles under my eyes, I can barely eat shown by the hollows covering my body and the clothes that hung on my body, I felt like I’m dying, I’m fading

I’ve never been through a break up but this can’t be how it feels this has to be something different, something more painful

School was like hell, even worse than before, Bella convinced me some days to sit with her and the cullens and Alice was always trying to cheer me up but nothing was ever permanent

I picked at my rice as Emmett bragged about how he beat Edward in a baseball game

“Still not feeling well?” Jasper asked next to me, the first time I’ve ever heard him speak

“I think somethings wrong with me, I think I’m dying” everyone stopped what they were talking about and eyes were on me but I didn’t care anymore

“Why would you say that y/n?” Alice spoke

I sighed excusing myself from the table walking away, they couldn’t understand but maybe the elders could, I called dad and he said he’d be at the school to pick me up seeing as work was going slow

A few minutes later the cruiser pulled up and I got in the front seat

“Sick again?” He asked worry written all over his face

I’ve been calling him to pick me up from school a lot, either from spells of nausea throwing up or just the overwhelming depression

“Can you take me to Emily’s?” She was like a aunt to me always so sweet and that’s what I needed right now

“Of course sweetie” the drive was silent until we pulled into the gravel drive way seeing Sam and Emily step out

“Try and relax okay, I’ll pick you up whenever you’d like just call” I managed a smile and got out seeing him drive away

I walked up the porch steps straight into Emily’s arms

“Oh honey what’s happened we haven’t seen you in so long” she said stepping back taking in my clearly broken and sick appearance, the baggy brown hoodie that use to fit relative tight and some ratty sweat pants, my hair pulled into two messy braids

“Somethings wrong Emily, I didn’t know who else to ask” finally letting the tears stream down my face, she squeezed my hands giving Sam a desperate look as she led me inside

I sat on the couch as she dropped a fluffy blanket over my legs telling Sam to make me a hot chocolate

“What’re you feeling hun? How did all this start” her voice always soothed me

“I can’t eat or sleep, I can’t feel it’s like I’m hollow inside and it hurts, not just emotionally I physically get sick all the time, dad brought me to the doctors and they say nothing is medically wrong” Sam placed the drink on the table infront of me and sat next to Emily on the couch across from me

“When did this all start?” He asked

“The day Paul left me, I know it sounds crazy but…….its likes a piece of me died when he stopped coming around” they looked at eachother with knowing looks

“You’re not crazy”

“Then what? Do you know what’s wrong with me?” I ask almost pleading

“I might, how about you and Emily catch up and rest, I’ll be back soon” and with that he left leaving me confused

The sun started setting and I didn’t want to bother Emily more that needed

“I think I’m gonna head home, thanks for having me today” I said pulling on my coat at the door

“Do you want me to call Charlie it’s a long walk hun”

“Oh no I’m…..I need some air I’ll be fine”

“Okay but be safe and call me when you get home so I know everything okay?”

“Okay Em” I faked a smile and left feeling the cool breeze hit me, but I lied theres no going home this time, I’m going to where I last had him, the cliffs

The walk was long and cold but when I finally made it the moon was shining bright over head, dropping to my knees I cried and cried until there was no more tears left

What was the point anymore he’s never coming back so this pain will never go away I feel like I’m fading away anyways

Standing up I neared the cliff edge the sea breeze blowing up from far below

“Maybe in another life I’ll find you Paul” then a quick breeze whooshed past my body opening my eyes I wasn’t at the cliff anymore but in the deep forest

Emmett Cullen right infront of me, confused and upset I step away crossing my arms over my chest

“Emmett why would you stop me, what’re you even doing here” I sigh wanting to just scream

“What the hell were you thinking, why would you try to kill yourself what about Bella what about Charlie?”

“It hurts so much Emmett can you just make it go away, I wanna be okay again”

“This isn’t suppose to happen to you, you’re suppose to be Bella’s sweet shy sister” he sighs pulling me into a tight cold hug, nothing like how it felt with Paul

“Not anymore Em”

“Do you wanna come over I can make you anything you want and I can make a cozy spot for you infront of the fire place”

“Oh I couldn’t impose like that”

“If Bella’s family now so are you” before I could agree a growl rumbled through the trees

Turning a grey wolf the size of a mini van emerged from the trees its eyes piercing at Emmett

“Emmett what do we do?” I ask scared gripping his arm

“Calm down you’ll be okay just trust me okay”

“O…okay” and the next second he was gone in the blink of an eye

He left me, I turn back to the wolf that no longer growled but was whining, getting closer it laid down infront of me nudging my leg with its snout, suddenly the fear dissapeared

I lean down and cautiously rubbed my hand through its soft fur hearing it grumble, sitting in front of it it moved forward laying its head across my lap completely covering it

“You’re quite beautiful, like a gentle giant” rubbing its fur helped sooth me bringing me back to reality of what I almost did tonight

“I can’t believe I almost ended it all tonight, he’ll come back to me soon right? I’ll be happy again someday won’t I?”

I licked at my hand whining

“He promised he wouldn’t leave me, he always said he’d protect me and he always made me happy I don’t know what to do without him”

The wolf got up motioning to get on it back and for some reason I didn’t think twice about it, hopping on I held onto its next as it made its way down the path back the way I came

Right back to Emily’s house

More parts coming soon!!

Taglist: @lilredcamaro14 @cvmtitss @larissa01-blog2

[xamiipholia]

okay y'all seemed to like the last one so here's a few more Horizon 3 thoughts:

Aloy won’t die. It would completely upend the series’ themes and just be really nihilistic.

Since Nemesis is a gestalt entity I think it’s a safe bet that we’ll see Sam Witwer, Carrie-Anne Moss, etc again. I’m curious how they’re going to do it because at least structurally, it’s basically a reaper. Maybe it’ll use different Avatars when communicating like the Leviathan in ME3. 

It's gonna take some work to make a flashback/dream/vision not contrived but I would love to see Varl and Rost again. I think we deserve that.

Minerva is gonna have its work cut out for it blocking access to both the dormant Faro Swarm and the ZD terraforming system. 

I wouldn’t be surprised if Nemesis has some sort of corruption function that becomes the equivalent of the corruption in HZD. It would be a really fun tech showcase if GG uses Zenith nanotech for machine corruption and leans into mechanical body horror.

If we’re going to Ban-Ur I really really hope they do the work to make the Banuk less problematic and more fleshed out as a culture. A quasi-Spartan society absolutely would not survive in an extreme environment, *especially* without megafauna to hunt. The Banuk characters are lovely and well-written; they deserve a society as well thought out as the Utaru or Carja. I’m honestly fine if there’s retcons or revamps to the cultural lore because the whole “outsider barges in and becomes chief” is rooted in racist, colonial tropes and we just don’t really need that imo.

The most recent footage of Death Stranding 2 (also running on Decima) has me SO excited for the visuals. GG’s gonna knock it out. The facial rendering and animation that Kojima Productions are doing looks industry-peak and I’m sure GG’s gonna match that. Aloy’s Gay Panic™️ scene on the beach in HBS is already top-tier nonverbal storytelling through animation. Digital Foundry actually just posted a really cool tech breakdown of the current Decima engine. I’m especially excited about the environmental stuff. The ocean simulations in HFW are already incredible and I hope they increase verticality in the world. I can’t wait to see the Sacred Lands in current gen graphics. 

I really love Kotallo’s DIY arm and it’s so so important to his development but Beta and Gaia now have access to Zenith nanotech, maybe give your buddy a sick upgrade hmm?

Speaking of, I can’t wait to see Beta come into her own. She’s one of the best parts of HFW and Aloy’s character absolutely shines in a sibling dynamic. 

I wouldn’t get your hopes up for a romance mechanic. Everyone’s feelings on that aside, it would be really odd from a game development perspective to just overhaul part of how the narrative develops Aloy’s character in the last act of the story. Yeah, there are flashpoints but I would argue that the presence of choice in Horizon is smoke and mirrors- cosmetic at best. Kentucky Route Zero (which you should play) does something similar where the player is given a certain amount of control over the substance of individual conversations and scenarios and it does absolutely nothing to alter the plot, by design. I think it’s the same here - this isn’t really a choice-based RPG, the flashpoints don’t really affect anything plot-wise or for Aloy’s character development. Olin is still out of the story, Nil lives, Regalla still dies one way or another. Aloy’s character development is pretty firmly on rails (think Jin Sakai, not Shepard - you get to guide some momentary character reactions but that’s it). I don’t think HBS is a testing ground either - If they were gonna introduce a romance mechanic I think they’d just do it, and not spend two years making a direct continuation of HFW’s main quest and establishing a specific romance hard-baked into the plot, complete with multiple leitmotifs for the character relationship (which is something they haven’t done before afaik) just to introduce a side quest mechanic coming in 5 years. I genuinely can’t think of any game or dev that has beta tested a major alteration to upcoming game mechanics that way - it doesn’t really make any sense in terms of developer resources, and these games are extremely time-consuming to make. I know this is a thing a bunch of people want and I can totally empathize with that! I just think it’s probably not on the table. 

I would bet money the series will bookend itself and the epilogue will involve a) the naming of Zo and Varl’s kid and b) Lis’ pendant. 

Mostly I'm just looking forward to being surprised. One of my favorite things that Horizon does is use carefully established elements in the world to pull the plot in unexpected directions and keeping the world grounded while they lean into speculative science fiction. I can't wait to see what Guerrilla is cooking up

[inoreuct]

Since it’s spooky season, may I request a demon Sanji offering Zoro some food?

i was supposed to post this for friday the 13th, but it got way more dramatic than i planned… thank you for the ask!

Y’know, when Sanji became a demon, he hadn’t expected to have to deal with moss infestations. 

He is aware that that sounds rather ridiculous and makes little to no sense. The long and short of it is, he got himself cursed. Dumb, yes, he’s aware of that too, but how was he supposed to have known that the rare herb garden he’d stepped into was guarded by a territorial (and rather unhinged, in his humble opinion) occultist?

But as far as curses go, this one really isn’t so bad. Sanji had just sort of… accepted it, after a while, and it certainly hadn’t hurt that the whole becoming a demon gig came with its own massive underworld castle filled with invisible servants. He shudders, peering into a mirror and brushing an invisible speck of dust from his horns. He could have been turned into a goat, or something. How the hell would he cook if he was a goat?

Back to the topic at hand, he has a visitor. A human, of all things! Wandering about the underworld! Sanji’s scrying bowl had offered him a view of short green hair and three swords hanging from a belt, and honestly? He doesn’t know what to make of it, and now the man is hovering in his entryway, poking at a 6th century vase that Sanji is fairly sure holds some Roman emperor’s dead body. He checks his reflection one last time, sucking at his teeth before he phases into shadow, hovering just outside the edges of the foyer. The flames of the candelabra flicker in an invisible wind and the man whip his head around, looking for a threat that isn’t there— 

And Sanji coalesces right behind him. “Hello, little huma— Ack!” A sword swings for his neck in the space of a breath and he leans back on instinct, not putting much effort into it—

The tip nicks his throat and draws blood.

Sanji’s eyes go wide. Oh, this just got interesting.

Regular blades can’t hurt him. Can’t even touch him; they pass right through his form like he’s made of liquid shadow, but he feels this cut. The faint sting, the hot trickle over his tendons, the smell of his own blood thick in the air. He hadn’t even heard the sword unsheathe.

The man is backing away, eyes wild; Sanji huffs a laugh and melts into the shadow again, reappearing just in time for the man to bump into him with a loud swear. Sanji needs to stop calling him The Man. “What’s your name?”

The Man scowls as he holds his sword ready, and it pulls at the vertical scar over his left eye. “Like hell I’ll tell you. I’m not gonna let you use me for whatever— witchy shit you wanna do.”

Sanji raises an unimpressed brow. “First of all, I’m a demon, not a witch. And second, it doesn’t work like that. You need my name for spells and such.” 

“Which is?”

“Now why would I tell you?” He grins, sharp and sweet like the song of a blade through the air. “You’ll know mine when I know yours, Marimo.”

“Marimo?” his visitor scoffs, and Sanji shrugs with a genial smile even as Marimo bristles. Better than The Man. 

He turns around, gliding through the foyer more for the sake of having something to do than actually trying to go anywhere, and of course Marimo follows. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?” he sighs, side-eyeing the man as he squints warily at a bust of some sort of cat with seven eyes. 

“Nope.”

“What’s the deal, then? A human all the way down here? Hell isn’t exactly the most popular vacation spot, y’know.” Sanji pauses and gives a pointed look to the weapon that had drawn his blood. “And that is not a normal sword.” 

Marimo’s eyebrows twitch, the only sign Sanji gets that he’s surprised. “Cursed blade,” the man grumbles, rubbing a thumb over the hilt. “And I’m looking for someone.”

“…In Hell.” Sanji’s skeptical.

“My best friend got himself kicked through a portal, alright?” Marimo protests, lip curling in irritation. 

“Ha! Good luck with that,” Sanji huffs, walking again. “Nobody new’s been down here except—” Wait. He spins on his heel, and Marimo narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Dark hair, chatty as anything, about… yea high?” he asks, lifting his hand as an estimate, and he lurches back when Marimo leans all up in his face with his eyes like sharp granite.

“You know something.”

“One of my… acquaintances said something about it, yes.” Mihawk had mentioned a guy suddenly popping up. Monkey something-or-other. Loofah? He opens his mouth to speak right as he hears an odd growl, and Marimo pulls back with the tips of his ears turning red. A huff of a laugh slips out without Sanji’s permission. “Alright, come on,” he decides, creating a shadow door and waiting for the other man to follow. “Can’t find your friend on an empty stomach.” 

They walk straight into the kitchen, and Sanji gets to work whipping up a plate of omurice. He was a chef before, and he still is one; he’ll feed anyone who’s hungry. He might not be human or alive (or is he? He still isn’t sure) anymore but he refuses to let go of the values that he’d lived and breathed by, no matter how… questionable his unexpected guest may be.

He is done in a matter of minutes. “Eat.” The plate scrapes as he slides it across the countertop with cutlery, but Marimo just glares. “What? Don’t like eggs?”

“Isn’t there some rule about getting trapped here if you eat?” 

Sanji resists the urge to roll his eyes, because Hell’s bells, this man is stubborn. “Look, that’s all bullshit, alright? Eat, or I’ll make you. This is the only place around for leagues that has food you could possibly digest. Or would you rather go hunt for elephant scorpions?”

The man recoils. “The fuck are those?”

“You don’t wanna know.” He nudges the fork and spoon closer, crossing his arms with an expectant eyebrow.

Marimo raises one right back, but he hesitantly picks up the cutlery and digs in. “…So you eat human food,” he mutters after a while, and Sanji looks up from where he’s washing the dishes.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I?”

“Dunno,” the other man muses, taking another bite. The dim light of the wall sconces makes his three golden earrings gleam, highlighting the gnarly scar across his chest. “What with the whole demon thing.”

“Not all of us have a taste for mortal flesh,” Sanji sniffs, examining his cuticles coolly before getting back to scrubbing. 

He’s feeling a little strange. Maybe it’s the human interaction after so long of being down here with just his invisible friends and other demons for company, but it’s making something hurt right behind his ribs, where his heart beats more slowly than it has any right to. He’d missed this. Cooking for someone else. Banter. Companionship. 

He takes a shaky breath and plunges his hands into the water, grabbing a frying pan and scouring it viciously. No use reminiscing and chasing pipe dreams. 

“Oi.”

Marimo’s voice catches his attention, and he rinses the sponge. “Hm?”

“How’s the—?” The man gestures vaguely to his neck, and Sanji’s fingers fly up to his throat to feel for the cut.

“Oh, that.” It’s already mostly healed, and he tilts his jaw to the side to show it. “S’fine. See?”

Marimo grunts, turning back to the last bites of his food. “Sorry.”

Sanji stills, something wild flaring hot in his ribcage before he mentally wrangles it into submission. He wouldn’t have expected an apology from anyone— much less this man. “It’s no big deal.”

“Still,” Marimo says gruffly, sliding the plate back over, the ceramic scraped clean. “And thanks.” He blinks for a second before nodding to the empty plate, as if it isn’t clear enough. “For the food.”

What the fuck. Sanji takes it, feeling like he’s in a bit of a daze. Marimo had seemed like a bit of a brute at first, with his scars and his close-cropped hair and his physique and the stupid shirt that was open halfway down his damn chest (Sanji, don’t look, it doesn’t matter how many muscles he has), not to mention the three swords. He’s bullheaded but obviously skilled, and— who the Hell is this guy? 

“Who sent you,” Sanji breathes as he sets the plate down, something sinking in the pit of his gut. He readies one hand behind his back. There has to be a catch.

Marimo frowns. “Nobody sent me, I told you I’m looking for my—”

He lunges. His claws are around the man’s neck in less than a second, digging up into the soft part of his throat. Marimo’s Adam’s apple bobs against the pad of his thumb. “Who sent you,” he hisses again, and it comes out less steady than he likes.

Sanji doesn’t know why he’s affected. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. He has not fallen so far that the thought of this small bit of— of courtesy, of company, being a farce should feel like such a betrayal. 

So why does it?

He tightens his grip, gaze boring into eyes that have gone granite-dark in the low light, and yet Marimo does not pull away. The man tips his chin up, allows the point of Sanji’s claw to dig just beneath his trachea. “Nobody sent me,” he repeats evenly, chest rising and falling with his breaths, and Sanji holds back a snarl. He has been alone for too long for some human to come waltzing in and fucking up his life with— whatever this is, only for him to get butthurt because it wasn’t real. It’s not even that big of a deal and he feels fucking ridiculous. 

“If you’re lying—”

“I’m not.” 

And it seems like he really isn’t. Marimo’s pulse is rock steady, his gaze unflinchingly neutral, tracking Sanji across the room even as the demon slowly pulls away. 

“I’m sorry,” Sanji mutters, leaning back against the sink and pressing a hand over his eyes with a tired exhale. “I apologise, I— I lost myself.” 

“S’okay,” Marimo says cautiously. His swords clatter against each other as he stands and pushes the stool in with his knee. “I should… get going.”

“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, Sanji shakes his head a little and smoothes his hands over the front of his blouse. He snaps his fingers, and a shadow door materialises in front of the other man. “This will take you to the acquaintance I was talking about, Mihawk. He’s your best bet at finding— What’s his name?”

“Luffy.”

“Luffy. Right.” 

Marimo hesitates, and Sanji feels like something’s gotten caught in his throat. 

“It gets lonely here, doesn’t it?” the other man asks abruptly, turning to face Sanji properly.

He swallows. “…Sometimes,” he concedes, keeping his tone light. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Marimo gives an aborted jerk of his head, like he hadn’t been able to decide whether to nod or not. “Luffy’s appetite is crazy. He’ll be hungry when I find him.”

Sanji can’t help but laugh. It seems to be becoming a recurring problem. “You asking if I’ll feed him?” 

“Yeah. Because I think you’ll say yes.” 

A smirk pulls at Sanji’s mouth, and he lets it lean sharp. “Do you have a death wish, planning to come back to a demon’s castle?”

“Maybe,” Zoro mutters, but he matches Sanji’s expression tooth for tooth. “But the food’s good, and the company’s… decent.”

Sanji really does roll his eyes this time. Unbelievable. “You’ve got some nerve, Marimo.”

“Zoro.”

Zoro. It echoes around in his skull, sets something sparking up under his skin. “Zoro,” he tries, cocking his head before he nods to the shadow door. “Get going, idiot. That isn’t going to stay open forever.”

Zoro takes a step backwards. “You haven’t told me your name.”

Sanji purses his lips to hide his chuckle. “Come back with Luffy, and maybe you’ll find out.” 

The last thing he sees is the swordsman’s grin before the door dissolves, leaving him alone in his kitchen with a feeling in his chest that he hasn’t felt for ages. Fuck, this Zoro is trouble.

Sanji drags his hands over his face and groans, but he’s smiling. 

All he does in this damn castle is laze around and cook for himself. If it means cooking for someone else, and decent company… Well, a little trouble couldn’t hurt.

[howlingdemon13]

You could use a buddy~!

Guys, you have no idea how happy I am that this is complete! You know I'm gonna be supper obnoxious now that I can turn into a demonic ghost with mommy issues. 🤪 Anyway, some notes and thoughts on this cosplay that no one asked for and no one wants~!

First and foremost, this cosplay is sort of a clonesona. I feel like (if given the chance), Beetlejuice would play around with how his clones look. Obviously on stage it’s impossible to find actors who look identical to the lead, but I like that the fandom has embraced BJ being unable/unwilling to create clones that are a 100% physical match. If that’s the case, I’m sure he throws in a more fem-presenting clone once in a while.

This doubles as a feminine-presenting form for Beetlejuice himself, too (Toonjuice has no issue changing his gender presentation at will in a bunch of scenarios, and I like to think that Musicaljuice would be the same/similar). I guess a version of Beetlejuice that’s female would be fun, but I prefer the idea of BJ shapeshifting to look and present the way he wants to (or to have fun with unsuspecting victims).

Even from the early development of this cosplay all the way back in October, choosing between a dress and a suit was like pulling teeth. I love the suit an unhealthy amount, but I wanted something distinct from other interpretations. That, and I was hesitant to lean into the hyper-sexualized looks I’ve seen from officially licensed offshoots of the character. Beetlejuice, while a self-proclaimed sexual being, doesn’t read as the kind of entity to go from generally masc-presenting all the way to hyper-sexual fem-presenting. Also, where the hell is the grime on all these fem designs???? Why does she look clean? Cowards!

I think BJ would settle on a fem-presenting form in a suit, but I also think he’s just as comfortable in a dress regardless of the pronouns/physical characteristics he’s using at any given moment. He likes his dresses and we love him for it.

Anyway-

I wanted a dress that felt “old” but not dated,so I settled on a shirt dress. They came about in the 1920’s, but didn’t become super popular until the 50’s. The cut of Beetlejuice’s suit is somewhere between modern and a style that would have been popular in the 50’s, too.

I also think shirt dresses are pretty “neutral” in that they aren’t form-fitting and they read more like a shirt from the waist up. I didn’t want anything dainty, but I wanted some movement to the fabric, and a dress does that a bit better than a suit imo. It’s why I love Beetlejuice’s first 15 minutes on stage in the trench coat. I know it’s a callback to when we first see him in the movie, but it adds a ton of secondary movement and looks cartoony when coupled with very exaggerated movements typical of a stage show. It’s why I love watching Collette especially bounce around on stage because istg he knows this (or that him growing up with the cartoon make him really lean into over the top body language and the trench coat just adds to it).

Like, look at that! Are you seeing what I’m saying? If I could animate, that would be a dream shot!

Oops, can’t go 15 minutes without thinking of the silly.

All that is to say that movement and form in an outfit, especially one for a character as chaotic as Beetlejuice, was super important to me. It’s also why I settled on long, curly hair, kept the tie, and added a bow. All of that breaks up patterns, adds movement, and is something I can put moss on. Anyway, this cosplay has a lot of little nods to the musical, cartoon, and film (but is mostly based off of the musical).

Cartoon: bugs!! Toonjuice is sometimes seen with small beetles chilling on his suit (which he inevitably snacks on). I love the idea of Beej being covered in bugs, so I felt compelled to include them on the dress and hat. It's a subtle reference, but one that I really wanted. They’re made out of scrap polymer clay and painted. Here are a few:

Film: The guide hat! It's iconic. I know that the hat made it into very early versions of the musical and promotional materials, but how it got thrown by the wayside is beyond me.

Musical: the grime and disrepair! I was heavily inspired by an early suit that is absolutely covered in moss!

I also added a lot of grime to the shoulders and hem as a callback to later versions of the suit and especially the tour version of it. I also added some x stitches since I really like the way they look on the current tour suit!

Oh, and the banjolele! Can't forget my favorite prop!

Miscellaneous: I love giving supernatural characters pointy ears and fangs, so you best believe I’m going to do the same for BJ. Slightly related, but I love the tour makeup so much. The makeup artists really lean into Beetlejuice being corpsey and I’m here for it (I essentially combine the tour and film makeup to get the look I’m after).

Oh! And snap bracelets! I remember hardcore stimming with these as a kid to the point of destroying them (then it was goodbye snap bracelets), and you cannot tell me Beetlejuice, neurodivergent-coded demon ghost, wouldn’t be the same way. Full disclosure, I had to wrap them around metal bands because these snaps are rubber and the texture is a nightmare for me, but I was determined to include them. They’re also a substitute for Beetlejuice’s watches in the film.

God/Satan, that was a lot of rambling. If you survived all that, thanks for reading!

[i-am-minty-fresh]

Why do I like Monkey D. Luffy?

!Spoilers for One Piece and Soul Eater!

Okay this post is gonna be really long but this question has been driving me insane so I’m going to ask the question my therapist is too much of a coward to ask.

Why do I like Monkey D. Luffy?

I like One Piece as an overall story because it’s found family, it’s pirates, it’s rubber hose animation, it’s friendship is magic, etc.

But why do I like Luffy so much? 

When it comes to anime I am typically drawn to a certain type of moron.

Certain type of moron examples:

Mugen (Samurai Champloo)

Bon (Seven Deadly Sins)

Spike (Cowboy Bepop) 

Kid (Soul Eater)

How I describe my type is either a suave or boar-headed moron with anger issues and ridiculous amounts of power (bonus points if they have a rivalry thing with another member of their group). Now looking at this head on, a certain curly-browed cook and moss-headed swordsman come to mind, and I do absolutely love Sanji & Zoro, but why aren’t either of them my favorite character? I mean Zoro’s voice actor literally does the voice for Mugen, and both Kid and Spike are suited-up Kung Fu experts so what gives? Rather than looking at what Sanji & Zoro might be lacking, let’s look at what Luffy brings to the table.

For simplicity let’s use Soul Eater as an example (mostly because I adore it). Here’s a reminder of the (main) bad guys in Soul Eater:

Do you know what they all have in common? They’re gods. Not in the literal sense but they’re over 800 years old and come to represent foundational elements of life in Soul Eater (madness, magic research, and magic tools). They’re incredibly powerful and terrible. They’re greedy, selfish, paranoid. They know exactly what they’re doing and relish in it. They’re great villains because they’re so punchably evil. I don’t feel bad for them at all but do you know who I do feel bad for? Crona. Crona is the demon swordsman. They’re a man-made god. Absorbing Asura and becoming the Keshin they become the most powerful thing in the world but above all else…they’re a child. Crona is a teenager developmentally stuck behind their peers. All they want is love and attention and care. They love their friends with their whole heart and end up sacrificing themselves for them at the end. 

As much as I love the idea that any old mister/weapon could kill a god (which is what the anime shows) it’s more realistic to say that while only gods can kill other gods…there are good gods. Nothing beats adults' pain and misery quite like a childishly simple view of friendship alongside a lovecraftian amount of raw power. Show them that you can wield all of that power, and more, without a lick of the cruelty. Remind them what they should really be afraid of.

This brings us to our sweet boy. He’s everything his enemies aren’t. Loyal, silly, kind, selfless, he’s above all else powerful. He is what mortal men should fear and more but…he’s just a child. He lets himself be bossed around by his navigator, be hit by his cook when he wants more food, be lied to by his sniper, be babied, be sung too, be looked after, be cared for. He just wants his friends and family to be happy. He wants people to be free. He has the soul of a conqueror and a crown fit for a king but the heart of a child. 

He’s terrifying. His empty eyes and wide smile remind you that he doesn’t care if you bleed. Your life means less and less to him as time passes and his mercy becomes few and far between. The worst part is, he doesn’t hate you. He gets nothing from watching the life leave your eyes. You are nothing to him. He doesn’t even know your name.

[memento-morianon]

"chapter 12" scenes, Memento Mori: Blood.

[this is another area of the story where i have no idea what's going on. there's time between the festival and k'arik's big ritual. revisions are gonna be rough. this chapter will just be another pile of unconnected scenes.

masterpost of excerpts over here.

scene 1: meditation

Evarin and Morian hiked up the hill overlooking the lake and into one of the meadows. It wouldn't be long before the place was bursting with flowers, but until then it was all grass and leaves and moss covered stones that jutted out from the landscape. K'arik was sitting on one of the stony outcrops, and he waved when he saw them coming up the hill. Sitla scurried ahead to paw at his leg, tilting her head expectantly and craning her neck to sniff at the pouch on his belt. He shooed her back, though he looked amused.

"He doesn't keep treats for you," Morianon chastised, stepping in to make Sitla lie down a few paces away. Evarin gave a short huff of a laugh in response.

“Are your meditations going well?” she asked K’arik. He nodded and patted the stone beside him, inviting them both to sit.

“I feel ready for [the ritual], though it is still some time away. I know my ancestors are proud of me and I trust in their guidance to protect my soul from harm. You will both come as witnesses, of course?” He titled his head, and Evarin rested a hand on his knee.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” she replied. Morianon hummed hesitantly.

“I’m nervous to watch, but I want to be there for you.”

“Your presence will bring me comfort,” K’arik assured him. Morianon nodded and settled in place as K’arik and Evarin both began the calming breath exercise to prepare themselves for a meditative session. Evarin kept her eyes open, watching her husband. He mimicked their postures, matched their breathing style, and entered the meditation with them while Sitla crawled forward to sit at his feet. Satisfied, Evarin allowed herself to enter the depths of her own soul.

She withdrew her senses one by one, focusing only on the immediate sensations of her breath, and the feeling of the stone beneath her. She focused her mind on the touch of the pendant hanging around her neck, letting it become her anchor. Gradually, like the edge of a wave seeping into the sand, she stretched out from her soul and tried to feel the living energy around her. There were the moss and lichens on the stone, small and simple, drawing life through their fractal structures. There, the grass, there the dormant flowers holding their energy and waiting to bloom. Insect life all around and beneath; other life so tiny and odd Evarin could scarcely understand it, all filling the cold void with their own fervent colors and warmth. And beside her, K’arik, his soul like a bonfire in comparison, burning with power and experience.

She drew back from his brilliance and sought out Morianon, reaching for the familiar strangeness of his soul. Whether it was the lingering scars of trauma, or the way his whole self had become divided, she could never tell. His soul gleamed like a faceted gem and trembled like a candle flame in a cold breeze. Part of it almost seemed to trail away like smoke, obscured from Evarin’s senses. Below him, Sitla was stranger still. Evarin pointedly ignored it, but the dog’s cold presence made her stand out amongst all the other warm life in the field. Morianon was more important. Evarin could feel the way he strained to meditate. His hesitation, his fear. His soul pulsed like a heartbeat, reaching tentatively outward but never quite connecting with anything else around him. Evarin could feel K’arik reaching for her, feel the warmth of his soul strengthening her own, but Morianon’s soul remained distant, like a flinching hand avoiding the burn of a comforting fire.

Reaching further into her husband’s presence, Evarin tried to lift him, to strengthen him. The edge of her soul found his, and a cold darkness slipped between them, pushing her away. She drew in a deep breath and blinked back to the outer world, dizziness striking her as her senses returned. Morianon was still sitting in meditation, his brow furrowed in frustrated concentration. Evarin sighed, regret prodding her heart. It was not her place to try and pull his soul to her level, to step in and lift him where he was not prepared to go. She could heal his wounds and soothe his pain whenever he asked for it, but her songs could not heal his soul.

All her senses settled again, and she prepared to enter a second meditation. Before she could venture far, she felt Sitla’s cold presence and glanced up to see those blank white eyes staring her down. There was no malice, no anger in that steady gaze. But Evarin shivered and turned away, shaking her head. She pushed away the outside world and entered the warm pools of magic within herself, leaving her companions to their own meditation.

[and uh idk, once I have actual context to insert this scene into, I’ll have a better idea of where it should go. How long they meditate, what they do afterwards. Etc.]

Post meditation:

K’arik looked refreshed, and Evarin felt the same. The flow of energy through her soul was as soothing as a warm bath after a long day. “Thank you for letting us join you,” she signed to K’arik. He inclined his head, returning the gratitude.

“We might be able to join you again, before your ritual,” Morianon interjected, “it’s always nice to be with you, especially on such a lovely day.”

“I welcome it,” K’arik replied. [anyway they say goodbye and move along, going separate ways.]

“I wish I could handle it the way you do,” Morianon muttered, tucking his wings close to his body. “You and K’arik. This sort of thing comes so naturally for you, and here I am. Most people my age can at least use meditation to relax, and it only stresses me out,” he huffed, looking up at the clouds. Evarin took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Someday, I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable with it. But you don’t have to try and keep up with me and K’arik, really. We’ve been studying and practicing with magic techniques for years, we don’t meditate the same way other people do.”

“And I can’t,” Morianon grumbled. He tensed, and his expression shifted. His mouth fumbled silently, like he was searching for something to say. Evarin waited, but her husband only shook his head and swallowed his unspoken words. “You’re right though. I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.” His other hand reached into the open air and Sitla immediately jogged forward to shove her snout into his palm.

scene 2: weaving

Her father’s craft room always felt the same. The warm smell of wool and cedar brought her back to her childhood, to that little boy sitting in the corner with a ball of scraps, looping yarn over a hook and listening to the steady clacking noise of her father’s loom. Stepping through the memory, she glanced around and admired the stacks of yarn on the shelves. Her father collected it from every spinner he could contact, and some of it was even imported.

“Oh, I almost didn’t notice you!” Izune paused his work, leaving a row half woven on the loom. “Come in, here, I’ve got the hooks all set out, I’ve got my pattern books–” he scooted a basket of scraps aside with his foot and waved Evarin over.

“I haven’t figured out yet what colors to use,” she mused, sitting in the old armchair where she used to learn weaving on her father’s lap. He carried an old stool over and sat himself beside her.

“No matter, you can practice with any color you like until that inspiration hits. Here, thicker yarns are easier to work with, and this is some very soft wool.” He held up a ball of fuzzy yarn dyed a soft green and unrolled it a little to show her the texture. “Combination of mountain goat kid and [backpack dog]. Has a bit of a smell when it’s damp, but it’s gentle on the skin.” He passed it over and Evarin ran her hands over it, admiring the fluffy fibers. It felt almost like the downy feathers close to Morianon’s skin.

“Do we have anything less fuzzy to practice with? I worry I’ll lose track of my stitches with this.” she laughed. Izune nodded and pulled over a different basket of yarn, much more compact and densely twined.

“Standard mountain goat wool, much longer fibers than the kid wool so it’s less inclined to fray. It does get a little itchy though.” He passed her a ball of it dyed in mottled blues and light reds. “Won’t take much more than a few balls to make a baby sized blanket, I think. The pattern I used for your first blanket is over here.” Izune picked up a book from his stack and opened it up to a well-worn page, showing old handwritten instructions marked up with notes in a different hand and hasty sketches of row patterns along the margins. “It’s easier than it looks,” he assured her. She hummed, pressing the ball of wool to her nose and basking in the comforting smell. It had been so long since she last picked up a hook to weave, but she found her nerves settling in the nostalgia of soft yarn between her fingers.

“I hardly remember how to begin,” she lamented, “can you show me?”

“That’s why I invited you over, Evy,” Izune said, eyes crinkling in amusement. He retrieved a pair of hooks from his collection and exchanged Evarin’s sample yarns for two balls of solid colored wool, one grey and one pale yellow. “Now, I usually hold my hook like this,” he demonstrated, taking the handle of a hook like he was picking up a table knife, “but you could hold it this way if that’s more comfortable,” he showed her an alternate grip, as if the hook was a pen. Evarin took the second hook and practiced both grips, settling for the knife hold as it felt more stable.

She at least remembered how to tie a slip knot and poked the hook through the loop. Watching Izune’s expert hands, she mimicked his actions and created a chain about the length of her forearm, catching and tugging the yarn through the loop on her hook over and over. It snagged a couple of times, and her chain looked uneven, some of the braided links sitting quite loose while others were tight and small. “There, you’re remembering it all just fine.” Izune ran his hand down her awkward chain. “You’ll have your old skills back in no time.” “It’s a mess.”

“Ah, the base chain only needs to be long enough for your project, it’s not really important to make it look pretty.” He waved a hand dismissively, though of course his own chain looked perfect to Evarin’s eyes. “Next step is just relearning the basic stitches, and then you’re set to follow any pattern, really.”

“Maybe just the easy patterns,” Evarin replied with a wry smile. “All patterns are easy if you know what you’re doing.” Izune scooted his stool closer to her and leaned on the armchair to show her how to make the first stitch, sliding his hook through the yarn and bringing it back with a new loop. She followed his steps, drawing the yarn through itself again and again. The hook caught several times, but she persisted. Her hands remembered the motion, but it was like looking at the world through a dusty window. She turned the work and began a new row, wiping the dust away layer by layer, stitch by stitch, row by row.

“My edges are horrible,” she groaned, holding up the short rectangle and frowning at the way one side sloped and curled while the other side was oddly uniform. Her father’s rectangle was larger and straighter. He took the practice work from her hands and looked it over with the astuteness of a jeweler appraising a gem.

“Tension problem,” he explained, pointing out how much tighter the top rows were compared to the bottom rows. “But you’re already getting better.” He handed the piece back with a proud fatherly smile. “Now, let’s practice a couple other stitches, and then if you have time, we can look over the pattern?”

“I think I’ll have to look at the pattern tomorrow, I’m not confident with this work yet.” Evarin rolled the yarn between her fingers. “Show me the other stitches, and I’ll try to practice them at home tonight.”

“They’re easy, don’t worry,” Izune chuckled, “they’re actually easier to work with than the first stitch, in my opinion. Taller, for one thing. Though for this stitch, it looks cleaner if you start the row with a few chains and then skip over the first stitch of the previous row.” He showed her the method, looping yarn over his hook before he created each stitch. Evarin copied him, but quickly grew annoyed as the yarn slipped off her hook a few times. Izune slowed down and showed her how to turn her wrist to keep the yarn in place.

Short stitches, tall stitches, stitches that slipped across the row and barely added any height. By the time Evarin felt she could remember the steps well enough to practice on her own, her wrist was sore in a way she had forgotten it could be. The rectangle of woven wool in her hands was uneven, curling up, and sloped on the side. But it was getting better. The top most rows were more aligned, the stitches a little more uniform.

“It’s a start, I suppose.”

“A very good start,” Izune rolled up his ball of yarn and set it in the basket alongside his sample work. “Don’t be afraid to unravel it and start over, though. You’ll get a better feel for it that way."

“What is the pattern you wanted to show me?” Evarin folded up her work and shoved it into her bag. Izune’s ears perked up and he walked to a cabinet, pulling out a bundle of weaving.

“You might find it easier than that rectangle, honestly,” he laughed, “you see, this blanket is the same pattern, it’s very very simple.” He unfolded it and sat back down, shaking it out over his lap. It was made from a deep green yarn, much thinner than the yarn they’d been practicing with. Evarin pulled a corner of the blanket into her lap and found that it was made with clusters of stitches that slotted into small gaps in each previous row, all spreading outward from the center of the work.

“Oh, I do know this pattern! You made me a blanket like this when I left for university. I keep it on the couch now.”

“It’s such a common pattern. I’ve made my own variations on it as well, of course, as you can see in my notes on that page,” Izune mused, “but you work it from the middle and put the stitches in these chain spaces, so you don’t even have to worry about going into each stitch or missing any edges. It’s still good for you to learn how to make something from the bottom up, of course.” He folded the blanket back up and set it aside. Evarin reached out and laid her hand on his.

“Thank you, adda. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that I’ll be able to make a blanket for my own child.”

“I already know how it feels, Evy.” Her father lifted her hand and kissed it, pulling her to her feet and over into his arms. “And I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you want to learn all this again. Maybe I sound a bit silly for this, but I do miss having you in here, playing with my scraps.”

“Give it a few years and you might have a grandbaby playing with them instead.”

“I really hope I do,” Izune chuckled and let his daughter go. “Alright, alright, you have things to do, I have things to do. Go on home, and I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“See you, adda.” Evarin picked up her bag and stepped carefully over the baskets on the floor, leaving her father to his work and smiling at the sound of the loom’s treadle clacking against the frame.

scene 3: mori alone during a storm

Every part of Morianon was itchy. His wings, his back, his head. Pin feathers poked through his skin everywhere the old feathers had already fallen out. He scratched at them, removing the flaky keratin to free the soft new feathers as they grew in. But only the shortest feathers, the ones on his torso and the upper parts his wings, were losing their sheaths. All the longer feathers would remain covered for a while.

Outside the study, the rain was pounding and the wind howled; a perfect spring storm. Between the noise and the itching, he found his eyes skimming words without reading any of them. Centaurs, he was trying to study centaur history. He tapped his pen on the blank notepad and frowned at the book in front of him. Some chapter on the wars that broke out when the centaurs decided to take revenge against the orcs.

Waves of rain slammed into his window, making his feathers stand on end and sending a shiver through his memories. Sitla, curled at his feet, whuffed quietly and sat up to paw at his knees.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he hissed, standing and kicking his chair back. His mind felt like it was in two places at once; the warm study and the cold ruins of a small house torn by the wind. Shaking his head and pulling his ragged wings tight against his body, Morianon left his desk and moved to the center of the house, stumbling through the hall until he found the door he needed. A tiny room, hardly more than a closet, full of pillows. He curled up with Sitla and slammed the door shut, panting heavily in the darkness. Thick walls silenced the raging storm outside, though they couldn’t quiet the one that haunted his memories.

“No! No, you leave me alone!” he growled at the clutching shadows that pulled his thoughts deeper, “I have so much going on, you cannot do this to me right now!” Desperately, he tried to close the gate on the new visions threatening to flood his mind, tried to wrest control back from the panic that had taken over him. It was joined by grief and the sound of gasping final breaths, faint images of the dead flickering through his thoughts.

Sitla whined and pushed her nose into his face in an effort to calm him. He held her tight. Before the horrible visions grew worse, a more powerful shadow at last pulled the gate closed on the haunting images, and left behind a feeling of guilt.

“You don't get to apologize,” he hissed, glaring at nothing in the dark little room. “Just leave me alone.” The shadows did not retreat. They couldn't. Morianon sighed and focused on slowing his breath. The itching sensation of every pin feather agitated him but it was real. Real itching feathers, real trembling breaths. Sitla, real; the walls and his pile of pillows were all real. He clenched his toes around a very textured pillow, feeling the embroidery and beaded shapes.

“One. Two. Three,” he counted under his breath, “four. Five.” He left the memory of the storm in his mind and reached for the door. As his hand landed feebly in the middle of it, too low to reach the handle, he heard a muffled voice and a gentle knock.

“Mori? You in there?” It was Kaen. The door opened just a crack, letting in a sliver of light. Morianon blinked and squinted, frowning at the nickname. It didn’t feel right. It wasn’t his name. He got to his feet carefully, letting the wings on his back settle in their neutral position. Everything itched.

“I’m here,” he mumbled, leaving the little room. Kaen sighed and stepped back to let him out. The sight of him briefly startled Morianon, as he was only wearing a few strands of bone beads and a fur wrapped around his waist. Every decorative scar on his body was fully exposed, including a few bandages over the newest ones, and what looked like a shallow but fresh cut on his thigh. His curly red hair was still in its tidy hunter’s knot, held together with a thornbeast quill.

“I came upstairs and heard the storm, went to find you and saw the trail of dandruff.” Kaen gestured at the flaky keratin mess all over the floor. “Sounds like the storm’s calmed down a bit, but if you want, you can keep studying down in the basement, with me.”

“I appreciate the offer,” Morianon replied. The wind was still howling outside, but it was softer than it had been. Or perhaps he was just more tolerant of it for the moment. He hummed, glancing around and reorienting himself. Kaen watched him, long ears twitching, tail flicking around his knees. Morianon hummed and glanced down the hall, back towards the study. “The storm isn’t really over yet. I think I will move.” He made his way to the study, keeping Sitla right behind him. Kaen got ahead of him and started gathering things from his desk.

“I know the basement isn’t as cozy, but at least you can work in peace.” Kaen paused and hummed thoughtfully. “Well. Peace from the storm. I’ll try to keep my work quiet.”

“Thank you.” Morianon picked up his notebook and followed Kaen out and down. Every time they passed by a window, his body shivered at the sound of the rain and wind.

“Don’t mind the mess,” Kaen apologized as they entered the basement, “I promise it is organized, I have a system. Nothing outright dangerous is laying around, you’re perfectly safe down here.”

“If anyone else said that to me, I might be more worried,” Morianon replied sarcastically. Kaen chuckled, leading him to a desk that barely had space between piles of notebooks and fur pelts. He set his things down while Kaen removed a few of the piles.

“Just ignore anything you might hear from the other side of the room,” Kaen chuckled, “I’m fine. I can even get you a pair of earmuffs if you think it might help.”

“That won’t be necessary. But thank you.” Morianon sat down, awkwardly repositioning his feathered appendages over the back of the chair. He absently reached through the fluff by his cheeks and found the ridges of his ears, frowning at how small they felt. “I’ll be alright over here,” he assured both himself and Kaen.

“Call if you need anything.” Kaen stepped back, nodded, and walked through the heavy hide curtain that divided the basement. True to his word, he did try to keep his work quiet. Morianon smiled at the hushed sound of his brother-in-law’s guttural voice, chanting in some ancient tongue. It was strange and sent a tremble up his spine, but even Kaen’s odd rituals were more comforting than the storm.

Morianon studied, taking notes here and there. He had more important things to focus on than the darkness that plagued his mind; things to prepare for, things all of him had been looking forward to for months and months. Everything else would just have to wait.

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

Hermittober Day 28: Wilt

-

Bdubs was becoming increasingly perplexed, and he was not happy about that.

Even though he’d taken great lengths to hide the faeries he’d brought to Permafrost, someone or something had found out, and was teasing him about it. Teasing him, the Lord of Livingstone! The One Enthroned in Moss was getting teased!

He drew his sword and swung it around a bit before returning to pour over what clues he had gathered. A note attached to the back of his rascal footman, written in a teal, scrawling script. A wreath of lavender clamped around the mouth of one of the great hungers, sent back to his quarters whimpering. And a wilting bundle of vines tied to a tendril of his most trusted glare, returning from the special mission he’d sent it on.

“What does it mean?!? What!?! WHAT!!!”

A whooshing sound battered at his window, slamming the shutters open and revealing a whirling being of wind. “Lord! Lord!”

Bdubs rushed to let it in. “Cold Draft! What took you so long?!”

The breeze sighed as it settled its three detached limbs onto the empty desk chair. “I was discovered, lord. The reason poor little Sweetglow is mute is because she witnessed it all. Many came to the place called Lumbar, bearing harsh iron and fireworks. They captured all three of the ground workers, and found me when I took the bat-folk. I was… banished, I suppose, by that cross-dimensional blaze-stray-human. He also set me on fire. I left then, but the wind was against me. I can only assume that they interrogated the ground workers, and found Sweetglow. We have been had, my lord, if that is the proper use of the saying.”

Bdubs stood slack jawed for a moment before falling backwards onto his bed. “Oh. In the name of the Dragon, oh no. That’s gone and wilted my sunflowers right down. Could it get any worse?”

Cold Draft moved as if to speak, but it began to shudder and spoke in a strange voice— no, multiple voices, some delayed and all overlapping. “I-I-I-I-I’m through. It worked. Only short ones. Like we thought. Hello. Is this Bee. Double. Oh?”

The man in question chucked a pen at, and through, the breeze before answering. “Yes. Yes, this is the Lord Bee Double Oh. And who do I have the displeasure of speaking to?”

A smile came through in the multitude of voices very clearly. “Well then. We are a lot. Of people. Parrots, and a cat. And an ambiguous canid. And a nether-born. And the three. That were already here. The blood knight. The bird-sheep. And the mask. But the one. Who is speaking. Is a half vex. And also something. Known as. Plant that Eats Life.”

Bdubs straight up hissed like an ocelot. “*Plant that Eats Life?* … where do I know that name from … OH! YOU! Sculk! Sculk! How dare you possess dear Cold Draft! It’s a very dedicated breeze!”

A laugh, then another, and more, all overlapping. “Oh. It is not possessed. It is just being. A transmitter. You should know that. Since you took and. Copied that terminal. And that board. From the Coast.”

“…oh right! Yeah! So you’re using that Shrieker-Sensor thingie, right? Oh, that’s smart! And so inconvenient! Void’s name!”

More laughs. “Thank you so much. Anyway. If you understand. The technology. Then you should know. That we are close.”

The mossy faerie audibly gasped. “OH! No. No. No no no. You’re going to do the thing, aren’t you? Gonna tap me on the shoulder and—“

He didn’t manage to finish the sentence before a hole opened in the ceiling, blown precisely with a few choice pieces of TNT. As Bdubs choked on quartz dust, he was knocked downed by strikes from several wings, followed a paw planted firmly on his sword arm.

“Don’t move, moss-lump. We know what happened to you. Just keep quiet and close your eyes, and they won’t mind a thing.”

A firework suddenly went off, and then another, and then another, only the loudest of an impossibly loud cacophony within the study. As Bdubs laid prone on the bed, he realized exactly what the intruders were trying to do.

Heavy boots hammered down the hall and burst through the door. “My lord! What has happ—”

Welsknight’s voice suddenly cut off as the signature whoosh of Cold Draft rushed towards him, the whirlwind stealing the blue knight’s voice. Slowly the commotion grew quieter, and as the dust settled, Bdubs realized that all of his faeries were in the room. Sweetglow the glare was huddled in the darkest corner, while Andesite the rascal trembled at the tip of a cutlass. Cold Draft was still restraining Wels, while dear Steel Trap the great hunger was stuffed head-first into a chest. Quite the feat was the last one, given how large her head was.

Etho, staring down the point of a knife from on top of Bdub’s arm, winked his red eye. “We know exactly what’s up, Bee. Just sit tight. Once Tango gets here—“ he flicked an ear towards the hole in the ceiling “—we’re be set.”

[from-a-reckless-writer]

dove down my rabbit hole of wips and one of my wips isnt a wip anymore! so here, have some gay shit....

“Kelly wants to get married in the woods, I want to get married in Midvale. So, apparently, our wedding will just happen via Zoom. Her in the woods, me at the beach. Ain’t that just fucking grand?”

Alex comes through the door like a hurricane covered in leather. Her helmet lands on Kara’s counter loudly. Her keys haphazardly thrown somewhere in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Then have two weddings.”

Alex follows the voice and her eyes zero in on her sister’s best friend.

Lena is sitting on the floor of Kara’s apartment, wearing an oversized sweater. Her dark hair spilling down her shoulders softly. A hand wrapping around a wine glass, the other typing on her laptop, not even jumping in the slightest at the commotion that is Alex’s entrance.

Alex plops down on the couch sighing loudly, not even batting an eye at this utterly domestic scene that is her sister washing the dishes with Lena Luthor on the floor of her apartment.

Lena doesn’t comment at the Danvers’ Sisters antics and Alex doesn’t call them out on the ridiculousness that Lena and Kara are still keen on keeping up.

The three of them already well desensitized to one another’s preferred brand of bullshitery.

“You know, sometimes I forget you're a rich-ass bitch and then you say shit like that and suddenly, I remember,” Alex says, smoothly snatching the wine from Lena’s hand.

She finishes the entire glass in one gulp and Lena rolls her eyes. Alex had finally proposed to Kelly the other week and well, that meant this week all of them had fallen victim to the Olsen-Danvers wedding debacle. It seems today isn’t the day that that whole dilemma is going to stop.

The wedding, of course, was still a few months away, but both parties were stressing about it as if it was going to happen immediately the next day.

Kara swoops in then, mussing up Alex’s hair, earning her an annoyed Hey stop it! before putting down another wine glass and pouring for Lena. Her arms are still wet from washing the dishes.

Lena murmurs her thanks and continues what she was saying, “Well, since you’ve finally remembered that I’m a billionaire. Let me pay for two weddings.”

Alex chokes on the wine.

“What? You’re kidding me, right?”

Lena continues typing, ignoring Alex’s shock, you’d think she didn’t just offer to pay for a wedding.

“Well, I mean, I’m never gonna get married,” Lena explains, “but if you let me do this, I can brag around that I’ve paid for two weddings. Not to mention I’m gonna make two brides very, very happy.”

“Or,” Kara interjects, lowering herself on the opposite side of the couch, perfect for Lena to lean back between Kara’s legs and lay her head on the side of her thigh. “You can just wait for Kelly to get here,” Kara says, pointedly. “Talk it out like normal adults and reach a compromise.”

Kara’s hands start to snake their way from Lena’s hair to Lena’s shoulders, massaging, all too aware that Lena won’t stop whatever it is she’s working on on her laptop till everybody gets here.

Lena lets herself melt and closes her eyes, sighing as Kara’s fingers dip at the junction of her neck and shoulder with just the right amount of pressure.

“I don’t wanna get married in the woods, Kara.”

Lena opens one eye to take a peek at Alex, who looks exasperated, her eyes pleading, gulping down another glass of wine.

“Don’t tell me,” Kara replies. “Tell Kelly.”

“The bugs, Kara,” Alex moans. “Imagine the bugs, and the moss and the ughhh.”

She dramatically thumps the back of her head on the couch.

“Imagine the soil. Clumpy wet soil. Eurgh. Ew. What if I fall face first in that? What if I trip over a stupid tree root in my heels? In my wedding dress?!”

“Alex, you don’t even have a dress yet,” Kara deadpans.

“I thought you were gonna wear a suit,” Lena adds.

“You two suck.” Alex pouts.

****

The rest of their friends arrive and Kara finally succeeds in prying Lena’s work laptop away from her. Alex was already teasing the line from tipsy to drunk by the time Kelly comes through the door.

“Let’s get married in Vegas!!!!” Is how Alex decides to greet her fiance.

Kelly laughs, gives her a peck then answers, “As much as that sounds like a very convenient wedding, I don’t think Eliza would appreciate that, baby.”

Alex frowns at being rejected, sags against the couch and crosses her arms. Why does Kelly always have to be right?

“How much has she had to drink?” Kelly turns to Kara.

“Uhh ask Lena. She made her switch to whiskey.”

Lena—who Kelly thinks was way too busy nuzzling against Kara’s neck to even answer her question—mumbles something that sounds like “S’was just two glasses.”

Kelly just shakes her head, makes Alex drink a glass of water. Her ring making a clink against the glass.

“Alright, what if,” Nia sing-songs, eyes sparkling with mischief, “we just settle this whole wedding thing with Charades?”

Nia claps her hands together like some gameshow host and Kelly takes a deep breath through the nose.

She’s been to enough Game Nights to know where this is headed.

Everybody else was intoxicated enough to accept the suggestion as a grand idea, not at all even thinking that: Hey, isn’t this something we should all take seriously?? Maybe ask the brides what they want, maybe???

Kara nods enthusiastically, agreeing immediately, “Oh!! That’s a great idea! Fun and fair at the same time!”

“Olsen vs. Danvers. Brides get to pick their teams.”

Nia pulls a white board out of nowhere, uncaps a marker and writes “Team Danvers”, “Team Olsen” separated by a neat line in the middle.

“Are we really letting Nia take charge of our wedding venue?" She hears Alex whisper from where she has her tucked at the crook of her neck.

Kelly sneaks a glance at the chaos happening before their eyes; Brainy already claiming to be on Kelly’s team, J’onn shaking his head opting to be the game scorer instead and refusing to participate, somebody’s shouting about: NIA, DREAM PROJECTIONS AT CHARADES IS CHEATING!!!!

Guess this is their life now.

Kelly smirks, boops Alex on the nose and says, “Scared you’ll lose, Danvers?”

****

Alex loses by three points.

“How was I supposed to know you were gesturing 'Transformers'!?!” She barks at Kara, throwing her hands in exasperation.

“I pointed at Nia!” Kara huffs, incredulous at the fact that her sister is blaming her.

Nia lost them a point too!

“What does Nia even have to do with it???” Alex’s voice grows higher in pitch. Her brows furrow in a mix of confusion and frustration.

“Trans, Alex. Trans.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groans. “How are you this dumb?”

And that was the story of how Kelly got her dream wedding.

****

The frenzy finally dies down, some time between Nia making up another drinking game and J’onn making her sit back down. A movie that none of them were watching provides a background noise to the almost lazy atmosphere. Kelly and Alex were pressed close on the far end of the couch, enjoying the temporary quiet.

“Guess we’re getting married in the woods, huh?” Alex murmurs.

“I guess we are,” Kelly whispers back. Alex beams at her, grinning dopily at the thought of finally getting the ending they deserve. It would be the perfect day, she has no doubt about that. No matter where they are. It would be perfect because they got there together.

Alex can’t wait.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

Alex continues to smile stupidly, nudges her nose to Kelly’s.

“Just— I don’t really care where we get married, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Kelly raises an amused brow at her.

“Mm-hm. So long as you’re the one walking down the aisle.”

Alex presses their lips together, breathes Kelly in deep and for the first time that night, she feels that the future isn’t so scary, even though there is still a very large possibility that she might trip over a tree root on her wedding day.

Somebody interrupts their kiss.

“She’s only saying that ‘cos she lost.”

“Shut up, Luthor.”

****

“Text me when you get home!”

Lena hears Kara call loudly after her sister, before closing the door. Game Night has officially ended and as usual she’s still here. She’ll always be here, she thinks for a brief moment. The thought holding more depth than it should.

Kara didn’t even question her when everybody began filing out and Lena just started picking up the discarded dirty plates and walking them to the sink. They’re well past the point of asking each other if the other would stay over.

It was already some unspoken rule.

Already well past the point of Lena wanting to ask Kara what the hell it is they’re doing.

She’s bent over the sink, scrubbing—Kara doesn’t own a dishwasher for the sole reason that she finds doing the dishes therapeutic—when Lena takes a glance over her shoulder.

Kara is sitting on a high stool near the counter, casually flicking through her phone. It was Lena’s turn to do the dishes tonight. Once upon a time her doing the dishes would have resulted in a fight. “I can superspeed the dishes. Why would you even want to do them?” A statement that would be met with an eye roll.

Kara has learned not to fight her on it again, after around the 7th time that Lena had stubbornly insisted and Supergirl got doused with dishwashing liquid.

And now, it’s become some sort of routine, Kara does the dishes after lunch and Lena does the dishes after dinner. Oh, how the paparazzi would kill for this—Lena Luthor Knows What A Sponge Is?

“Is it true when you told Alex you’re never going to get married?”

Kara decides to break their quiet.

“Yeah, pretty certain about that one, why?” Lena turns around, cocks a curious brow. If she’s being honest she’s beyond certain that she’s not going to get married. She always jokes about how she’s married to L-Corp but it isn’t till now that she realizes how true that is, and...how lonely.

“I don’t know,” Kara murmurs, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “I just like the idea of you getting married, I guess.”

“What?” Lena chuckles at that; genuinely confused but still curious.

“Well, I mean—” Kara wobbles through her words.

“I guess, I just— I like the idea of you walking down the aisle...in a white dress,” Kara muses.

Then, “Or a suit!!” she quickly amends. “If you wanna wear a suit, that is. That can totally be arranged, you know?” Kara waves her hand around and it’s like now that she’s started, she can’t stop.

And Lena’s just standing there, water still dripping from her elbow, unsure of how to feel about Kara imagining her getting married. Quite an incredulous scene isn’t it? Her getting married? What a crazy thing to say, an even crazier scenario to imagine!

She snaps out of it, realizing Kara’s still rambling.

“I have no objections whatsoever with that, if you wanna wear a suit. And yeah, you know? I just— I like that idea. I like the idea of you dancing to your wedding song. The idea of you exchanging your vows, the idea of you-”

“Kara,” Lena decides to put a stop to it, since it’s clearly evident Kara won’t be stopping any time soon. And Lena's feeling way too many things that she doesn’t want to feel at the moment. She’s sure that she’s going to feel more, if she doesn’t put a stop to it herself.

“I’m well aware that it’s the best friend’s job to help with the bride’s wedding,” She says, “but, darling don’t you think you’re putting just a bit too much effort into this? Certainly seems like you’ve thought about it a lot.”

At that, Kara’s cheeks turn a light pink, squirming sheepishly under Lena’s questioning gaze.

Shouldn’t Kara be thinking about her own wedding? How beautiful she would look walking down the aisle. How her blonde hair would look so nicely with her dress. How happy she would finally be after finding someone she could share her life with. Not that Lena's been thinking about those kinds of things. No, of course not. That’d be hypocritical of her at this point. Why would she even— Why were they even talking about this again???

Lena tries to rein in it, tries to focus on Kara again; hands finally finding a dry towel, hesitantly walking into Kara’s space to hear the blonde more clearly.

“Well, I mean- Like I said, I do really like the idea of you getting married,” Kara repeats herself slowly.

And before Lena can come any closer, “Like the idea of you getting married…to me. More specifically,” Kara adds more quietly.

“What?”

Lena stands frozen.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard y- Kara, did you just?”

Lena’s heart is pounding away in her chest. Did she hear her right? Did Kara really just—

Lena’s a step away from her and Kara uses this to her advantage. She pulls Lena closer, tugging at her wrist, the towel dropping from Lena’s hands. Kara summons enough willpower to stare into Lena’s eyes.

“I like the idea of you getting married to me, Lena Luthor.”

“Kara, I’m sorry- What?” Lena jerks away from her, the words finally landing.

“Is that a no?”

Kara lets her go. She can’t focus on Lena’s heartbeat to assess the situation more. Kara’s own heart is betraying her, drumming so loudly in her ears.

“Uh- no, that's definitely not a no?” says Lena hesitantly, eyes wide, breathing nervously. She turns away from Kara for a minute to take a breath, hands fidgeting about.

She whirls around again to face, mutters, “You do realize marriages are for people who are—”

She pauses.

How do you exactly phrase that wedding proposals are for people who are actually in some kind of romantic relationship? And not for people who casually stay over every goddamn Thursday without fail?And okay, maybe sometimes, in a much different reality, would willingly commit fratricide to save the other? And in an also much different reality, willingly expose a secret identity to save the other?

Lena can’t find the right words.

“Oh, I don’t know, Kara,” Lena scoffs, shaking her head disbelievingly. “Marriage is for people who are actually dating each other.”

Kara takes her sarcasm as a good sign and pulls her in again.

“Well,” Kara begins. She can hear Lena’s heart thumping erratically, now that Kara’s gotten her bearings.

“We can always have our first date after the wedding, right?”

Aren’t they well past the point of dating anyway?

She’s got Lena standing between her legs now, her hands wrapping around her waist.

“First date and honeymoon all in one. That sounds great, doesn’t it? I can fly you wherever you want, Paris, Maldives, hell I even have a Fortress in the Arctic, if you’re into that.”

Lena stares at her, blinks once, twice; shakes her head and lets out a noise between a laugh and a scoff.

“Kara Zor-El, you are one ridiculous woman,” She breathes, putting a hand on Kara’s cheek. Because what else is there to say? This whole conversation really is ridiculous. But at the same time Lena feels like she’s floating? Like this may be the best moment of her life, and of course, it’s going to be ridiculous. This is Kara she’s dealing with, after all.

She doesn’t know what she’s going to do if Kara reveals this to be just some sort of joke.

But the way her blue eyes are piercing through Lena’s, so earnest and so warm, argues otherwise.

“So, what do you say? Wanna get married?”

“Are you serious right now?” Lena asks, still unbelieving. This is beyond crazy. They’ve fought aliens and monsters and traveled through time but this? This is just beyond crazy.

“Lena, do I look like I’m joking? And besides, you’d already offered to pay for two weddings, why not pay for our two weddings, instead?”

She shakes her head again, let’s herself fall closer to Kara, lets out a laugh against her neck.

“Mm. You want a Kryptonian ceremony too?”

“Yeah.” Kara’s voice turns shy. “If that’s alright by you.”

“Of course, that’s alright by me. I’d be honored.”

Her heart feels more than full at the thought of Kara wanting to share that part of her with Lena. She’s always had some doubts whenever the topic of Kara’s Kryptonian heritage arises, always half-afraid she’s overstepped on something that isn’t hers.

But looks like there was nothing to fear all along.

“So, we’re getting married, huh?” Kara wiggles her brows, her face breaking into a wide grin.

“Yes. Mm-hm,” Lena hums against her. “I do. I’d marry you. Let’s get married.”

“Seal it with a kiss?"

****

“Hi.”

Lena blearily opens her eyes, follows the soft voice, her bare back being caressed by the sun filtering through Kara’s curtains.

“Hi,” She whispers back. All this feels much too like a fever dream. She’s half-tempted to pinch herself just to check. She’s woken up beside Kara a million times before but she’ll never get used to the sight of soft golden hair and sleepy blue eyes.

Kara gives her a soft peck and the feel of her lips sends Lena reeling.

The previous night was a whirlwind in her mind’s eye. The moment Lena murmured her 'Yes, please.', Kara kissed her passionately. Once they broke away, Kara had zipped around the apartment, Lena too dazed to even ask what it was Kara was looking for.

She watched as Kara tore off a keychain from one of her bags, curled the keyring to fit Lena’s finger and whispered, “This’ll do. For now.”

Kara had kissed her knuckles reverently, her lips making Lena’s blood sing in her veins. The feel of mangled metal fitted just for her left hand is an imprint on her soul. A promise of more to come.

They didn’t make it out of the kitchen the first time. Kara had lifted her by the waist and set her down on the kitchen counter. Which was a good thing, because Lena couldn’t feel her legs after.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom the second time either. She had tackled Kara onto the couch, pinning her wrists together, licking at the shell of Kara’s ear. “My turn now,” Lena had whispered. The way Kara shivered underneath her was enough of a reward. How long had they been waiting for this?

Flashes of last night had her hips bucking slightly unto Kara’s leg sandwiched between her own, but before it could escalate further...

“I have exciting news to share,” Kara tells her.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Kara hums, now nosing at Lena’s hair.

“What is it?” Lena asks.

“I’m getting married.”

“Oh you are?” Lena plays along.

“Yes. I’m getting married to my best friend,” whispers Kara, almost conspiratorially. “How cool is that?”

Kara looks giddy with excitement and Lena knows she’s mirroring that exact same expression right now.

“Mm. Very cool, darling.”

Kara giggles and they trade more lazy kisses before Lena breaks away to breathe.

“Quite a coincidence though,” Lena husks out against Kara’s lips.

“Oh really? Why?” Kara asks, tries to keep a serious neutral face despite her nose scrunching up in that cute smile that Lena can’t resist

“I’m also getting married,” Lena confides, “To my best friend," she adds, eyes flashing. "Isn’t that great?”

“Very great.” Kara nods slowly, blonde hair falling into her face, a hand running through dark tresses.

“I love you,” Lena whispers, her lips brushing Kara’s softly.

“I love you, too.” Kara kisses her harder then, her hands lazily wandering along Lena’s skin.

They lie there quietly for a few moments, basking in the morning glow and then, “Alex will kill us.”

Lena snorts, twists in the sheets and says, “I think your sister is too busy planning her wedding to even think about plotting our murder.”

read follow-up here.

[lemons3ason]

How the Vinsmoke Brothers React to Calling Out The Safe Word During Sex (Headcannons)

Warning: NSFW, dacryphilia, degradation, bdsm, size kink, overstimulation, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Ichiji Vinsmoke

-Genuinely this man has a soft spot for you, seeing the dewy teardrops sitting on your pretty lashes as you cry and beg him to stop rearranging your guts makes him so weak.

-Cold, ruthless, brutal, a monster, everything he was to others was just never a side you’d see of him, you made him human all because he loved you so dearly.

-“Come on beautiful just take it, I know you can you always do!”, he’ll growl glaring down at you with cold onyx hues.

-He has you in a mating press, his thick cock stretching your tiny pussy to the brink beneath him as he calls you his ‘tiny little pig slut’.

-It’s not until you call out his safe word that he realizes just how seriously he’s hurting you, “S-Sora!”, you had cried out making him stop everything in his tracks.

-The name alone is enough to make him go soft inside of you, he lets go of your thighs finally noticing the bruising from his rough grip on them and watched as you pulled yourself off of him and curled into a shaking ball on the bed.

-He’s unsure of what to say as you pant desperately for breath, something about his actions and word seemed different today and it scared you.

-The name Sora, his mother’s name, was a reminder for him to be kind and caring so that’s just what he did.

-He was forward and straight to the point, putting his boxers back on and pulling you by your arm until you sat up straight so he could throw one of his shirts over your naked form.

-“May I hold you?”, he’ll ask softly waiting for your response and once you nod yes he’ll lay down next to you pull you onto his chest and smother your face in kisses until you stop shaking.

-Once you’re comfortable enough he’ll adjust himself so he’s at your thighs and gently kisses the bruises he’s left on your skin, once you’re calling him up he’s pulling you back onto his chest and gently holding you and watches as you doze off in his warm arms.

-He’ll whisper soft compliments and praise to you gently rubbing circles against your back to keep you at ease while you sleep.

-The next morning you wake up horny but he’s sure to be much more careful with how he handles you, with you on your stomach and hips high in the air he enjoys your soft squeals as he fucks you from behind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Niji Vinsmoke

-This man ties you up, your arms are tied behind your back allowing him to keep you up by yanking on the rope around your wrist, and your calves touch your thighs since he has them tied up allowing him full access to your pussy even if you tried to escape.

-The most brutal of all the brothers when it comes to sex, if you are very sensitive this is not the man you want to be with.

-Pounds brutally at your pussy, burying himself as deep as he can go and then some just to hear you scream, if he feels that you’re too dry he’ll let all that spit that’s accumulated in his mouth to dribble off the tip of his tongue to your hole before returning to thrusting your pussy into oblivion.

-You can normally handle it, usually your masochistic side is in pure pleasure from how he handles you but for some reason it just felt different today.

-“Hmm what’s the matter slut? Not feeling it today? You’re running dry fast today, need some more pain huh my little bitch?”, Niji growls grabbing a fist full of your (h/c) hair that sends your body into shock.

-You’re easily thrown into pure fear as memories as your days as a mistreated slave come flooding back, he had forgotten it for a brief moment but released your locks as soon as you screamed out, “Heartless!”, at the top of your lungs.

-Your devil fruit powers activated blades erupting from your skin, one scratching Niji’s cheek, and the others cutting your skin but helping you cut yourself free.

-You’ll pull away from him quickly, sitting as far from him as you can while you form yourself into a ball.

-Niji sucks at comforting people, even you. So he’ll leave and order Cosette to your room to calm you down while sitting outside your bedroom door in hopes that he’ll be let back in.

-Once you’ve fallen silent and Cosette emerges with an empty tray of plates and cups that she had provided food and beverages for you with she leaves without a word. The door is left open meaning that you are waiting for him.

-He’s silent, a obvious scowl etched over his face as he sees you asleep in fetal position on your side of the bed.

-His erection is long gone since the beginning of the incident, he won’t ask for sex for a while only if you are needy for some relief but he’ll let you do everything just to make sure you’re comfortable.

-Lays close enough to you to wrap an arm over your around balled form, buries his nose into your hair to enjoy your shampoo that he loves so much. He’s noticed that this relaxes you, eventually you unfold yourself throughout the night and you wake up with him pressed against your back and his arm around your waist.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sanji Vinsmoke

-Usually...USUALLY...this man treats your body like a temple. Kisses every inch of it and praises your whole figure especially the places you’re insecure about but after a fight with Zoro he was furious and took it out on you.

-Your back is pressed against the bathroom wall of the ship, tears falling from your hazy eyes as Sanji fucks the fourth orgasm out of you.

-Your tears and whines just egging him on to fuck you more. Your fists weakly punch and push at his chiseled chest to get him off of you but he’s not listening.

-“S-S-Sanji! St-op please!”, you sobbed trying to push him off of you.

-“Stupid moss head...saying he’s better for you then I am. I’ll show him. Your pussy will only be molded to my cock no one else’s!”, the blonde growled.

-His thrusts are so rough that they make your breasts bounce every time his cock fills your wet cunt, your whole body is burning and you can’t feel your legs. You just want it to stop.

-“Prince, stop!”, you begged calling out the title that Sanji absolutely hated.

-He stopped finally taking in how weak your body was from his constant overstimulation. He returns back to his gentlemanly state and puts you down making sure to keep you leaning against him since your legs are weak.

-“I’m sorry my love, I made you so uncomfortable that you had to say that word...I-I’m so sorry.”, he’ll apologize over and over even after you’ve said that it’s okay.

-He’ll gently clean you off, making sure to be careful with your sensitive body, scrub your head with the shampoo he loves so much, before finally joining you in the warm bath and relaxing with you.

-He knows that he was the cause of the issue but he stays by your side hoping you’ll forgive him, carries you to bed once he’s thrown one of his long shirts over your sweet body, and carries you to bed.

-He cooks you your favorites so you can enjoy a nice meal before sleep and absolutely swoons over how cute you look while stuffing your cute face.

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Yonji Vinsmoke

-This man is huge compared to you in every way, towers over you and admired you as his prey but god does he love you.

-Not as mean as Ichiji and Niji but still an insult slips out of his mouth here and there when he has you bouncing on his thick cock.

-He loves the way your ass bounces when you come down hard on his cock taking his whole member in despite how small your pussy is compared to his length.

-He smiles at the feeling of your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs as you ride him silly.

-“Yeah pretty girl that’s it. Take it all in.”, he’ll order striking the plump flesh of your ass with his heavy cold hand.

-He’s not even trying but his heavy hand leaves a mark on your tiny cheeks in seconds, the sweet cry of his name motivates him to do it again and your hip movements become long forgotten as Yonji slaps you ass.

-Each hit makes you clench around his cock, strangling it in your tight little walls. He adore the sensation but quickly becomes impatient so his hips start moving plunging his cock so deep that you feel the entrance of your cunt rub against his pelvis.

-“That’s it you like getting spanked don’t you stupid princess? Come on try harder, I’m gonna fill you up with a little heir to my name and you’re gonna take it all.”, Yonji growls smacking your thigh.

-You can’t take anymore strikes from his hand, your cervix hurts from how much he’s been thrusting into you. So you can’t do anything but cry out the word, “Monster!”, you cry out making Yonji freeze up immediately.

-As you collapse off of his member his brothers barge in like nothing informing him of the new mission they’ve been appointed, both of them staring at your shaken form as you try to cover yourself.

-Niji dares to reach out to you with a shit face grin on his face but Yonji doesn’t let his brother touch you. He throws his royal cape over your naked body and shoves his brothers out of the room to change.

-“Stay here, rest up. I should’ve realized that it was to much for you, don’t be mad at me.”, He’ll sigh, the tall green haired man will get on his knees placing his head on your thighs waiting for your forgiveness.

-You forgive him once your body has calmed down and gently play with his hair forgetting that he has to leave on a mission until Niji starts pounding at the door.

-“I’ll be back beautiful. Just wait for me and I’ll make it up to you.”, he smirks pressing a hot kiss to your plump lips.

[alfredosauce50]

From a past life [Yandere vampire! Romania x reader]

Synopsis: For centuries, he waited for your return--your rebirth. So when he finally learns of your whereabouts just outside of Wallachia, he rushes to meet you in hopes of becoming what you both used to be. But he runs into a predicament when he learns you're in a relationship with a man, a pesky human mortal by the name of Daniel. He'll do anything to get rid of him, even if he has to play dirty. He made a promise to you that he would find you for the rest of your lifetimes, so God forbid that he breaks it. Wordcount: 3, 813 The reader is referred to as she/her.

A trip to Romania had always been on your bucket list. Your boyfriend was just as excited to go, but he wouldn’t have been if it turned out to be the last trip you'd ever go on with him.

Today was when you would visit the highlight of your itinerary. On the Transylvania side of the border with Wallachia, and nestled in miles of rolling hills, was Bran castle. The awe-inspiring fortress told one of the most famous tales of old as Count Dracula's abode. Or at least, it was rumored to be as it fit the description of it.

Needless to say, you were dragging him around the estate to admire anything and everything that piqued your interest or served as a potential photo spot. “Oh, hurry up, Daniel! This is where he slept!” Scrambling closer to the grand bed, which was certainly framed with more wood than needed, you leaned in behind the red rope that fenced off the artifact. Then, you flashed him a wide grin.

He returned the gesture with a tender smile of his own. “I'm as old as this castle, kicsim. Let me take things in slowly.”

“You're only three years older than me. I don't think you have the right to call me little or yourself old.” Flattening your lips at that, your frown melted away as quickly as it appeared.

“But look! Dracula's sheets and mattress. Though it would make more sense to say it was Vlad's... The guy he was based on. Hmm, but that wouldn't make sense either.”

The man rubbed the nape of his neck with a soft laugh. It was no doubt he shared your enthusiasm, but your unapologetic passion always made him fall harder than he already had. “Yep. I believe he was imprisoned here. I don't think he'd be getting the master bedroom.” He appeared from behind and rested himself on your head as you placed a pistol grip on your chin.

“Even then, I can't imagine him sleeping so soundly after sticking so many sticks up people's--” Two strong arms squeezed around your waist to make you gasp.

“Ah-!”

“Okay! What do you say we go down to the gardens for a walk, hm?”

And that was exactly what the two of you did. Skipping out in front of him, you held onto his hands and swung his arms. “I'm gonna go down to the pond, okay? You can enjoy this place nice and slowly like the old person you are.”

This was the greenest garden you ever had the pleasure to stroll through, even the tea house blended in with its moss-covered roof. It only emphasized how ancient this castle really was, and something about it delighted you in ways you couldn't articulate.

“Alright, kicsim. I'll see what nice flowers I'll add to my hair.” Daniel scooped the pink blossom from his hazel brown bangs and placed it behind your ear. “When I do, I'll come get you. Don't let any vampires find you before I do.” Shooting you a wink at that, you pecked him on the nose before running off.

Who would have thought those words would ring truer than he intended? Several miles away, slept a man who was as old as Bran castle. His name too was Vlad, though he never earned such a fearsome reputation by impaling his enemies. Instead, he kept a low profile and dedicated his long, neverending life to finding someone.

Every restless night, she was what he dreamed of since her passing.

When I go, promise me you'll find me again.

Promise me.

Fluttering his eyes awake, they glowed a blood-red in the darkness of his bedroom. They drooped with a tiredness that never seemed to go away no matter how much he rested.

Sliding off the mattress, he folded the flaps of his robes tightly around his body before making his way into the halls. Every corner of this humble countryside cottage he called his home was enshrouded with shadows, and not to mention the thick coating of dust caking the top of every shelf, couch, and tabletop.

He hadn't cleaned this house for centuries. His will to try withered away through the years in his lonesome, but he was patient. Peeking through the gap between the curtains of his overgrown hair, his irises shrunk as the blinding daylight poured into them through the drapes of his living room window. He could feel it in his dead still heart.

Something had changed.

Out there in the world scorched by the sun, was something even warmer. And it was so familiar, so tender, he could not mistake it for anything else, or anybody else for that matter.

She was nearby, and the thought filled him to the brim with a joy so potent, tears of relief welled in his wide eyes. He had waited hundreds of years for this moment. For her return. Her rebirth that would usher in his own.

The prospect was so invigorating, he felt as if his heart began to beat again. He never felt so alive. Scurrying back to his bedroom, he sat in front of his vanity to access his appearance. He had to look presentable before meeting her, hadn't he? A bedhead like this and nightwear would simply not do.

Especially when he hadn't cut his hair for at least twenty years.

Giving his long locks of strawberry-blonde a thorough comb, he let it fall straight down to his lower back. With a few quick snips, he shortened his bangs by a few inches to give the impression he had some sort of control over an otherwise uncontrollable mane of hair.

As he shed himself of his robes in exchange for day clothes, a white dress shirt paired with dark plaid pants, one singular thought repeated in his head like a broken record. As morbid as it sounded, it was more of a Godsend than anything.

Death was never the end. Not for her, and not for him. Or rather, a new beginning.

But it didn't start the way he imagined. Following her sweet scent to the gardens of the famed Bran castle, he found the smell growing more and more pungent, albeit confused. It was mixed with another's, tainted by the stench of a human male. His irises thinned to slits, and he tensed up all over. How could this be?

Hiding behind a tree, he peered over the side to confirm his suspicion.

There she was, her beauty as pristine and untouched as the last time he loved her. For just one second, he was over the moon. But his euphoria was short-lived when he saw that she was with a man. Kissing him, even. Even though it was just on the nose, any further down her face would have caused him to start an apocalypse.

That insignificant, trifling, and scheming little creature. He was about to reap what he sowed. How dare he take his place? It was him she was meant to with, not that pesky mortal!

Whipping his head to the front, his eyes went round with disbelief and his breathing grew ragged. An unfathomable ache spread in his chest as he dug his nails into the bark. How could he have let this happen? It took every shred of his willpower to keep the waterworks at bay.

His throbbing heart was also weighed down with a pang of heavy guilt. To allow another soul to be this close to her was a grave disservice to the promise he made. But that didn't mean he couldn't undo this.

In just a few seconds, he formulated an intricate plan to carry out well-deserved revenge. To have her in his arms again, and him, out of the picture where he belonged. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. When he spun around, he grabbed him by the neck and caught him in a trance with his hypnotizing, inhuman gaze.

“You will give these flowers to the nearest young woman you see. Put them in her hair and kiss her on the lips.” Opening his own palm, he materialized three peonies before placing them in the other's.

Unable to escape the powerful snare cast by a vampire such as himself, Daniel did so as told. “I will give these flowers to the nearest young woman I see. I will put them in her hair and kiss her on the lips.” He reiterated monotonously with his eyes glazed over.

Watching the helpless man saunter off, he smirked devilishly as he exchanged glances with his long-lost lover. This would hurt her a great deal, but she would only be devastated if he never did it.

You had been watching the pond, completely ignorant to the scene that was about to unfold. Little did you know, it was purposely orchestrated. Using a stick to prod at your reflection, you lingered on the ripples distorting it before glancing up. In the distance was none other than your boyfriend, and judging from the pink in his hands, he found his flowers.

So you stood up. You would have snuck up on him as a surprise, but your feet remained firmly planted on the ground when you witnessed him give it away, then flirt with another woman. It couldn't be mistaken for anything else. He was kissing her!

Frankly, you couldn't believe it. One year was all it took for him to lose interest? Blood flushed your face as bile rose in your throat. How could he? And during a vacation at that, too! Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, but you blinked them away when you heard the light treading of feet nearby.

This had to be a misunderstanding. Right?

Spinning to the source, you found yourself staring at the most peculiar man you had ever seen. He carried a delicate parasol to shade him from the sunlight. Combined with his pasty white skin, it was almost as if he was one of the very mythological creatures the country was renowned for.

He smiled gently, almost understandingly.

“Are you alright, domnișoară? I have a spare handkerchief if you'd like.” His alluring voice was as bewitching as a siren, but his mere presence brought you unspeakable comfort. And yet, he was nothing but a stranger, an odd one at that, so you were at a loss to realize that all it took for you to gravitate towards him was for your eyes to meet.

“I'm okay, thank you. But I couldn't possibly accept something like that. I mean, I don't know you...” Waving your hands at the man apologetically, you took the opportunity to scan him up and down.

As if he walked right out of a fairytale, he oozed prince-like charm. His clothes were traditional and refined, but that long, silky hair of his was certainly a rare sight--rare but breathtakingly beautiful. It gave his character untold notions of grandeur, mystery, and an inexplicable impression he was ancient.

But that couldn't be, not when he didn't look a day over twenty.

“What do you mean, you won't take it? It's yours.” He pulled out a small piece of fabric from his sleeve. Placing the finely embroidered cloth into your palm, he never gave you the chance to object. “It would be rude to regift something, so you'll have to keep it forever.” Mischief curled at his lips, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

“Alright, alright, you got me there.”

You dabbed away the moisture before breathing out a sigh.

“I'm sure you're a very nice person, but I can't bother you more than I already have. Thank you, again, Mr. Vampire.” If it weren't for how heartbroken you were, you would have been mortified. Being pitied by a Romanian local was never part of your plan.

Just when you were betrayed by Daniel, he appeared like a knight in shining armor. If only you could forget what happened between you and your boyfriend. Otherwise, you would be bragging about meeting a vampire in Romania for as long as you could talk.

“Mr. Vampire?” He lifted his head before revealing a pair of sharp fangs in a grin. Now that caught you off guard. “You don't see me calling you miss human--and I have a name, thank you very much.” As he placed his gloved hand on his chest to playfully feign offense, he bit back another smile at the sound of your amused giggling.

Despite what happened a few minutes ago, talking to this actor was making you feel better already.

“And let me guess, is it Alucard?” You shook your head. “Or is it Vlad? You can't possibly call yourself Dracula looking like that.”

He blinked incredulously, then curved an arm over his face as if to cover himself with his non-existent cloak. “How did you know?”

“That your name is Alucard?”

“No, Vlad.”

“Okay, close enough. It was nice meeting you, Vlad, but I have a stupid boyfriend to scream at.” At the mention of that, you looked like you were on the verge of tears again. “All I'm hoping is that he's still my boyfriend after this. If only he were as much of a gentleman as you.”

He reflected your distress in a frown, and you would have been surprised by how much this apparently bothered him. But you already walked off. So he offered one last niceity before you strayed too far. “Good luck with your boyfriend.”

“No promises.”

He let those two words affect him more than he intended. Needless to say, he moved on quickly to watch you run to the unsuspecting brunette. Soon, his anguish was staved off by the sight of you shoving him back a few steps.

What looked like a one-sided argument broke out, and all the poor, confused man could do was just that--be confused. Shortly after, you stormed off, and he jogged behind, desperately calling your name.

A sinister smile cracked at Vlad's lips, and his irises glowed red. That little thing had no idea what was yet to happen to him.

That night, Daniel took you to the Brașov city hall for dinner. The beautiful buildings surrounding a fountain were as traditional as they were clean. Too bad your zeal was burned away by your anger. In the few hours in the hotel before, he barely managed to soothe it by explaining himself. A given, considering his explanation made no sense whatsoever.

He couldn't remember flirting with a woman.

“I think we could share a pizza. Are you okay with that?” Lifting his gaze to meet yours, you only turned away to stare out the window into the endless night. Your spaciness was deserved on his part, but little did he know, it only had so much to do with his wrongdoings.

The eccentric local never left your mind. After all, he gave you something to smile about with his whimsical kindness.

Vlad must have been an entertainer, a virtuoso at that, but his actions never came off as ingenuine. To be frank, you were drawn to his sincerity, and even looking for him subconsciously, wishing that he could magically appear because you willed it.

If only Daniel could be just as sincere.

“I must be okay with a lot of things.” His face fell. The same sorrow from when he was at the hotel room returned, but you couldn't care to give it any attention. “Like you pretending you didn't kiss someone right in front of me because you don't remember. I'm not stupid. Who else would have long hair tied back and flowers in their fringe?”

Daniel knitted his brows so tightly together, creases formed between them. “... I know it sounds like I'm lying, but I swear to you I didn't do it. You know me, (F/N).” At this point, he hadn't the foggiest what to say to appease you because he simply didn't do it. “I promise. All I'm asking is for you to trust me.”

“You promise?” You fumed.

There was only one thing you hated more than a liar.

“I trusted you, Daniel, I really did. But how could you ask me to trust you after I talked to that girl? She remembered it, so why can't you? Did you think I was that crazily into you I could let anything slide?” The biting truth silenced him, but it was the sound of you choking back tears that broke his heart.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom to think this over.”

He had no way to argue with you, let alone the heart to when it was just broken and crushed to a thin slab of flesh. What if he really did kiss someone, and miraculously forgot?

“When I come back, I better not see you kissing anybody again.”

Standing up at that, he watched you leave with a defeated expression. Then, he folded his arms across the table and buried his face into it. There was no way he could fail that, could he?

What were the odds of kissing someone again when he had absolutely no intention to? The chances were dwindling at zero as he kept his head down. Unless supernatural forces were at work, nothing could get him to budge from sitting at this table.

But even he couldn't count on the world of the mundane to save him.

Sitting a few tables away was the exact opposite of mundane. When the front door slammed shut, he stood up and walked to the customer with their head down. While all the men in the establishment wore their hair short, his was long and flowing like time itself. There was something other-worldly about him. Something ghostly in the way he walked.

With every step he took, his feet never seemed to touch the ground as if he was floating. And his pale complexion was just as macabre as how he carried himself.

Not a minute passed, and Daniel found himself standing outside by the fountain. With absolutely no recollection, he somehow left the restaurant and wound up here in the festive courtyard. As shock paralyzed him from head to toe, the only thought that occurred to him was this. What in the hell was going on?

Rather than sitting head down in the warm restaurant, he was out here, chilled by the biting European cold. Couldn't he have at least remembered the transition?

In front of him was the same woman he supposedly flirted with in the gardens. And judging from the blush on her cheeks, he just threw away all his chances at making up with you.

“Listen, I... I don't know you. Forget me. Forget this ever happened.” Daniel trembled, feeling a chill run down his spine as he staggered back a few steps. It was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. There was just no sound explanation for this when this situation wasn't sound at all. Whatever it was, this was clearly a case of sabotage.

And like hell he was giving in to whoever that masterminded it.

He ran back inside with a fearful kind of urgency. Rushing back to the table he unwillingly abandoned, he froze when he saw you marching towards him down the aisle with murder on your mind. But death was too lenient a punishment. It would grant him a clean slate, a new beginning from a past life of unfaithfulness.

So he was splashed with a glass of red wine instead.

As the crimson liquid soaked his hair, it spread over his shirt like blood. After you saw what he did, the last shred of hope you didn't know you had died, squelched out there on his clothes for the world to see. A chorus of gasps was heard from every corner of the restaurant. Unbeknownst to the patrons who murmured amongst themselves, it wasn't just any lover's quarrel they were watching.

Daniel's breath hitched as he struggled to process his mortification. Behind you stood the very gentleman that tapped him awake, but he never made the connection between him and his misfortunes.

And perhaps, it was better that way.

After leaving your boyfriend for good, Vlad offered to walk with you around the city. Once again, he had swooped in to save you, only this time around, he was staying.

“So... What are you gonna do now?” He asked, casting a tender gaze your way. Before you could wrap your arms around yourself, he beat you to it and flung his cloak around your body. When you gawked at him, he only grinned toothily with his fangs.

Your cheeks reddened and you turned away. Why he was still in his vampire getup was beyond you. But seeing his enthusiasm only reminded you that you lost yours. “... Book another hotel room. Spend the rest of this holiday crying. Maybe never think of this country ever again.”

“And I'm not letting you do any of those things.” He hummed, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Why do you think I'm walking with you right now, hm? I'm gonna take you around to the best spots in Transylvania. The most haunted ones, I mean. So you can forget about going back to the hotel.”

You sighed but managed a small smile. “That's great and all, but I'm not made of money. And my stuff is all there.”

He squinted. “... Oh yeah. But after we get your stuff, we can go elsewhere, can't we?”

A few laughs fell from your lips. His generosity really knew no bounds. “Your house, then? You do realize I only met you today, right?”

Vlad closed his eyes. He could beg to differ.

“But you're still walking with me alone. In the dark.”

“Only because you saw me cry twice today. I wouldn't be mad if you killed me so I don't have to be so embarrassed.” He frowned at the sound of that, so you added this. “I was just kidding. Something about you just makes me feel... Strangely comfortable. Like I've met you before. Isn't that weird?”

“... Not really.” Reaching the top of a hill, he stared at an old castle in the distance, sitting high up in the mountains. “There's a legend about this city. Hundreds of years ago, a vampire and a human woman fell in love. She died, of course. But people say he's still around, waiting for her to reincarnate so they can be together again.”

The way he spoke was so sad, it was almost as if he was that very vampire himself. But what did that have to do with you?

“... Okay. Then do you think he'll ever find her?”

Vlad turned to you with an unreadable expression, but there was an untold fondness in how he looked at you.

“He already has.”

[dynyamight]

Midoriya, smling awkwardly; Apologies, sir, but i think you are in the wrong tower.

Bakugou, already in love: ... No, it's definitely the right one.

i offer you, flynn!bkg x musketeer!deku based off this lovely art, & woolly's precious dialouge

“You’re sure that this is the tower?”

Bakugou squints, fighting against the blaring sunlight that shines above the roof. “I guess..?”

Beside him, Todoroki groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t possibly say that when we’re already here.”

Growling, Bakugou brings a hand to shield over his gaze. “Shut up.” He snarls lowly, “I barely had any information on this damn, stupid damsel, let alone where she lives. Give me a damn break!”

“That’s why you’re supposed to ask around.”

“Yeah, let me just ask a bunch of local bimbos and lackeys where to find a tall ass tower, holding a long destined princess inside.” Bakugou stomps in his boots, throwing his arms in the air. “Oh right, that’s every fucking tower, ‘round here!”

Todoroki sighs, turning his back away from Bakugou. “Well, I’m personally choosing to not stay and watch yourself get humiliated. For both of our sakes.”

Bakugou sputters, the ends of his hair spiking. “What the hell?!” He hisses, “You’re just gonna leave me all my damn self?!”

“This isn’t my fairy tale to fulfill.”

“Fuck that! Crooks and shitty pirates could be up this stupid tower! You’re staying, Half n’ Half!”

Todoroki never ceases his steps, waving a hand behind. “I’ll be awaiting your arrival back at the creek with our horses.” He calls back.

When his figure becomes non-existent, far deep in the forest where they came from, Bakugou angrily digs his booted heels into the ground. Grittened curses and insults are easily spewed, as doubts flood Bakugou’s mind.

This had to be the tallest tower in the countryside; there was no fucking way. He and Todoroki travelled out of their safe haven village, risked their damn lives as wanted men in the kingdom, and yet, all of their efforts could potentially be wasted, over some shit tip he got, when he was young and gullible.

Now, all he hopes is that his goddamn soulmate has enough money to bail him out of the authorities' heavy watch.

That’s right; Soulmates. Connected together through a folk story or fairy tale, they were fated, destined pairs that were lucky enough to be passed down through generations. Only a few people throughout their kingdom were blessed to have this guidance.

The fairy tales differ and vary in task. The most common to be gifted was the midnight glass slipper and the kissing of a frog; feet and reptiles were fucking gross. There was the waking kiss of a cursed needle struck; stupid. And, there was the beast curse uplifting, which was the most absurd of them all; absolutely disgusting.

Yet, Bakugou had been the unfortunate bastard to have been given the family fairy tale of having to find his princess at the tallest tower of the land, and climb it with her fucking hair. Go figure.

Glancing back at the tower, Bakugou notices its many oddities. Despite no front door anywhere to be seen, there were large windows, overlooking the forest and far city below. And, on the sills and on top of the stone slabs, moss, garden flowers, and vines grew, with a year's worth of growth. And, at the highest point, the compartment of the tower looked rather large, not all small or crowded looking.

The tower didn’t scream ‘help me’. Instead, the building looked rather cozy, well taken care of, and gave off an air of home.

It bewildered Bakugou entirely.

He’s meant to save his fated princess from the heights of her secluded isolation, and yet, it feels like he’s going to fucking bother her.

Regardless, he has a mission that he needs to get over with. The sooner he can call out to his fated partner, the sooner he can have a sword to her throat and demand riches.

“Oi!” Bakugou shouts aloud at the tower, towards the largest window opening. “Open up!”

When there’s no response, he cups his hand around his mouth. “Hey! I said fucking open up, already! Let down your hair!”

Nothing.

Irritation seeps under his skin. Bakugou knows he has to quote the cringest, most idiotic words to ever leave his lips, in order for his destiny to finally be fulfilled. But, for god’s sake, he doesn’t want to.

In a way, he’s glad the damn Half n’ Half bastard wasn’t nearby to hear him make a complete fool out of himself. Looking like a fucking jester to the king.

Clearing his throat, Bakugou stubbornly tries to ignore the embarrassed burning of his cheeks. “..Rapunzel, oh Rapunzel,” He begrudgingly echoes, “Let down your hair!”

Like a hawk eying at its prey, Bakugou focuses at the window, for any sign of possible movement or noise. But, just as before, not a single shift in the air changed, or an indication of acknowledgement.

Bakugou throws down his satchel in a fit of fury. “Are you fucking deaf?!” He turns away, shouting to the sky, “I swear, in the name of Ever After, I will set this stupid, tall ass tower ablaze, if you don’t open this damn window and let me climb your long ass hair, right—!”

A creak emits from the direction of the tower, and immediately Bakugou’s heart jumps.

Slowly, he twists back to notice finally that the closed, large window now had its curtains separated, and its double panels open.

And standing atop of the perch of the balcony, was a young man, dressed in a musketeer attire and red cape. His short, green curls peeped from under his feathered hat.

“Wh-What long hair?” The man asks, genuinely confused.

Even though there was a distance between them, Bakugou could still see the beauties. Those emerald eyes; they put every ruby and sapphire to shame. Those freckles, sprinkled across his soft features; splattered nicely like stars. And, that skin; kissed and caressed by the sun’s warmth lovingly.

Bakugou doesn’t realize he’s been staring, until the man speaks out, “Are you lost, sir?”

Now, that makes Bakugou double take. “Wha— I’m supposed to be fucking asking you that.”

The young musketeer tilts his head down below. “This is my home? I live here.”

“..Rapunzel isn’t fucking here? The damsel in distress, abandoned by a wicked mother, crying alone, and shitting bricks in fear, wanting to escape to see the real world outside?”

“..I have a wonderful mom. I regularly leave to guard the kingdom’s palace, and I would think I live a blessed, calm life.” The young man voices shyly, “And, um, I’m Midoriya. Midoriya Izuku. There is no Rapunzel here..”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Todoroki would have gone fucking mental, hearing this. And, honestly, Bakugou kinda wishes he could see his fellow bandit’s reaction.

“Shit.” Bakugou groans, running a hand through his hair. “You’re telling me this ain’t the tallest tower of the kingdom?”

“Um,” Midoriya scratches at the underside of his cheek, “I mean, this is one of them.”

“Fucking hell.”

Pointing behind him, Midoriya redirects Bakugou’s attention towards the horizon line. “The tallest towers are out to the mountainside, where their roofs graze the clouds and breeze. It will take you a few days to reach there.”

“..Are you fucking certain you ain’t the Rapunzel I seek?”

Midoriya blushes at the mention. However, smiling awkwardly, he shakes his head. “Apologies, sir. But, I do think you are at the wrong tower. I’m only a mere simpleton.”

Fucking hell. He was at the wrong tower.

Yet, that soft, gentle smile. It leaves Bakugou whirling, with this fluttery, airy sensation overwhelmingly consuming him from the inside, out. That smile looks so good, against those supple, rosy, freckled cheeks, and paired perfectly with those iries of jade.

Midoriya didn’t have the fated long, golden hair, or the destined, donned name of Rapunzel.

But, Bakugou was always the one to chase after things he wasn’t supposed to have, stealing them away for himself. And, despite the hefty bounty on his head, begging him to stop, there was nothing wrong in stealing one last thing.

Soulmate or not, he hopes to take Midoriya's heart.

“Nah,” Bakugou snorts, the corners of his lips lifting, “This is definitely the right one.”

[entishramblings]

The Essence of Arda [Legolas X Reader]

A.N: whoA okay so this fic took me on a whole ass adventure. I kinda just let the story go where it wanted to and ya know I’m kinda happy with how it turned out. Also, “(h/c)” means hair color...there is something I included but I wanted to make sure you guys could still see yourself as the character so yeah! Another also...I’m sorry....this was requested literally so long ago.

Request: @sokkasdarling — heyhey im gonna request smth cus i LOVE U AND UR WRITING HHHH okay so how about a jealous legolas fic where he thinks the reader and aragorn have a lil thing going on but they're just really great friends and she actually likes legolas very much?? please and thank you<3333

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Legolas’s paths cross in an unexpected way and the two develop feelings for each other. However, Legolas is unsure and gets jealous bc of the way Aragorn and (Y/N) interact.

Word Count: 3,661 (sorry I got a little carried away)

Warnings: angst, fluff, cuteness, jealousy, the tiniest amount of nudity

(gif not mine)

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Legolas had met many wandering souls throughout his travels of middle earth—weathered, withered, and warped humans in particular, for the elements and loneliness seemed to affect them more so. Elves, on the other hand, were bound to nature. It was where their hearts rested and their spirits thrived; therefore, the desperation of the empty lands of Arda did not affect him. However, that didn’t mean he did not wish for company. So, on that account, Legolas made his way north towards the Dundain, in hopes to see his good friend Aragorn once more.

It was there, in the northern wilderness, where he met the most riveting and thought-provoking individual. The intriguing nature that compelled his attention was that she was so unlike the other humans he ventured upon, specifically because she wasn’t exactly human.

The first time he had met (Y/N) was when her sharp canine teeth were at his throat.

A (h/c) she-wolf had launched herself at him with an unhinged jaw and barring teeth. The nimble creature had been so swift that he, even as an elf, did not have time to react. The wolf had pinned him down with a viscous expression—laughing at his surprise. Legolas was only quick enough to pull a knife from his belt once he was already knocked down upon the mud. However, he hesitated just before he was going to strike the blade into the beasts’ belly.

As intimidated as he was, something in those vibrant earthy eyes made him halt. Was it the deep churning of the sea? The fresh breath of the sky? The moisture of the leaves? The pooling of sun-kissed honey? The thickness of clay-like soil? Legolas was unsure why exactly, but those eyes reflected the essence of Arda—they reflected it right back into his soul. And here was his miscalculation, for the natural instincts of a wolf would not suspend for its prey—well, not without a familiar voice calling out....?

“(Y/N), NO!”

The creature froze. She reluctantly backed off of his form but she did not let her guard down. Instead, she circled him with those same barring teeth and low growls.

Legolas inhaled a deep breath of cold air as he tried to re-center himself, for it was not often an elf got knocked on their ass and enthralled so deep in a beauty.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and focused in on his elvish senses—feeling every nerve in his body scream out to be alert.

Legolas’s ears picked up the first indication—the speaker.

A sound of rough, ragged panting carried through the breeze as his gaze whispered upon the being who had previously hollered—a worn down Ranger.

A small grin crossed the elf’s face. Aragon stood before Legolas, with hands on his knees, sucking in deep breathes. An entirely human action. The Ranger clearly had a hard time keeping up with the canine creature—which he surprisingly seemed to be acquainted with.

“Legolas, by the Valar, I didn’t know you were traveling through these parts,” He exclaimed.

The elf chuckled as he stood, brushing dirt off his palms.

“Well, I suppose I am lucky for she listens to you well,” He nodding at the wolf for reference.

The Ranger shook his head and let out an amused laugh. “She never listens to a thing I say. So, you are lucky, indeed.”

The wolf released a snort-like sound as if she was retorting to his words.

The Ranger rolled his eyes before speaking to Legolas again, “Let me show you to where we are camped. A hot meal will be waiting.”

Legolas smiled softly, “Thank you, Mellon Nin (my friend).”

The group—consisting of man, elf, and wolf—traveled through the woodland tundra with small conversation between the two who could speak. They shared their recent adventures and current news across the lands until they come upon a handful of Rangers around a blazing fire. They were clad in similar attire as Aragorn, being worn leather boots and thick fraying fabrics. Each of them had the same haunted expressions as many people Legolas had met, yet nothing like the joyful grin that pulled slightly at Aragorn’s lips.

The Ranger introduced each of his companions to the elf as he settled down upon a log. Legolas did the same, allowing himself to become enthralled by the brilliant flames. The she-wolf left his thoughts.

As the moon rose high and stars stretched across the sky, the rangers began to settle for the evening. It was then when the elf ducked away to relieve himself.

He made his way through the twisting trees in silence for he enjoyed listening to the sounds of night’s nature. But the normal chirps and hoots was not what met his ears; rather it was snapping bones and ripping skin, small groans and weak whimpers—it was pain.

Legolas narrowed his eyes and crept forward cautiously, fearful of what he might find.

The sounds let him towards a rather large bolder that was impeded in the ground and covered in thick moss. He was startled as he laid a hand on the cold stone, for a leg protruded upon the side—a leg belonging to the canine species.

It bended and it snapped, morphing into one of human nature—much like his own. It then disappeared behind the rock once more. He could not hold back the gasp that left his lips for witnessing such a thing was—shocking, confusing, terrifying. It was unnatural, but then again, what was ever natural within the lands of Arda?

Legolas’s attention was drawn upwards as a naked figure shakily stood before him.

She stood straight, with impeccable posture, and a head held high; but that is not what claimed his consciousness. It was that vibrant gaze, burning angry holes into him.

She spoke sharply, “Well, are you going to pass me my clothing?”

Instead of responding or making any motion, he froze as if he was deer hiding from the predator once more. His blue orbs locked onto hers, for he dared not let his gaze wander.

Dreadful silence hung in their air as he processed that the person before him indeed was a wolf moments before—the wolf.

However, that antagonizing absence of sound was disrupted when life was breathed back into him and he could finally move his lips. Though it came out as a whisper, for elves were conservative creatures and such a sight had caught him off guard, it still came out nonetheless.

“You are—are not entirely human.” He stated with an expression that seeped curiousness and inquiry.

“Though, currently, I am shaped like one. So, as you are in my way, I will ask you once again to pass me my clothing.” She reiterated.

Legolas’s brows pulled together and his lips mumbled her words back to her as he searched his mind for the meaning. He twisted around and around until a pile of dark fabrics caught his eye. He grasped them gently and passed it over the boulder between them into her calloused hands.

He turned so his back was facing her. His anxiety and awkwardness reverberated off of every word that non-consensually tumbled from his lips. “You are a shifter then—able to alter your form? A wolf....so I suppose it was you who almost tore my throat out.” He paused before recalling her name, “(Y/N).” He should have stopped there if he could, but alas, he couldn’t. “I have only ever met one other like you. His name was Beorn—a great black bear he was—“

She interrupted him, “Most elves I come across are not so verbal. Though, Strider had mentioned you before, Legolas. A strange fellow you are indeed.”

A small grin of embarrassment flickered across his face, not that she could see. “He called me strange?”

A laugh, sounding of blades of grass rubbing together against the wind, struck the air. (Y/N) spoke, “For an elf he had said. But truly, he was too generous with those extra words.”

Legolas tilted his head at that for it seemed to be an insult; but before he could decide on such a matter, she called out to him again—this time fully clothed and ten feet in front of him.

“Are you coming?”

He quickly scampered after her.

As he and (Y/N) entered the area, Aragorn, who still sat by the fire, glanced up with a shimmer in his eye.

Legolas gridded his teeth and sat down next to the man. In a voice as low and quiet as he could muster, he spoke to the Ranger. “Why didn’t you tell me she was the wolf?”

Aragorn smirked in amusement before whispering back, “I figured you would eventually come to that conclusion and by your expression it was not of the best experiences.”

Legolas shot his friend a glare, but that only made the Ranger grin more.

Luckily for the elf, (Y/N) interrupted the moment. “Strider, did you save me some stew? I’m starved.”

The man passed a bowl to her as he spoke, “You know I always do, (Y/N).”

She smiled gratefully.

The Ranger stood and made his way to his bedroll, clapping the elf on the shoulder as he went.

Legolas took notice of the interaction between the two and turned his attention to the woman sitting across from him.

Once he was sure Aragorn was out of ear shot, he spoke quite bluntly, “You and Strider....are you—“

She snorted, “No, no. His heart lies in Rivendell.”

Legolas raised an eyebrow, “And yours?”

(Y/N) shrugged and glanced up at the scenery around them. “Here. In the lands of middle earth.”

The elf tilted his head, examining her again.

She stopped her chewing and sent him an accusatory look. “What?”

Legolas smiled softly, “I sense that shifters are much like elves in that regard—bound to nature and tethered in the sky.”

She raised a brow, “And what makes you think that?”

He chuckled lightly at her bold fierceness, “Your eyes. I can see the essence of Arda in them.”

(Y/N) shook her head in amusement, “Elves and their poetry.” She paused, taking a moment to think. “Although what you say is true, it is within that where I think we differ. You elves are laced up spiritually whereas shifters are tied animalisticly.” When the elf did not respond she continued, “You care for morals, I care to survive.”

Legolas nodded in understanding, “Yet we both appreciate the beauty of it.”

The corner of her lip pulled upwards and she shook her head in agreement.

......

As time went on and the small group traveled, the female shifter and the elf became great friends—bonding over their infinity with nature. The two had split off from the rangers for a little while because (Y/N) wanted to see the forest of Greenwood and examine what seemed to be haunting it. However, after approximately two moon cycles, they met with Aragorn once more. He was not with his previous companions though, so it was only the three of them.

The months had gotten colder and they traveled upon open plains so (Y/N) stayed in her wolf form. It was easier for the time being. And it was in this shape that she came bounding towards the ranger that she had not seen in a while.

She jumped up upon him, knocking him to the ground as she had once done to Legolas. She plastered wet slobbery licks upon his face as his chest rumbled with laughter.

The elf could not help but feel a pang of jealous encase his heart. He had grown to develop feelings for the shifter as they had grown close over their journey. 

Just as he felt bound to nature, he felt bound to her.

So he stood, with a fire burning in his heart, as he watched (Y/N) give canine affection to his human friend.

As the days continued on, Legolas’s irritation grew. (Y/N) strayed closer to Aragorn’s side—rubbing her face against his leg and pawing at his feet in attempt to trip him.

Of course, Aragorn could pick up on the elf’s mood and angry looks. He had thought Legolas was aware of his lover in Rivendell, but perhaps not. The Ranger had wanted to find a moment alone with the elf so he could assure him of the sibling-like relationship between him and the shifter; but with open freezing lands like this, there was no privacy.

The small trio had settled upon large rocks for the night as that was the only shelter available. They lit a brilliant fire in attempt to starve off the nipping wind, but it only did so much.

Aragorn, wrapped in blankets, had fallen asleep quite quickly; whereas Legolas sat brooding, leaning against a boulder.

It was a moment before he noticed those curious eyes on him. They twinkled with the emotions of Arda, searching his soul. With a tilted head, the wolf approached him slowly.

She crawled forward, so close that her wet nose was inches from his own. She resting one large paw upon his thigh but her weight did not hurt him.

Legolas did not move because he was taken by surprise. (Y/N), as partially human, did understand boundaries; yet, she did not seem to care about them in this instance. Instead, she studied him—up close.

The elf knew that she was searching him for answers given she had noticed his mood as well. However, Legolas did not wish to give any. Therefore, he held his porcelain elf features strong, not bending to her intimidation. He starred right back at her. Though this time, his eyes were filled with anger and frustration—and (Y/N) could tell.

Legolas was upset with her for she blatantly gave Aragorn affections.

Could she not see his heart?

He had said he would not bend to her will and intimidation. He had decided he would be cold towards her. He had made a choice—a choice that he could not uphold as he gazed into her soft eyes of nature.

Slowly, he raised a gentle hand. He brought it close to her face. When she did not pull away, he cupped the canine’s features.

To his disbelief, (Y/N) completed an action he had never seen her do before—even with Aragorn. She leaned into his touch.

Legolas’s lips parted as the moment encapsulated his mind.

He let his hand fall slowly and (Y/N) leaped off his lap. But she did not scamper off in a different direction. Instead, she ducked into his side and curled up against him. She let her head rest on his lap.

Cautiously, Legolas began to stroke her soft, (h/c) fur. He let the short strands slip through his fingers, lulling her to sleep.

.....

When Legolas woke, (Y/N) was not in his sights. He sent a confused expression towards Aragorn who was tending to the dwindling flames.

“She will be back,” the Ranger stated simply.

The elf stood and walked towards Aragorn. “Where did she go?”

The ranger shrugged while biting back a smile.

Legolas frowned at his playful expression, “I know you know something, Aragorn.”

The man raised his brows. “I woke sometime in the night. You and (Y/N) seemed quite close.” He paused, the tone of his voice changing, “You know, she never lets anyone touch her like that.”

“Never have you....?” Legolas let his sentence trail off as the ranger shook his head.

Aragorn spoke again, “My heart rests with another.”

Their conversation was cut short by a feminine voice. “Have either of you seen my cloak?”

Legolas’s head snapped in the direction of the sound for it had been long since (Y/N) was in her human form.

The shifter stood before them shivering slightly in her clothes. They were clearly not fit for the freezing air as the fabric was thin—so thin that her the curve of her breasts and nipples was easily seen.

Legolas adverted his eyes and instantly began to ruffle through his bag as he spoke with concern in his tone. “(Y/N), why have you shifted to your human form? Did you not say it was safer for you to travel through this weather as a wolf?”

She sighed, “It is harder to communicate in my animal form.”

Both of the men knew what she was alluding to.

Legolas cleared his throat and pulled out a couple fabrics from his bag. “I have been carrying your cloak.” He moved towards her as he continued speaking. “Wear this as well. It is an elvish tunic weaved from my homeland; it will keep you warm.”

“Legolas, you don’t ha—“

He shook his head, “Please, I insist.”

(Y/N) reluctantly took it and pulled the fabric over her head. She frowned as she handled the wrap around ties, not quite able to figure out how they were supposed to lay.

The elf smiled softly, “Here, let me.”

Ever so gently he took the extra fabric in his hands and begun to weave it around her form. He tied the delicate cloths in a simple knot before moving to fasten her cloak under her chin.

“Thank you, Legolas.”

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear, “It is no problem.”

He turned to gather his belongings as they were to continue their way through Arda. However, as he did so, Aragorn shot him an amused playful look. The elf sent him a sharp glare in retribution.

.....

Within a couple days, a winter storm hit the group. Luckily, they were not far from a human town which they gratefully took refuge in. Of course, as they busted into the inn, many weird looks were thrown their direction. It was not often this area was crossed by elves and rangers—and skin changers, but they were unaware of (Y/N)’s less than human nature.

They each paid for a room and took time to settle into the warmth.

Legolas rested on the edge of the cot, fiddling with one of his blades. He had let his thoughts wander to a place he had been avoiding. A bond with nature was one thing he knew deep within his soul, but a bond with another was something untouched and left uncovered. Of course he had had acquaintances with friends and family; however, the bond he was debating over was one with a lover. He knew where his heart craved to be, yet he was unsure how to proceed.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the frame of his open door.

Legolas looked up to see (Y/N). She was wearing fresh clothing, likely washed and pressed by a maid. All the filth and grim had been scrubbed from her skin and her wet hair was pulled into a tight braid.

“(Y/N),” he stated simply. “Is something wrong?”

She shook her head as she stepped into his room, “Well, not entirely.”

Legolas frowned at that comment.

The shifter walked closer until she stood only a foot from the elf.

He looked up into her vibrant eyes with question.

(Y/N) cleared her throat as she gently placed something soft and neatly folded into his hands. “Thank you for lending me your extra tunic.”

He smiled softly at her, “Won’t you need it again when we depart? The weather isn’t getting warmer anytime soon.”

A light chuckle rumbled in her chest and she shook her head in response.

Legolas placed the fabric next to him and looked up at her again. He did not notice he was staring until she whispered his name.

“Legolas, why do you do that?”

He tilted his head trying to hid his embarrassment, “What do you mean?”

Her teeth scraped her bottom lip, “Why do you look at me like that?”

The elf adverted his gaze, “My apologizes. I did not mean to offend you—“

(Y/N) interrupted him, “It is not an offense.” She sighed before speaking again. “You look at me like you marvel at nature—as if I am something so breath taking.”

“You are.” He frowned, “Do you not think so of yourself?”

The woman did not say a word; instead, she shifted her vision to the floor.

Legolas reached outwards and took her hand in his own. “You are breath taking, (Y/N)—even more so than nature.”

She shook her head, “I—I don’t understand.”

Legolas could not hold back any longer. He knew he needed to explain what he meant but no words could formulate such a thing. Therefore, he gave into his impulses and did the only thing he could think of to demonstrate it. The elf pulled her into him and grasped her cheeks with his hands. Legolas drew her face downward and smashed his lips against hers. When she did not reiterate any action he instantly pulled away. Had he taken a step too far?

“Legolas,” she breathed out in a whisper.

“I...I am sorry...I didn’t—“

She shook her head and clasped his cheeks, bringing his mouth to hers once again. Their lips moved together like the rhythmic dance of the wind—swirling and intertwining with eagerness. Legolas could taste the essence of Arda upon her lips—the sweet honey from east of the Anduin, the fresh berries from the region of Eriador, the bitter nuts from the mountains of Angmar. (Y/N) moved her body in-between his legs, but she decided that that was not close enough. So, she lifted herself into his lap, letting his calloused hands encircle her waist and hold her steady. She could feel the warmth of sparking fires, the comfort of soft wool, the shield of shelter from harsh winds. Legolas laid down upon the bed, pulling her form with him. He could hear the pounding of her heart and the gasps of her breath. Every sound she made did not escape him, it fueled him. (Y/N) tangled her fingers in his blonde locks and smiled against his lips for she recognized every aspect of nature within the elf, for it was in her too. It was the essence of Arda.

.....

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Reunion Tour - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Seawater The Great Sea is pretty much empty, these days.

- - -

This time around, the portals are not as kind as they have been in the past. Wild and Warriors barely have a chance to hold a breath before they’re unceremoniously dumped into the frigid ocean waters.

Wild breaks the surface, spitting saltwater out of their mouth. “Wars!” they shout, desperately wrapping their arm around their brother. “I can’t swim as well anymore!”

“Stop! I have greaves on!” Wars fights against Wild’s frantic hands. “I’m going to sink if you do that, just float!”

“No! I don’t wanna let go!” Wild protests. “I’m gonna drown! I’ll-” They cut themself off mid-sentence when their frantic kicking makes contact with something below them. Something soft, yes, but undoubtedly solid.

Silently, Wild plants their feet on the sand, the water only coming up to their neck. “It’s shallow,” they state.

“Oh,” Wars’ own paddling stops. With their newfound lack of peril, the two are finally able to survey their surroundings. As it turns out, they’re not too far from a rather large island, one that’s vaguely familiar.

Wild looks up at Wars, silently pleading. At the end of their journey ten years ago, Wild used to be able to get him to do whatever they wanted with enough begging. After all this time, though, their puppy dog eyes have become practically lethal.

“Fine,” Wars relents, his own disappointment in himself dripping from his tone. “You can have a piggyback ride.”

Wild, on the other hand, literally jumps at the opportunity. “Yes, yes, yes!” They latch onto Wars’ with a bright smile on their face, their glowing happiness a stark contrast to his exasperated sigh.

Only slightly burdened by Wild’s weight—though the emotional burden is heavy—Warriors trudges through the water.

- - -

The island of Windfall was once the pinnacle of civilization on the Great Sea. Ships came from near and far to sell their goods, which merchants peddled in the streets of the market. Wild loved that, back in the day, picking up fresh, exotic ingredients to use when making dinner. Of course, Wars had been more enchanted by the occasional beauty that passed through town, but even he couldn’t deny the charm of such a lively place.

But now, the entire island is abandoned. Old roofs have caved in, and the wooden planks and beams have been eaten away by moss and rain. The breeze blowing in off the sea completes the picture, whistling against the empty buildings.

“This is grim,” Wars notes, nudging at some stray rubble with his foot. “I hope they’re in that new kingdom Wind spoke about.”

“They gotta be,” Wild runs their hand along a collapsed wall. “This is all environmental damage. They left a while ago.”

“Of course you can recognize that,” Wars peers into one of the empty houses. “This one seems like it’ll do. We’ll spend the night here.”

“Oh goody,” Wild follows after him. “I missed sleeping on the floor of ruins.”

“The sad part is, we both know you aren’t joking.”

- - -

“Rise and shine, soldier!” Warriors gleefully shouts as he dumps a bucket of seawater onto his sleeping companion. “It’s time to get going!”

Wild flees their bedroll immediately, seeking refuge on the other side of the abandoned house. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you-” they repeat over and over, stiff as a wet cat.

Wars smirks to himself. “I missed this.”

“You missed TORMENTING ME,” Wild shouts as they wring out their hair. “Fuck this, no breakfast for you!”

“You’re bluffing,” Warriors scoffs, crossing his arms.

“I am NOT bluffing!” Wild insists, swiping up their pouch and making for the door. “No omelets! No omelets for you! Mean and cruel people do not get omelets!”

Just as they push the door open, however, Wild is met with a sword, pointed right at their face. They barely look at their attacker before they scramble backwards with a yelp, hiding behind Wars.

Wars reacts in an instant, drawing his own sword just as Wild pulls out their guardian sword. “Stop right there!” he commands the figure.

“You’re ordering me around?” their attacker snarks, gouging the wood of the house as he enters. “Really? Me? This isn’t even your house!”

“I’m not afraid of you!” Wild insists, still cowering behind Wars.

But for his part, Wars hesitates, dropping his sword ever so slightly. “Wait…”

Finally, the two heroes get a fair look at their opponent, and they both realize something simultaneously. There’s an eyepatch over one eye, yes, but the other one is just as bright as they remember it. And his hair is still the same puffy blonde it was back in the day.

Wind stops and stares at the two of them.

“Wind?” Wild drops their sword. “Holy shit, Wind!”

“Wars?” Wind is still in shock, glancing between his two friends. “Wild? Are you really-?”

And just like that, Wild’s on him, dragging his face down to be eye level with their own. “Look at you! How’d you get so tall?! And you have a beard! What the hell!” They look back over their shoulder. “Wars! How is this fair?!”

Warriors shrugs. “The old man pulled this same stunt on me.” He claps a hand on Wind’s shoulder, a warm smile on his face. “It’s good to see you again, sailor.”

Finally snapping out of it, Wind wraps his arms around his brothers, pulling them into the tightest bear hug he can muster. “You guys are really here! Like, really here! How is that possible?!”

“Who knows!” Wild beams. “I’m just glad to be here!”

“Speaking of being here,” Wars glares down at the youngest with suspicion. “Why are you threatening vagrants out on the sea? Don’t you have a country to be founding?”

“And what’s with the eyepatch?” Wild grimaces. “That must’ve hurt.”

“Oh, the eyepatch is fake,” Wind flips the patch up, revealing his still intact and functioning eye underneath. “It’s just for the look.”

“Thank goodness,” Wild breathes a sigh of relief.

“First of all, Wild, you’re literally missing an arm,” Wars points at the Champion. “Second-” he turns to Wind. “You did not answer my question.”

“Oh! Uh…” Wind awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. “I’m on vacation?”

Warriors raises an eyebrow. “Vacation?”

“Yes?” Wind sounds unsure of it even as he says it. “A lot of bandits have been hiding out in the old islands, so I thought…” His words drift off, as he self-consciously pokes at the dull tip of his sword.

Wild and Warriors exchange a glance with each other, the kind only two grown adults can share when they come upon a barely-functioning twenty-something. Wars opens his mouth to speak up again, but he’s interrupted by Wild stepping forward and placing their hand on Wind’s shoulder.

“Get short again,” they demand. “I don’t like this.”

“I don’t know, Champion, he’s still pretty short to me,” Warriors jokes, resting an arm on Wind’s shoulder.

“Can it, Wars,” Wild snaps their fingers. “Who wants omelets?”

- - -

“Thank Hylia,” Wind utters after his first bite of his omelet. “Thank Farore, thank Nayru, thank Din. Thank every deity that made it possible for me to have Wild’s omelets again.”

The three heroes are gathered outside of the abandoned house Wild and Wars spent the night in. It’s a beautiful day on the Great Sea, so Wild thought it’d be nice to cook outside. However, since they didn’t really get a chance to pack for this trip, they had to make do with whatever they left in their pack the night before they left.

“How about-” Wild shoves another bite of omelet into their mouth. “-‘Thank you, Wild, for making the omelets’?”

Wind smiles. “Thank you for the mushroom omelets, Wild.”

“Both of you, stop talking with your mouths full.” Wars glares at the two of them.

“He thinks because he’s a dad now, he can boss us around,” Wild stage whispers to Wind.

Wind tilts his head in confusion. “Wars is a dad?”

“Chain of command back in the day was the old man, then me and Twilight,” Wars reminds them. “And I don’t see either of them here right now.”

“You and Twilight were not on the same level,” Wild sasses back. “Everyone knows he was the favorite.”

“You’re just jealous because you were eighth in line.”

Wild gasps with indignation. “I made omelets for you, out of the kindness in my heart,” They place a hand over their chest as they speak.

Wild’s fuming is cut short by Wind, who sympathetically pats their shoulder. “It’s alright, Wild, I was number nine.”

“I changed my mind, I didn’t miss you two at all!” Wild pouts, turning away from their brothers. “Go on, leave me here! See if I care!”

“Well then,” the corner of Wind’s mouth tugs up into a smirk. “I guess you don’t get to see my cool secret pirate hideout.”

Wild peeks back at Wind over their shoulder. “Secret pirate hideout?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Wind crosses his arms and huffs. “Come on, Wars. Let’s go sailing.”

“Well, if you insist, sailor,” Wars quickly shoves his plate into Wild’s lap. “We’ll be heading off, now.”

“Wait, stop!” Wild shouts as Wind dumps his own plate on top of Warriors’. The pair leave Wild sitting on the ground, their mind short-circuiting as they try to figure out what to do with the dishes. They were a gift from Riju! But Wars and Wind are getting away! But they’re dirty and can’t go in their bag!

After a hair-splitting moment of panic, Wild shoves the plates and forks in their pouch and sprints towards their brothers. They jump onto Wars’ back, and ever the sturdy soldier, he barely loses his footing.

“Are you serious?” Warriors deadpans at the champion, who’s latched onto his back for another piggyback ride. Wind covers his mouth to keep from laughing.

“I’m coming with,” is all Wild says.

- - -

Wind takes them to a small cove on the edge of Windfall, just below the remains of the market. A small, red boat has been tied to a nearby rock, the waves bumping it against the shore. As Wind approaches it, he rests a hand on the face carved into its stern.

“Guys, this is the King of Red Lions!” Wind beams at his brothers. “King of Red Lions, this is Warriors and Wild!”

Wars grimaces, which Wild raises an eyebrow at from his back. “Sailor-” he starts.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Wind waves him off, though Warriors’ concern doesn’t fade. “He- it’s good for traveling on your own, but you guys will fit just fine.”

Warriors sighs. “Alright, in you go, Champion,” he says, yanking Wild off his back and throwing them into the boat.

“Ow!” Wild pops back up off the deck, a scowl on their face. “You shit!”

- - -

The King of Red Lions is a fast ship, which more than makes up for its diminutive size. Back in the day, it used to take the Links ages to get anywhere when they tagged along with Tetra’s crew. Not to mention the chores she forced upon them, while Wind just giggled at the side. But Wind’s new boat makes short work of that journey, cutting through the waves as smoothly as Wild chops carrots.

Wild dips their hand into the water, enjoying the cool yet strange thickness of it. The water of the Great Sea has always been different than the water on their Hyrule’s coast. But just thinking of Hateno Bay, the perfect vacationing spot, makes their heart twist.

“You know, it’s been a bit since I’ve taken my niece to the beach,” Wild suddenly remarks. “If we ever end up back in my time, we should take her.”

“Your niece?” Wind’s attention breaks from the rudder. “When’d that happen?”

“Four years ago!” Wild exclaims. “She’s such a little troublemaker, Wind. She reminds me a bit of you and Aryll, way back when.”

“Speaking of,” Wars leans in towards Wind and Wild. “How is Aryll doing?”

“Oh, uh…” Wind suddenly averts his eyes, gazing out at the wide open blue. “She’s fine.”

“Just fine?” Wars crosses his arms, getting right in Wind’s face.

Wild frowns and goes to kick Warriors’ shin, but they regret it when their foot slams right into metal. They shout at the pain, clutching to their poor, aching foot.

“I’m still wearing greaves, Wild,” Warriors states as Wild cries on the ground.

“A-anyway, guys, we’re here!” Wind suddenly announces.

Wild pushes themself off the deck and gazes up at the island before them. As they do, they get that same pit in their stomach they got when they saw Windfall or when they see a set of ruins that pokes at something in the back of their mind. But they know for a fact they saw this place in its prime, because Outset isn’t the kind of place you just forget.

The roof of one of the houses has caved in, and the suspension bridge connecting the two mountains together has collapsed. Compared to the rest of the island, Wind’s old house seems to be in better shape, with no broken windows or broken walls.

“Home sweet home,” Wind pulls his boat up next to the dock, which is missing several boards and is sloping rather precariously on one side. He hops out with a bit too much vigor for the rickety thing, offering a hand to his brothers with the brightest smile on his face.

Once again, Wild and Wars exchange a concerned glance.

- - -

When Wind said hideout, he meant

hideout

. Old, rusty swords hang from every wall, and among them Wild spots Wind’s old shield. Jewels, seashells, and gold are scattered across the floor, as if they were thrown haphazardly. All the way to the ceiling, the house is filled with junk.

“Really taking after the vet, huh?” Wild awkwardly jokes, picking up an old conch shell.

“Oh come on, it isn’t that bad,” Wind waves him off as he almost trips on some loose fabrics. “My bed’s just fine.”

“I think you’re forgetting that Legend was at least organized about his hoarding tendencies.” Warriors kicks at a pile of old papers, nudging them out of his way. “This is… Althai’s room doesn’t even get this bad.”

“That’s because Althai’s a good kid,” Wild jokingly asserts in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Sailor, how long did it take you to collect all this crap?”

“A bit…” Wind shakes off his irritation. “Let me show you something,” He rushes to the kitchen, returning with an old jar half-full of shards of glass.

“Whenever I’ve found broken windows, I’ve tried to save some pieces for this,” he explains. “It looks cool when I hold it up to the light.” To prove his point, Wind tilts the jar, causing the refraction to change as the light dances through it.

Wild’s eyes go wide as they ogle at it. “Woah… That’s pretty…”

Wind snorts. “You’re still such a cat.”

“Rude,” Wild huffs, taking the jar from him.

“Hey, be careful with that!” Wind tries to snatch the jar back from Wild, only for his older yet smaller brother to dodge his hands. “It’s pretty much all glass, you know!”

Wild, in response, blows a raspberry at him. “Well, I’m apparently a cat, so.”

“Seriously, Wild,” Wind lifts them by the back of their poncho, which is not something Wild particularly enjoys. “It took me a year to build that up.”

Warriors suddenly looks up from the pile of old and torn paintings he was inspecting. “Did you say a year?”

“I-” Wind raises a finger to rebut the argument he knows is coming from Wars, but any words he had are lost on his tongue. “Well- You see-”

“You’ve been hunting bandits for a year?” It’s all the more apparent that Wars still towers over Wind, even after all this time, when he’s glaring down at the sailor. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

Wild shoves their way between their brothers. “Wars, stop it.”

“The kid hasn’t been home in a year, and his house is a dumpster,” Warriors argues, gesturing to the entire house around them. That is concerning behavior! You have to agree with me!”

“And he’ll talk about it when he’s ready!” Wild asserts. “Seriously, let it go.”

“Let it go?!”

“Shut up! Both of you!”

At Wind’s sudden outburst, Wild and Warriors both snap towards him. He’s running a hand through his puffy golden locks, his grip threatening to tear it out by its roots. “I’m not a kid anymore, so stop acting like it!” he yells. “I’m twenty-four, for the Goddess’s sake!”

But before either of them can respond, a portal opens just feet away from them. It has a draw to it, one they aren’t unfamiliar with. Its whips all of Wind’s junk around, throwing his rupees and other treasures everywhere. And so, the three heroes are sucked into another era together.

- - -

A portal opens in the woods, dumping Wild, Wind, and Warriors out on top of each other before disappearing with a

Zzp!

Wild groans, trying to claw their way out of the bottom of that pile.

“I was hoping she would quit using those,” Warriors mutters just loud enough for his companions to hear.

“That might be what she used to get me,” Wild suddenly realizes.

As the three heroes dust themselves off and nurse their bruises, a silence falls over them. Wild spits out some stray foliage they accidentally swallowed when they were crushed by their brothers.

Warriors adjusts the strap on his greaves and sighs. With perhaps a bit more effort than it would have taken him ten years ago, he stands, making his way over to the sailor.

Wind gives him the stink-eye as he approaches, which, all things considered, he can’t fault him for. Of course, having gotten the stink-eye from Wind at about a weekly basis back in the day, he found it doesn’t affect him quite as much as it did then.

“Sailor,” Wars takes a deep breath and places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

Wind’s taken aback, blinking in confusion. “You’re… already sorry? You’re not going to stew for a week?”

“First of all, I’m not in my twenties anymore,” Wars deadpans down at him with a hand on his hip. “Second, I… realize I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

“Yeah well,” Wind blows some of his stray hair from his face. “You weren’t… completely wrong.”

“Oh, I’m never wrong, don’t forget that,” Wars smirks as he kneels next to Wind, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “But I’m here if you need someone to talk to.”

Wind rolls his eyes playfully, leaning into his brother. “Thanks, Wars.”

“Yay…” Wild weakly calls from a few feet away, where they’ve splayed out on their back. “No more fighting…”

[give-grian-rights]

HERMITCRAFT 8 LIVEBLOGGING

fifteen hermits worth of liveblogging. i am losing my mind. LONG POST AHEAD.

JOE HILLS (First HC8 Video)

Mumbo did the speech. he forgot everything he was supposed to say <3

Pearl and Gemini were just .in a pit . having stuff thrown onto them

Every Hermit is staying on the same continent !!

FIRST DEATHS VERY QUICKLY, Iron Golems took out Tango and Etho (maybe more?)

Joe seems to be the only one looting the chests

Evil Jevin !!

Evil Xisuma appearance on Jevin’s 60 second video!

Pearl has something planned for an “archeticual wonder” for a resupply area upon death?

Stress, Xisuma and Joe are capturing villagers and starting up a resupply debut.

Bdubs is killed by Cleo and is now OUT FOR BLOOD

First death counts- Etho, Tango, Bdubs, Cleo?

Cleo was killed by Keralis

Joe has now supplied Cleo with weapons and food . She left but not before saying “Time to kill BDubs again!”

Gemini was killed by Bdubs! They both died and are now at spawn.

Pearl was killed by Cleo

Pearl is planning a respawn inn !!

Cleo was killed by Iskall

Cleo was killed by Pearl

False, Stress, and Gemini team up??? AA!!! they brought a delivery of supplies to Joe <3

i wish i knew what was happening on that end .

APPARENTLY XISUMA IS ONTO MAKING THE SECOND VILLAGER BREEDER ALREADY ??

Iskall is the first with Diamonds??

Breathe in that ash !

WAIT IS TANGOS EYES LIKE THAT RN BECAUSE HES TEAMED WITH KERALIS AND BDUBS ???

KERALIS, BDUBS, AND TANGO TRIED TO DO A SHAKEDOWN ON JOE. HE TRIED TO DROP LAVA, GOT HIMSELF ONTO TWO HEARTS BECAUSE HE PLACED IT ON HIMSELF, AND IS NOW SWIMMING OUT INTO THE SWAMP

the big eyed trio are now off to shake down Gemini

Joe fell in Lava in the Nether

Joe Death To Lava Two: Electric Boogaloo

Joe drowned trying to kill a glowsquid

WATCH JOE’S VIDEO OH MY GOD SEAN HILLS RECAP RAP??? MY BELOVED????? i am gonna be streaming this unironically later LIKE OH MY GOD THIS SLAPS. ALSO THE CREDITS AT TEH END IS HILARIOUS

Zedaph Episode Recap

Zed gave us a recap of the continent every Hermit will be living on !!

Wouldn’t recommend Zedaph as the first video for the season, he skips the intro/speech but it’s Zedaph and hes making it fun!! Lots of nice editing :)

~SCIENCE TIME !~

Zedaph.. why is your starter base made out of concrete ?

There are no sheeps whatsoever on his mountain

Hes calling his lab an icecream sandwich..yeah i see it

Zed tried to make a portal underater...f

Scar died to a creeper </3

Zedaphs base is gonna be tracking how long hes there/someones loading the chunk!

XISUMA LIVE BLOGGING

A cool cinema scene of him becoming an axolotl!! <3

NOW I CAN SEE IT, GRIAN WAS THE FIRST DEATH!! Death by Iron Golem!!

XIsuma’s baseplans need over 45 THOUSAND BLOCKS TO BE PLACED

He’s also planning on making a shulkershell farm!!

i’m not gonna lie ! talking axolotl X is horrifying ! thanks !

Day one Villager Breeder... chaos.

Xisuma Derp! looked straight at a buncha wool and said how badly he needed beds and then walked away

THE GIRLS CAME OVER AND CONVINCED HIM HE NEEDS TO MOVE THE DESIGN OVER MY FIVE BLOCKS FOR SWAMP VILLAGERS..

THE GIRLS ARE JUST LAUGHING AT HIM AND HIS VILLAGER TROUBLES

day one and Xisuma has got his axolotl!!

Very pretty starterbase!!

XB’s

..I’m not gonna lie theres not much to say!! He’s very calm :) he says hes going into it without a plan, and htat last season was the only time he had any thought of what he was gonna do.

He made a real nice starter house and thats about it!

Cleo’s

Bdubs: “She ain’t gonna hurt me!! i’m invincible, babey!”

Cleo learnt that BDubs will never hurt her even if she deserves it . I am starting to realize why she kills him

SHE DECIDED SHES GONNA BE A PROPER CHAOS GREMLIN THIS SEASON...

AISDJASID CLEO GOT PAID TO KILL BDUBS?? HDUIAIHSI SCAR WHY

“Alright I found my mission for the season! Murder.”

Cleo, Mumbo, Grian, and Scar are all holed up in a cave together!

..Scar died from a skeleton !

Cleo has now split from Grian and Mumbo! Scar is missing in action

CLEO FOUND A GOAT

SHES KILLING THE GOAT???

she got a HORSE <3 and Joe gave her a saddle! I think her name is..Widget?

She LOVES the candles for shamboo n waterbottles and bits n bobs for her armorstands!!

Got her Armorstand stickgod book <3

Geminitay POV

NEW HERMIT NEW HERMIT NEW HERMIT!!

She has a LOVELY voice!!

The pov of her in a hole . being surrrounded . is kinda hilarious

It might’ve been Etho who was first death?? I GENUIENLY CANNOT TELL BECAUSE OF EDITING

All the murder was just for heads!

Seriously her voice is. wow

WE LOVE A QUEEN WHO KNOWS HOW TO CRAFT A SHIELD WITHOUT USING THE GUIDE <3

False, Gemini, and Stress are on the great journey for MOSS !

Gem just blew their minds with the moss.

TANGO KERALIS AND BDUBS ARE BACK Keralis: “Show the diamonds show the diamonds show the diamonds!” Gem: “Keralis. This is not how you make friends.”

The boys suecessfully recieved a diamond each

Etho n Iskall are travelling together!! You dont see those two together often

Etho got a glowsquid head!!

Gem: “Etho doesn’t share, is what i’m learning..?”

Etho hooked her with a fishing rod and said she has to do what he said .

In order to get the diamonds, Tango, Keralis, and BDubs placed down a sign saying “Gem is Great!” and Gem used a glow inksack on it.

Etho: “So..What is this? Do you have an ego, or this a motivational thing, or..?” He said, while laughing

Iskall: “I think its really funny that you have set your base up in the middle of a birch forest.” Gem: “I love birch forests! Do you not like my birch forest? Iskall: “I love it, yeah.” Gem: “This is the best biome in the game, Iskall.” Iskall: “Mmmm..” Etho: “I’m pretty sure I heard Iskall talking earlier that like, of all the biomes in the game, there was one he hated more than anything. Gem: “Oh really? And what was that one?” Iskall: “..Taiga.” Gem: “Taiga.. That’s true, thats a good one, thats a good one.” Iskall: “Don’t like Taiga.” Gem: “Mhm.” Etho: “Which one do you hate more than anyone?” Iskall: “..Diorite fields. Thats a bad one.” Etho: “Yeah thats a bad one.” Gem: “Didn’t know about that one. Well make sure to avoid’em. Birch forests are really good.” Iskall: “I’m a big fan of birch forests.” Gem: “Yeah, me too, me too. I’m glad we’re on the same page :) This is so beautiful! All the white and- and the like zebra stripes! is fantastic.” Iskall: “I..Um.. Yes.”

OH SHE’S CANADIAN,, ETHO HAS A FRIEND /j

She’s still in college :O SHE’S A SCIENTIST?? SHES WORKING AT A HOSPITAL?? POG!!

She accidentally found an enchanted golden apple in a mineshaft!! she thinks its the first she ever found in survival!!

She has a cow, sheep, and a few crop farms set up!! Her starter house has INTERRIOR!

SHE CHANGED HER SKIN AND ITS SO PRETTY AND HAS OVERALL AND I LOVE IT!!

shes doing a cottage core inspired base!

WOAHH!!! SHE MADE HTE MOST GOREGOUS CUSTOM TREE I’VE EVER SEEN ??

BDUBS IS HERE and he is so so so impressed by the tree ?!

also hes carrying a clock.. :(

He’s here with a present!

HE BROUGHT BAMBOO!

she thinks its so funny that he stops conversations to sleep AOIDHFEAUI\

SCARS

WE GOT A TRANSITION SCENE!! the canonical reason for the bed in his old village always being occupied is because underneath it, was his wizard portal!

Bdubs: “It’s a new season! You’re the little guy now!”

They are all very amused by that ^

they’re rubbing the fleece of bdubs jacket .

Bdubs: “Have a nice rub :)” PLEASEAHSIOJDIUASLDHIASDA

His starter base is gonna be a wagon and he wants the end game to be a bioshock esque skyscraper!

he confused a horse for a player . flashback to iskall thinking mumbo was a mob

PEOPLE THINK MUMBO DOESNT HAVE PANTS ON.... </3

Scar, Mumbo, and Grian.. have NO braincells. at all. THey just placed a crafting table with a boat on top with a bed on top with a boat on top .

this is what BROS FOR LIFE looks like.

BOATEM POLE !

SCAR IS STUCK UNDERGROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IRL AND HAS NO PICKAXE..

AND HE DIED TO A CREEPER .

it seems like Grian, Mumbo, and Scar are working together !!!! HOLY SHIT !!

THERES SO SO SO MANY FARMS???????

he died several times trying to catch a skeleton with a sword

FIRST CHEST MONSTER OF THE SEASON <3

SCAR JSUT TOLD BDUBS HE LOOKS LIKE OSCAR THE CROUCH... BDUBS CANNOT EVEN ARGUE

OH NO.... GRIAN WENT AFK IN A HOLE . WITHOUT A HELMET .

THEY PUT A  GLOWSQUID HEAD ON HIM

OH MY GOD MUMBO MADE A NOTEBLOCK SONG?? AJUDA

SCARS BUILTING IS SO SO SOOS GOREGOUS SERIOUSLY GO WATCH THE VIDEO OH MY GOD ITS HUGE

its a giant ass house boat wagon . its pulled by a llama . that killed him . so now its trapped, pulling hte agon, forever

Grian: “..Thats a very big house, for a very little hat.”

GRIANS SUPER SPECIAL EGG??

SCAR PUNCHED IT..

they really came out here . and killed the egg already.

Scar: “..I touched the thing”

TANGO POV

We see the three big eyed boys forming <3 they interrupted Tangos intro

THEY’RE BULLYING HIM ABOUT HAVING SMALL EYES AHIDUIASUHDWIS

HE TRIED TO CALL THE TRIO TEAM BUG EYE... THE OTHERS ARE VERY OFFENDED

they found an axolotl and Bdubs was TERRIFIED just screaming “WHAT IS THAT YELLOW THING?!”

BDUBS IS ATTACKING IT ???

okay nope Bdubs caught one and Tango lost it

Bdubs is naming his axolotl Idiot

AMAZING HOUSE. WHY IS TANGO SO GOOD AT BUILDING AND REDSTONE??

Impulse POV

MUMBO TRIED TO PLACE DOWN A BERRY BUSH TO HURT IMPULSE . HE FORGOT HOW BUSHES WORK..

I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THAT IMPULSE WAS IN THE BOATEM POLE

so it looks like those four are hteo nes who grouped up together

PEARL BROKE THE CONSTITUION SHE GOT IN THE WRONG BOAT SMH

THIS IS SEASON EIGHT! FIVE BROS !

So its gonna be about five people in the same area!!

YOO!! Fantasy build for Impulse!!

G gave Impulse a spyglass, they had a fun moment of zooming in on eachothers face and complimenting eachother IHAUDIHAW

Grian and Impulse worked on an xp farm!

ASHDUIWAHISD GRIAN JUST LOGGED ON INFRONT OF HIM

a pillager stole his boat . not just any pillager . the one with a banner. </3

he has to live with Mumbo tuning a song .. </3 haha

Mumbo POV

it took fifteen seconds until Grian ran in during Mumbos intro

CONFIRMED? GRIAN WAS FIRST DEATH?

SECOND PERSON TO THINK MUMBOS PANTS ARE SKIN COLOR. GRIAN..

Grian: “Can you..Briefly explain why you’re just wearing a hawaiian shirt?” Mumbo: “Uh- what do you mean ‘just wearing a hawaiin shirt? I have shorts on as-well, dude”

FOLLOWED BY

Mumbo: “Can you explain why you’re wearing a red jumper?” Grian: “You know- you know i was born with this!”

MUMBO AND GRIAN STOLE THE BOAT LOOT FROM RENDOC

I THINK RENDOC JUST STOLE THE DIAMOND MUMBO THREW??

Grian: “Is that Scar?” Mumbo: “I can’t see past your giant waffle!”

DSFSDFJIOA they did an edit where they placed down a boat, both Mumbo and Grian got in, they made noises and then bopped up on top of the ravine they were in <3

THEY HAVE NO BRAINCELL THEY JUST PLACED DOWN A BENCH AND SAID “THIS IS THE MARK OF OUR VILLAGE!” and then placed a torch and a boat and a bed and aANOTHER BED..

..Mumbo is trying to be a pacifist this season!

Grian’s taunting him with beheaded things

And obviously part of being pacifist means he’s gonna be vegetarian in minecraft!

..he cannot use monster farms because pacifisim..

Mumbo was in the middle of reading the magical Timmy shack that Tango made (did i remember to mention that? who knows) and IN THE MIDDLE OF GETTING TO THE PART ABOUT IF YOU REMOVE STUFF FROM THE CHEST, NOTHING WILL BE ADDED IN IT AGAIN. Grian opened the chest . Mumbo SHOUTED HIAUDHUW Grian jumped man

They renamed it “Cave of Do Not Enter” HIAUEDUH

Mumbo and Scar BOTH did not know- at least Mumbo didn’t, Scar forgot,  that podzol spawns from two-by-two spruce..

him and his guitar song to be played underneath his house.. it goes with the aesthetic i suppose

MAN HE NEEDS SO MUCH HAYBALES I FORGOT THATS NEEDED FOR THE TUNE HE WANTS

Mumbo: “What.. On Earth.. Scar, it’s meant to be a starterbase, buddy! What is this? This is many things, many many things, a starterbase is NOT one of them!”

HE LITERALLY DIDNT KNOW THAT THE DRAGON EGG TELEPORTS... WHEN YOU TOUCH IT...

BDUBS

nothing special we havent seen yet!! just him screaming about axolotls.

He was working in the Mesa in his intro, skipping the “speech” from Mumbo

He released Idiot the Axolotl and lost it .

Him SCREAMING “Gemini” is HILARIOUS

While Gemini gave away those three diamonds, Keralis got so excited he won a bet with Tango and Bdubs, that he gave back . two of the diamonds . and none of htem released until well after they left

Bdubs: “That’s why i have my mwoss skin!” PLEASE I LOVE THE WAY HE SAYS IT.. make the moss hood.. REAL..

it took me a while to figure out what his base is but i LOVE IT so so much!!!

Nothing much new to add !!

Stress pov

please i love her . very good !! False seems to have joined her sheerly because Stress sounded like she knew what she was doing. she does not.

False felt peerpressured and asked Stress for permission to fight her because everyone was killing eachother .

It ended up with Stress following False. they found a village!

ISKALL only saw him one other time today!!

JEVIN APPEARS AGAIN !

XISUMA FELL INTO HTE BREEDER AND IT WAS SO FUNN IUAHHYIAUSD

Ren: “Ya look goregous, Stress!” Stress: “Thanks! Don’t murder my dog!”

She’s so proud of herself for caving!! (with False n Gem

Iskall blew up!

..Iskall fell from a high place

Stress has a LOVELY ravine base!!

False

False wants to become pirates with Stress <3

gatekeep gaslight girlboss

BIG OL MUSHROOM HOUSE !!

it looks like a mushroom church and i LOVE IT.

Nothing new we didn’t see from Gem. She does want to come up with a banner design for her base, though!

Grian

..Mumbo just thought Grian had a purpose so decided to follow him <3

ALSO HIS INTRO, AS HE JOKED ABOUT IN THE OTHERS VIDEO, WAS, IN FACT, THE BOATEM POLE

Grian is SO PROUD of the fact taht they got good loot from a treasure map. Ren and Doc are NOT IMPRESSED

Grian: “Lets go, potato boy!”

Mumbo: “I don’t have to replace everything I break! Peace Love and Plants- are these plants..?” He says, mining amethyst

pants

he who controls the egg, controls the server... Grian.. you’re doing great sir

...He decided.. his goal.. is to make his OWN..caves and cliffs update... HELLO..?

Grian was the first one to kill the enderdragon, MAN. Speedrunning career WHEN? /j

Grian: “And now [Mumbo] is flexing on my bed!”

he might not have a base. but he has an egg.

It is now 2am. i cannot do this anymore. This will be continued.. tomorrow!

[graspingremlinhands]

offering to the muse

aka I leave this at @aeonilua doorstep and then ran away

“I should ’ve brought my phone, this path is darker than I remember”, a young man voiced between himself and the wind who shook the surrounding hills. It was almost an hour since he has started walking but his destination was still pretty far; or so he thought. When was the last time he has been there? He was a baby, no this was too far, he was recollected the first time he came here. The images moved in his eyes, there was him “I was like 3 or 4” and he was sitting on someone shoulders, his dad, he recognize the top of his black hair. Where they alone? No there was someone else, a kid, a few years older, running ahead. He turned, same black hair, big eyes, reddened by the dust, screaming something in their direction “Dad faster, I want to show Rodan the cliffs, he gonna love it. Come on!!!!” “Oh Goji”, Rodan keep talking to shake off the sense of loneliness, “always a step ahead of me, were you?"

He started recognizing where he was, the rock covered in moss, a turn on the left and the sound of the waves crushing on the rock walls and here’re the Cliffs, high and windy like always. Now he was running towards the edge, red hairs loosed in the wind. And the itch returned upon all his arms, like something was trying to come out, wind keep blowing onto his face, his body, it didn’t even fell like was it against him, instead was welcoming, almost asking to join him. Up, in the air, flying in the clouds above his head, higher and higher. Free like a bird. A bird… The edge grew closer and closer; he halted and screamed. All his frustration, anger, loss. Everything went out, carried by the wind and the foam. Taking small breaths Rodan sat, legs dandling over the ocean. The itch was still present, lessened in its force. “What was the meaning of all this? And the strange dreams he kept having? Was it connected? “FUCK!!!! ALL OF THIS!!!! I have others things to take care of. Goji, dad’s little secret and… and… Ghidorah.” The thought of the brothers calmed him down for a bit. They had come into his life like a lighting and cast him in a turmoil of emotions, of whom he couldn’t make a sense. And Goji hadn’t been much help. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed the sounds of footsteps getting closer. Then a voice: “You came here often just to howl like that? Bad luck there’s no moon tonight”. No need to turn around to recognize the owner of the voice, a tall, lanky boy, hairs so blonde to appear to be made of gold and the most stuck-up expression human could ever pull. Ichi.

How did he know of this place, when he has arrived? And he had to see him like this? “Just my luck” he muttered under his breath, “You say something?” Ichi had taken place close to Rodan; Very close the latter mentally noted, who exhaled and decide to try safe what of his dignity was left; “I… I just want to take a bit of fresh air; it’s been a very long day. Like a… very long one. What about you? All alone? I thought the ghidorah brothers move in flock?” he joked. The stuck-up expression turned into an annoyed wisp: “First we are not sewed together, we can move on our own, and secondly I had a long day too. I needed some quiet, some alone time” “And instead you found me” Rodan blurted out, without noticing. Ichi looked at him a bit taken back. Perhaps it was the sight of Rodan blushing but he found himself smiling and swiftly replied:” Yeah, he said as he lay on the grass, but it’s fine. I had worse encounters. You are not one of them”. And with that he fixated his eyes on the stars and stopped talking. Now was Rodan the one taken back, heart pounding in his chest, while his mind kept wrapping and unwrapping around the words of the blonde. The silence stretched out between them become unbearable. “I dream of fly; it has happened a lot lately. And I can’t figure it out why. But I’m sure I’m taking off from this place. That’s why I’m here, I… I was trying, no more hoping to find a clue, but nothing. Maybe I’m…” And where d’ you were headed?” He jolted at the question. But still: “Nowhere I think, in the dream I just fly. Why?” he looked the blonde, who was now sitting upright:” In my dream I can see the earth. I’m enormous, feel the muscles of my arms stretched out and like a weight on my shoulders. And I hear a sizzle or a buzz. Then cold, just cold”. He turned to look at Rodan, then back at the stars” if I’m descending or taking off is still a mystery”” And where do you want to go?”. Ichi pointed at the sky “See that bright point? That’s Venus, the evening star. Well it’s a planet but the Romans called in this way. I found it cool.” Rodan tried to look where he was pointing but he couldn’t see anything” Where is it? “Keep looking, is right here, search the bright”. But Rodan’s gaze fell on Ichi’s eyes. They were gleaming like embers. Before acknowledge it their lips locked together in a kiss. Waves of warmth washed over the boys, protecting them by the cool of the night. This was all, nothing seems to matter no more, sadness, doubt, anger. This kiss has taken the size of the universe, and they were the center.Then Ichi pulled away and, for a brief moment Rodan feared this was a dream, an illusion fated to break. As if reading his mind the blonde took hold of his hand and kissed the top of them; “I have to go now, he murmured, care to join me on the ride home? I can drop you at your place”. Rodan nodded and let Ichi helped him on his feet, not trusting his trembling knees. They stood together for a moment: “Are we going to do this again?” “It was nice, doing it again doesn’t sound bad, not bad at all. But not here, maybe in a comfier place. Like, I dunno, a bar?” Rodan giggled” is this a date?” Ichi bend over till their foreheads were touching “Maybe, but only if you say yes” “How can I refuse such charming proposition? I would love to”.

That's it. My first attempt at writing something. It was good, bad, mediocre? I dunno. But I really wanted to gift one of my Muses with something, to express my thankfulness for inspiring me to come here and and try

You guys really help me out of some not nice stuff.

Thank you💖

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