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targaryenmarvel · 3 months ago

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A Stark Legacy (1)

Wanda Maximoff x Stark!Reader

Summary: The life of a Stark is tumultuous, especially when you are the only daughter of the technology magnates. You find yourself at a crossroads, struggling to meet your father's towering expectations while also pursuing your desires. This turning point is marked by the arrival of a certain green-eyed girl, a meeting that not only disrupts your world but also sets your heart on fire. Will you finally follow your heart or conform to your father's expectations?

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2,333

The unmistakable aroma of salt invaded the air as the gentle summer breeze carried the scent from the ocean. The gentle scent filled your lungs and reinvigorated your body as you took in the picturesque image before you. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, the once-deep blue water began to take on new hues. The sky slowly turned from a bright blue to a deep purple, mingled with red, orange, and pink shades, creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Despite the roar of the waves, your senses are overpowered by the cheerful and lively chatter of the people around you as they roam in the spacious and meticulously decorated backyard.

Tables littered the well-maintained lawn, some with guests and others with foods ranging from fruits with chocolate-covered pretzels to charcuterie boards and sushi—anything you could desire. Not far away stood a cocktail bar with an impressive champagne tower. While the sun was out, there was no need for any lighting, but as it gave way to darkness, string lights hung all through the yard, taking over the task and creating an almost rivaling image of the sunset ocean.

An atmosphere not uncommon for you as the daughter of technology magnates Howard and Maria Stark. There, amongst the crowd, you could see your father engaged in an animated discussion with an investor. You rolled your eyes. Only your father would discuss business at your birthday party. It was a miracle he had even come, considering work outweighed his priorities as a father. His rare appearance at your celebration had resulted from your mother's persistence or, more so, threats of leaving her share of the company in Tony's control. Although you typically didn't mind his absence after years of disappointment, you were grateful for your mother's actions, knowing he needed to be there for what you had planned.

Tonight, you would give him what he wanted and make him proud despite his faults as a father. Let him be the family man he so often played in front of the cameras—the picture-perfect family portrayed on magazine covers that photographers frequently complimented.

In reality, your family was anything but loving, specifically your father. In the solidarity of your home, your father rarely showed affection, and when he did, it was always towards your mother. He only seemed to have harsh words and expectations for your brother and you. Though you had always resented your father's behavior, your mother and brother, Tony, compensated for his lack of love.

Then there was your saving grace, your childhood best friend, James Buchanan Barnes. He was the son of your father's business partner and his mother, an associate in your mother's charity organization. So it wasn't surprising that you became best friends, attending the same boring gatherings your parents hosted and causing mayhem until your fathers scolded you.

Twenty years later, he remained by your side. His usual crazy brown hair was slicked back, and two of the buttons of his white shirt were left undone. The outfit was paired with black slacks, loafers, and a Rolex on his wrist. His blue eyes crinkled in joy as your gaze crossed, and he clutched your hand tighter while motioning with his chin at your father.

Across the room, your father moved to sit with your mother and brother. Perfect, you thought. You gave Bucky a final smile before you pulled away to join your family, and he made his way to the live band stage.

Your brother was the first to notice your presence as he set down his whisky drink.

"There she is," Tony exclaimed, inebriated. Your father clenched his jaw, throwing daggers at your brother with his gaze. "Are you enjoying yourself, birthday girl?"

"Damit, Anthony. Can you behave yourself for once?" he asked through clenched teeth, giving a false smile as someone passed by. "You are no longer a teenager. You are a man. Now act like one before I make you."

Tony scoffed, ready to retaliate, but your mother quickly intervened. She rubbed your father's arm, willing him to calm down.

"Honey, please. We are celebrating our daughter. Let us not taint this moment with petty squabbles. Our daughter deserves better. Besides, we all know how this will end if it continues," she said, alluding to countless screaming matches between the two. Your father huffed but said nothing else. "Tony, please. For your sister," she continued with your brother, who still looked ready to pounce.

Tony deflated, eyes softening as he looked at you before he nodded. "Enjoying the party, peanut," he asked again, using your childhood nickname.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. "Yeah, it's been amazing. Thank you both for tonight."

"Oh, sweetheart, don't thank us. You deserve it, and if anything, it's James you should thank," your mother responded.

"I'll make sure to do that."

"Where is James?" your father asked, looking around frowning. "George and I need to speak with him about the project. Where is he?"

On cue, Bucky appeared. A high-pitched ring filled the air, cutting through the music as he held a microphone. Bucky laughed nervously, raising a hand to the crowd. "Sorry, everyone. The music will be back, I promise. I want to take a moment to toast in honor of Y/N's birthday." He motioned for a server to bring him a glass of champagne.

"As most of you know, Y/N and I have known eachother since before we could walk. She is my person, my rock during the most harrowing moments when I questioned my existence—teenagers, so dramatic, am I right?" Chuckles rang through the room at Bucky's words. "Anyways, I am trying to say that I am incredibly grateful for your existence, friendship, and, most importantly, for the last two years as partners. I can only hope you feel the same way because if you don't, this will be extremely awkward," Bucky kneeled as his hand reached into his pocket, pinching a diamond-encrusted ring. Gasps ranged throughout the air. Through blurry eyes, you could see your mother clutching at her chest, and your father's usually stoic face merged into surprise; your brother, for once, remained without reaction. Though you did dwell on the fact as you stood from your seat, you slowly made your way through the crowd towards Bucky.

"The last two years have been the most exhilarating and unforgettable of my life. Every day with you has been an adventure filled with laughter, love, and endless joy. You are beautiful both inside and out, intelligent, and breathtaking. Your kindness, strength, and warmth have touched my heart in ways I never thought possible. You are the love of my life. Nothing would make me happier than to continue creating a life—a family by your side. Y/N, will you marry me?"

Tears rolled down your face as the moments with the man kneeling in front of you raced through your mind, and you knew that there was no better man to spend your life with than James Barnes.

"Yes," you muttered in a broken whisper.

The crow erupted into applause as Bucky slid the ring onto your finger and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. Your mother, father, and Bucky's parents were the first to reach you.

Your mother enveloped you in comforting arms. "Oh darling, congratulations!" You could see the glimmer in her eyes as she held back tears of joy.

Your father came next, seeming very pleased by the events. "Congratulations, darling. You've made a fantastic choice of a husband with James here." He patted Bucky's arm. "Good for business too, don't you think, George?"

"Certainly, we can work something out." You would have rolled your eyes at the two men, but all you did was share a look of annoyance with your now-fiancee, which was then broken as his father held you both by the shoulder with a grin plastered on his face. "Oh, son, you've won the lottery with Y/N. She'll be an exceptional wife and mother."

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes." You said tight-lipped, knowing he expected you to leave your job at Stark Industries to be a housewife like Minnifred. He was much like your father, except misogynistic. You were glad Bucky's mom was a saint and taught him proper manners.

After your parents left, many of the guests approached you with their congratulations, telling you how they had seen it coming since you were children.

Tony was one of the last to approach you two. He pulled you away from Bucky. "Hey, Peanut." He hugged you by the shoulders, kissing your forehead, completely ignoring your fiancé, to which you scolded with a quirked brow. He sighed dejectedly, finally acknowledging Bucky, "Barnes."

"Hey, Tony," Bucky greeted, amused at your brother's jealous behavior.

While Tony had never had a problem with Bucky, his attitude towards the man changed once you began dating. You just assumed it was part of his protective brother's responsibilities.

"Can I talk to you for a moment alone?" His eyes shifted to Bucky.

Your fiancé looked back. "Of course. See you later, babe."

You watched him walk away, only turning to give Tony a sharp, expectant look.

Tony scoffed, running a hand down his face in exasperation. "Y/N, don't you think you're taking this too far?

"What do you mean?" You frowned, crossing your arms.

He clenched his jaw. "I know that bearing with Dad's expectations isn't easy. I know it's better to comply than get the short end of the stick, but that doesn't mean you need to throw your life away to please him Y/N. So please, Y/N, don't marry a man you don't love."

"I love him," you said calmly.

"Are you in love with him?"

You scoffed, fingers running through your hair, a nervous habit. "Tony, please. Stop. I am marrying Bucky, and nothing you can say or do will make me change my mind. For the sake of our relationship, I am asking you to stop with this nonsense, okay?"

You left without hearing his reply and rejoined your fiancé with a group of acquaintances—the children of other investors in Stark Industries. They all congratulated you, hugging you joyfully, but you could see the envy in their eyes. Once upon a time, you considered them your friends until you had heard them badmouthing you behind your back. Then you started to notice the fake laughs and smiles or how their compliment was always backhanded somehow.

"I am so happy for you," they said in high-pitched voices, but all you could hear was, "That should be me. I should be the daughter of a billionaire. I should be marrying the heir to the Barnes estate."

You could only return the same energy, giving them fake smiles and false friendship. Bucky tightened his arm around your waist, kissing your forehead in reassurance. You remained to chat with the group until your mother ushered you away and pulled you to the women of her charity group.

It wasn't until the end of the party that you could finally have a moment alone with Bucky. Most of the guests had left, and others took residence in the many guest rooms in the mansion.

You walked hand in hand with your fiancé, making a beeline to your bedroom. Silence filled the room as you closed the door, holding Bucky's gaze unblinking. You could feel your lips twitch, so you bit your lip, attempting to restrain yourself, but it was in vain as you doubled over, exploding in laughter. Bucky followed suit, chuckling as he moved to the king-sized bed.

You took a deep breath, wiping the tears from your eyes. You are unsure if they resulted from your laughter or something else, but you prefer not to dwell on the matter. "God, that was something," you said, looking around the room from your teenage years. Remnants of the age lingered in the form of polaroids with your so-called friends, posters, and stuffed animals. All left untouched since the last time you visited the vacation home.

"Mhm, did you see their faces? My speech had them swooning, and you know what? I wrote it last night before bed," he confessed, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed, playfully glancing out the giant glass window overlooking the ocean, "Oh, I deserve more than minimal effort."

"Y/N, you cried," he deadpanned, sprawling across the bed. You rolled your eyes, pushing away from the door and joining him on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"So this is happening, huh? We are engaged," you mused to yourself, finally grasping the gravity of the situation. Although you were sure of your decision, your stomach still dropped at the turn your life was taking—Tony's voice nagging at the back of your mind.

"What will we do when they ask us for grandchildren?" Bucky asked lowly in a similar state.

"I'm not sleeping with you." You frowned, disturbed by the idea.

"I'm not sleeping with you either," Bucky retorted, equally aggravated. "Look, I am grateful for what you are doing for me. I am, but I refuse to continue if you're not comfortable. It's not too late. We can call it off, and fuck, what anyone says. My father and the inheritance are nothing compared to your friendship, Y/N."

You turned on your side, mirroring his position as you propped your head on your elbow.

"We already discussed this, Bucky. I tried finding someone to love, but everyone I've met only sees me as Stark, an endless money fountain. Not a person. They don't love me for me," you said, your voice wavering as tears prickled in your eyes. You took his hand. "This isn't a sacrifice for me, Buck. I can't think of anyone else I would love to spend the rest of my life with. And I know we will face many obstacles, but we'll figure it out. We always do." You knew the road to follow wouldn't be easy, but you were prepared to face the obstacles with him by your side.

A/N: Hey everyone, how is everyone feeling about the first chapter? R and Bucky's relationship? In the next chapter, expect Wanda content!

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x stark!reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #targaryenmarvel fics

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respectthepetty · 20 days ago

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The Odd One Out

All roads leads to Home x Peach

Home's grandfather wanted a ceremony with a strict dress code of orange only.

And I thought it was just because the grandfather really liked the color orange.

Because in a show with a Pink Person, a Cyan Cutie, a Brown Beauty, a Red Rascal, and a Black Brooder (single father of four not pictured), I thought I had my fill of colors.

But as the maids carried out the grandfather's red and orange suits in episode eleven, it hit me.

This is a family of fiery personalities.

Phon is also a Red Rascal.

But she is everything negative about them.

She is vengeful.

She is murderous.

She is hot-tempered.

But Red Rascal Home doesn't have to worry about turning out like her because he has Brown Beauty Kan, Pink Person Pang, Cyan Cutie Home, and Black Brooder Suradech to keep him humble. And, of course, his uncle Somkid.

Who's been an oddity from the very beginning.

And I do mean the very beginning.

However, I trusted Somkid because Orange Oddities are normally optimistic and energetic, which he has been shown to be, but Somkid has his own mysterious and secretive Black Brooder.

Who helps Somkid be everywhere the color-coded kids are.

And I mean everywhere.

However, I didn't realize it because I was too busy focused on Home's wearing Peach's color all the time, which I have believed shows he loves Peach.

Which is why I was also excited when Home wore green (which is part of Peach's cyan) on his chest with his red accented shirt, yet ignored the orange on the stomach of Peach's shirt.

So when the cursed eleventh episode began I felt bad for Peach because he seemed to be struggling with his color as he believed Home didn't care if he left.

The same way Home struggled with his color when he thought his relationship with Peach was irredeemable.

Even though Pang maintained her color.

So when Peach magically gained his color back at the morgue, I knew something was off.

And, thankfully, the showed went back and told us that the Cyan Cutie and Red Rascal had actually worked everything out, so it would make sense that Peach would gain his color back before the morgue scene.

Because the thing about Peach is, unlike Home who has continuously worn Peach's blues and greens throughout the series, Peach isn't so quick to wear Home's red. He likes to save it for big moments, like when he signed "love"

So it was strange that the boy who has gone a journey with Home as they have both evolved (and fallen in love!) barely wears Home's red, while Somkid finally decided after decades of being the oddity of the family to wear red in solidarity with his family.

As if he was trying to prove he belonged in the family.

But the bad thing about Orange Oddities is, because they are attention-seeking and impatient, their actions can quickly become insincere if they feel slighted.

And their true color will easily emerge.

But as mentioned before, Peach likes to save his love red for Home for big moments, like when it's written over his heart with his color below as they prepare to take down Somkid. (Shoutout to the wardrobe department for grabbing a Rolling Loud Music Festival shirt!)

So we enter into the finale with

Black Brooder Suradech being rushed to the hospital,

Somkid showing his true color,

Home wearing his and Peach's combined colors in the same purple sweater he comforted Peach in when Peach faced his past,

Pang supporting her bother in blue with her pink on her chest,

Kan being the secure Brown Beauty,

and Peach in the same blue shirt he wore when Home made his dreams come true that proudly proclaims that "IT'S UP TO YOU" because he is the one who has the save the Red Rascal who quietly crept into his bed in the first episode and into his heart all season.

And now that "YOU" sits on his heart for everyone to see.

#peaceful property #on sale the series #the colors mean things #and they mean these two are in love!#I don't care what the show says #the wardrobe department has an agenda!#color coded boys in love #if I could have had fifty images in this post‚ this would be a lot easier to write #but noooooo!#I'm limited to thirty which stunts my explanations!#this was rough #but I had a point!#home x peach are in love!

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the-mortuary-witch · 5 months ago

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CANDLE COLOUR MEANINGS

KEEP IN MIND THAT DIFFERENT CULTURES HAVE DIFFERENT MEANINGS FOR EACH COLOUR. USE WHAT FITS YOU AND YOUR CRAFT BEST

BLACK: protection, binding, banishing negativity, grief, secrets, endings, loss, cursing and hexing magick.

GREY: stability, concentration, neutrality, reserve, balance, adaptability, and flexibility.

WHITE: all propose colour, cleansing and uncrossing, healing, purification, spirituality, higher-self, innocence, illumination, balancing, hope, protection, new beginning, peace, and harmony.

BROWN: earth magick, home, animal magick, family, stability, endurance, grounding, solidarity, strength, and hard work.

GOLD: wealth, inner-strength, self-realization, sun, masculinity, abundance, happiness, overcoming addiction, and luxury.

SILVER: intelligence, memory, moon magick, divination, money, femininity, fertility, hidden potential, success, awareness, wisdom, and psychic powers.

RED: love, seduction, passion, anger, strength, courage, charisma, survival, change, power, curse work, lust, and sex magick.

ORANGE: business, creativity, justice, ambition, opportunity, attraction, abundance, confidence, energy, celebration, goals, and success.

YELLOW: joy, abundance, intelligence, reason, learning, memory, inspiration, imagination, friendships, and sun magick.

GREEN: growth, wealth, fertility, business, healing, nature, balance, luck, and longevity.

BLUE: peace, communication, expression, forgiveness, traveling, protection, truth, sleep, patience, trust, and pregnancy.

PURPLE: intuition, decadence, authority, wisdom, knowledge, influence, psychic abilities, devotion, enlightenment, overcoming fears, addiction, independence, and spirituality.

PINK: self-love, companionship, affection, spiritual healing, kindness, beauty, femininity, marriage, sensuality, children, and healing abuse.

#fyp #fypシ #fypシ゚viral #fypage #fyppage #tumblr fyp #witchcraft #satanist #beginner witch #baby witch #candles #information #occult

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aux-squiggle · 6 months ago

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I've made radfem centric pride flags everyone! Some are radfem only and some are for more than just rf's but will likely be used by mainly rf's.

Here's my favourite one I've made today:

Optimistic communist/socialist radical feminist flag. This flag is for any radfem post-capitalist (e.g socialist, syndicalist, communist etc) who has faith in a brighter future for women and the working class. Someone who believes the total destruction of the patriarchy is possible, and who believes the destruction of capitalism is likely/guaranteed.

The blue stripe is for disabled people and solidarity with same (particularly disabled women/female people). The colour blue represents wisdom, health, and medical affairs.

The purple stripe is small because it's a transitional shade for visual appeal. It stands for homosexual/same-sex attracted females.

The pink represents women, and is a striking/distinct colour to represent the distinctness of radical feminism from mainstream feminism. It also is one of the colours of the sunset and shows that women's possibilities are as high as the sky.

The yellow background is mainly for visual appeal, however it also represents the happiness and energizement of optimistic radical feminists. It also represents wealth and the redistribution of resources.

The sun itself represents clarity, paths to progress, "light at the end of the tunnel" and optimism in general. The sun also represents life and vitality. The "childishness" of the sun's corona represents safety for children.

The reddish-gold is goldish because of the sun shining on it. The reddishness represents anti-capitalism, and the struggle/will of the proletariat.

The golden-brown stripe is thin for visual appeal. It represents land/earth/soil and is a symbol of anti-imperialism, landback, and solidarity with the people (especially women) who live on colonized or ex-colonized land.

The brown stripe represents women of colour, especially black and brown women of colour. It is at the bottom because women of colour are at the foundation of radical feminism.

The hammer and sickle represents socialism/communism, and the female fist represents the undying thirst for liberation by female people. It's a widely accepted feminist symbol.

This one is the optimistic radical feminist flag. The red stripe still means anti-capitalism but this flag may be more suitable for optimistic radical feminists who are optimistic about culture change and significant destruction of patriarchy but not necessarily a total socialist revolution.

Here's the standard radfem flag I made. Brown means WOC, blue is disabled women, pink is women/distinctness from mainstream feminism, and red means anti-capitalism.

The land stripe and the homosexual female stripe unfortunately looked ugly on this flag and in terms of aesthetics this flag is mid. I think the meaning is powerful but I don't want to make it uglier 😭

Optimists, pessimists, neutrals and really any form of radfem may enjoy this flag.

This is the socialist/communist radfem flag, essentially a radfem who has more emphasis on post-capitalism. Neo-marxfem radfems may enjoy this flag.

This is another version of the above but it's a lil ugly 💀

Ok onto some sexuality flags! These are all febfem (female exclusive bisexual female) flags because I'm febfem and I wanted to focus on these. I'll def make more SSA and gnc women flags but I got tired today.

Standard febfem flag (made my own bc the ones online are strangely low quality).

I personally don't know what the individual stripes mean but it conjours thoughts of both the bisexual and lesbian flags because febfems are ofc, bisexual women. But also strongly decenter men like lesbians do. Being febfem is a distinct experience, thus the distinct colour pallette.

This is an asexual febfem flag! So female exclusive biromantic females who are on the asexual spectrum may enjoy this flag.

This is an aromantic febfem flag, so for febfems who are on the aromantic spectrum.

This is specifically a demisexual febfem flag.

This is specifically a demiromantic febfem flag.

Enjoy!

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glass-mural-of-a-lone-tree · 1 year ago

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Quick little edit with the transharmful and transharmed flags ! As a transharmed i feel full support and solidarity toward transharmers ! Flag ( edit ) free to use for all

( ID : Two flags put next to each other , the flag on the left is the transharmer flag and goes from mid red to dark red in 4 bars , a white bar is the middle , from there black transitions into gray in 4 more bars . The flag on the right is the transharmed flag , mid blue fades into near white with 4 bars , a black stripe is in the middle , below that white transitions into a slightly darker gray in 4 stripes . The first version has an emoji of two hands shaking atop it , the second version doesnt have an additional graphic , the third version has two emoji hands holding hands ( seemingly romantically ) End ID )

Transharmful coining can be found here ( link ) Transharmed coining can be found here ( link )

And two user boxes i made yesterday on a whim ! Free to use for all : )

(ID : The same flag as described above with the handshake emoji in a userbox , the userbox is dark pink with a lighter pink border , on the right there is darker pink text saying " This Transharmed supports Transharmers " . The second image is the same userbox with just the Transharmed flag ( as described above ) , the text reads " Transharmers please interact " End ID )

#pro transid #transid #transid safe #pro radqueer #transx #pro transx #transharmed #transharm #transharmful #pro transharmed #🌱comfort #transid userbox

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cielcreations · 2 years ago

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Colorful Tangos - Prompt/Idea

So, you know how we have normal Tango? Where his skin has blonde hair? We also have Blue Tango?

What if there were a bunch of Tango clones in the color of the rainbow, each who knew how to make redstone contraptions and loved to do so, all blaze hybrids, and they all love Jimmy Solidarity?

Tango Clones:

Red - Rage Tango, short tempered, tends to get into a lot of fights, is baby when Jimmy is around, only Jimmy can calm him down

Orange - Crazy Scientist Tango, is the most hardworking when it comes to redstone, loves to constantly build and get his hands dirty, can (and will) overwork himself because he doesn’t know his limits, Jimmy drags him away from work to make sure he eats/sleeps/takes care of himself

Yellow - OG/Normal Tango, upbeat, happy, always laughing/making others laugh, just normal Tango

Green - Jealous Tango, gets jealous very easily, super clingy with Jimmy, actually a bit shy, says he’s not clingy as he’s literally hugging Jimmy because Jimmy said he need to go work-

Blue - Emotional Tango, tends to cry over the smallest things, doesn’t mean to cry but it happens, can be really clingy with Jimmy

Purple - Tired Tango, always sleeping/yawning, can fall asleep literally anywhere, tends to wear noise canceling headphones because sleepy, favorite place to sleep is on Jimmy

Pink - Love Tango, the most affectionate, hugs everyone, kisses Jimmy constantly, super supportive of everyone, always compliments people, makes it his life mission to embarrass Jimmy with compliments /affectionate

Grey/Black - The Void Stares Back Tango, the most mysterious, not sure what his deal is, he loves Jimmy though and will randomly appear if Jimmy is in trouble and save him

White - Angel/God Tango, mute, uses ASL and/or a notepad when necessary, always has a soft smile on his face, is the most calm and cool and collected, can and will be the emotional support Tango Jimmy needs when having a rough day

Idk, I had this thought and I just had to write it down. I also have a similar idea with Scott so-

#tango #tangotek #hermitcraft tango #solidarity x tango #Solidarity Gaming #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #empires solidarity #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #empires au #empires smp au #empires smp #empires shipping #hermitshipping #rancher #rancher duo #team rancher

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minecraftbookshelf · 2 years ago

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Yoinked

An in-universe idea for what Ren is doing instead of Limited Life

On AO3

Falling hurts.

Landing hurts more.

"It worked!"

Ren spits out a mouthful of dirt and rolls over onto his back. He really should be on his feet now, scanning for danger, but he's winded and wobbly and his vision is swirling with purple particles.

He thinks he might throw up actually.

"Ren?"

He really doesn't want to throw up. Throwing up sucks.

"Ren, can you hear me?"

He manages a wheeze in response to the vaguely familiar voice.

"Are we sure it worked right? I don't think he's supposed to be that color."

"That's probably just a side effect, Lizzie."

"Oh, yeah. That would make sense."

Ren gasps in a breath. And another. It's easier now, though he still feels like if he moves at all his stomach will come up out his throat, dragging all his entrails along with it. His vision is less blurry now, he can see the...ceiling?

It's the ceiling of a house. Out of the corner of his eye he can see bright curtains hanging on a day-lit window. It seems oddly incongrous, given the violent tingle of magic shivering through every atom of his body. Does whoever this is have no sense of appropriate theatrics? Whatever this is should be happening in a basement at least.

It's a lot of magic actually. Now that he's thinking about it, he can't really feel his fingers. Or his hands. Or like, his body.

His vison is suddenly obscured by pink. A lot of pink.

Pink hair, specifically, and a very familiar face.

"Hello, Shadow Knight!"

"Shadow Lady," Ren manages to gasp back out and she grins at him. All sharp teeth and carefully controlled anger.

She smells different, then she had on the Game Server, Ren notices. She had smelled like the forest there, gradually becoming part of it as the games progressed. (That happens sometimes. The Game Servers decide to shape them for its own purposes. The way your body began to disintegrate on your red life in the first one. The way Ren went through several full moons with no more than a distant ache in his bones.) Here she smells...not quite human. A step to the left in a way that raises the hair on his arms. Ozone and ash and saltwater and blood.

"Give him room to breathe, Lizzie. We did just yank him through the Void with no warning."

Ren decides not to think about that right now and just focus on breathing and convincing his internal organs to stay put.

Eventually he is able to sit up and look around.

He's in what looks like the sitting room of a perfectly normal house (if it werent for the ripped up carpet and the sigils scorched into the floorboards.)

The curtains are pale blue and the carpet (or what remains of it) is black and white and there are photos hung on the wall, tournament trophies above the fire place.

LDShadowLady sits criss cross on the floor across from him, staring at him intently. Behind her is another familiar face and Mumbo waves almost sheepishly from his awkward perch on what looks like it was once a pristine sofa but at some point it had caught fire and the side nearer Ren is little more than a singed frame and piles of soggy ash.

The photo on the wall directly behind ShadowLady is of her in a wedding dress, spinning hand in hand with SmallishBeans in a suit, Solidarity in the background making a face at the camera.

"Welcome back," She sounds appropriately ominous at least. Always a pleasure to work with someone who understands drama.

"Why have you summoned me, Lady."

He's not 100% sure that's what has happened, but it seems a safe bet and it sounds good either way.

She cocks her head to the side and smiles. "I didn't. She did." And gestures grandly to something behind Ren's head.

It's another woman. A hybrid of some kind, Ren isn't sure what exactly but she smells like primate and her ears and eyes are large and the dappled fur at her temples is a soft grey that is almost lavender purple.

"Hello Ren," The mystery woman greets him. "My name is Netty. Netty Plays. I believe you know my husband."

Ren has no idea who she's talking about but before he can respond Mumbo leans forward on the sofa, working clay mixed with redstone through his fingers, back and forth, kneading it. It's a common stress response Ren has observed in him.

"There's another Game Server happening." Mumbo tucks the red-clay away in his inventory and stands, almost hitting his head on a ceiling beam. (If this is ShadowLady and SmallishBean's home that makes sense that their ceilings are not very tall.) "Would you like to join us for an interdimensional jailbreak?"

#trafficblr #limited life smp #interdimensional prison break #ldshadowlady #nettyplays #Netty plays #fanfiction #life series fanfiction #rain rambles #tl;dr the watchers may have blocked netty's magical connection to her husband #but they didn't think to block martyn's connections to other people #and she could FIND those #it took some time #but she found one #the strongest thread #and she pulled #mumbojumbo #rendog

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acillianproblem · 1 year ago

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By Eileen Cartter

The Oppenheimer star hit what could be his final red-carpet appearance for the foreseeable future in a sheer Saint Laurent look that would melt the polymer right off a Ken doll’s torso.

Shortly before Cillian Murphy and his fellow Oppenheimer cast members walked off a London red carpet on Thursday in solidarity with SAG-AFTRA joining the WGA on the picket line, the actor debuted his biggest fit yet: a black-pinstriped Saint Laurent suit worn open over a gauzy sheer shirt, with a gold-tipped bolo tie, high-waisted trousers, and a pair of the brand’s Wyatt boots—or, as they’re known ’round these parts, “the Rolex of Chelsea boots.”

Photos of Murphy—whose ice-blue eyes could gouge a diamond—attending various Oppenheimer premieres over the last week have already garnered meme cachet online. But this look—and his facial expressions while wearing it—seemed to signal that he (and his stylist, Rose Forde) had saved the best for last. (The London event could be his final red carpet for a while; per the strike, SAG members cannot participate in press tours or events.) Throughout the truncated promotional run, the actor’s fashion choices have emitted a certain “nuclear Kenergy” in stark contrast with his bubblegum confrères over in Barbie Land, which has become Oppenheimer’s spiritual counter-realm. In other words, Cillian Murphy, who portrays the titular “father of the atomic bomb” J. Robert Oppenheimer in his film, has sort of been dressing like the Anti-Ken.

Where there’s Ryan Gosling, in his pastel cotton-candy-pink and blue-raspberry-hued Gucci suits, there’s also Murphy, in his brooding, pseudo-sexy YSL. (Inside you are two wolves, as they say.) At Oppenheimer’s first premiere in Paris, Murphy arrived in a custom Prada tan shirt and matching short tie—not unlike a World War II-era khaki summer service uniform, making it nearly period-appropriate given Oppenheimer’s milieu—with a dark jacket worn, chicly, with just the top button buttoned. During a rainy photocall in London’s Trafalgar Square, Murphy wore Margiela shades and a staunch Studio Nicholson cardigan over a simple white T-shirt, tucked into another pair of high-waisted trousers; he wore a similar look, this time with a nubby red cardigan and Ray-Bans, the next day.

Though the Barbie vs. Oppenheimer style rivalry held strong, the movies’ respective stars—in another show of solidarity—have expressed nothing but excitement for their fellow thespians’ efforts. “I mean, I’ll be going to see Barbie, 100 percent. I can’t wait to see it,” Murphy told IGN this week. “I think it’s just great for the industry and for audiences that we have two amazing films by amazing filmmakers coming out the same day. Yeah, you can spend the whole day in the cinema—what’s better than that?”

#cillian murphy #oppenheimer #gq magazine #men’s fashion #wga strike #sag strike

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whyceasefirefaq · 6 months ago

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How To Turn Your Wheelchair's Elevating Footrests Into An Everyday Protest In Solidarity With Palestine

So, in the last post, I talked about the struggle of when you're an activist who is in solidarity with Palestine but lacks access to most protests due to inaccessibility and/or the need to be COVID-cautious. RELATED: New Idea! (+ POV: You’re A Disabled Jewish Activist Protesting The Palestinian Genocide In A Time Of COVID)

And while I'm still figuring out what are the best ways I can contribute to the collective effort to stop the genocide and end the occupation, one of the ideas I had was to turn my wheelchair into an everyday protest. ATTACHING A SIGN TO YOUR ELEVATING FOOTRESTS I decided to start by attaching a protest sign to the external part of the elevating footrests aka the part that everyone sees. I noticed that it's also the part that people tend to gawk at the most, thus making it a prime spot for a protest sign. WHAT YOU WILL NEED a protest sign (you can use one from this outreach project or make your own) a piece of cardboard for the back clear packing tape (or equivalent)

The trick is to make sure the tape wraps around to the inside part of the footrest aka where your feet go, so it's secure. Also, I found I needed to do this at least twice. Taping it once was not enough (and thus my comment in the last post.) I also want to add things to other parts of the wheelchair but that'll be for another post because spoons. (If you know, you know.) That said, are you also decorating your wheelchair (medical equipment, car, bike, self, etc) in daily or near-daily protest of the genocide? I'd love to see what you've done or what you want to do if you had the spoons! You can find me @ rebelwheelsnyc on Twitter & Instagram. You can also message me via Tumblr if you have an account or email me at rebel wheels NYC @ gmail . com (but with no spaces). Please don't send attachments. [image descriptions 1st image: protest art based on the wheelchair symbol. but instead of a blue and white theme, the background is 3 thick horizontal stripes (black, white, and green) like the Palestinian flag. and the wheelchair symbol (a person in a manual chair) is the red of the flag, only the fill is a poppy flower and there's a keffiyeh around the neck. there's also a poppy flower inside the empty space in the wheel. in a small font, in the lower right-hand corner, it reads: @ rebelwheelsnyc 2nd image: photo. motorized wheelchair. in my apartment. elevating footrests are raised & extended. a protest sign has been taped to the outside of the footrests. can also see other bits of the wheelchair. The sign. horizontal rectangle. white & yellow border. within this a pink rectangle with red triangle pointing toward the right. text, bold & each word has its own black rectangle behind. main text: "don't be silent in times of genocide". Every word is white except silent which is a golden yellow & genocide which is green. Below, smaller font, blue, black rectangle behind words: "not in my name". Below in white: "(this is not up for debate)" below that, smaller text, URL "why ceasefire faq.tumblr.com." Lower left-hand corner within the pink, a small Palestinian flag. right of main text, vertical watermelon slice. in the upper right-hand corner a QR code that leads to a petition [2nd image description was streamlined to fit in the image description character limits of Twitter] 3rd image. A photo of the black footrests of my motorized wheelchair. The leg rests are elevated and extended. One part of the leg rest is missing. There are also some stickers that are anti-ableism in nature. But you can see that the clear packing tape is wrapped around the internal portion of the footrest.]

#free gaza #free palestine #gaza #genocide #israel #outreach #outreach graphics #ethnic cleansing #jews for ceasefire #jews for palestine #disability #disabled #disabled af #anti zionism #disabled artist #disabled community

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rebzyyx-headmatebuilding · 3 months ago

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Hi! Could we get a matching (sorta) duo of Empires SMP s2 Scott and Empires SMP s1 of Jimmy (Solidarity)? Feel free to be as canon-divergent as you want, but we'd like a lot of color-related ids (please go absolutely wild) for Scott and in general have them be kind of opposites? if that makes sense. 100% okay if not and ty in advance! :D

would also like them to both be nonhuman in some fashion!

Ahhh!! Flower Husbands, I love that duo :3 This was lots of fun to do!! Ignoring the fact I forgot to save once and had to redo everything I worked on,,, ;-;

I tried my best to incorporate the whole opposites thing!! It was a bit difficult...

As always, feel free to change or remove anything!!

Names ; Scott, Smajor, Chroma, Chetan, Aurelio, Nalin, Iris

Nicknames ; Scotty, Che, Relio, Nal, Aure

Age ; chrono28, transAgeless

Pronouns ; He / They / Llama / Colour / Bow / Rainbow / Fauna / Cloud / Chrome / Iridescent / Leather / Mix / Paint / Red / Orange / Yellow / Green / Blue / Purple / Pink / White / Black

Genders ; Transgender, Mufuenagender, Androgynous, Pleruboy, Faunian, Pangendermin, Boyspike

Xenogenders ; Vibrantpaintic, Sentiensoric, Crystalgender, Sourcandygender, Swirlygender, Patchboy, Timesacrific

Sexuality ; Achillean, Gay,

TransIDs ; transColourfulBlood, transRainbowBlood, transRainbowFreckles, transFullBodyFreckles, transRoyalty, transGemstoneEyes, transWinged, transGemHybrid, transLlamaHybrid, transAntlers, transSeamstress, permaCursed, transLoser, transBaker, transColourfulSkinPatches, permaMakeup, transAFAB, transSentientAccessory, transDelusional ( He likes talking to objects / animals and believes he should be delusional for that ), transSunPerson

CisIDs ; ADHD, Feathery Tail, Pointy Ears, Pale Skin, Heterochromia, Cursed, Elf, Adventuruer, Facial Freckles, Llama Therian

Roles ; Exolorer, Map Maker, Skill Holder, Hyperfixation Holder, Artist, Infrequent Fronter

Source ; Scott Smajor, Empires SMP s2

Emoji Signoffs ; 🌈💐, 🌈🧭, 💎💀, 🦙🌈

Names ; Jimmy, Cod, Solidarity, Fischel

Nicknames ; Jim, Timmy, Codfather

Age ; chrono30

Pronouns ; He / It / Thxy / Shx / Sea / Water / Cod / Fish

Genders ; Libramasculine, Pixelgirl, Aboy, Femache, Nixavire

Xenogenders ; Creauterelle, Genderocean, Hydroneric, Waterwebic, Moonwaterine, Sharkwagstimmic, Hipwagstimmic, Legstimmic, Gigglestimmic, Tongueclickstimmic, Wootwootstimmic, Lovestimmic, Aromarain

Sexuality ; Homoromantic, Biaesthetic, Omnisexual ( Male Pref ), Enbian, Aquarian

TransIDs ; transTics, transHigherBeing, transConfident, transHarmed, transPiercings, transGreenTongue, transGreenEyes, permaSwimming, transAutistic, transMasking, permaBandaged, transBioluminescent, transMoonPerson

CisIDs ; Fish Hybrid, Cod Fins, Blond Hair, Freckles, Scale Patches, Sharp Teeth

Roles ; Social Manager, Awkwardness Holder, Special Interest Holder, Soother, Symptom Holder, Frequent Fronter

Source ; Jimmy / Solidarity, Empires SMP s1

Emoji Signoffs ; 🐟🍃, 🐟🟢

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crengarrion · 2 years ago

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fuck it, we roll.

my bat bag fits two pens, two polar bear shaped note pads, cat paw shaped page divider stickers, a box of cat shaped paperclips, a handmade bag with shark print containing handmade wooden eating utensils and a metal straw, a tiny box of cat stickers, hand sanitizer, two narcan rescue kits, and a glucose monitor.

descriptions under cut and in alt text! i also provide links to products under there

nine images of a wheelchair and its decorations. the photographs are taken inside a bedroom.

image one: an all black quickie two wheelchair, from the front, with no arm rests. affixed to each clothing guard is a black leather strap with carabiner clips and smartdrive control buttons. the backrest has an "all delete wrestling" aew tank top sewn around it. the foot rests are swung under the chair.

image two: an all black quickie two wheelchair, from the left side. there are orange wheelbrightz brand LED string lights wrapped around the spokes of the left wheel. the lights are looped in a pattern that resembles a sakura flower. the foot rests are swung under the chair.

image three: a collage of two images. the left image is a photograph of the left bar connecting to the wheelchair's push bar, which has a sticker of a grey cat, one paw ahead as it walks.

the right image is a photograph of the right bar connecting to the push bar, which has a sticker of an orange cat paw with brown paw pads next to a grey cat paw with pink paw pads; the paws are raised in celebration. beneath the paws sticker is a pro union sticker, which has a white background. in black is a circle with white text reading "the world's best rat trap" on top, and "solidarity of labor" on the bottom. inside the circle is a black cat with a right paw on its chest. underneath is a qr code leading to the one big union website.

image four: a collage of two images. the left image is a photograph of the left side of the black smartdrive under the wheelchair, attached to the axels. there is a green, rectangular sticker on the side that looks like a one dollar bill, but reads "world championship wrestling", "wcw where the big boys play," "wcw monday nitro," and "one big boy buck." in the centre is a mascot of a tiger wearing sunglasses.

to the upper right of the big boy buck, covering the permobil logo under the smartdrive's power button, is a sticker of a grey cat facing a black cat with hearts over their heads. the right image is a photograph of the right side of the smartdrive. you can still see the cats in love sticker in the middle and, to the lower right, another union sticker. it is a white rectangle with black text reading "feel stuck between your boss, landlord, and the government? join the one big union. a better world is possible." underneath is a qr code for the one big union's website.

image five: a collage of two images. the left image is a photograph of the wheelchair's back left side, focused on the curved bar holding the pushbar. hanging from the curved bar, near the top of the backrest, is a wayne industries lanyard from the dc comics series batman. hanging from the recliner lock is a 1990s wwf survivor series keychain; "survivor" is written in red text and "series" in blue. an orange and brown cover has been knit around the recliner's hydrolic canister, and three pins are visible. the first pin is a spooky siamese cat with ghosts around it. the second pin is a black cat holding a knife. the third pin is a tiny, stylized skull.

the right image in the collage is a photograph of the same area, but taken from behind the wheelchair. under the survivor series keychain is another keychain. it is a plastic pouch full of air, with a blue and light red floral design and "demon dog treats" at the top. a similar design is at the bottom, but it reads "100% purebred," and jakken from inuyasha is visible in the lower right. inside the demon dog treat keychain is a chibi art of sesshomaru from inuyasha. he is sitting down, and surrounded by purple and white confetti. underneath, affixed to the orange and brown hydrolic cover, are two pins. the first pin is a white circle with black text reading "i have seen the future," reference to the limetown podcast. the second in is barbara gordon as batgirl, from dc comics.

to the right of the pins and beneath the keychains is another keychain. this keychain hangs from the leather strap securing a bag to the back of the wheelchair. the keychain is in the shape of a theatre ticket stub, and is made of cream coloured metal with a dark red trim. it is merchandise for the book series skulduggery pleasant. at the top of the keychain, it reads "opened in 1927." in the middle, it reads "hibernian cinema," with an outline of a cinema above the text. the bottom red trim has black dots that look like perforations and, beneath the black dots, it reads "admit one."

image six: a collage of two images, similar to the previous collage. both images are photographs of the curved bar supporting the wheelchair's push bar on the right side of the chair, opposite the previous photographs. the right image is taken from behind the wheelchair, and shows a black, hotel-style keychain hanging from the recliner's lock; it is rhombus shaped with rounded edges. this keychain has thin white stripes at the top and bottom, and it has red blood splatters. in the centre is a drawing of a wrestling ring with white ropes and a red apron. beneath the wrestling ring it reads "2300 arena," "2300 s swanson st, philadelphia, pa 19148." underneath that are the words "live hardcore wrestling" in a circle around a circle of barbed wire.

to the bottom left of the ecw keychain is another metal skulduggery pleasant keychain. it is also hotel-style and shaped like a rhombus with rounded edges, and it is dark blue. in lighter blue is an outline of a hotel, and the white text underneath it reads "the midnight hotel." below that, in smaller text is "anton shudder, proprietor." in even smaller text at the bottom and written in a circle is "sanctioned by the sanctuary." an outline of a skull is in the centre of the circle.

to the right of the midnight hotel keychain and beneath the ecw keychain is the right side hydrolic canister, which has an orange and brown knitted cover. affixed to the cover are two pins. the top one is a circular pin reading "transsexual, transgender, transgressive, genderqueer, two-spirited." the second one is a menacing jack-o-lantern with the androgynous flag, which is blue, grey, and pink.

the right image in the collage is a photograph taken to the right of the previous image. three pins and a charm in the shape of bats is affixed to the knitted hydrolic cover. the first pin's top text reads "black panther army," and the bottom text reads "panther power." in the middle is a panther. the second pin is red and, in black text, reads "i am an enemy of the state." the third pin is white with the flag of palestine, and text that reads "end the occupation now!"

image seven: a photograph of the back of the wheelchair. the push bar is detatched from the left side and hangs from the right bar, and many of the previously described keychains and pins are visible. between them, affixed to the shirt covering the back rest, are three patches and two pins. underneath those is a black, leather fanny back in the shape of a bat. the patches and pins will be described in the next image descriptions.

image eight: a photograph of the left side of the back rest, taken from behind the wheelchair. two patches and a pin are visible. the left most patch is an image of the wrestler rowdy roddy piper, and he is smiling with his pointer fingers pushed into his cheeks. he wears a white t-shirt with an angry panther head. written at the bottom of the patch, in yellow and red text, is "sooner or later, everybody pays the piper!"

to the right of the roddy piper patch is a pin. the pin is acryllic, in the shape of the 1990s wwf in your house logo. the font is fun and cartoony. at the top of the logo is the old wwf logo in yellow on a blue background. "in" is pink, "your" is yellow, "house" is blue.

to the right of the pin is another patch, it is black with white text reading "cero miedo". the c in cero is formed by a skeletal hand making the letter c with its fingers, and the m in miedo is formed by a skeletal hand making the letter m. this patch is merchandise for the luchadore penta el zero miedo.

image nine: a photo taken to the right of the previous image. it depicts the right hand side of the wheelchair's backrest, which has two pins and one patch affixed to it. the first pin is a bat holding an asexual pride flag in its feet; the asexual flag is black, grey, white, and purple. to the right of the ace bat pin is a patch of the wrestler, sabu. he is pointing up, towards the ceiling, and wears a white, loose gutrah (head scarf) and gold agal (head band) on his head. written at the bottom, in red, bloody, text is "the homicidal, suicidal, genocidal, death-defying maniac."

to the right of the sabu patch is a small, golden pin in the shape of the 1990s wcw heavyweight belt. spray painted over the usual design in the middle of the belt are the letters "nWo."

- end image descriptions.

links to available products:

clips

aew shirts

wheelbrightz

big boy buck and nWo belt pin - the pin was designed by marj

survivor series keychain, in your house pin, and ECW arena keychain

sesshomaru dog treat keychain

rowdy roddy piper, cero miedo, and sabu patch

asexual bat pin

androgyne jack-o'-lantern pin

gaza, trans, and anarchy pins

both of the union stickers were provided free by the one big union headquarters in western new york; the skulduggery pleasant keychains were obtained via kickstarter; the spooky siamese cat with ghost pin was free at hot topic; the wayne industries lanyard was purchased at five below; the black panthers pin was purchased at a street fair stand operated by burning books book store in buffalo, new york.

#i tried to accommodate everyone here as best i can #[ whispers ]#wheelchair #long post #this took a long time so please inform me if there's any way i can make this more accessible!#i wouldn't keep everything under a readmore if it wasn't so long it was liable to crash mobile devices. such as my own #disabled fashion #???? is that the right tag.#cripplepunk #rheumatoid arthritis #Okay. i figured out that i have to put each image on a separate line for ALT text to work and it should be available now

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mynamesaplant · 9 months ago

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Gaeric Week: Ship

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Thanks to @gaeric-appreciation for putting this together. Thanks to Mons too for betaing all this work, it is always appreciated. This has been really fun and I've really been looking forward to it! Each ficlet is between 500 and 1,000 words so they're easy reads.

Please note: In solidarity with Palestine and the global strike called by Bisan Owda, I will be pushing the release dates of these ficlets up to avoid conflict with this strike.

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‘My joints are creaky, so I need you to go to the swamp in my stead. Think of it as a good learning experience.’

Half-grumbling, half-raving to the two Snorunt that refused to leave him alone, Gaeric made the journey from one settlement to the other in two days’ time. Lady Sneasler, still without a warden since the passing of her last, accompanied him through the mountains until they reached the marshy, red clay mireland. That was when he met up with Calaba, who snorted at the knowledge that Shion couldn’t make it due to creaky joints.

“My joints have been creaking for ten years. What an old bum.”

She didn’t say it unkindly, just an old friend who had earned her privilege of playful name-calling.

Gaeric hadn’t left the icelands, only a few members of the clan did when they had extensive training and knowledge of Hisui. Wardens were the exception as they were often picked by old wardens or by the nobles themselves. This was his first time in Diamond clan territory, and he couldn’t say he was impressed. The air was muggy, pressing on his skin and mouth like a wet blanket so he felt as though he couldn’t breathe. The only benefit to the place that he could see was the abundance of food from the rivers and streams, the trees, and the plants littering the ground.

Well, that and one other thing.

Diamond clan’s settlement was set up in a large circle around a monolith, Gaeric couldn’t make out its purpose, but there were a few people waiting for him and Calaba. Some were in familiar white and pink adornments of their clan, the other wardens he had yet to meet, and the others were in the blue and black of Diamond clan.

A man stood before the assembled group, tall, proud, and flanked by children on either side of him. The ages of the children varied wildly, but he saw a few who were around his age. A teenage girl came up to Gaeric, a relaxed smile on her face when introducing herself as Mai. She extended her hand expectantly and he hesitated, unsure what to do.

You didn’t touch strangers in Pearl clan. Even if the action was meant as a friendly one, Gaeric felt uncomfortable with the idea of shaking her hand. He didn’t see any of his fellow clan mates doing it, so his arms stayed at his side as he offered Mai only an aborted nod. Her dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly, like she was mentally cataloging a slight, before offering him another smile.

Mai took it upon herself to introduce her to the children around her, those who she called her siblings, even if they did not resemble her. A small boy she called Adaman clung to her leg. A boy of ten or eleven named Melli turned his nose up at Gaeric with an imperious sniff. A girl of the same age named Arezu smiled sweetly, complimenting the luster of his hair.

“Maybe I can braid it later like I do for Adaman and Melli…”

She almost seemed to ponder, a humorous glint in her eye as Gaeric spluttered, protectively covering his hair.

“And this is Iscan.”

Gaeric would have liked to think that the heat rising to his face was from Arezu and not from the shy looking boy who offered him a half-hearted wave. Gaeric blinked, lifted his hand, and offered him a wave back. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he fumbled with them nervously with Mai talking at him about Lord Wyrdeer. He caught just enough to know that she was in a similar situation as he was with the transition between new and old wardens.

Iscan’s soft, dark eyes darted up to meet Gaeric’s gaze, offered him a fleeting if nervous smile, and just as quickly tore his gaze away. It made his chest hurt… Why did it make his chest hurt?

Mai asked what noble he would be warden of and Gaeric tried to answer like his face wasn’t breaking out in a sweat because he was choking on something in his trachea.

“Avalugg,” it came out more like a cough than anything. Gaeric cleared his throat, feeling embarrassment now flushing his face, “Lord Avalugg.”

He was spared from having to say anymore as Calaba summoned him with a look and a motion of her hand. Quick to excuse himself, Gaeric tore himself from the little group, but unable to pay attention as he watched the Diamond children from the corner of his eyes.

He didn’t understand the pang of envy he felt when Melli dramatically latched onto Iscan’s arm, the owner of the arm looking unimpressed with his antics before easily shaking the boy off.

He couldn’t explain his total disinterest in Arezu, who seemed to have a slight crush on him as she chatted nonstop when she cornered him and insisted on braiding a few strands of his hair. Although, Gaeric had to admit she did a nice job.

He only understood that his heart soared higher than Lord Braviary when Iscan approached him just before he and Calaba were heading back to her tent for the evening and told him he’d see him in the morning.

Gaeric lay awake half the night but he chalked it up to the stifling air and unfamiliar noises of the swamp, rather than the frantic, excited tattoo of his heart.

#pokemon #legends of arceus #pla #pkmn #p:la #pl:a #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends: arceus #pokemon: legends arceus #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #fan fiction #warden gaeric #pla gaeric #gaeric appreciation week #gaeric week 2024

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