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deathbxnny · 2 years ago

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Hey it's me the new follower of you can I request again if I can I want to request about honkai star x reader , I'm a Filipino and there is one favorite series on TV it's a encantadia and Encantadia is a Philippine television drama fantasy series broadcast by GMA Network. The series is based on a 2005 Philippine television series of the same title. It served as a reboot and the fourth television series in the Encantadia franchise and the reader is amihan, Amihan is a major character from the Philippine fantasy television series Encantadia and Etheria produced by GMA Network. Among the four elemental Sang'gres, she is considered as the main protagonist, having appeared in the First Episode. Amihan is the guardian of the blue Brilyante ng Hangin / wind

Sang'gre Amihan of Lireo, Rehav of Sapiro, was the fifth Hara / queen of Lireo. She was born in the Kingdom of Lireo during the War between Sapiro and Hathoria, as the second daughter of the Hara Minea of Lireo and the only daughter of Rehav Raquim of Sapiro. As Lireo's monarch, she was also the keeper of the kingdom's Air Gem. She became the mother of Lira and the lover of Rehav Ybrahim.

Amihan is willing to sacrifice her life for the sake of Lireo and all of Encantadia; a trait inherited by her only daughter, Lira. Despite Danaya's ( her sister) protest on her plan, using Lira in order to persuade her, Amihan countered that her sacrifice is also for Lira's welfare, to ensure a future is possible for her especially she is the successor to the Diwata throne.

the character is Dan heng, Jing yuan , welt, gepard and luocha

And take care of yourself , sorry if it's long I hope you can do my request

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A/N: Hello! Thank you for this very interesting request! I was however a little confused on what you wanted me to write about and I tried my best to understand everything as much as I could, so I'm sorry of this is not what you wanted. I was just really confused, but intrigued. So yeah, I made something up with what that you gave me and hope you'll like it!<33

Summary: Hsr men stopping you from sacrificing yourself for your kingdom.

Content: Established relationship, some angst, fluff, mentions of sacrifices/death(?), still mostly sfw(?)

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Welt Yang

Welt would absolutely not let you even consider going that far. He'll try coming up with solutions to any problems and give you advice on how to proceed without anyone getting hurt. The last thing he wants is to lose you too.

If you're insisting on your stance on the topic, then he'll try persuading you gently into understanding that he won't let you do that and that he'll find a different way to keep the kingdom safe.

Either way, he'd take your protection into his own hands and make sure, you won't have to worry about a thing with him around. He cares about you and your kingdom, which is why he won't let you just die on him. It's impossible to go through with it, when he's there, that's for sure.

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng would want to know about all possible outcomes and every single detail first, before proceeding with his next move. He wouldn't let you sacrifice himself either and help you and your kingdom out in more productive ways.

He doesn't underestimate your abilities to take care of yourself and therefore encourages you to fight first, instead of sacrificing yourself. He doesn't want you to die on him either. He couldn't fathom losing you.

If things come to a head, he'd rather sacrifice himself, before you get a chance to do so. He'll protect you with his life and he always tells you so, even if you don't want to hear it.

Trying to fool him or trick him won't work either. He knows everything about you and would stop you from doing anything foolish. Even if he has to restrain you physically himself. He won't let you die, no matter what.

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》Gepard Landau

Being the Captain of the Silvermaneguards pays off greatly here, as he could use his expertise and knowledge to guide you into better strategies than you sacrificing yourself.

He however understands your will to die for your kingdom, as he endangers his life out on the front lines practically everyday for his city. But even so, he does it to protect his loved ones and you count too ofcourse, which is why he wouldn't want you to outright sacrifice yourself.

He'll keep you close and safe, never out of his sight. Trying to fool him or going behind his back to proceed with your plans wouldn't work either, as he'd be your personal guard in everything. He just wants you to stay alive and happy. If he has to die instead for it, then so be it.

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》Jing Yuan

As a General, he has enough manpower and intelligence to keep you and your kingdom safe and sound from any threats. You don't need to worry about a thing with him around and he makes sure you know, that he'll always be there.

Whilst he understands the want to sacrifice yourself for the kingdom, he still would definitely stop you from going that far. He thinks that there are more better ways to handle the situation and will make sure you never get that far.

Don't try going behind his back either, he'll know if you try anything. He'll find it even a little amusing, that you think he wouldn't notice what you're doing, but alas, he'll keep you close and tell you that he'll deal with all your issues. He just doesn't want to lose you.

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》Luocha

Luocha is very calm and collected, never losing his cool once, when you tell him about your plans. He'll just simply listen to you speak, trying to weigh out the options, before dismissing your plan completely, telling you that there won't be any need for such drastic measures.

He'll make up a whole, more effective plan for you, showing you that there is still so much you could do, instead of just outright sacrificing yourself. He's just so convincing with his intelligent and calculated words, that it actually makes you reconsider everything.

If you however insist, he'll still not budge on his stance and keep you out of any trouble himself. Maybe he'll even ask your family to help, but he won't let you get hurt no matter what. You still have a long life to spend with him, after all.

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A/N: I hope this was alright! I'm sorry again, if I got it wrong and hope you liked it anyways. Thank you again for the cool request!<33

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story4you · 1 month ago

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The Ember Crown

Title: The Ember Crown

Chapter 1: The Flicker in the Forest Twilight bled through the canopies of Elowen, casting dappled gold across the forest floor. Kael, a sixteen-year-old apprentice blacksmith, trudged along the moss-covered path, his satchel heavy with ore samples. He often came here for solitude after the clangor of the forge—alone among the whispering leaves and the soft chatter of birds. But today, something was wrong.

A chill snaked down his spine, unrelated to the crisp air. The wind had stilled, and the woods held their breath. That was when he saw the light.

A flicker—not flame, but something older, something... alive—danced between the roots of an ancient oak. Kael stepped closer, heart hammering. Cradled in the shadow of the roots lay a creature no bigger than a rabbit, its body formed of glowing embers and soot. It shivered violently, fading with each breath.

Kael knelt beside it, captivated. "What are you?" he whispered.

The creature’s eyes opened, and Kael gasped. They were not eyes, but twin coals, burning with knowledge, pain, and something deeper—hope.

“You are the last,” it rasped in a language that felt older than words, yet Kael understood. “The Ember Crown must rise... or all burns.”

Its body pulsed once, flared brightly, then dimmed into stillness. Left behind was a crystalline heart, still warm, pulsing faintly in Kael’s hand.

He stumbled back, clutching the gem, trembling. The wind stirred again, and the forest exhaled. But Kael knew nothing would be the same. Prophecy? Ember Crown? What did it mean?

As he turned to leave, he felt a strange weight settle on his shoulders. The weight of fate, heavy and unwelcome.

Chapter 2: Sparks of Destiny Kael returned to the village of Dunhollow under the cloak of night. Smoke curled from chimneys, and the forge glowed faintly at the edge of town. He slipped past his master’s hut and into the loft where he slept, placing the ember heart beneath the floorboards.

Sleep eluded him. Visions of fire haunted his dreams—cities burning, winged beasts circling skies blackened by smoke. He awoke in a cold sweat, breath ragged.

By morning, rumors buzzed through Dunhollow. Trade routes had closed. Northern cities had gone silent. A regiment of the king’s soldiers arrived by noon, clad in dark iron, their banners ink-black with a crimson sun.

The captain, a stern woman with a jagged scar across her cheek, addressed the townsfolk: "All magical relics must be surrendered. By order of King Vallos."

Kael’s pulse quickened. He kept his head down, feigning ignorance. That night, as the soldiers searched homes and workshops, Kael made his decision. He could not stay. The heart—whatever it was—was not safe here.

He left before dawn, with nothing but a cloak, his tools, and the ember heart. The road was uncertain, but his path was clear.

Chapter 3: A Flame Rekindled The forest paths led Kael south, toward the old crossroads. He kept off main roads, wary of patrols. Days passed in quiet travel, and the heart pulsed softly against his chest.

In the ruins of an old traveler’s shrine, he met Lira.

She sat near a dying fire, her robes tattered but eyes bright. When she saw the ember heart, she stood. “You carry something dangerous,” she said.

Kael drew his blade instinctively. “Who are you?”

“Someone who knows what you hold,” she replied calmly. “And where you must go.”

She told him of the Ember Forge, a lost dwarven stronghold hidden in the mountains, built to house the Ember Crown—an artifact of balance, forged in the First Flame. The heart, she said, was a key.

Kael was skeptical, but the dreams, the visions—they had grown worse. Lira’s knowledge was uncanny. With little choice, he agreed to travel with her.

Chapter 4: Shadows and Soot Their journey took them through the Scorched Expanse, a dead land left by the ancient war. Ash covered everything. They faced ash wraiths—twisted remnants of those burned by wild magic.

One night, Kael dreamt he was aflame, walking among giants of fire. A voice whispered: “You are the last light.”

He awoke screaming.

Lira watched him silently. “The heart is awakening,” she murmured. “You’re not just carrying it. You’re becoming something else.”

Kael didn’t want to be anyone’s chosen. But the path offered no retreat.

Chapter 5: The Hollow Mountain The gates of Hollow Mountain rose from the cliffs like the jaws of some stone beast. The dwarves who remained were wary—guarded, their trust earned only through trial.

Kael and Lira were taken before Thorek, the forge-master. He examined the heart and narrowed his eyes. “Only the flameborn may enter the Ember Forge. It will test you. It may break you.”

Kael stepped forward, voice steady. “Then let it try.”

Within the mountain, molten rivers ran through ancient halls. At the heart, the Forge lay cold.

Kael placed the ember heart upon the anvil.

Fire roared.

Visions consumed him—of the first flamebearer, of kings and queens wielding light and shadow. Pain lanced through him. When it ended, he stood—older somehow—and in his hand was the ember blade.

The dwarves knelt. “Flameborn.”

Chapter 6: Echoes of Fire Kael’s first breath after awakening from the forge felt like fire and ash filling his lungs. But as he gasped, the sensation faded, replaced with clarity. The chamber around him hummed with renewed life, the stone glowing faintly as if the forge had awakened the mountain itself. The ember blade he held flickered like a living thing, warm to the touch but not burning.

Thorek watched him with a careful gaze, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, the dwarf knelt, and the others followed. “Flameborn,” Thorek intoned. “The forge has spoken.”

Kael, still trembling, lowered the blade. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“None ever do,” Lira said softly, stepping to his side. “But you were chosen.”

Thorek stood. “We will aid you. But there are consequences. King Vallos will feel this awakening. His spies will report. He will come for you.”

Kael nodded, though doubt clung to him like soot. He wasn’t a hero. He was a smith’s apprentice. But now, the spark of something ancient burned within him.

That night, Kael sat by the forges with Lira. “I saw the past,” he said. “All the ones who came before. And I felt... something inside me break and heal at the same time.”

“You are becoming the Crown’s bearer,” Lira said. “Its power is bound to the balance of flame and soul. If your heart is untrue, it will consume you.”

Kael looked at the ember blade. “Then I better stay true.”

Chapter 7: Cinders of Rebellion Word of the Flameborn’s return spread faster than fire in dry timber. Messengers rode day and night. Old alliances began to stir. Kingdoms that had once stood free of Vallos’s rule began murmuring of rebellion.

Kael, Lira, and a band of dwarves left Hollow Mountain. They traveled to the highlands of Calvenor, where a coalition of old bloodlines had gathered. Among them was Ser Lorian, a knight with eyes like steel and a voice like thunder.

“You are the Flameborn?” Lorian asked, skeptically. “You look like a boy with soot on his face.”

Kael met his gaze. “I didn’t ask for this. But I won’t let Vallos take the Crown. Will you help me stop him?”

There was silence. Then, with a grunt, Lorian clasped Kael’s shoulder. “If you stand in fire and do not burn, you’ll do.”

They spent weeks preparing. Scouts reported that Vallos had begun marching toward Draeven, his obsidian fortress. The tyrant king, twisted by years of forbidden magic, sought to complete a ritual that would bind the land’s ley-lines to his will. With the Ember Crown, he would be immortal.

Kael trained each day, learning not just swordplay, but to channel the flame without losing himself. The ember blade responded to his moods, flaring with anger, dimming with doubt. Lira taught him to listen to the fire within, to master it.

Meanwhile, more joined their cause—elves from the Glenveil forests, wind-riders from the east, and even a few rogue sorcerers once loyal to Vallos.

The Rebellion was no longer a whisper. It was a roar ready to rise.

Chapter 8: Storm of Ash and Light The march to Draeven was brutal. Rain fell in sheets, and the earth turned to sludge. Vallos sent nightmares to harry them—wraiths, illusions, whispers in the dark. Many faltered, but Kael pressed on, his resolve hardening like steel in the quench.

When they reached the obsidian walls, the city pulsed with dark energy. Lightning danced across the sky. The final battle was at hand.

Kael led a vanguard through a hidden tunnel beneath the city. Inside, the palace twisted impossibly, warped by years of corruption. Time bent. Hallways led nowhere. Lira guided them using star-runes and flame wards.

They faced betrayals—an ally turned spy, a friend lost to madness. Kael, wounded and weary, was forced to use the Crown’s fire to purge a cursed gate. Each time he tapped its power, it grew harder to return.

In the throne room, Vallos awaited, cloaked in shadow and flame. His voice echoed like molten rock. “You think destiny favors you, boy? You are a spark in the wind. I am the inferno.”

Kael raised his blade. “Maybe. But I’m not alone.”

Chapter 9: Crown of Embers The battle with Vallos shook the very foundations of Draeven. Magic collided—dark and light, flame and void. The king’s sorcery was immense, but Kael’s blade was truth. They clashed in a storm of fury.

“You don’t understand,” Vallos snarled. “The prophecy was my creation. I fed it to the ember spirits. I made it real!”

Kael faltered. “You... what?”

“I forged your path, lit your way, so I could claim the Crown when you arrived. You’re just the candle that lights the pyre.”

But Kael saw through him. The king’s eyes were hollow. His power a prison.

“No,” Kael said. “You’re wrong. The prophecy didn’t make me. I chose this.”

He unleashed the full might of the Ember Crown, not to control—but to destroy. The Crown shattered, and Vallos screamed as the fire consumed him. The palace began to collapse.

Kael and Lira barely escaped, flames licking at their heels. Draeven burned, not with corruption, but with cleansing fire.

Chapter 10: The New Flame Weeks passed. The world began to heal. With the Crown gone, magic flowed freely, unbound by greed or kings. The ember spirits returned to the skies, flickering across the heavens like dancing stars.

Kael and Lira returned to Elowen, where spring had begun to bloom. He rebuilt the forge, not for war—but for creation.

“Will they come again?” Lira asked one night.

“Maybe,” Kael said. “But we’ll be ready.”

The ember blade hung over the hearth, quiet and watchful. Kael no longer feared the fire. He had become its steward.

Above them, a single ember spirit soared, leaving trails of light across the dusk.

End

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piristephes · 2 years ago

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Apolo dedilha o arco

Tal fosse ele instrumento

O acorde da flecha

Nota vibrante pelo ar

Fende o vento a seta

Matando a peste, silenciosa

Protegendo quem canta Peã

Apolo dedilha a lira

Tal fosse ela arma bélica

Travada suavemente contra

O frio do silêncio mortal

Vem a voz melódica

Paz viçosa, enche o loureiro

Verde e afastador do mal

english:

Apollo strums the bow

As if it were an instrument

The arrow chord

Notes vibrating through the air

The arrow splits the wind

Killing the plague, silent

Protecting those who sing Paean

Apollo strums the lyre

As if a weapon of war

Played gently against

The cold of deadly silence

Comes the melodic voice

Vicious peace fills the green

Laurel tree who wards off evil

#apollo #apollon #hellenic polytheism #helpol #prayer #devotional text

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workersolidarity · 1 year ago

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🇺🇸🇺🇦 🚨

WHAT THE WHITE HOUSE DID, OR RATHER DIDN'T DO, IN THE CASE OF JOURNALIST AND COMMENTATOR GONZALO LIRA IS CRIMINAL

The United States is a Government of criminals. We state this as a fact. We could say much about the disgust we feel knowing our government is funding and arming, something that, not just we consider to be a genocide, but many countries throughout the Arab and African world who've signed onto South Africa's case against the colony of Israel before the International Court of Justice at The Hague, in the Netherlands also believe to be genocide.

But we're also disgusted by the way journalist and commentator, Gonzalo Lira was abandoned by his government to rot in a corrupt Ukrainian Nazi-prison.

That a government would pick and choose which of its citizens it will defend and protect, depending on the political whims and foreign policy goals of whomever is in power in the White House is nothing short of astonishing.

What person wants to live in that kind of society? What's to stop the political winds blowing in the opposite direction next year? Abandoning your side's journalistic and public figures, or even yourself to die in some foreign dungeon to be abused, extorted, tortured and eventually killed like Gonzalo Lira was?

Because let us not pretend this man, who yes, had health issues, but was 55 years old, not 70, would have died in a few months working from home and riding his bicycle around Kharkov. That's a fucking joke.

This man had kids in Ukraine, which is why he didn't leave before it was too late. His lawyer worked to get his case attention from the United States government, multiple congresspersons tried to raise the issue, The Grayzone raised the issue to the White House, they knew exactly what was going on, we here are furious for what happened to Gonzalo.

Who living in the United States does not have a serious problem with their government letting people who speak out against its horrific, war crime policies die in foreign prisons for speaking out against their crimes? Does anyone really want to see how far down this disgusting road we can go? How long before it's your political side who's next?

Is this the country you want to live in? The one that cares more about funding war crimes on the other side of globe with your tax dollars more than protecting its own citizens? Or funding its own schools, infrastructure, housing or healthcare? Or even just protecting its own borders? Rather than causing the crises that brings refugees to our southern border?

So what will it be?

How long will we let this farce they call a "democracy" go on?

Now's the time to stop this. Before it's too late, if it isn't already.

@WorkerSolidarityNews

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nicki0kaye · 24 days ago

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@fulcrum-021 OH HOW NICE OF YOU TO ASK~ Hope you wanted a long winded, rambling answer!!!

SO! like almost all my AUs, its really an RP between me and @sidhebeingbrand, who handles the Zeb bits. We've two Corusanti-Ogre!Kallus AUs with very different origins. The first one is over here and involves Vader turning Kallus into a Force abomination who marks and devours ppls souls.

The second one--the one with happily married Sandr--is an offshoot of the Guard/Watcher au, where Kallus and Zeb are two sides of a complimentary force-bond. I've done a Lot of versions of the Guard/Watcher, primarily the Pre-Empire variant with several lovingly rendered pics and five comic pages coming out in May; and a Post-Empire variant which is a dormant fic I totally completely intend to return to when words are nice to me again. Oh there's also the one where Watcher!Kallus becomes a camp counselor for troubled teens on Lira San, I completely forgot about that.

Yes, this is just Sentinel/Guide, but make it Star Wars.

Sasha Kallus is an extremely powerful Watcher, which means without a Guard to regulate his nervous-system for him, he gets overwhelmed to the point of going feral. His older brother Tuz is a Guard, but Sasha hates answering to his brother and hates being treated like an animal, so at 17 he runs away to join a fighting ring on a higher level of Coruscant. This means Tuz can still regulate him somewhat...

...but then Sasha's manager ships him off Coruscant, and suddenly Sasha has no Guard. This isn't a problem for his manager, because Sasha doesn't need to be coherent to win a fight.

Then the Empire rises and slavery is legal again and it's not like Sasha acts like a person, so he's bought and sold and bought and sold and somewhere along the line someone, or many someones, decide he looks ridiculous as a skinny berserker. So they start pumping him with steroids. And putting him through surgeries. He is, after all, the Corusanti Ogre. He should look the part.

By the time Lasan falls, Sasha Kallus has lost ten years to the pits ad no one around Nar Shaada has ever considered him sentient.

and then The Lasat--because there might as well only be this One left--becomes his next door neighbor in the cell on the other side of the wall from him.

And The Lasat is very drunk. It's how he's been managing his grief, but even through the haze of booze, he can feel a Watcher in distress. He was once the High Honor Guard of Lasan--the best trained Guard in his Queen's service--and as brought low as he is, he cannot ignore his sacred duty.

So for the first time in over a decade, Sasha Kallus is coherent. He gives his full name to Zeb, who calls him 'Sandr', and that's what sticks, that's his name now.

And it's a trip for all the gladiators housed around them, to spend years listening to the Ogre rage and rampage in its cell day in day out, a real genuine unthinking monster...until one day it goes quiet, and a soft, scratchy voice replaces the bellows and roars. And the voice starts having conversations. And growing more cheery. It does impressions of anyone it hears and makes bad jokes, and...is a fucking person.

No one knows that it's Zeb's doing.

And no one can stop the Ogre's handlers from preparing the Ogre the same way they usually do for tourneys. See, the Ogre only fights to the death, so you have to use it strategically. It isn't always the best idea to let it compete, not when you can use it as, say, a stage hazard. Everyone who falls from the constructed stage is fair game for the Ogre.

And you've heard the legends. Everyone knows in the stories, the Corusanti Ogre is a cannibal.

So Sandr is starved, then sedated and transported out of Zeb's range of influence. Then stuffed to the gill with uppers and let loose to run amok.

and when he's brought back, when the seds wear off and he realizes what he did, the person in that cell starts to wretch and sob.

Of course Zeb comforts him. Of course Zeb promises they'll break out together, and he'll keep Sandr safe.

Their managers have other plans. Zeb has been asking for a fight with the Ogre for a while, and he's getting it. A fight to the death.

That's when Hera and Kanan show up, masquerading as 'entertainers' the gladiators are allowed to purchase ~time~ from. They collude with Zeb, and when he's tossed into the ring to fight a drugged up Sandr, he guides Sandr into escape.

it takes Sandr two days to sleep off all that space-crack, but when he wakes up, Zeb has cleaned him and waited beside him, and is there. And Sandr can see him, really see him for the first time. And he can touch him. And he does it so, so gently because he doesn't trust this giant, lopsided, misshapen body not to break everything it touches.

And they realize--though Kanan super clocks it first, not knowing at all what he's looking at--that they are what Zeb knows as a bonded pair. Their auras fit together perfectly. The Ashla made them to fit as one.

It's something Zeb has wanted his entire life, and thought he would never find, and there's no one he'd rather it be than Sandr.

...unfortunately Sandr is mentally still a shitty hive-rat from a very xenophobic sector of Coruscant, so he calls Hera a slur and they get booted out onto Lothal to make their own way.

They do. Set up a little lean-to using some tightly nested rocks and anything the city discards. Build their own kiln and blunder through making pottery and jewelry, and start making a home out there.

Every version of Kallus I write is non-binary, its just a matter of when their egg cracks, and out on the plains of Lothal, with nothing else to do but homestead and feel their feelings, the egg cracks. Thankfully Zeb is more than happy to help them through the growing pains and the dysphoria.

Once that hurdle is crossed, Sandr works on gaining the courage to actually go into civilization, instead of relying on Zeb to do all the shopping and bartering in town.

And while they're in town, Zeb points out a kid he's seen pick-pocketing the locals. Sandr recognizes a fellow street-rat and helps Zeb in his quest to do something for the kid--cuz Zeb comes on too fucking strong and the kid always bolts. Sandr on the other hand knows how to handle someone used to living on the streets. They get the town gossip on the lil boy, on how he refuses to move in with any of his parent's friends after his parents were arrested for treason. They start laying bread-crumbs, exchanging little favors for food, for bedding their 'sensitive nose' disagrees with, eventually for a place to crash when the kid is too tired to make it all the way back to his radio tower.

Sandr and Zeb consider Ezra their kid long before they voice that out loud. Zeb's the one to do it, of course he is, and Ezra bugs out immediately. They tail him to the tower and wait out in the brush all night, making sure the kit doesn't do anything dumb, and no one does anything to him. In the morning, sniffling and hungry, Ezra emerges and starts back for the city, and instead realizes Sandr and Zeb are already within reach. The adults think he'll bolt again, but instead he comes running to them. "I don't want them to take you!"

Sandr scoops him up into a hug and reassures him they aren't going anywhere. They'll always be there for him. He doesn't have to call them mom or dad, they just want to keep him safe.

And for a time they do.

Until I decided to be mean, but this has already gone long enough, so we'll cap it at that 8>

you don't understand

love

two different versions of a character meeting themselves

It is my FAVORITE thing in the world

I love having them switch places and having to learn through investigation how their other self came to be where they are, and have their loved ones react to having the wrong version of their guy running around

but I also love forcing them into one universe where they have to interact and can judge each other To Their Face.

I for sure have written reformed!Kallus stepping through a portal, seeing Agent Kallus wearing Imperial blacks and immediately cold clocking Agent Kallus out with a single punch to the face.

#sw au #nik v sw #kalluzeb

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vansmaybeonthewall · 3 years ago

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Monster

Masterlist

a/n: had part of it in the drafts and only had the will to finish and expand it now. should it stand alone or be continued, inquire within

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Burning.

Searing Pain.

The feeling of hopelessness.

The pain of being pushed to the brink.

She didn’t want to do it, she knew falling would only bring more pain. But if it got her away from her stupid brothers, then maybe it could be worth it.

Free falling until she hit the center of the country, creating shockwaves felt everywhere. Many thought of it as a sign of the Apocalypse, and maybe it was. No, not The Apocalypse, but one no one would see coming.

Hitting the Earth knocked the breath out of her vessel, but it remained intact. A crater that would puzzle the planet was left behind.

What fell from space and created a hole in the shape of a bird?

An angry archangel with broken wings.

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Hundreds of years later...

Murdering her brothers and sisters isn’t what Y/N planned for her future, but it’s what it came to be. After all, they were destroying her creations. The angels wouldn’t stop until every one of them was gone, and they were succeeding.

The Dark Angels appeared after Y/N hit the Earth all those years ago. An army of them soon emerged and a war was started.

A rogue archangel against Heaven.

Of course, she lost as Heaven was still under God’s rule. And it only made her angrier.

All that was left were three, the Queen of Dark Angels herself and two loyal followers. The others were slaughtered or turned into one of God’s angels. With every Dark Angel lost, the more hopelessness and despair she felt. The loneliness only grew.

“Mistress, I...I’ve come bearing bad news.”

“What is it, Lira.”

“Nathan and I were scouting the area per your request and the angels....they attacked before we even knew they were there. We tried to leave but the battle had already started. Nathan’s gone and soon I will be too.”

“Lira, what are you saying...” She turned to see Lira with her dark angel blade sticking out of her chest.

“Didn’t let them take my blade,” she laughed breathily, “but damn do they hurt like hell. Get it?”

“Lira!” Y/N caught her as she fell.

“It’s okay, it isn’t your fault. I made this choice and I’m happy I did. I met someone who believed in me.”

“Don’t say-”

“This is goodbye Y/N, thank you...for everything.”

Her body fell limp. The last was gone. The angels had succeeded. Y/N was nothing once more. If she made more Dark Angels, it would only be a matter of time before Heaven found her.

The wind picked up. A storm was brewing. Rain poured and lightning struck.

Y/N let out an agonizing scream and the Earth shook with it.

She stood with Lira’s body in her arms, red eyes blazing, wings flared.

“You want a fight. Well Dad you’re gonna get one.”

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The Winchesters, 3 Months Later...

“What kind of supernatural bitch would cause all that? A demon Sam.”

“I’m telling you, it’s way too powerful to just be a couple of demons.”

“Well what else is it gonna be Sammy? Some rogue angel? Please.”

“That’s where you’re right Dean-o.”

The two whipped around to find Gabriel standing with Castiel and…Lucifer?

“What the hell! Why’d you bring him here!” Dean pointed at Lucifer who responded with an annoyed, “relax.”

“Relax? Relax!”

“Dean. Sam. If you would listen to them, we could stop what’s causing all of these problems.”

“Oh Cas, always the voice of reason,” Gabe jokes, “But he’s unfortunately right. We have a problem and it’s a big one.”

“Understatement of the century,” Lucifer mumbled.

“Anyways! This isn’t some demon or angel. It’s an archangel, and she’s pissed.”

“Woah woah woah. Back up. You’re saying you have a sister? And you just happen to bring her up now.” Dean asked.

“Well she wasn’t important until now,” Gabriel responded.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Well what would you want me to say Lucifer? That she was the best out of all of us? That she did good things for humanity? Sorry bro, she didn’t.”

“Yeah well-”

“Can the two of you stop and tell us what’s going on?” Sam intervened.

“The one that’s causing these problems is our sister, who just so happens to be the youngest archangel. She couldn’t handle Dad loving humans more than her so she jumped from Heaven years after Lucifer was sent to the cage,” Gabriel began.

“She agreed with Lucifer?”

“Yes, unfortunately, she did.”

“Hey!”

“After she hit Earth, she started to create an army of new beings. She called them Dark Angels. Humans were corrupted by her views and grew wings and horns. Normal angel blades can’t kill them unless enough wounds are inflicted upon them or the blade is left in long enough. Only a Dark Angel’s blade can kill a Dark Angel. Heaven managed to get ahold of enough of them for a war and we won. Only a few remained and they were easily extinguished. The last one was killed three months ago.”

“When the destruction started.” Sam realized. Gabriel nodded.

“That doesn’t explain why Lucifer is here,” Dean spoke.

“We agreed to stop Y/N together because it is the only way she might listen to us. Happy?”

“Might?”

“Will you stop underestimating us? We have a plan in motion.”

“And what would that be? First of all, who is she really and why haven’t you said her name.”

“Because the bitch tabooed it.”

“Gabriel, don’t.”

“That’s what she is. She acts like some maniacal witch who can warp reality. Haven’t you seen Age of Ultron dude? Where do you think the Scarlet Witch came from? Huh? Inspired character remember? Even got the tragic backstory and accent down.”

“No, I don’t remember because if you can recall I was in a cage the last time you saw her!”

“Okay ladies relax,” Dean said.

“Tabooed? Like Harry Potter,” Sam asked

“Nerd.”

“Shut up Dean.”

“Anyone who speaks her Angel name is doomed. We don’t know how she did it, but we have lost many because of it,” Castiel explained, “Now we really must go over the plan if we want to prevent any more chaos.”

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The Crash Site, middle of Kansas

The crater hadn’t changed much, no one had bothered it in the many years Y/N had been on Earth. It was said to be the mark of the Devil so many stayed away.

But you’re no Devil Y/N, you’re weak. You’re a hopeless little girl with no family. Everyone you loved is gone.

“I thought I got rid of you.”

“Oh sweetheart, there’s no getting rid of me. I’m Despair, I’ll always be waiting for your depressive thoughts.”

Y/N turned to see her worst creation. Despair first appeared after Y/N fell to Earth. Her feelings were strong enough to create something hurtful, but it wasn’t intentional. Despair took the form of a trustworthy guy, but he would only make your life worse.

“I gotta hand it to you Y/N, you look better than when I last saw you. Still can’t fix those wings though, can you?”

“Leave me alone and nothing will happen to you.”

“That’s an empty threat if I’ve ever heard one. You’re weak and you know it. Your little Dark Angels gave you strength, but now there’s no one left. Should’ve stayed in Heaven.”

“Go away. That’s an order.”

“I don’t follow your stupid rules anymore Y/N. Remember, it was your mistake that I’m here. I only came into being because you thought following your brother was better. But he wasn’t on Earth, he was in the cage. And you were all alone. You were all alone in Heaven, alone as you fell, and alone now. That’s just how it’ll be…forever.”

“Stop!” Y/N fell to her knees. It was the truth and the truth only hurt.

“If you can’t even listen to me, what made you think you could take on your brothers? They were always stronger than you Y/N!”

“Enough!” Her voice echoed and when she looked up, he was gone. She failed to notice the power that radiated from her yell. The red magic would go for miles and capture the attention of the Winchesters & co. It left her weak and allowed her wings to come into the plane of human sight.

Like I told you, weak.

“I’m gonna go for you first and then teach Dad his lesson. I will not have you be that little devil on my shoulder.”

She flew away, back into hiding.

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Abandoned warehouse, Kansas

“So you want us to pray to a rogue angel, an archangel, and hope she appears in the middle of the circle? That’s safe, very safe, and very thought out.” Dean said sarcastically.

“In summary, yes,” Gabriel replied

“Just give us the paper.” Sam was exhausted from the arguing coming from his brother and the two other archangels. The plan was simple, call upon Y/N and ask for guidance. It was her purpose long ago, but it wasn’t forgotten.

“Harmonia, Archangel of Heaven, we are lost and we are in need of guidance.”

...

“Well, that was stupid.”

“I wouldn’t insult the one you’ve called upon Dean Winchester.”

Her voice echoed around the room. She wouldn’t appear to them just yet. I mean, it’s the Winchester’s for Dad’s sake, you can’t trust them.

“I don’t need to send any warnings. If you call and I find it in my interest, I’ll come. If you really needed my help, you would know that. What do you want?”

“Dude, Gabriel was right, she’s a bitch.”

“Dean!”

“Good job Dean, you gave us away!”

“I’m not the one talking!”

“Yeah, Gabriel.”

“Lucifer, don’t you start.”

Castiel, ever the voice of reason, called upon her again.

“Y/N, we just want to talk.”

“If you wanted to talk, you wouldn’t have set a trap with those bozos.”

A chorus of “Hey’s” came from the others. She stepped out from the shadows, but only enough for her wings to still be hidden in the dark.

“But I always did like you Castiel. We can talk as long as you don’t have any other tricks up your sleeve.”

“Y/N, you-“

“You look like you’ve been dunked in a pool and then rolled around in a pile of dirt.”

“I’m well aware of how I look, Gabriel.”

Her clothes were tattered, her makeup smeared, and her hair was tangled and knotted. Sweat glistened on her forehead. The past few months had been rough, the stress of trying to destroy Despair was catching up to her. But most importantly, her wings were visible to everyone. Scarred, mangled, ruffled black feathers, some wounds slightly bleeding. They would be able to see just how weak she was if she took another step.

“But I’m not here to discuss my appearance. What does the Scooby Gang want now?”

“Did she-

“We want to know what's been happening the past three months,” Cas interrupted Dean.

“If you must know, I’ve been dealing with something and I am handling it. You won’t need to worry about it any longer.”

“That’s reassuring, thanks.”

“I wouldn’t say anything Gabriel, nor you Lucifer, nor any of you actually. All of you have destroyed something or hurt people at some point in your lives. So why does it matter when it's me?”

“Because people are dying Y/N!”

“That is not my fault Lucifer!”

But isn’t it?

“Oh, would you shut up already!” She yelled at the voice in her head. Of course, he would choose to speak to her now. To make her look crazy.

“If you don’t actually need my help, I have things to take care of. Goodbye Castiel, I wish you well. The rest of you can, well, you can just fuck off.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t Castiel. I have enough to deal with as it is. I am sorry about the damage I have caused, but I didn’t do it on purpose. As hard as it will be you have to believe me.”

She stepped back into the shadows and prepared to leave when Lucifer spoke up.

“How are your wings?”

“What?”

“You heard me. No angel can take that fall without a little damage.”

“It’s none of your business. We are not as close as we used to be and we are certainly not close enough for you to finally care about me.”

“Will you stop being elusive and shit? Just answer the question”

“No.”

“Oh come on, what’s wrong with you.”

Tension was building up. It was only a matter of time before Y/N’s temper blew. The more her supposed brothers antagonized her about the question, the more her energy grew. It all got to be too much. Her eyes glowed red and she turned, fully coming out of the shadows.

“Enough!”

The crew was smacked against the walls of the warehouse. Y/N stood heaving, her marred wings out for everyone to see. Her maroon, almost black, wings had feathers missing, some even fell as she walked. Her wings were dirty and some places were matted with blood. Some spots where feathers were missing were scared, and feathers would no longer grow there. As they slowly stood back up, the gang took notice of this. Lucifer looked at her with a pang of great sadness, a sadness that no one thought he was capable of. Gabriel just stood in shock, not even he had seen such horror done to an angel. Castiel didn’t know what to think, maybe it was pity, but he didn’t know. Sam and Dean watched in a mixture of awe and a sort of guilt. Angel wings weren’t a thing they should be able to see, it almost felt wrong to look at them. Y/N noticed their eyes locked on her wings causing the feeling of insecurity to rise. It wasn’t something she felt before and it felt strange. Why did she care about how her wings looked to others? She tried to hide them behind her, but what could she do? She couldn’t hide them, so she gave up and let them droop. Her weakness was available for all to see.

“Don’t look at me like that, don’t act as if you care.”

Gabriel and Lucifer almost looked hurt. I mean, they used to be as thick as thieves, brothers and sister. But they also turned their back on her.

“You caused this. Everything that has led to this point had something to do with you two, so just stop.”

Summoning the young archangel turned into something it wasn’t supposed to be. Instead of feeling a deep hatred for her, Dean and Sam kind of understood where she came from. The want for revenge and victory. The needy feeling of being seen by your family.

“What happened?”

She turned to look at Sam and prepared to snap at him but was stopped by the pure curiosity she felt from him.

“War. Family. They didn’t agree with me. An order was sent out to put an end to my creation, but it was for the wrong one. Not one of those who came for me cared about what happened to me. They stabbed and wounded whatever they could. My blood has been spilled on almost every continent of this sorry planet.”

“I’m sorry, but the wrong one?” Gabriel jumped into the conversation.

“What are you not understanding Gabriel? My dark angels were never a threat to humanity, I made sure of that. They were misunderstood and saw me as a person who could bring hope. They were the first people in centuries to believe in me and see me not for my power, but for my nature. However, someone thought otherwise. When that order was put out, everything I had built went to shit. So much blood was spilled for the wrong reason. I have had to burn more bodies than every hunter combined. All of it, for nothing. You all missed the true villain of the story. Despair.”

“You can’t blame it all on your absence of hope Y/N.”

“I am not talking about me Gabriel, I am tal-”

“Talking about me.”

Despair cut her off.

“Howdy doo Scooby gang and magical folk, how ya doing?”

Despair stood on the catwalk of the warehouse, this time in the form of a teenage boy. His black suit almost cloaking him from those below. Y/N just sighed, she didn’t have much energy left to fight with him.

Not again.

“Oh yes again, beautiful. Why would I leave you behind?”

“And just who are you,” Dean questioned.

“Oh jeez, you really aren’t that bright. I’m Despair, pleased to meet ya. Friendly foe to dear miss Harmonia.”

“For once in your life, shut up,” Y/N said.

“Awww, but mom that’s no fun.”

“Anyone care to explain? Anybody? Y/N?” Gabriel asked.

“Y/N here, best mom award, accidentally created me. Beautiful story really. Crash landing in the middle of Kansas, screaming and crying. Then poof! I appear a grown-ass male in the middle of nowhere. I mean, why Kansas, what is this, Wizard of Oz?”

“Why are you here? And why are you a teenager?” Y/N questioned, tired of his shit.

“For shits and giggles, duh. But oh, would you look at the time, I’ve got to skedaddle. Toodles!”

And then he was gone. Everyone now looked at Y/N.

“That’s who should have been eradicated from this realm. Despair is one of the most aggravating beings to be known. Any hope that you have left is sucked out the moment he appears. He doesn’t make himself known as a person, but when he does, all you feel is emptiness and loneliness. He has more of his “fun” as an emotion.”

“So everywhere you’ve been, all this destruction, was him?” Sam asked.

“It was me trying to end him. I have had to deal with him for centuries. That is who Heaven should have rallied against. Not me and certainly not my creations. But it’s too late now, everything I had is gone and I will do anything in my power to get rid of him, even if it kills me.”

With that, Y/N warped outside. She noticed the sleek black car belonging to Sam and Dean and almost scoffed at their trademark. She moved to take a step when she was surrounded by a ring of fire.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she growled.

The Winchesters & co ran outside and found their second trap holding the angry archangel.

“Get me out of here.”

“Y/N if we-”

“Stop it! We are nothing! Nothing! Our little sibling bond means nothing to me anymore. I have more important things to do than have whatever conversation you want to have. So let me out!”

“We can help you if you-”

“Oh now you want to help. You couldn't have done that when I willingly jumped down to Earth. You couldn’t have helped me when everything I have done to help myself was literally being annihilated? I don’t want your help, I’ll kill him myself.”

“Well we don’t want to see you kill yourself in the process! What about that huh?” Gabriel screamed.

The older archangels may not have seen her or spoken to her for what seemed like an eternity, but something inside of them still cared about their younger sister. That feeling would never go away. Y/N could only look at them with a blank face.

“Well it’s too little too late for that brother,” she said sarcastically.

The fire that burned around her went out. Sam had taken it upon himself to help her.

“Dude, what’re you doing?”

“Dean, who are we to stop her?”

Y/N looked at him with suspicion. No one, especially a human she just met, had trusted her that fast for years. She slowly set her foot outside the circle and was a little surprised to find herself in one piece.

“...Thanks…”

Sam nodded at her. Castiel noticed a strange feeling coming from Sam. There was a little bit of pity and some guilt, mostly sadness, but there was the tiniest feeling of attraction? Not even Dean had that feeling coming from him. Though, Castiel decided to say nothing about it. He instead chose to speak up about how weak Y/N appeared to be.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“When you find yourself in the middle of a Holy fire after talking to Despair, you’re not at your best.”

She then fell to her knees with a grunt, her wings wrapping around her body. Gabriel and Lucifer followed their sibling instincts and went to help Y/N. The amount of energy she released in the warehouse slowly caught up to her. She was fading in and out of consciousness now. Gabriel tried to take her into his arms, but with her wings in the plane of the living, it was difficult. It was best just to have her head lay in his lap. Y/N was muttering nonsense with eyes fluttering, a nonsense only her closest Dark Angels understood. She finally shut her eyes and let sleep take over.

“Looks like we have a lot more work to do.”

And Gabriel was right.

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The Bunker, 2 days later

Y/N was set in a room with no wards set. Sam knew she wouldn’t receive that information well and she was in no state to defend herself against all of them if it came down to it. The rest of them gathered around the table discussing their next move, but they weren’t the only ones in the bunker. Jack was wandering around making his own little discoveries.

“So what are we going to do about her? She’s not going to be very happy being here.”

“Oh Dean-o, that’s why we come up with a plan to get rid of whatever she’s trying to get rid of before she wakes up.”

“Because that is so easy Gabriel.”

“Lucifer, not a word. Not a word.”

And so began the discussion of what to do about Despair and Y/N’s seemingly endless sleep. Jack, however, had a different idea. He had been walking down the hallways looking for whatever was calling him. It felt like his father and Uncle Gabriel, but weaker. He followed it to a closed door. Whatever was behind it needed help. He opened the door to see a strange sleeping woman. Despite her unconscious state, he felt the call for help. He walked closer and closer until he found the edge of the bed. He reached his hand out and set it on her arm. His palm started to glow and it spread around Y/N’s body. And then…

She woke up.

She sat up taking in her surroundings. She noticed Jack who still had his hand on her.

“Hi”

“Hi?”

“I’m Jack. Who are you?”

Y/N almost hesitated, “Y/N. What are you? You…aren’t human.”

“I think you mean who…I’m Jack.”

Y/N realized she wouldn’t get anywhere with her questions. But what she did realize was how alive she felt.

“What're you doing?”

“You were calling me. I could feel your pain, so I came to heal you.”

That’s when the light got a little brighter. It got so bright that Jack took a step back and covered his eyes. His hand was no longer on her, but the light continued to grow. Y/N stood up from the bed and looked at her arms. The light covered her body until Jack could no longer see her body beneath it. But underneath, Y/N started to heal. Her wings easily grew the feathers that were replaceable and her appearance was cleaner. No longer did she wear tattered clothes, nor were her wings visible to the human sight. They returned to the plane where only angels could see them. The light then dissipated. Y/N was still in awe, no being had that power to heal an archangel just like that. Maybe other angels or archangels and maybe…

But it couldn't be…could it?

“Who are you Jack?”

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The plan was only getting worse. Any idea Dean had put on the table was met with disapproval from Lucifer with Gabriel mocking him. Sam sat in silence as they continued to argue. But then he heard laughter, and it wasn’t just Jack laughing. There was someone else. He left the room, no one taking immediate notice. He followed the voices to the room Y/N was in. He put his ear to the door only to hear Jack and Y/N?

He opened the door. The two inside looked up immediately. Jack was excited to see Sam, but Y/N was a little suspicious.

“Hi Sam! Look who I found.”

That’s when Sam noticed Y/N’s new look.

“You’re confused,” Y/N broke the silence, “but so am I. Where are we?”

“A bunker, in Kansas, but uh, what happened?”

“I healed her!”

Y/N smiled at Jack, the pure joy he showed had a place in her once-dead heart. Sam, however, was still confused.

“He healed you?”

“He did, yes. Why am I here?”

“Your brothers decided to bring you here for protection. They wanted to make sure you would end up okay.”

“That’s hard to believe,” she scoffed, “The only ones who have actually shown me they cared were you and Jack. Why should I believe you?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

Gabriel.

He stood in the doorway with his hands in his pocket, a shy smile on his face. He had left after he noticed Sam’s departure. He backed out of the Dean-Lucifer argument to watch in entertainment only to find Sam no longer in his seat.

“You want me to believe you? You of all people Gabriel?”

He only sighed and gave her a sad look.

“You just have to Y/N.”

This only made her angry. Her eyes started to glow red and a red mist started to form around her fingers. She was about to take a step forward when Sam blocked her from doing so. He had stood in front of her and put both hands on her shoulders. Her little magic show disappeared and tilted her head up to look at him.

“You’re tall,” she bluntly stated.

Sam let out a laugh which caused her to give a soft smile. Gabriel and Jack watched on opposite sides of the room. Jack watched in pure excitement while Gabriel’s sad look was replaced with a little suspicion. But that moment was interrupted by Dean and Lucifer sliding into view. Dean saw Jack in the corner while Sam held Y/N back. Lucifer saw Samuel Winchester sincerely touching his dear sister.

“What the hell is going on?”

#supernatural #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #gabriel #lucifer #archangel #castiel #supernatural fic #jack kline #angel

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Safe Haven ~Bang Chan | Day 2.

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Chapter Warnings: food consumption · jokes surrounding taking one’s life (lighthearted).

Word Count: ~3k | AO3

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact. ✰This chapter has been reworked as of 16/08/2023

Previous Chapter: Day 1. | Series Masterlist. | Next Chapter: Day 3.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“…So, we’ll take the speeders to this river over here. We’ll have to use special machinery to open up a path through the river so we can safely make it to the other side. Changbin, you and I can work on that together with the machine I mentioned earlier. After that, we…”

Chan, Changbin, and Felix had received instructions in the very early morning to meet Dev in this room. A map of one of Lira Le’s quadrants had been laid on the table, and wooden figures had been placed on top of it to symbolise the most important landmarks in their way. Dev spoke loud and clear, enthusiastically, even, while he explained the route to the group.

Chan was only there for information purposes. Even if he wasn’t going with them, Dev suggested for him to join their meeting just to familiarise himself with what his crewmates were going to do. Admittedly, he was only half listening, his mind was completely out of it, focused on his other crew members.

Three of them had left a day prior to Chan’s mission. They were in charge of opening a route for enslaved civilians to escape one of the Charmer’s facilities, whilst the other two had stayed back at their base of operations, as the main trackers and support for each sub-group to fulfil their respective missions.

That was how they usually operated. Someone would stay back at their base to remotely keep a constant eye on the radars and ensure no close encounter with the enemy was made, while the others would go into the field. For this mission, Seungmin–the second youngest in their unit–had been chosen as their tracker, and it’d only been thanks to him that they didn’t die the second they were spotted after Chan’s miscalculation.

“…So with your magic, Felix. We could activate the panel…”

Chan could barely hear Dev in the background. The man’s words slurred into nonsense in his head, while he just just looked at his crewmate’s faces. Changbin and Felix looked determined, and Chan wondered if they were truly okay with all this, or if this was just an act. After all, it wouldn’t have been the first time they put up a façade to ease his worries.

“So, all this will take a week?” Changbin’s voice broke through the noise in Chan’s head, bringing his attention back to the conversation.

“Yes. The estimated time is a week. As long as weather conditions are optimal”, Dev offered. “If the winds are too strong, or if it rains heavily, we might be delayed by a few days, but we should be fine”.

Dev turned to Chan and handed him a small slab of white stone–marble, by the weight and feel of it. “Here’s the communicator I was talking to you about”.

Chan had no idea what Dev was talking about, and he suddenly felt a bit guilty for not listening more intently to his explanation earlier. “You can use this to get in contact with me, that way you can talk to your friends here. Additionally, if we’re in any sort of predicament, we can also use it to communicate with you”.

“Thanks”, Chan simply took the stone in his hand. It was pleasantly cool to the touch. “This will be helpful”.

Dev then turned to Changbin and Felix. “Is the plan clear?”

“I guess so”, Felix spoke first, using what Chan knew to be his ‘Everything’s fine, this is fine’ voice. “I’m not sure my magic is strong enough for what you want me to do, but I’ll certainly do my best”.

“You’ll do just fine”, Dev reassured him, with a bright smile on his lips. “We leave midday today. The maids have prepared all necessary supplies for us. It’ll all be packed on the speeders. Any questions?”

The three men just shook their heads.

“Alrighty, then!” Dev clapped his hands once, and stood up from his chair. “See you guys in the southeast courtyard later”.

With that, Dev left the room.

Chan and his friends sat in silence for a while, with their arms crossed over their chests, staring at the map in front of them as if it would suddenly come to life and show them the path once again.

“I’m gonna be honest, you guys”, Chan was the first to break the silence. He brought the stone close to his face. “I’ve got no idea how to use this. I wasn’t listening”.

Changbin chuckled at his captain’s words. “We could tell. You had your classic dissociation stare”.

Chan gasped, bringing a hand to his chest and acting offended. “I don’t have a dissociation stare”.

The nerve of his friends…

“‘Course you do”, Felix stated, matter-of-factly. “You suck at hiding it, too. Anyway, Dev just said you had to hold the stone-comm in your hand and say his name”.

“Huh…” Chan just stared at the stone. It just looked… Well, like a stone.

Chan looked back at his friends, and they were both already focused on him.

“You guys better come back in one piece”, he was trying his best to hide the extra worriedness in his voice. He briefly wondered if he sucked at hiding that, too.

“Please, as if we would ever let you enjoy one second of silence”, Felix’s tone was playful, teasing. And yet, Chan recognized that look in his eyes. It was the look he had before every mission, a dangerous mix of determination and anxiety.

“Don’t worry about it”, Changbin patted Chan’s shoulder, trying to reassure him. “I have a good feeling about this. It’ll be alright. Plus, we’ll call as often as possible, so you don’t miss us”.

Changbin emphasised his last statement with a wink, which made Chan chuckle.

“I’m looking forward to that”.

At midday, Chan and his friends met up with Dev in the southeast courtyard, just like the man had instructed them. Three speeders were already parked there, all stocked up with supplies for the trip. Dev and Wang Eun were packing the last few items when the group arrived.

“Hey, lads”, Dev greeted them with a smile, just as he tightened the rope holding the cargo to his speeder.

“Hey, need any help?” Changbin offered, approaching him with hurried steps.

“No worries, it’s all done already”, with one last tug, Dev turned to Chan and Felix.

All four of them stood forming a circle by the speeders while they discussed the last few details of the plan. Wang Eun, in the meantime, double checked that everything was in order with the supplies.

“Looks like you’re all ready”, the Queen’s voice broke through the conversation, and she greeted them with a smile on her lips.

“Of course, Your Majesty. You know how efficient I am!” There was a bit of playfulness in Dev’s voice. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed to greet Her Majesty. “We only had to make small changes in the original route, hoping to utilise our resources better. But everything else is going just as planned”.

The Queen hummed in acknowledgement, offering her assistant a ‘That’s good’ before she turned to Felix. “I have something for you. I think it’ll be helpful”.

She handed Felix a purple stone. It was textured, and it had no shine to it.

“This will help you channel your magic better. Dev can give you a hand if you’re not sure how to use it. But I’m confident you’ll know how to when the time comes”, Her Majesty carefully placed the stone in his hand when Felix had held it open for her. With her other hand, she moved his fingers to close around it, and with one final reassuring squeeze, she finally let go. It was a calming gesture that Felix clearly appreciated.

The Queen then turned to Dev. Bringing her left hand to his neck, and placing her right hand over his heart, she leaned forward and connected her forehead to his. “Have a safe trip, my friend. Don’t hesitate to ask for help if needed”.

Dev just offered her a smile in return.

Finally, she turned to Changbin, placing her hand over her heart and lightly bowing. “Stay safe out there”.

Changbin instinctively did the same, and the sight of him returning the gesture seemed to bring a smile back on her face.

“Alrighty, then”, Dev clapped once, bringing everyone’s attention back to him. “Hop on. Time to go”.

Chan, Changbin, and Felix shared one final hug while they said their goodbyes.

With one last wave, the group hopped onto their speeders. The Queen waved back at them, murmuring some words to herself Chan couldn’t quite hear.

With a loud rumble, the speeders took off, going in the direction of the forest. The tall, colourful trees immediately swallowed the three of them, and the courtyard was suddenly quiet… Quiet, save for that minute hum in Chan’s ears.

He noticed last night that he was still hearing this odd humming sound… He figured it might’ve been the stress of the day, considering everything that had happened, but he woke up today and it was still there. It honestly wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just… there, and he was trying to ignore its presence for the time being.

The Queen dismissed Wang Eun, who immediately bowed to her one last time before he left.

As Chan watched his friends disappear among the trees, he felt a nudge on his hand. He looked in the direction of the movement, and his eyes immediately found Freyja’s, the Queen’s feline, sitting next to him. Her tail swayed over the neatly cut grass while she looked at his face. Then, she looked at his hand, and once again back to his face.

Tentatively, Chan brought his hand up, leaving it right in front of her face. Freyja sniffed it, and, almost immediately, a low rumbling sound came from the panther. She pushed her face onto his hand, encouraging him to pet her.

“You’re a cutie, aren’t you?” He mumbled. He complied with the feline’s silent request, his fingers diligently went over her forehead to rest behind her ear, where he settled to scratch her gently.

“They’ll be okay. Don’t you worry”, the Queen spoke to Chan, while he continued to pet Freyja.

He just sighed. “I hope so”.

“I was wondering…” Her Majesty was cautious when she spoke again, lowering her voice considerably. “You mentioned your mission was to gather intel, right? What happened to it?”

The movement of Chan’s hand on Freyja’s head stopped with the sudden questions, and he turned to look at the Queen.

She brought both of her hands up, probably her way of showing there was no ill-intent in her enquiry. “Don’t look at me like that! I don’t want to know what you found. Just curious if… you know, it survived the crash”.

“I would’ve seriously hung myself already if it hadn’t survived”, Chan chuckled. “I have it. It’s safe”.

The Queen’s frame visibly relaxed with Chan’s confirmation. “I see… That’s good”

“It is… but, hey, now that I think about it…” The mention of his mission sparked curiosity in Chan’s brain, so he really couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Do you communicate with Dall at all?”

“Uh…” She seemed to be taken aback by the sudden question, but she answered him regardless. “Yes. Yes I do. Don’t we all?”

There was clear hesitancy in her voice, a tiny spark of uncertainness that seemed uncharacteristic in someone like her, especially considering the topic. Chan knew that almost everyone in the Alliance had contact with the rebel leader, so, to him, it seemed perfectly normal to have contact with them.

“Could you inform them we managed to get the intel, and that it’s still safe with us?”

“Sure”, she agreed, just as her gaze turned to the faraway trees, where Changbin, Felix, and Dev had disappeared into. “Do you want me to send them the details as well?”

Chan pondered for a moment. By now, he had accepted the fact that he trusted the Queen, but he still wanted to be cautious. He trusted her enough to stay at her home, but maybe not enough quite yet to give her such sensitive information. His best bet to get the intel safely to Dall would be to give it to Seungmin once the communicators were up, so that was exactly what he was planning on doing.

“No, no need”.

“That’s fine. I’ll let them know”, the Queen looked at him with a genuine smile on her face, one that Chan returned effortlessly. “I have to go now. Come on, Freyja”.

With an almost apologetic pat on his shoulder, she turned around, calling for her feline once more before she started to walk back towards the castle.

Freyja nudged Chan’s hand with her nose. He pet her behind the ears one last time before she left his side and followed the Queen.

Chan just stood there on his own for a while longer, looking at the spot where his friends had disappeared just minutes earlier, trying to ignore the heavy feeling settling in his chest.

Chan decided to make his way to the ship. He wanted to see how things were going, and to help if necessary. He also wanted to get away, to be at a familiar place where he wouldn’t feel as awkward as he did in most areas within the castle.

“Good afternoon”, he greeted Talboot as soon as he stepped into the main control room.

“Hey there, boy”, the old man was crouching on the floor, working on the internal circuit boards of the main console. “How’s it going?”

“Well, my ship’s in shambles and my friends are gone, so I’m doing fan-tas-tic”, Chan chuckled as he approached the man.

“Fair enough”, a light chuckle left his lips. Talboot seemed to be in a good mood, which was reassuring, in a way. “What’re you doing here? Anything you need from me right now?”

“Mmm, not really. I was wondering… Would you mind if I worked on the communicator? I want to get it running as soon as possible”.

Talboot looked up at Chan, his bionic eye stretched and retracted a couple of times when it tried to focus on Chan’s face. “You know your way around these things?”

The scepticism in his voice was very hard to miss, and, honestly, Chan couldn’t blame him. If he had been Talboot, a clearly seasoned engineer, he would’ve probably reacted the exact same way. Especially when the old man didn’t know what Chan could do.

“Yeah, I… fix spaceships for a living”.

Talboot looked at him for a few seconds, but eventually, he just shrugged. “Suit yourself, then”.

With the go-ahead from the man currently in charge of his ship, Chan walked towards one of the side compartments on the console, where he knew his toolbox to be. The door was bent and slightly jammed in, which wasn’t really surprising considering the entire state of the ship. With a few minutes of prying, though, he was finally able to get it to open, and he found the mostly intact case. Thankfully, all the tools inside it still seemed to be in good shape.

He removed one of the panels on the side of the main console, right where he knew the circuit board of the communicator would be. Taking a torch from his toolbox, he shone the light inside to assess the damage. Everything was blackened, covered in soot, it was difficult to tell which cables were burnt and which were just dirty. With a sigh, he took a rag from the toolbox and started cleaning things around to give himself a better view.

People came and went into the room as time passed. The sound of chatter seemed to be ever-present as everyone worked around the ship, the smell of soldering lingered in the air around him… It all comforted Chan, in a way. It was almost as if he was back home in his parent’s shop.

At some point during the day, Talboot started a light conversation with Chan. At the beginning, he only discussed the ship’s repairs, but the longer they spoke, the more he started giving some insight into his personal life.

Talboot was a widow, and he had two daughters–one around Chan’s age, the other much older. A passing comment of ‘You should come for dinner sometime’ warmed him up from the inside out. That air of hospitality felt completely genuine, and so incredibly different to what he’d gotten used to the past handful of years.

“I live in the castle town, right on top of the Bloom Bakery”, Talboot told him. “My eldest runs the place, her pastries are to die for. You should drop by one of these days”.

Chan just chuckled at the invitation, with his hands still occupied, working on the communicator’s circuit board, removing burnt bits from it. “I’m not too sure Her Majesty would like for me to wander around that far”.

Talboot waved his hand, as if to dismiss Chan’s comment. “She won’t mind, I’m sure. Wouldn’t even be surprised if she came with you herself, she’s got quite the sweet tooth, our Queen”.

He spoke of the Queen as if he was well acquainted with her, which, even if it was slightly odd, it didn’t surprise Chan all that much.

“But if you’re not so sure yourself, you could always ask”, Talboot added.

“Maybe I will”, Chan regarded him with a smile before he returned his eyes back to the circuit board in his hands.

As night fell, and repairs on the ship ceased for the day, Chan returned to his chambers. His whole body ached, tired from all the crouching and slouching he’d been doing around the ship. He was physically tired, and his mind was too restless. Thoughts of his friends in the forest, his friends at their base, of the entire Rebel Alliance plagued his mind constantly, to the point where a measly bath wasn’t enough to calm his head.

A knock on the door brought him back to reality. A quick look at the clock on the wall signalled the start of dinner time, so it was easy for him to imagine who was behind the door.

“Come in”.

The door opened, and, with a tray in his hand, Wang Eun immediately made his way into the room. “Good evening, Chan. Brought you dinner”.

Last night, Chan found out Wang Eun was the same age as him. Immediately, Chan had asked him to speak comfortably around him. Wang Eun was genuinely grateful, stating that ‘I suck at pretending to be polite’ and that ‘Her Majesty knows that, and that’s probably why she assigned me to you guys’, which Chan regarded as a great decision on her part.

He had also found out from Wang Eun that seemingly every person working at the castle was happy with their job. The pay was really good, and the perks outweighed the difficulties of the job–if any. They weren’t asked to blindly follow orders, but to keep to their role and speak up if something dissatisfied them instead.

“Thanks. Smells good”, Chan said simply while he attempted to dry his wet hair with a towel.

“The food here’s always good”, Wang Eun smiled at Chan, just as he placed the plates on the dining table and uncovered them. “So, how’s the ship looking?”

Chan sighed at the question. “Not too good. Don’t even wanna think about it”.

“It’ll be fine. Talboot’s really good at what he does”, Wang Eun reassured him, placing the last piece of cutlery on the table.

“I know… But still hurts”.

Wang Eun just gave him an apologetic look, stepping away from the table. “Need anything else right now?”

“Actually… Yeah”, a thought popped up in Chan’s mind at that moment. He desperately needed an outlet to all these frustrations and all this anxiety building inside of him, and he figured asking Wang Eun for some information was the only thing he could do to find a solution. “Is there any place here to, like, exercise?”

“Mmm…” Wang Eun brought a hand to his chin, scratching it while he thought for a moment. After a few moments, he finally answered Chan’s question. “There’s a pool, where you could go for a swim… But it’s on the wing of the castle after the throne room…”

Chan had told Wang Eun the night before about the Queen’s request, inquiring as to why she might’ve not wanted him in that area. Wang Eun had just shrugged, alleging she simply must’ve had her reasons. “Then, there’s also the training grounds, where the royal guard trains every day. There’s an area for the rest of the castle workers, in case we want to use it. I suppose you could go there. It’s past the kitchens”.

“Oh, okay. Thanks, I’ll probably go there”, Chan wished he could go to that pool instead. Back home, he used to spend a lot of his free time in the waterfields, finding it comforting to swim until his limbs ached. But he figured the training grounds would do.

“No problem. I’ll leave you to it then. Be back later for the plates”, Wang Eun bowed slightly, just before he left the room.

Chan sat down to eat. He couldn’t help but think of Changbin and Felix as soon as he looked at the plates in front of him. Have they eaten? Are they okay? What if they were eaten by a bear and I don’t know? Are there even bears in Lira Le? He shook his head, trying to let go of his pessimistic thoughts.

They surely were fine. There was no way they wouldn’t be.

Everything was going to be fine, for sure.

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evabellasworld · 4 years ago

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By the Stream

March Madness Challenge for @starwarsfandomfests

What happened, what’s wrong?

You’re sitting alone by the stream

The green grass is sprouting up

And the water splashes with the spring wind

I’m sure there was a promise

That even if you go, you won’t be gone forever

But every day you come to the stream

What are you thinking about?

Even if you go, you won’t be gone forever

Is that asking me not to forget you?

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Summary: Obi-Wan and Vanya were sitting beside the stream, not knowing what will become of the long-standing friendship that they built together.

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Staring at the crystal-clear stream in front of her, Vanya was seated on a large rock, with stalks of yellow-orange daisies in her hands, with a smile on her face. Her surroundings were filled with wildflowers and polka-dotted mushrooms grown across the emerald field, along with the refreshing breeze in the air. The sun was shining on the blue sky as the puffy cloud above her glided, giving a sense of serenity inside her.

For months, the battles across the Outer Rims were bloodthirsty. Many of her troops were sacrificed in the battlefield as a price to pay for the Republic's victory. The fields that she was admiring were once soaked in blood and rotting corpses that painted across the bare valleys.

Trenches were dug deep and barbed wires were set up, marking each territory for both the Republic and the Separatists forces. Anyone who trespasses was either shot on sight or disappeared, never to be seen again. Vanya recalled assigning 35 clone troopers to gather intel from their enemies and so far, only 5 had survived.

Her heart aches as she laid on her bunk every single night, wondering whether the rest of her soldiers were still out there. It would be easier to think that the remaining 28 men and women were all dead, probably buried somewhere in the area. On the other hand, Vanya could not help but think that maybe, just maybe, they would return home to their brother’s and sister’s embrace.

Why did I even bother fighting this war in the first place? she thought, sniffing through the sweet scent of the flower. It’s not like we were protecting innocent people of the Republic in the first place.

She glanced at the stream again, only to notice the fishes that were swimming along together. For three years, she had been fighting a war that doesn’t seem to end anytime soon. Though her friends informed her that the Separatist were losing their grip on the Outer Rim, Vanya cannot be too sure about their statement.

In truth, nobody, including herself, had any idea when the Clone Wars would end. She was sure that the war would be over in a few months, but that few months became a year, before it turned into three excruciating years. If another year has passed, then she would be a forty-year-old woman, along with her longtime friends, Cinta Kaarim and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Her former apprentice, on the other hand, would be a fourteen-year-old girl, the same age that Ahsoka became a commander of the 501st Legion. How time flies so fast, she laughed to herself. Just yesterday, Lira was the little girl who was always asking a lot of questions and talking endlessly and now, she’s blossoming into a teenager and soon, she’ll grow into a strong and brave woman.

The thought of her Padawan growing up made her shiver, realising the uncertain future for her and her twin sister, Eva. Will the girls have to grow up to finish the war for us? Vanya bit her fingernails. Will they survive, or will they die young?

That was the question that bounced around her head the moment they were assigned as Jedi Generals for the 101st Battalion, much to both her and Obi-Wan’s distress. As she watches an Eden green butterfly land on top of the flower, her lips curve downwards when it flees in fright, prompting her to turn around and figure out what startled the fragile creature.

Rather, she found Obi-Wan pacing towards her the entire time, making her cross her arms and gave him an icy glare. “You know, your tactics of scaring other people is starting to bore me,” Vanya remarked, as he let out an amusing chuckle.

“Well, in that case, I’ll have to find another way to grab your attention,” he teased, as he sat beside her and grinned, hoping to crack his stone-faced friend. “Besides, you seem to always be in your head all the time. Should I be worried or should I stay out of your internal conflicts?”

“What do you want?” she breathed, her lips stiffened.

“Well, you’ve been sitting alone by the stream,” he answered, his voice laced with concern. “What’s happened? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing really,” Vanya shook her head. “It’s just the thought of us not seeing each other again just pains me too much.”

“But even if you go, you won’t be gone forever,” Obi-Wan assured, placing his hands on her shoulder. “Besides, we promised that we would always have each other’s back, no matter what.”

“But what if I didn’t make it alive?” she pined. “The Outer Rim is currently in siege and right now, I can’t even guarantee if I’m able to make it back to the Jedi Temple.”

“Vanya, don’t say that. You will come back to the Temple once everything is over, and you will see Lira and Eva again, I promise.”

“How can you even be optimistic right now, when you’ve been seeing your own men die under your command? You’ve even lost Satine on Mandalore, and you lose sleep worrying about Anakin and Eva’s strained relationship with each other.”

Obi-Wan bobbed his head, his eyebrows drooped. “You’re right. It’s difficult to think positively, especially when both your apprentices are fighting with each other too frequently. It’s hard when Eva kept crying on how Anakin was saying nasty things to her and how he felt unfair when I called him out on his behaviour. But what can I do? Eva has been depressed for years, and I have to stay strong just for her sake. I can’t afford to break down in front of her, since she’s already been through a lot.”

“I’m sorry, Obi-Wan,” Vanya apologised profusely, her head hung low. “I didn’t mean to provoke you like that.”

“No, Vanya, there’s nothing to apologise for,” he let out a weak smile. “It’s just that I’ve been keeping to myself for too long, and I thought that it would be better if I just let it all out, you know.”

She nodded as she squeezed her nose and wiped her hands on her dress, shifting her focus to the gentle stream. “So, how’s Anakin?”

“The usual,” shrugged Obi-Wan. “You know, flying recklessly, almost getting himself for a billion times, yeah, those are the things that I have to deal with for more than ten years.”

“That bad, eh?” her nose crinkled.

“Well, he had a rough upbringing when he was around Eva’s age. He was enslaved until my master, Eva’s father, rescued him and made me his master as his death wish. Then, he had to watch his own mother die a decade later, and even till today, he blamed himself for not being able to save her from those Tusken Raiders.”

“That was sad,” Vanya sympathised. “But that doesn’t excuse him for hurting other people’s feelings, especially Eva. The girl’s only thirteen, and she’s already in a fragile state of mind.”

“That is true,” he acknowledged. “Ever since Ahsoka left, Anakin is back to his destructive behaviour. His possessiveness towards Padmé, his anger issues, says it all. I’ve tried talking to him, but you know him. He’s as stubborn as a mule.”

“The apple doesn’t seem to fall far from the tree,” she commented. “You were just as stubborn as him when you were still an apprentice to Master Qui-Gon Jinn.”

He snorted, before clearing his throat. “I could say the same for you and Master Plo Koon. You always insisted on flying, even if it was too dangerous.”

“Yup, and now, the cycle repeats with Lira. I have to admit, as jumpy as Lira is, she is one hell of a pilot.”

“It’s like you said, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Obi-Wan repeated her words. “Master Plo was a pilot, you are a pilot, and now, Lira is following your footsteps into becoming a star pilot like the both of you.”

“And Anakin and Eva also have your piloting skills, though you hated flying so much.”

“Yeah, I had a bad experience with them,” he rubbed behind his neck, plucking a small, white daisy beside him. “You know the incident on Pijal. Even to this day, it still haunts me in my dreams.”

“I know, and I’m sorry that you had to go through that, really. No child should experience these kinds of horrors.”

“And we let a fourteen-year-old and two 10-year-olds fight in a barbaric war,” he exhaled. “I just hope that this war will end sooner. I miss the days when the only thing we had to worry about was maintaining peace in the Galactic Republic.”

She groaned in frustration. “God, I hate politics so much. It’s just too many red strings that prevent us from taking further action, you know. I don’t even know why the Jedi Council had to get involved in the first place.”

“I see where you’re coming from. Too many politicians, with a few exceptions, are corrupted. They would rather fill their pockets with credits than caring about the citizens instead. Honestly, I have a feeling that the Republic will crumble eventually. It’s too fragile to maintain its pillars.”

“True,” she relented as she got up from her seat, holding a bouquet with both hands. “Well, I should get going. The Council assigned me to another battle and I have to depart as soon as possible.”

He nodded and bowed. “Is that asking me not to forget you?”

“I guess so,” Vanya lifted her shoulders. “But like you said, I won’t be gone forever, and so will you.”

“Goodbye Vanya,” Obi-Wan gave his last wave at her. “I hope we’ll see each other again once the war is over.”

“I will, Obi-Wan,” she promised, before leaving him by the stream, where the grasses were sprouting up and the water splashes with the spring wind. Little did they know, this was their last conversation with each other before the end of the era.

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anathtsurugi · 5 years ago

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And the Stars Threw Down Their Spears - A Kalluzeb Fic

And here is Day Two, @kalluzeb! :D

Words: 3,397

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: E

Relationship: Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus

Summary:

With the Galactic Civil War finally at an end, Zeb has something he's been meaning to ask Kallus.

Excerpt:

Zeb couldn't really keep himself from grinning as he looked out at the many fires that dotted the Ewok village. Little ankle biters, these things were, but they knew how to throw a party. Having heard from Jyn through Bodhi what sort of fate the initial strike team had almost met at the hands of the tiny fighters, he wasn't sure if even he was brave enough to try the food they were serving.

Many of the Spectres' other friends had already paired off for the night – Jyn and Cassian, Kes and Shara, Luke and Bodhi, Ji and Hara, Wedge and Zel, Sabine and Failyn, Han and Leia, hells, even Rex had probably slipped off to comm Ahsoka. So many reasons to celebrate tonight. Now if he could just find-

"Looking for someone?" Hera's voice was suddenly entering his thoughts as she came up beside him.

"What makes you ask that?" the Lasat returned with a small grin as he looked down at her.

"Because said someone isn't here?" she suggested in amusement. "You are therefore, by default, looking for him."

"You're not wrong," he conceded. "Wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?"

"Where else would he be when there's a party on? Helping to finish up with paperwork. Finishing up booking the last of the Imperial prisoners. Why? Is there a particular reason you're looking for your lover on a night like tonight?" she asked, arching a knowing eyebrow up at him.

Zeb gave the general a teasing shove in return before becoming a little more serious. "As a matter of fact...maybe I mean to make him more than my lover tonight."

"Oh?" Hera pressed, noticing for perhaps the first time that he still had his bo-rifle strapped to his back. "Are we talking...Sorr Elyshahna here?"

"Maaaaybe."

The Twi'lek's grin immediately became gleeful and she looked about an inch away from squealing. Instead, she reached up to smack the back of his head.

"Garazeb Orrelios, why didn't you tell me you were planning this? I could've told the others-"

"And let Kal catch wind of it? No way. Besides, I didn't exactly know the battle to end all battles was gonna be takin' place over a forest moon, did I? I'd kinda...thought this'd keep as a surprise...until Lira San, y'know?" he admitted, sheepishly scratching at the back of his head.

"Okay, fine. I'll give you that one," she said, throwing her arms around him in a warm embrace. He returned the embrace just as tightly, happy that she was so happy for him. "But still, it's not everyday your best friend gets engaged."

"He hasn't said yes yet, Hera," he reminded her, still nervous, in spite of literally everything.

"Yeah, because he's totally going to say no," she chided with a roll of her eyes.

"Don't jinx it," he scolded her with a harried wave of his hands. "But...when he gets done out there...think you could tell him to come find me in about ten minutes?"

"Of course I will, Zeb," she told him, a little sheen of wetness appearing in her eyes as she stood on tiptoe, signaling to him to lean down so she could drop a kiss on his forehead. "Good luck tonight."

"Thanks, Hera. Gonna need it," he said. Then, just like that, he was running off into the night, already praying that it just might be the happiest one of his life.

And the Stars Threw Down Their Spears

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claiirvoyantjedi · 4 years ago

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｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ || Headcanons :: Eileria || ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

I thought I’d share my headcanons on Kyrra’s homeworld, Eileria. I’m not done, and some of the details definitely needs work. But this is primarily for myself to refer to when I use Kyrra’s Lady of Eileria verse and I think I already have way more details than I’ll ever need.

Enjoy!

Asterological information

· Region Mid rim

· Sector Nicandra sector

· System Eileria System

· Moon(s) Geon II Yeliv

· Trade routes The Couter route The Celanon spur

· Rotation period 26 standard hours

· Orbital period 324 days

Physical information

· Class Terrestrial

· Atmosphere Breathable

· Climate Hot and dry

· Primary terrain Cities Plains Mountains and hills Oceans Forests

· Points of interest Oquion Sanctuary

Ruroluna bay The great Eilerian sea Lake lands Mos Miara Palace Vulcano fields of Nagrea

Societal information

· Primary language(s) Basic Twi’lek

· Immigrated species The foregone (Extinct) Humans Twi’lek

· Government Aristocracy

· Demonym Eilerian

· Major cities Mos Miara (Capital) Jiamel Filhnaes Su’inia Viphaistia

· Major imports Electronics Technology Ore

· Major exports Silk Art Organic chemicals Wine Foodstuffs Perfumes

· Affiliation The galactic republic The Confederacy of Independent systems

· Most of Eilerias major cities are located at the coasts, but the capital of Mos Miara is located on the inland

· Eileria’s seas are farmed for the Cetu, a seaweed used in pharmaceuticals. When treated correctly it contains a chemical that provides very potent pain relief. Its production and processing is regulated for trade reasons as well as the danger of disturbing the aquatic life that also thrive on the weed or farming it to extinction.

· A peaceful people who take great pride in hospitality and generosity. One of the great offences one can commit on the planet surface is to disrespect the rules of hospitality by disrespecting your host and their home or mistreating your guest.

· Eileria is home to a fairly large population of Twi’leks, having welcomed them as refugees many years ago. Many chose to stay and became part of the community. The current ruler of the principality of Bylene, L’idara Deulara, is a Twi’lek.

· About two thousand years prior to the Clone Wars, Eileria was deep in bloody civil wars. The noble families fought each other for power and control over the system. Over time and through many treaties the large battles turned into quiet assassinations and from that to sabotage and espionage, to finally settling on the peaceful and cooperative system currently in order. Everyone agreed on never letting the bloody shadow of their past return, nurturing peaceful ideals, philosophies and diplomacy.

· Even though the bloody and violent days are far behind them, teaching the youths of noble families self-defence is a tradition that have not really faded with time. For younger generations of the noble class to get together in friendly spars, showing off their skills, is common.

· Aside from nobility being unable to keep rom killing each other, the past systems also brought on regular revolts from the people they ruled. Even now the council ruling Eileria is exceedingly mindful of the will of the people, because they can and will fight them if they are unhappy, and they are educated enough to know it.

· Eileria was once populated by a race now only known as The Foregone. A humanoid race that was eradicated about a million years before the rise of the old republic when a great catastrophe caused earthquakes and tsunamis to destroy their civilization. Traces of them are still found in the shape of ancient buildings, on the ocean floor and dotting the landscape of the inland.

· On Eileria the age of responsibility is 17. At this point the individual is considered an adult and is legally responsible for their own actions and affairs. Before that they are the responsibility of a parent or legal guardian.

· Eileria foster a people who value peace, philosophy, artistic expression and education. The ruling body were composed of families who represented and contributed to the spread of these values among the masses the most.

· Eileria is split into 5 principalities, each ruled by a duke or duchess. These nobles make up the ruling council who, along with a group of elected officials and local representatives, get together to discuss issues or make any decisions that affect the people as a whole, including but not limited to such issues as laws, taxation or handling of growing conflicts. The current rulers are Aarek Lira of Piatz, Shesea Pabrivi of Nagrea, L’idara Deulara of Bylene, Filo Ulesse of Criyne and Lis Ahidaris of Eideyria. The title is passed down to the current occupant’s eldest child when they die, retire or for any other reason is incapable or unwilling to maintain the position. This is assuming they are of the proper age. Though seventeen is the age when one is legally considered an adult, you need to be at least fifteen to sit on the council. A seat can remain empty for up to a maximum of three years before a new duke or duchess will be elected to take the place. If there is no one to inherit the title the council will elect a new duke or duchess to take the place. There has been no need to elect a new member for over a hundred years.

· Although the five nobles rule together, every five years a chairperson is elected from among them. Whoever is elected serves as the face of Eileria and the council on official matters, but they have very little authority to do anything without first addressing the issue with the council. However, they serve symbolic importance and well-liked chairmen can have a lot of influence over the people. At the start of the Clone Wars Shesea Pabrivi of Nagrea was the chairwoman, replaced shortly thereafter by Aarek Lira of Piatz who then held the seat throughout the war.

· The current Eierian representative in the Confederacy of Independent systems is Senator Peri Lira.

· The Eilerian winters are relatively short and mild; usually marked by an upswing in colder winds, shorter days and rain. Snow is a rare occurrence for the coastal cities but the regions around the mountains can on a more regular occasion wake up to snow that has blown down from the mountain ridges. On occasion harsher winters will swoop in, covering even the coasts in snow. It’s not too common however.

· The traditional greeting on Artorias is to place the right hand placed flat over the heart and then brought down to the side, palm facing out towards the person you greet. In formal situations this also accompanied by a bow. The bow is done in two different ways, depending on who you are addressing. To someone who is older or of higher status than you the bow is done by carefully shifting the left leg back a little and gently bending the knees. If you are greeting someone younger or the same age as yourself, of lower or similar social rank, you simply do a gentle lean forward at the waist. All while doing the proper movement of the right hand.

· The people of Eileria don garments that are comfortable for the hot, dry climate.

· A past tradition for colors was that which set strict codes for what colours and hues you were allowed to wear depended on your age. White and near white shades for the very youngest and adolescents who are then gradually introduced to more colours and deeper, darker and more vibrant shades as they grew older. Black was a colour reserved only for the very oldest of the community, only seen on citizens over the age of seventy. This tradition barely holds on, usually only applied for formal events or ceremonies. However, due to the hot climate and often blazing sun, light colours are favoured as everyday wear.

· During the warm months most wear clothes sewn from fabrics such as silk, Illiaweave and Ceouruwool , made from Ellaria’s natural resources. Other fabrics such as synthetic materials are primarily imported and are used, but not quite as common. The Eilerians take a sense of pride in what they create themselves.

· Illiaweave is a lightweight, breathable material that protects the skin from the sun and wicks away moisture really well, keeping the body cool without adding bulk and weight. It is made from the Illiagrass, a waist high plant that grows pretty much all over the planet naturally, but is also grown more controlled by farmers. It’s a strong and durable material, and is suitable for anyone from the noble classes to the working farmers due to its accessibility and the way it can easily be woven thicker for further durability, or so thinly and fine that it’s almost transparent and very delicate. Illiaweave is the most commonly used fabric overall on Eileria.

· Ceouruwool is a type of fabric made from the fleece of the Ceouru, a horned medium sized mammal who graze the pains and hills of Eileria. The fleece when cleaned, spun and woven creates a dense, warm cloth that repels water and wind very well. Much clothing used for the wet and windy winters of Eileria are made from this material.

· Jewellery is a common type of accessory. Earrings, bracelets, arm rings and anklets as well as various types of circlets, diadems and headdresses are popular among all classes and sexes. The intricacy of the craftsmanship and value of the materials is what sets them apart. Ribbons woven in spirals or nature inspired patterns and then braided into the hair is a much simpler alternative to an intricate gold chain set with precious stones.

· Most Eilerians own at least one brooch. It is a very iconic type of accessory for Eilerians, often given as gifts when a child is very young and over the years receives or collects chains, beads, stones or charms to attach to it. It is fairly rare to see an Eilerian wearing necklaces, but in contrast it is very common to see them with a brooch or even a pair that connects with one or more chains or a string of pearls or beads between them across the chest. Though usually decorative, sometimes these brooches serve the function of holding a scarf or a garment in place.

· The silhouette of the Eilerian fashion is generally defined by draped, gathered, tucked and pleated fabric. Loose robes, dresses, skirts and kaftans, trousers, shirts, jackets and coats often follow similar cuts. Scarves, shawls and wraps to protect the head and face from the sun, or hats and caps also add to the silhouette.

· Low contrast patterns woven into fabrics are common, as are edgings, trims, embroidery and other decorations, though the lower classes prefer plainer garments for everyday use. Most decorations are heavily inspired by the local flora and fauna, often depicting nature in its various forms. Many of the structures left by The Foregone are also decorated with spirals and wave-like patterns, something the Eilerians have adopted as well.

· There are no real rules for hair, but just prior to the clone wars shaved undercuts were fashionable. Cutting patterns into it and wearing the rest of your hair short or in an updo to display the undercut was popular. Trimming beards into elegant patters and donning braided hairdos was also very popular.

· Shoes vary greatly depending on the wearers work, geographical position, social status and the occation. Along the coasts simple sandals or flat shoes are comfortable for everyday wear. Towards the inland and the mountainous regions, boots or spats provide better protection against the elements. For a formal occasion sandals, flat, low or high-heeled shoes are all appropriate options.

· Prior to the Clone Wars Eileria were already harbouring a dislike for the hypocritical and corrupt senate. The people of Eileria value peace and diplomacy, honesty and generosity, and they saw only how the republic were carving out the resources of mid and Outer rim worlds to make the core prosper, all while doing nothing to aid those who suffered at the hands of ludicrous taxations, aid refuted or delayed because of vague or overly complicated policies, allowing criminal syndicates, piracy and raiding to roam the edges of the mid rim and the outer rim as they please.

· Months before the outbreak of the Clone Wars, Eileria had already joined the Confederacy of Independent systems. They did however remain opposed to the fighting throughout the war and promoted peaceful negotiations, provided humanitarian aid and took in refugees whenever possible.

· All children of Eileria are required to attend school between the age of 5 and 15. After that there are alternatives to enter higher education, apply for stipends to attend universities off world and the like. While the primary education is all paid for by the government, higher education only provided the education itself and some material for the students. Things like lodging and literature need to be paid for by the student. However, even if a citizen had no desire to approach higher education, they were free to attend the many talks, debates, lectures and smaller coursers often provided by the colleges, local libraries and seats of learning for free or a symbolic fee. These could range between a wide array of topics.

· Eileria is composed primarily of four classes: The nobility – The richest and most influential of the people. The highest members of this class are the rulers of Eileria. They are responsible for providing and protecting the means that makes it possible for the rest of the people to live comfortably and capable of following the values such as peace and education. They are responsible for ensuring the schools are properly maintained, its students fed. It is their job to make sure everyone has a home, that medical facilities are properly functional supplied and off-world trade is properly done. The middle class. The largest of the groups. These are the people living in the cities. Craftsmen, merchants, artisans, teachers, workers, all those who makes Eileria thrive.

· There exists a worldwide security force, compiled almost entirely of volunteers trained in hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship and piloting. A small number are located in each larger town and city, conducting both local peacekeeping, being ready for any approaching off-world threats and protect the members of the ruling council. However, they do no longer have an official military. The guard stationed inside the Mos Miara Palace building are known as ----

· General crime rate is very low. The most common major crime is the unlicensed farming, harvest, processing or selling of the Cetu Seaweed. Breaking the sacred rules of hospitality is also considered a major crime.

· Only a very small number of blasters are allowed on Eileria and anyone who wants to own one or to bring such a weapon onto the planet must be able to provide a weapons permit. If they don’t have one, they can apply for one at boarder control, but it’s a rather long and tedious process. If they do apply for a permit or can’t show one but still wishes to proceed, their weapon will be confiscated until they leave. Most weapons owned by civilians are stunners and all security force weapons are set to stun by default. Lethal blasters are not easy to come by, what you’ll usually find are either stunners or low-energy types that are usually owned by farmers inland or in the mountains to defend themselves or their cattle from the wildlife.

· Eileria has two spaceports; the larger and more modern port of Jiamel and the older, smaller one of Mos Miara. It is through the Jiamel spaceport that most of Eileria’s intergalactic trade is done.

· Eileria has a thriving agriculture. Vineyards, orchards and fields stretch from the dry, sun-drenched areas of the coasts to the slightly more temperate regions of the inland and mountains.

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Toonami Weekly Recap 04/18/2020

My Hero Academia U.A. School Festival Arc Season 4 EP#83 (20) - Gold Tips Imperial: It's Saturday, Bakugo and Shoto don't have to go provisional license training. Everyone is prepped up for the concert, but before they could practice, Eri is getting a tour around the school. Principal Nezu worked hard to make sure that no villains can interfere in the festival. If an alarm goes off, even if it's a false one, they'll be forced to evacuate and cancel it. Meanwhile, Gentle and La Brava are in pursuit of a legendary tea.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind EP#22 - The 'G' in Guts: While Bucciarati's remaining crew stops for lunch, Narancia accidentally splashes red wine onto a man's white suit. When the man demands compensation, the paranoid crew thinks he is an enemy and savagely beats him up. Meanwhile, Trish reveals that her father's origins are in Sardinia and they decide to travel there after leaving Venice. While eating, Narancia finds the metallic fish Stand Clash in his soup; it suddenly attacks him, biting off his tongue and rendering him speechless. He sees that Clash is able to teleport between nearby bodies of liquid, but he is unable to warn the others. After Giorno replaces Narancia's tongue, Narancia starts giving them false information, forced to do so by the Stand Talking Head which has latched itself onto the base of his new tongue. The group are observed from afar by Squalo and Tiziano, Clash and Talking Head's respective users and members of the boss's elite guard squad. While the others try to figure out what is happening with Narancia, he directs them into a washroom where he tries to remove all traces of liquid, even his blood, to stop Clash from reappearing. Just as the others leave the room, a leaking pipe enables Clash to emerge from a puddle on the floor and attack Giorno, biting him on the neck.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Functional Recovery Training Arc EP#24 - Rehabilitation Training: Rengoku leaves on a mission, believing an Upper level Twelve Moon has been located. Murata visits Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu. Tanjiro and Inosuke begin Rehabilitation Training while Zenitsu rests but joins them two weeks later. It includes forcing them into stretches, testing reflexes against Kanao, and playing tag with her and Aoi. While they win against Aoi, none can come close to defeating Kanao. After enough time of this, Zenitsu and Inosuke stop coming to training, not seeing the point as they can't win. As Tanjiro walks back to bed he is met by triplet Kocho girls who admire how he keeps coming and tells him Kanao uses Total Concentration Breathing - Constant, maintaining that state all day and night, even when sleeping. Right now, he does it only when in battle and it strains his body. The Hashiras and Kanao have mastered it, giving them their edge. He starts to work on mastering it and the triplets tell him Shinobu made Kanao breathe into special gourds so hard they exploded. He also runs around the mansion's garden and practices his sword drills. A few weeks later, he has noticed he has become stronger. That night while sitting on the mansion's roof, Shinobu joins him. Shinobu wishes to entrust her dream with Tanjiro - that humans and demons can live peacefully. He detects an angry scent from her and she says her older sister was killed by a demon and her revulsion for demons grows the more she sees the damage they cause. Yet her sister pitied demons and though Shinobu tries, she can't feel the same. For her sister's sake, she will find a way to live in peace with demons as she wishes and never stop smiling, for her sister loved her smile. She had become tired of trying, but then Nezuko came, and Shinobu says she can feel at ease with Tanjiro to carry on her sister's dream.

Food Wars: The Second Plate Stagiaire Arc EP#37 Season 2 Finale - Pomp & Circumstance: At the end of the pre-open's final day, Shinomiya calls in and serves food to his fellow alumni and his mother, recalling what inspired him to pursue French cuisine. During the competition, Soma uses everything he's learned to put together a French take on a chicken and egg rice bowl using a quail stuffed with risotto. Despite deciding that the dish is not good enough as it is, Shinomiya helps Soma refine the recipe so that it can become a dish on the menu. Soma passes the Stagiaire and returns to Totsuki, ready to take on anyone who challenges him to a Shokugeki.

Black Clover: Elf Tribe Reincarnation Arc EP#113 - Storming the Shadow Palace: Gueldre Poizot and Revchi are tempted to sneak inside the Shadow Palace to see if there are magic items worth stealing. Charmy and Mimosa help everyone recover with food and recovery magic. Noelle and Mimosa become jealous over Sally's new closeness to Asta. Two elves try a sneak attack while everyone is distracted but are instantly caught by Fuegoleon and Mereoleona. Magna notices the entrance portal starting to shrink while more possessed Golden Dawn members arrive. The Bulls decide to fight the elves, relying on Charmy and Vanessa to keep them alive, while all the captains, Asta, Noelle and Mimosa enter the palace. Solid wakes up in time to acknowledge Noelle's strength and that he wants her to survive so he can one day surpass her. Inside the palace everyone ends up magically separated and Mimosa ends up alone with Asta. Mimosa determines that the elves are spread throughout the palace, as are the captains, and they will all need to defeat at least one Apostle of Sephira to reach Patry and Licht. Asta and Mimosa confront the elf Lira, possessing Captain Rill Boismortier. Noelle is confronted by Fana, Mereoleona by Vetto and Fuegoleon by the Purple Orca's new captain, Kaizer Granvorka. Through sheer determination both Mereoleona and Fuegoleon manage to land the same powerful flame attack on both of their opponents.

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@true0neutral - Hazel, half-elf cleric

@fauxfire76 - Darvin, human bard

@miaaoi - Froseth, dragonborn monk

@hyperewok1 - Remi, human paladin

Marion - Ava, human ranger

@noctumsolis - Riswynn, dwarf rogue

NEW PLAYER NEW PLAYER NEW PLAYER! (Okay, briefly, because technical difficulties, but NEW PLAYER!)

Nai returned from the Archfey’s tourney banquet, hesitating awhile before opening the door to Fort Cupcake. Reunion was largely positive, though Remi and Hazel were still a little pissed off.

As Nai stood awkwardly in the doorway at Hazel’s squawking, a dwarven woman barged in saying, “Hello, sister!” This was Riswynn Hearthheart, who’d heard the gossip about Hazel and company’s brief trip through Egref, and some of Baronsvere’s troubles, and decided to call in a favour with a local druid to get a Transport via Plants home to help. Hazel went insane with joy. The others explained at least part of the situation in Baronsvere.

Riswynn will be joining the Cupcake Coterie on their quest to save Baronsvere, and then the world ... but wants to spend some quality time with Twilly, Miranda, and the kids first - partly because she hasn’t seen them in years but mostly because she heard stories about Plane Shifts to Avernus and being turned to stone and generally locked up and would like to reassure herself they’re okay. (Which is how we explained the technical difficulties.)

Lira came through, brought cake, and cast protective magics on items of significance for Ava, Riswynn and Nai ... who had to use the socks Mom and Momma sent him because he didn’t have anything else with the right kind of meaning. Lira then approached Remi, explaining that Alisaie didn’t have anything at all of that kind of significance before handing Remi a sack of Oskar-made jewellery and suggesting a gift be made of one piece or another, so at least she’d have something.

Meantime, a plan was hatched to get Candor out of the Goldendale shrine before it turned into a war zone again. Darvin would Dimension Door himself and Hazel into the shrine from as far away as possible, and Hazel would use her gate-key to open a door into Hearthhome’s main house to get Darvin, Hazel, Candor and anyone else who needed out of the impending line of fire out of harm’s way.

Distraction from the bright purple shimmer of the Dimension Door came from the rest of the group; Alisaie used Enthrall to distract the scouting party sent out to investigate the glowy shit, and then Froseth used his last charge of the Steel Wind Strike tattoo to kill all but one of them, who Alisaie carved to ribbons before they got the hell out of dodge.

Darvin panicked over leaving Remi, Ava, Froseth and Alisaie without his and Hazel’s backup. He paced until Hazel literally threw him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and dumped him into Fort Cupcake’s prayer room.

Upon their entirely safe return, Remi found a good piece of jewellery to gift to Alisaie, briefly taking it to be charmed after it officially became Alisaie’s. The gifting was awkward and cute. Remi also got a good idea of what an Alisaie tainted by the black crap would become. NO ONE WANTS THAT.

Hazel took a moment to update Lira on how the Belarys Sweetwaters were doing.

Darvin asked Skylar and Farideh about Bahamut, and was intrigued and pleased by their answers. This is going to get interesting.

Next session - pancake breakfast and the start of their trip to the Elvenwild to try to collect armies to retake Baronsvere, at minimum.

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• january book recommendations

This one is for fans of A Court of Thorns and Roses. You know, stories where young girls are either swept away into another magical world or are already in a magical world where they fall into a complicated, longing, totally hit you in the feels and make you cry because you wish you had a boyfriend/girlfriend like their love interest, etc, etc. If you've devoured the entire ACOTAR series and want more books similar to it, just keep reading. We hope we can help you find your next addition to your TBR list:

1. "Dorothy Must Die" by Danielle Paige

A re-telling of The Wizard of Oz with a modern twist, Dorothy Must Die is definitely one of my personal favourites. It's about a teenage girl, Amy Gumm, who is strong and defiant, despite being bullied at school and neglected by her substance-using mother. On a particularly bad stormy night, when she is once again left alone in her trailer, a tornado picks it up and transfers her to Oz. But it is not like the movies, at all; Oz is in turmoil, and it’s all because of the infamous Dorothy Gale, who is sucking all the magic and life out of it. The only way to stop her is to kill her companions; she must remove the tin woodman’s heart, steal the scarecrow’s brain, take the lion’s courage, and then - Dorothy must die.

2. “Stealing Snow” by Danielle Paige

Another marvelous read by Danielle Paige where she dives back into the world of magical lands and dangerous, villainous rulers. This time, it’s about a girl called Snow, who has been locked up in an asylum most of her life for trying to walk through a mirror as a child. Despite her bleak life, Snow falls in love with Bale, a troubled boy with a catastrophic love for flames. One night, Bale is kidnapped, pulled through a portal into a world she’d been dreaming of, and the only way to save him is to escape from Whittaker and journey into a magical world that has been waiting for the day she would return. There she meets many allies and even manages to catch two intriguing boy’s eyes. She must learn to control and harness her magical powers into deadly weapons to fulfill the prophecy and defeat her father, the king. But in a world of treacherous magic, who can Snow really trust?

3. “Red Queen” by Victoria Aveyard

This is more in league with the likes of the Hunger Games in certain ways, but it’s based in a fantasy world and had so many similarities to ACOTAR that I couldn’t not add it to the list. Plus I really love it.

This is a story about Mare Barrow, a girl who has red blood in a world dominated by those who have silver blood. The silvers are royalty, with their powerful abilities they outrank the reds. But Mare is something different, something rare and unheard of: she discovers she is a red with powers. She can summon lightening. To ensure nobody gets wind of this, she is disguised as a long lost Silver princess by the royals and is taught the ways of being a princess. Conflicted by her emotions for two prince brothers, one fiery and passionate, the other calm and collected, Mare struggles to navigate her new life and must be wary of who she can trust; there are deceivers everywhere.

4. “Heartless” by Marissa Meyer

The first book on this list I haven’t actually read yet, but it is definitely on my TBR list, and here’s why it should be on your’s too:

“Heartless” tells the story of the girl Catherine was long before she was known as the cruel, - ironically - heartless Queen of Hearts. She was the most coveted, admired girl in Wonderland, and one certain unmarried king even had his eyes set on her. But Catherine wants nothing to do with becoming queen; she aspires to open a bakery and sell delicious treats. Her mother, however, doesn’t support her dreams and instead forces her into going to a ball where she is supposed to receive a marriage proposal from the king.

Instead, Catherine meets the handsome and mysterious Jest who she feels a strong attraction for. Cautious of offending the king, she enters into a secret relationship with Jest, and is determined to choose her own fate. But it seems there are others who may have different plans for her...

5. “Cinder” by Marissa Meyer

Set in the futuristic city of New Beijing, Cinder - a young cyborg and talented mechanic - is a second class citizen with a past wrapped in mysteries, and a cruel, wicked stepmother who blames her for her stepsister’s illness. Unforeseen circumstances lead her fate to become intertwined with the dashing Prince Kai’s, and she finds herself standing smack dab in the middle of an intergalactic battle and a forbidden blooming love. Uncovering secrets from her past may just be the only way to save the world’s future.

6. “The Cruel Prince” by Holly Black

This is a book I've wanted to get my hands on for a really long time now because it just sounds so intriguing and right up my alley. When their parents were murdered and they were stolen away by the faeries, Jude and her two sisters were brought to live in the High Court of the Fae. Years later when she is seventeen, Jude longs for to belong amongst the fae, but many of them despise humans and want nothing to do with them - especially the wickedest of them all, the youngest son of the King, Prince Carden.

To earn a place at Court, Jude must overcome the most dangerous task of defying Prince Carden, which leads her life to become entangled with palace intrigues and deceptions. But when a war threatens to break out among the Courts of Faerie, Jude is forced to put her own life at risk in the hopes of saving her sisters, and all faeries.

7. "Everless" by Sara Holland

This is one of my honest to God favourite fantasy novels. It's so fresh and unique and a nice change from the usual fantasy stories. In a world where time is used as currency by extracting blood and binding it to iron, and then it is consumed to add to one's lifespan, Jules Ember discovers her father is dying and must journey back to the very place she and her father had fled so many years ago: Everless. Her father needs more time, and despite having been driven out of there many moons ago after witnessing a fateful accident, she knows she must return for his sake. But returning to Everless can only bring danger to Jules, especially when she finds her heart caught between two people she thought she'd never see again.

8. "Ash Princess" by Laura Sebastian

Just six years old when her country was invaded and her mother, the Fire Queen, was killed right in front of her, Theodosia’s family, name and land were all taken by the Kaiser. For a decade she has been held captive in her own palace, having to endure much ridicule and abuse from the Kaiser and his court. So, when rhe Kaiser finally forces her to do the most heinous, unthinkable thing, she decides enough is enough. The Ash Princess has seen the fall of her people and her land - no more. She will fight back with everything she has.

9. “To Kill a Kingdom” by Alexandra Christo

A modern re-take of The Little Mermaid with a darker twist, Princess Lira is the most lethal siren of the sea; she holds the hearts of seventeen princes in her hands. But when a sudden turn of fate forces her to kill one of her own kind, her own mother - the Sea Queen - punishes her daughter by turning her into the one thing they hate most - a human. She is given until the Winter Solstice to retrieve Prince Elian’s heart and deliver it to the Sea Queen, or remain human forever.

Prince Elian finds his calling in hunting and killing sirens like Lira; unknown to him, when he rescues a woman from drowning in the ocean, she is much more dangerous than he could have ever thought. She promises to help him find the key to destroying all sirens for good, but can he really trust her?

10. “Alice In Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll

This is the first story on this list that doesn’t have any romance in it, but is instead a fresh, unique story of adventure, courage, friendship, and a little pinch of madness. It tells us about a young girl called Alice, who follows a white rabbit wearing a waist-coat and carrying a pocket watch down a rabbit hole. She finds she’s fallen into a magical, if not a bit bizarre, land called Wonderland, where a cruel Queen of Hearts rules over. Join Alice on an adventure of a lifetime, meeting strange people and animals such as The Mad Hatter, The Chesire Cat, and the Blue Caterpillar. It will only make you curiouser and curiouser...

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Song of Trillium 1 of 9: Echoes of the Past

In the shadow of Gulaka'i, the land whispered stories of the ancients, stories carried on the wind and etched into the bones of the earth. The Tawatuy pack heeded these whispers, their hearts bound to the land and its spirits as tightly as the roots of the mighty trees.

The world around them thrummed with life, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the rich decay of fallen leaves. Lush ferns and vibrant mosses blanketed the forest floor, their delicate tendrils reaching for the sky like a living tapestry. Here, in the heart of the wild, These Red Talons found their home and their purpose.

Eril, wise and steadfast, guided his pack with the calm certainty of the ancient oaks that sheltered them. Beside him stood Rala Blood-Claw, her fiery spirit tempered by the gentle wisdom of Yara Silent-Step. Together, they forged a path through the untamed wilderness, their steps echoing the heartbeat of the land.

As the pack journeyed deeper into the shadows, they encountered a place where the veil between worlds seemed to shimmer like the surface of a still pond. Here, the scent of the Wyrm clung to the air, a noxious miasma that made their fur bristle with unease. The zintasha awaited their approach.

Fyra, fearless and unyielding, charged headlong into the fray, her fangs bared and her howl a war cry that shook the heavens. Zintasha recoiled before her fury, their twisted forms retreating into the darkness like a plague of serpents. Behind her, Varka and Sura called upon the spirits, their voices intertwining with the song of the land, weaving a tapestry of power and protection around their packmates.

Gorak, ever the trickster, darted through the chaos, his laughter a balm that buoyed their spirits even as they faced the horrors that lay before them. And Lira, relentless and unwavering, struck down their enemies with the fury of a tempest, her eyes alight with the fire of her indomitable spirit.

As the pack battled the twisted abominations, the very earth beneath them began to tremble, a low rumble that built to a crescendo like the heartbeat of the world itself. With a roar that shook the heavens, the land split open, revealing a cavernous maw that swallowed the Zintasha, their twisted forms disappearing into the inky void.

In the aftermath of the battle, a sound, like the breath of the earth itself, reached the ears of the pack. They raised their gazes skyward, beholding the majestic form of a colossal spirit, draped over the mountain and gazing down at them, drawn to the site of the fierce conflict. Her fungal fur and wolf-like visage stood sentinel over the land, an ancient guardian awakened by their struggle. The ancient spirit surveyed them, her moss-laden fur rustling like the forest floor, her eyes pools of ancient wisdom and sorrow.As they approached the mountain covered in white oak and Douglas fir, they found themselves in the presence of Dume'fa, the legendary Summer Wolf. They beheld her, draped over the mountain, her fur a tapestry of moss and lichens that felt like damp velvet.Eril, the wise Philodox, stepped forward and spoke, "Dume'fa, sweet Summer Mother, we come seeking your guidance and blessings. We are the descendants of the First Pack, and we journey to earn renown in your name."

Its voice rumbles, "tawaturrah, fa'krii'laan'Uth'ren'kaar'kaa'nii'huululax. Thaa'hUU'fa'naa'meen'kax?"

“Tawatuy, cubs of a distant dawn stand before me. Bringing me what have they?”

Gentle Yara steps forward, ears low and belly to the ground, “We understand, great Dume'fa. We do not compare our deeds to those of the First Pack, but we wish to show you that we carry their spirit within us, that we strive to live up to their legacy.”

Dume'fa merely shook it’s head, stunning them into silence, "Krii'raa'uur'fax, arach'thro'ii'kii'laath'daak."

“Cubs before me stand, worth yet to determine.”

Dume'fa gazed upon the Tawatuy pack, it’s voice a melodic blend of deep sorrow and primal power.

"ii'uur'ga'huu'kaar'dren, ka'hUU'fa'naa'arka'ga'vaar. Huu'fa'corax'huu'shii'dren'kaa'nuu'vaarax, Tawatuy'fa’."

“Children of The First, your deeds prove worth. Howls bringing your tales to me shape worth, Tawatuy.”

One by one, the members of the pack recounted their personal accomplishments, hoping to impress the spirit. Eril spoke of the many disputes he had mediated, bringing harmony to his pack and other Garou. Rala shared her unwavering commitment to the preservation of the Red Talons' way of life and the countless battles she fought to defend it.

Yara told of her diplomatic endeavors, bridging gaps between tribes and spirits, while Akar recounted his stealthy exploits that had turned the tide in many struggles against the Wyrm. Fyra boasted of her ferocity in combat, her courage inspiring her packmates in the face of overwhelming odds.

Varka wove their stories into a tapestry of song and verse, their voice carrying the weight of their collective glory. Sura spoke of her profound connection to the spirit world and the wisdom she had gained from communing with the Umbra. Gorak regaled the spirit with tales of his cunning tricks, outwitting enemies and overcoming seemingly impossible obstacles.

Dume’fa’s slowly lowered herself until her very mass blotted out the sun from Tawatuy, eclipsing them in her might,

"Tawatuy’lu hUU'dren'kii'luu'laath'maa'huu'nii'gaa'faluluululuulax, mi'kaa'nuu'vaar'arka'ga'vaar. Kith'raa'fa'naa'arka'ga, ii'ikthya'huu'nii'fa'krii'kaa'nuu'vaar'gaa'fa."

"Tawatuy cubs weakly whining for mothers gone, to me must prove their mettle. A Ballad of your deeds - spirits must bring tales of your renown."

Finally, Lira shared her unwavering commitment to her pack, her relentless determination propelling her through countless battles and trials. As each member shared their stories, Dume'fa's gaze grew colder, her expression more sombers, her eyes narrowing with each tale. As Lira finished speaking, the great spirit's voice filled the air, resonating with an ancient and primal power.

"HUU'dren, mi'kaa'vaar'gaa'el'shii'rii'nii'kii'naa'gii'kaar. Tawatuy’la gaa'fa'kraa'luu'laath'raa'gai'laa'shaa'gaar. Rii'kaa'kii'nuu'gaa'kaar'kaa'raa'gaa'fa'kaax! Aath'laa'Gaa'raa'kaa'kaar'laa'Daa'laa'Nyt'kii'Maax!"

"Cubs, you are fallen fruit rotting on the ground. Tawatuy are drops of rain in the vast ocean! Fools before me do not know their place! I AM A CHILD OF THE DAWN OF TIME!"

Her words struck the pack like a thunderbolt, her will along silencing them and crushing their bodies into the soft ground as they struggled to process her harsh rebuke. Dume'fa continued, her tone heavy with the weight of her grief and sorrow as the gravity of her presence releases them.

“Haaryuuf'kriith'iik'laar'nain'laa'raa'Gaa'laa'huu'kaa'thro'gaa'ith'kaar. Krii'kaa'gaa'huu'laa'nii'gaa'kaar'uu'kaa'gaa'laa'laath'gaa'laa'naa'huu'kaar, mi'hUU'dren'kaa'nuu'laar.”

”Grow your deeds like the roots of the ancient trees that stretch deep within the earth. Tales you bring me must be shaped through the trials and tribulations you face, my grandchildren.”

Tears fell from the faces of Tawatuy, their pride gone before them. Dume’fa continued,

“Tawatuy’fa, ii'krii'uur'gaa'kaa'huu'gai'nii'paa'kaar, mihaaruu'fa, hii'raa'guur'kaan'paa'kaar'kaath'nii'kaa'gaa'huu'kaar. Thaa'nuu'gaa'laath'gaa'laa'naa'kii'kaa'raa, uu'laath'gaa'laa'naa'luu'kaa'thro'gaa'ith'kaar, nain'Tawatuy'kaa'gaa'luu'Gulaka'i.”

”Tawatuy, aided by the spirits who must know you, my children, may find a way home to me by your deeds. Trials come; in wilderness lost, distant islands will find Tawatuy far from Gulaka'i.”

The cliath exchanged uneasy glances, their pride humbled by Dume'fa's words. She then issued her challenge to the pack:

“Yag'fa Lai'ka, Thro'fa, eem Kii'shaa'kaa'kaa'el'kaar'kaa'huu'dren'Gai'ith'hu, uu'gaa'kaa'huu'dren'kaar'uur'gaa'huu'gai'nii'paa'kaar. Cliath'ka'nuu'el. Cliath'hUU'kaa'kaa'nur'kaa'luu'el'kaar'uur'gaa'huu'gai'nii'paa'kaar. 'HUU'kaar'nuu'el'gai'nii'paa'kaar.”

"Chiminages of Glory, Honor, and Wisdom wrought from the world are to be brought on the whispers of spirits. Cliath you are. Cliath shall grow and become more than you are now through the trials you face. You go now.”

The pack understood the magnitude of the task before them. As they departed, Dume'fa watched them, her heart heavy with the sorrow of her past and the uncertain future that lay before them.

#werewolf the apocalypse #savage age #dead mountain #song of trillium #first tongue

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