#Rosemary(FoE)

[azrielsshadows42]

A Court of Scales and Fire I

A/n: chapter 1 is here! I currently have a few assignments piling up so, it will probably be a few days before chapter 2 is up, sorry.

Warning: Mentions of injury, swearing, it does get steamy when shifting to the night court but no outright smut, lmk if I missed anything

prologue Character Mood Boards

Bold = Ancient language

Italics = thoughts

Both = mind speak

Word Count: 2.9k

Y/n woke up feeling stiff, her limbs ached, and her neck hurt from the weird angle. She looked around, wondering what time it was and remembered that they were in a cave. She would have to go outside if she wanted to find out. "Hey, Everest" she whispered while pushing gently on her long, scaled neck, fire light reflecting off to create green light patterns on the walls and ceiling. She got a low tired growl in return and rolled her eyes. "I'm going to see if I can find anything to heal you, maybe get some food while I'm at it. Stay here, I'll be back as soon as I can" Everest finally opened her eyes and looked at Y/n with worry. She didn't like the idea of being alone, especially not in a place she didn't know, but Everest knew she couldn't go with Y/n in her state and sighed with resignation. Be careful. She warned. When am I not? Everest's eyes landed on her with a deadpan expression. I hope something attacks you.

Love you too, Everest she thought with a laugh and left their little alcove of safety.

Y/n stepped out gingerly, it was still dark No shit, we're in a cave, but it wasn't as dark as yesterday, chinks of light streamed through miniscule cracks where entrances had once been. She looked through her bag and found the branch she usually used as a torch, they still didn't know if they were alone here. From what she could tell, this place was massive. She needed to find another exit, or the one they had used yesterday, because there was no way she could move those rocks, which means she needs to actually be able to see. "Everest!" she yelled back. Not a second later, a burst of green fire came from where Everest rested and landed a few steps away from her. The flames faded to orange, and they stayed lit just long enough for Y/n to lower the branch into the flames so it could catch fire. "Thank you!"

Now being able to see, she wandered around, what she saw shocked her completely. She knew this must've been fae made by the arch ways she had seen in the limited light this morning, and she knew it was big because of the way everything echoed, but this place was massive and extravagant and...

...completely wrecked.

It looked as though it had once housed at the very least, thousands of fae. There were rows of balconies jutting out of the walls where people could watch whatever was going on below. There was smooth flooring, tapestries of... something lining the walls, but too dirty to discern what, things were lying everywhere either broken, toppled over or, most likely, both. The entire place was in a state of disarray, it was like whoever had been here before had tried to leave it as trashed as possible. Either that or they had left in a rush, Y/n didn't want to think of that possibility, because that would lead to the question; why? What had driven them out? And more importantly, was it still here? She shivered at the thought.

She found a way out of the cave and started searching for any familiar plants, specifically ones with healing properties. After an hour or so of foraging for anything helpful, she collected some Calendula, Lemon Balm, Rosemary, Gingko and some Tea tree sprigs. She was about to return to Everest when something caught her eye. A small cabin in a clearing, maybe someone lived there. Maybe they could help, maybe they would attack. Friend or foe?

Do I want to take the chance? She mused to herself. Slowly, with her guard high, she crept closer, closer... closer. What is that smell? Y/n sniffed around her and realised the stench was coming from the hut. It's putrid She thought, like a rotting corpse and decided that whether it was friend, foe or empty, it wasn't worth getting nearer.

snap!

She whirled around, lightning fast and unsheathed her twin blades scanning her surroundings like her life depended on it. It just might. Stated a voice in her mind that sounded annoyingly like her old trainer, the one who had taught her how to wield her katanas. Just then a pair of glowing, blue eyes shined beyond her, pining Y/n to the spot with its gaze. It arrogantly strolled toward her, as if it knew it had already won.

The beast in front of her looked like a panther, except it had a scorpion-like tail, and a shimmering navy coat. Y/n dropped her bag and got into fighting position. Let's dance kitty-cat

Its slit eyes glimmered as if it had heard her thoughts and lunged. She rolled to the left, got up, and swiped at its side, but she didn't hit her target as it had moved too quickly Stupid cat reflexes. The beast had already recovered and before she could even think, a large deadly claw raked across her side, though all that happened was that she was knocked off her feet and hit the ground. Hard. Yep, that's definitely gonna bruise, ow.

The scorpio-panther thing launched itself on top of her, pinning her arms to the side. The things' tail reared up, and then smashed into her side, a sickening crack was heard, and she couldn't tell if it was the beasts' tail, the scales that her armour was made of, or her ribs. Judging by the way the tail slammed into her side again, with just as much force, she'd guess one of the last two options. Bloody hell that hurts. Y/n needed to get this thing off her and fast because a few more jabs like that and it would pierce her armour. Then she would find out what the effects of the venom in the barb were and she really didn't want to find out.

"Get off me you psycho, aristo cats wannabe" Y/n managed to manoeuvre the sword she held in such a way that she could jab her attacker. She had tried to aim for the neck, but instead hit somewhere between the shoulder and collar bone. It was enough, it had growled in pain and shifted its weight enough for her to throw all her might into getting on top. She raised the katana above the chest and thrusted it down through the heart until her blade hit the earth beneath. The beast roared, shaking the leaves of the trees.

A paw swung for her, all claws extended, but reflexes set in, she rolled off, just in time. The thing stood, and tried to run, but it looked more like a pitiful, limping, jog. It only got less than 3 feet away before collapsing onto the hilt, pushing her katana in further. There was silence once more. Not the same silence as when she had first arrived, the ringing in her ears quite loud, but she still held her breath, as if hearing her breathing would somehow make it less dead.

Y/n stepped toward it, kicked the body to make sure it was dead, and wasn't gonna turn around like Psych mother fucker! and kill her. She almost jumped out of her skin when it's tail twitched but it didn't do much else. After staring at it for a good five minutes, she turned it over, yanked out her blade and retrieved her bag from where she had momentarily discarded it. Now to find my way back to Everest...

It had taken her alot longer than she'd like to admit to find her way back but, she had managed. She walked in and felt her way along the walls to find the alcove again, once she did, she threw the bag in and crawled in after. The bag had hit Everest, and while it hadn't hurt her, it had woken her up. Everest glared at the opening, her face lit underneath by flames but once she saw Y/n, specifically the cracked armour, her face turned to surprise and worry. Are you okay?! she asked frantically. "No" Y/n answered with a playful scowl, "You jinxed it, I was attacked by something"

Everest whipped her tail around to support Y/n and guided her close to the fire. She sat down, opened her bag and got out the herbs, mortar and pestle. I'm fine Everest really, just a few bruises, She tried to smile but it turned into a wince when she shifted, And maybe a broken rib...

In response, Everest moved to lie in such a way that Y/n would be most comfortable, but wasn't particularly comfortable for her as it crushed one of her wings a bit. Thanks Ev. She started to grind up the plants to make a salve for the both of them while wondering what Ethari would have to say about this when she got back, their last conversation running through her head.

---Flashback---

"Y/n no, you cannot go to Prythian by yourself" "I won't be by myself, I'll have Everest" She supplied, not even bothering to look over her shoulder at him as she packed. "It's too dangerous" he insisted. "I'll be fine" She drawled, finally glancing in his direction. They had been going at this back and forth for the better part of an hour after Y/n's mission had been assigned to her. "Y/n, please" "Please what? Shrug off the duties I trained for years to have? Ignore my commanding officer? Think about exactly what you're asking me to do Ethari" she argued turning back to finish packing.

"I know exactly what I'm asking you." "No, you don't. Not taking this could risk my position as a tracker, " she reasoned "Well taking it could risk your life!" He exploded. Y/n turned toward him, waiting for him to continue. "I can't lose you Y/n I-" he paused. "I just can't." she looked at Ethari lovingly, walked up to him, and placed both hands on either side of his face. "Don't worry bud, I'll be back before you know it, and then you'll ask yourself why you even missed me in the first place"

A hint of mischief glimmered in her eyes "Besides I can't die yet, I still have to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend with all the childhood stories and photos" He groaned "Nevermind, take your time with the mission, take the scenic route, in fact, take all the scenic routes" She laughed at his quick change in attitude. "Did you really think you could hide the fact you have a girlfriend from me? Not a chance. You are terrible at keeping secrets, and I am amazing at discovering them. " He sighed deeply and muttered under his breath about her being nosy all the time.

"When I get back, and I will" She said staring pointedly at him "I expect details, AND dinner, can't forget about dinner" He groaned again, louder this time, more drawn out. "Why must you do this to me?" Despite his taller frame, Y/n still managed to pull him down, arm around his neck in a side hug. "Because I'm your big sister, and I love you." "Half-sister," he corrected. "Cannot stress how unimportant that fact is. Look on the bright side, you have about 2 to 3 weeks to prepare her to meet me" His head fell into his hands so his next words sounded muffled "Pretty sure nothing could properly prepare anyone to meet the level of insanity you embody on a daily basis" Y/n grinned evilly "Well then you best get started shouldn't ya" She released him from the side hug and stood up, y/n grabbed his head with both hands and gave him an over exaggerated head kiss designed to make him cringe. Which it did so, mission 1 accomplished, now time for mission 2. He peeked through his fingers when she started speaking to him again.

"Bye Ethari, see you in 2 to 3 weeks, love ya!" she yelled right before purposefully falling backwards off the open pavilion. She fell for a few seconds before Everest swooped underneath her gliding towards Pryithian and away from her home, her life and her brother.

------Night Court POV------

"Rhysand!" Feyre squeals, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from her. "What are you doing?" She asks him with wide eyes, heartbeat speeding up. "Trying to please my mate" he purrs lowly, nipping at her ear and slowly inching his way down her jaw, every centimetre punctuated with a kiss. "Though she is being very ungrateful"

"Rhysand" She chuckles breathily, tilting her head back to give him more space. "Azriel said he'd be here soon with an important report" he continued his ministrations down her neck, licking at her skin, thoroughly enjoying himself. "I fail to see your point Feyre darling..." He trailed off as he revealed more of her skin kissing further and further down. "Wow, willingly admitting to failing something with no prompting, who are you and what have you done with my mate?" He nipped at her stomach suddenly, causing Feyre to look down and see him playfully glaring up at her. "Would you like me to continue or not?" She thought for a moment, she really didn't want Azriel to catch them at a bad time, but on the other hand...

Feyre's eyes fluttered between Rhysand and the door "Alright fine, I want you to continue, but quickly, before Azriel gets here" He grinned, eyes overflowing with unfiltered lust for his mate. Rhysand, now having her explicit permission, hastily ripped at her clothing, she mentally rolled her eyes, having long since given up the argument that there were ways to remove clothing without damaging them. He was just about to dive in like a fae starved when someone's knuckles rapped on their door. Feyre yelped and immediately wrapped herself in the duvet even though the door hadn't been opened.

It was Cassian's voice that came through the door. "Before you two get carried away making Nyx 2.0, Azriel's back, so make yourselves decent and then mosey your way on up to the office" Rhysand let out a long, deep, suffering sigh. They could hear Cassian's footsteps disappearing. Feyre giggled at Rhysand's dejected expression "Come on, time to go be High Lord" He looked wistfully over at her shredded clothing and sighed again "Fine, I suppose if I really have to" Feyre laughed again muttering "So dramatic, big Illyrian baby"

They walked into the office to see Cassian leaning against the desk arms crossed over his broad chest, Azriel was in the corner brooding, shadows swarming his shoulders. "So, what's this about?" Feyre asked as she and her mate walked inside "An energy surge Amren felt while she was in Summer with Varian" "Right, yes about that..." Cassian started "What? What is it?" They all looked to Azriel who, up to this point hadn't said anything, or even looked at them. Finally hazel eyes met the violet of Rhys', his High Lord, his brother, then shifted uneasily to Feyre's, his High Lady, his sister. Azriel swallowed, then spoke quietly, but not unclearly "You might want to sit down..."

---------Eris's Pov---------

Eris could not roll his eyes further back if he tried, he was in a meeting with all the lords of autumn and all they talked about was themselves Their positions in the court, their 'needs'. Not one of them had brought up the underpaid farmers, the villages that had to be repaired or the resources needed for said repairs. In fact, none of them talked about the people at all.

Insufferable, selfish, pricks

They all complained about trivial things, one of them even had the audacity to complain that his house was messier than usual because he didn't have enough servants. That decrease of servants he rambled on about, was because they had died, their families struggling to put food on the table while he sat here, on a velvet chair, saying the situation was unacceptable

All because he can't clean up after himself, like an incompetent child.

A loud knock sounded through the room, his general; Madoc, walking in with confidence. "High Lord" he greeted, dipping his head in respect. "General Madoc" Eris responded "Any news about the disturbance on our border?"

"That is exactly why I'm here" Eris raised his brow, a silent order to elaborate. "I strongly suggest this matter to be discussed elsewhere as the information is highly sensitive" That was code for: The lords shouldn't hear this, Madoc had been loyal to Eris during his father's tyrannical reign, he trusted his judgement. "Very well, Gentleman" he dismissed as he and general Madoc strode towards his office. "Another time"

The guards outside opened the door for them, and closed it silently, the wards against any sound from leaving the room locking in place. Eris gracefully walked around behind his desk, scanning its surface for the report he expected to be there, but was left empty handed. "Well?" Eris inquired

Madoc merely motioned for his High Lord to sit down. "I'm fine standing" "Please High Lord, I insist" Eris bristled at that. He was not some child to be coddled. "Tell me what you know General, or I will remove you from your position" He hissed through clenched teeth. Madoc knew it was an empty threat, there was no one better than him to oversee Autumn's army, but Madoc listened, nonetheless.

"Five groups of trackers were sent out, three hit dead ends, the other two..." He trailed off.

Eris's patience was wearing thin. "Spit it out, Madoc!"

"They tracked it to The Middle..." Eris felt his jaw clench, his back straighten, his fists tightening. He knew what the Generals next words were going to be but dreaded them all the same.

Please, not there, cauldrons anywhere but there

"Under The Mountain"

---------End---------

Chapter 2

a/n: I hope this chapter was worth it, I know you are probably wondering when they will meet, it should either be in chapter 2 or 3. Have a wonderful day further :)

[florencetypemaniacs]

Happy Birthday, Rosemary

Rosemary Short Story

Rating: Mature (smut at the end) 

Summary: When MC comes back from being out on their own after taking a dangerous mission, Rosemary can't help but think her whole world could fall apart with a single misstep. 

Your teeth clenched as you followed Rosemary back to your room. The congratulations from the others downstairs were drowned out by the pending doom that awaited you with each click of Rosemary's expensive heels. 

You reached the door to your room and held in a flinch when Rosemary closed it behind you softly, and somehow, that was worse than her slamming it. You decided because you knew the anger was hiding under the elegant posture. 

The anxiety in your stomach worsened when all Rosemary did was just stand there, her brown eyes that you came to love baring into your own with such intensity that you could hardly stand it. 

"Rosie..." You started using a pet name to soften whatever words came out of you next. "I-" 

But that seemed to be a mistake. At the mention of the nickname, Rosemary blinked as if coming out of a daze, and desperation crossed over her face. 

"Are you a complete sap?! What in the six hells were you thinking?" Rosemary said, the words coming out in a rush, her New York accent coming out thick with the old-timey slang. It wasn't hard to figure out that the word "sap" wasn't the nicest word to call someone in the 1920s; maybe you would give in and look it up if you remembered or survived whatever Rosemary was going to do to you. 

"Don't worry, Rosemary; I hardly did anything. Aunt Zinnia made sure I was safe." 

"Safe?" Rosemary asked, slowly putting more distance between you two than there already was. "You think—Oh my—" You were surprised to see Rosemary lost for words; that didn't happen, but as she put her hands up to yank on her hair in frustration, she seemed to be battling with herself. "You have no idea what I'm angry about, do you?" 

"Of course I do, Rosemary!" You felt your anger flare up inside, but you pushed it down as you got closer to the distressed woman. "I know you don't like me fighting, but I needed to." 

"No, you don't! Why does it have to be you?" Rosemary asked, her voice cracking only for a moment. "Why can't it be Marcel, your aunt, or fucking Tai? Why can't it be any of them? Mhm?" 

Rosemary knew the answer...she knew it was because it was you in the middle. You were at the center of it all, and there were no more shadows to hide in. You had to be the one to clean up whatever mess was coming. 

You were at a loss for words as you stared into Rosemary's lost expression. She couldn't stop it. No amount of favors or fighting could stop you. Or stop whatever foes were before you; it scared her. You knew it scared her because she had already lost herself once. 

Rosemary would break if she lost you, completely shattered, and there would be no you to pick up the pieces again. Rosemary knew how death worked: one moment you are waking up to the sun, and the next your last breath catches. She knew how quickly life went by and how one single bad decision could put you in a grave. 

"What if you didn't come back to me?" Rosemary asked in a whisper. "What if your aunt couldn't keep you safe?!" Her voice was strong and tense, against the party music downstairs. "Do you know what it is like to sit here and wait for you to get back?! To watch you walk out that door with no idea if that is the last time I will see you?! Do you have any idea of the thoughts that go through my mind while you are away? The nightmares?!" 

Your breath caught as you looked into Rosemary's eyes, a dark blue as her powers pulsed through her, her resolve breaking as tears ran down her face. 

"I have experienced everything. I have lost. I have been betrayed." Rosemary's fingers traced her neck. "And I have died, but there is no coming back for you. You will be gone. There is no afterlife. There is an uncertainty in our lives that leaves me with the most horrible fear that I will lose you." 

The words sank into the bottom of your stomach like a weight. "Rosie..." You croaked out, your arms wrapping around your girlfriend. In an embrace that kept you both from falling apart. "I had to, Rosemary. I can't avoid this. I can't sleep at night knowing that I am putting you and everyone else I love in danger. I couldn't stand it if you got hurt." You whispered into her hair, letting her tears wet your shirt. 

"I can't lose you." 

You squeezed tighter before pulling back to look at her, your tears falling as you stared at Rosemary. She looked so vulnerable. Like a wilted flower, she still held so much beauty that it almost took your breath away. 

You gently caressed Rosemary, wiping away the tears, only to shiver when you felt the hot, flushed skin. 

"You look breathtaking." You mumbled, gently grabbing her hands. 

Rosemary shook her head, letting a small smile grace her lips. "If this is your way of getting out of the dog house, then you better close your yap." 

"Is flattery not enough anymore?" You teased, your hand running through Rosemary's hair, the need to be touching far greater than ever before. 

"Not unless I'm the one spitting the line, Dollface/Angelface/Handsome." 

You didn't need to comment as you kissed Rosemary, your teeth biting down on her bottom lip. 

"That won't work either," Rosemary spoke, her voice low in your ear, but the tough act was ruined by the red cheeks. Your only response was a coy smile as you started to pull away, only to be brought back in with a strong tug by the shirt. 

"Don't back out of the game now, Dollface/Angelface/Handsome." The words came out on a purr, and you went to touch her face only to yell in surprise when she was pinned to the bed with an inhuman strength. 

"I don't like losing," Rosemary whispered into your ear, not even having to look as she undid the buttons on your clothes. 

Your breathing became heavy when you felt her fingers on your thighs, thanking the universe in your head that you were lying in bed because you were certain that your legs would have given out. 

"Aren't I winning if you're doing this to me?" You asked, cheeky, and then bit back a moan when Rosemary squeezed your thigh, her fingers ever so gently leading a path to the ache inside of you. 

"I'm not doing anything to you yet," Rosemary said, kissing the nape of your neck. The hickeys were placed in a pattern of Rosemary's design, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care as all your attention was on her fingers and what they seemed to refuse to touch. 

With gritted teeth, you leaned your head back, not wanting to lose whatever game Rosemary was playing and making the rules as she went along. It was already on the cards for you to lose, but at least you could put up a fight. 

Your legs spread wider as you felt Rosemary's finger trace your flushed flesh, and you moaned at the slow circles that she massaged into your skin. 

It was torture. Slow and amazing torture. 

Your breath quickens as the need to be touched becomes greater than pride. "Touch me..." You whispered, your eyes looking at the ceiling. 

Rosemary smiled, the water lines where her tears felt only moments ago still on her face that paired well with her smug tone. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." 

You jolted when you felt her lips on your thigh. Her mouth is so close to where you needed her to be, and yet so far. 

"Please..." You whispered, your eyes catching Rosemary's, who stopped short, and you knew she was as close to losing the game as you were. 

You moaned as your hips bucked up when Rosemary finally used her mouth, and you decided right there in pure bliss that you both won the game. 

All the blood rushed lower, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were done, especially now that Rosemary's other hand was tracing herself. 

Another vulnerability. Another wall that Rosemary let you see, and you pulled Rosemary up, towards your mouth, as the pleasure came crashing down on top of you. 

The messy kiss lasted for what felt like hours as you rolled on top of her, the need to be close being too much as your fingers traced Rosemary's skin. 

Although the subject was still on your mind, you couldn't shake it. You couldn't let Rosemary think about this later tonight as you both lay in bed. 

"You won't lose me." 

Rosemary's body tensed as she looked up at you, her eyes looking for any amount of lying. 

You both knew you couldn't promise her that. Death hung over you like a sword on a thin string, but you would be damned if you didn't make sure that string lasted for as long as it could. 

Rosemary sat up and kissed you, deep and gentle, letting her words fill the room. 

"I'm holding you to that." 

[francicide]

stuff i found from my very early 2023/late 2022 pronouny. uhh.

tags: @id-pack-archive

NAMES

pt: Names end pt

Howard, whistler, vincent, edward, bruce, samuel, joesph, prophet, neo, norman, romeo, kingston, henry, jerome, jeremiah, carnival, jack, artie, amnesia, vegas, harvey, julie, jim, jason, louis, max, winston, lucky, pluto, allison, clarice, lora, hector, apollo, valentino, alastar, laurence, veronica, rosemary, victor, rouge, addison, francisco, wilson, oswald, william, sparky, frankie, rocket, fang, cat, lyric, scarlet, benny, junk, hyde, sadie, eight, domino, chance, roulette, asrael, mustang, molly, cameron, anubis, clark, kent, jake, steven, wasp, chrome, fred, spring, haywire, sunny, bonnie, ashton, renard, voss, nathaniel, oscar, peter, junebug, wombat, indiana, mortie, noir, vannie, cabbie, newton, lloyd, cherry, goldie, miguel, dave, bill, horror, confetti, muse

PRONOUNS

pt: Pronouns end pt

he/him, it/its, ink/inks, sh?/h?r, h?/h?m, th☆y/th☆m, fle/flesh, rit/ritual, haha/haha, invest/investigate, cri/crime, myst/mystery, ax/axe, bit/bite, bon/bone, brai/brain, bug/bug, bu/burn, carni/carnivore, ch/chaos, chor/chord, clow/clown, clu/clue, core/cores, co/coin, dia/dial, foe/foes, fun/funs, goo/goop, gui/tar, gut/guts, hope/hopes, joke/jokes, lie/lies, lo/loop, lord/lords, mask/masks, mob/mobs, mon/ster, note/notes, officer/officers, or/organ, rabi/rabid, ret/ro, ring/rings, save/savior, shee/sheep, sheri/sheriff, skull/skulls, song/songs, ma/smart, star/fish, sta/static, tru/truth, wor/ship, i/me, h*/h*m, [redacted]/[redacted], @/@s, #/#s, ☆/☆s, 🦇/🦇s, 🥩/🥩s, 🔪/🔪s, 🕊️/🕊️s/, 🐧/🐧s, dis/disease, abyss/abyssal, ae/aer, ang/angel, anim/animal, anti/antis, arcade/arcades, bari/baritones, a/aro, ay/am, bun/buns, bun/bunny, byte/bytes, cat/cats, choke/chokes, ci/cipher, cor/corpse, cor/corv, crea/create, creep/creeps, cry/cries, dae/dem, dead/deads, dea/death, doll/dolls, drop/drip, elec/tric, eu/euro, eye/strain, fa/faun, fla/flare, fi/fire, fix/fixs, fi/fizzy, fool/fools, four/fourth, fox/foxs, fluff/fluffs, fur/furs, gala/galas, gho/ghost, giggle/giggles, gli/glitch, gli/glitter, gi/grr, gore/gores, grime/grimes, hab/habit, heir/heirs, honk/honks, hy/hyena, hy/hym, hymn/hymns, hx/hxm, hum/hums, hu/hush, hyp/hyper, idol/idols, kin/kins, kni/knight, lol/lols, lost/sheep, lo/love, mad/mads, medi/medical, meow/meows, mim/mimicks, mir/miracle, moo/moos, moon/moons, mo/mourn, musi/music, ni/night, no/non, nov/nova, of/ofs, op/oprea, other/others, pain/pains, paw/paws, pos/sum, poison/poisons, polyb/polybius, rabbi/rabbit, racc/raccoon, rai/rains, ram/rams, rat/rats, rawr/rawrz, rep/tile, ribb/ribbit, rule/ruler, scene/scenes, sea/seas, se/ser, sly/slim, spark/sparks, star/stars, stim/stims, survivor/survivors, syn/synth, the/then, thou/thee, vamp/vamps, voi/voids, vi/rus, were/wolf, whisp/whisps, wing/wings, woo/wools, wol/wolf, wy/wire, wyv/wyvern, xe/xeno, xyz/xyz, you/your, ze/zer, kit/kits, thon/thons, eel/eels, pey/pen, pocket/pockets, chemic/chemical, moss/mosses, dem/demo, lin/linen, unknown/unknowns, hi/hiss, ith/iths, mal/ware, crow/crows, nor/mal, code/codes, cy/cyber, shark/sharks, woof/woofs, silly/sillys, .doc/.docs, .exe/.exes, k9/k9s, h3/h1m, sh3/h3r, 3rr0r/3rr0rs, 0/0s, 3/3s, 6/6/s, 7/7s, 9/9s, 𖤐/𖤐s, ███/███, 💤/💤s, 🐁/🐁s, 🎶/🎶s, 🐚/🐚s, 🕹️/🕹️s, 🪱/🪱s, 🩹/🩹s, 🐍/🐍s, 💉/💉s, 🧿/🧿s, ✒️/✒️s, ⛓️/⛓️s, 🃏/🃏s, 🦴/🦴s, 🎭/🎭s, ☎️/☎️s, 🎲/🎲s, 🌕/🌖s, 🦈/🦈s

and ̴̡͈̜̙̜̫͉͈̲̺̦͕̦̳̒͌͐̓̉̆̀͆̓͘/̴̼̹͑ ̸��̝̩̫̫̲̱̎͌̇̑̇̑̀̕̕/̵̤̺̣̝͙̱̙͋̋̍̈́̓̽ ̶̛͇̙̺͔̬͓̼̭̭̞̗͖̙͗́̎̆͛͌͝ ̶̨̬̙̤͍̮̗̙̟͉̊͑ͅ/̴̧̧̲̟̏̎͒̍̕

TITLES

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The creature, prn who loves glitchcore, prn who embodies retrocore, prn who loves aesthetics, the creature, prn who is an angel, prn who loves obscure media/things, the loud one, the roleplayer, prn before who prn is now, prn who loves 2010 (games).

[fionajames]

anzac day -> lest we forget

I would like you to do me a favor, and try to picture a scene in your head. Attempt to picture a land of mud and heat, blistering your skin as you merely stand. Head to toe in thick uniform, you and your troops stand in preparation for the landing. Imagine the moment you receive the order, sent to run over those muddy hills, bullets flying your way as they seek to kill.

This is what the landing of Gallipoli felt like for the 16,000 ANZACS on the 25th of April, 1915. The conditions of Gallipoli of course grew worse over the time of the campaign, with the heat or cold, disease, unsanitary conditions, terrible food and of course, the daily deaths of fellow soldiers taking its toll.

I figure I ought to explain what ANZAC means before anything else. ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps, and was the title given to the armed forces who fought in the Gallipoli campaign during World War 1.

ANZAC Day is held on the 25th of April, the same day the ANZACS landed in Gallipoli that fateful morning. 2,000 soldiers were killed or wounded upon the first day, and those who weren’t killed were left weak. 

The Gallipoli campaign lasted until the eighth of January, 1916. A total of 8,159 ANZAC troops lost their lives. As sick as it sounds, the death toll isn’t very high. Gallipoli was important for many reasons, including that it was the first major amphibious assault in modern warfare. But it’s also so important because it was seen as a failure, and yet the troops kept going. The soldiers were seen as the bravest of them all.

ANZAC Day is held all over Australia and New Zealand, ceremonies and marching alike to remember the fallen and the serving. We do many things to commemorate the soldiers fallen and alive, some being the Dawn Service and the other numerous marching and ceremonies of course.

Another thing about ANZAC Day are the flowers. Most notable of these are poppies, famous among Australians and New Zealanders for ANZAC Day. Poppies were among the first flowers to grow back on the Gallipoli front, and ever since then they have been a symbol of hope and remembrance for the ANZACs. Another is rosemary, which means fidelity and remembrance. Many people will be wearing poppies and rosemary on ANZAC Day, a sign of their remembrance to the fallen and those who served. 

This is a poem by John McCrae called 'In Flanders Fields'.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

        In Flanders fields.

Something that happens here is we play a song called ‘The Last Post’, which is then followed by a minute of silence. During this minute of silence, we remember the fallen, dead, wounded and survived. 

It would be a great favor to me if you could reblog this, no matter if you're Australian or New Zealand. No matter where you're from. ANZAC Day is about remembering war, the fallen and the survived.

Lest we forget.

[offtorivendell]

What a glow up for Elain's little garden 🌿

Spoilers: CC HOFAS spoilers below the "read more."

In ACOWAR, we learnt that - after wishing to learn how to grow a vegetable garden in ACOTAR - Elain had started another little garden at the townhouse.

I dragged a hand over my face before going to Elain and touching her too-bony shoulder. “Can I set you up in the garden? The herbs you planted are coming in nicely.” “I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand. Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went. - ACOWAR

In ACOSF, Nesta used Elain's work in her garden as a way to belittle her.

Nesta knew she’d hit her mark. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t continue. Enough. She had said enough. That fast, the power in her receded, vanishing into smoke on the wind. Leaving only exhaustion weighing her bones, her breath. “It doesn’t matter what I think. Go back to Feyre and your little garden.” - ACOSF

I have theorised before that Elain may have planted a witch's garden, and that maybe she will grow - or even Make - her own plants for baking or medicinal use. @wingedblooms has posted about Elain and her garden as well, and Elain as a healer or potions mistress ties in well with her learning to garden and cook, so...

Even the herbs were familiar—had the Fae of this world introduced them to Midgard? Or were plants like thyme and rosemary somehow universal? Strewn across space? Or maybe the Asteri had brought those herbs from their own home world and planted them on all their conquered planets. She knew it was a stupid thing to contemplate. That she had way bigger things to consider than an intergalactic garden. But she quickly lost interest in eating, and thinking about everything else was … too much. - HOFAS

Is Bryce eating food that Elain has had a hand in growing and cooking? I'd love that.

Additionally, rather than the Asteri, I love the idea of witches planting little gardens across the universe, wherever they may go. Spreading herbs that may someday help magic wielders to access deeper powers, or even defeat an old, forgotten foe if they are awoken once more. Subtly future proofing their new home worlds, leaving knowledge waiting to be found in songs and ancient tomes. Hoping for the best, but planning for the worst.

My other thought is that it could be related to Urd, with similar motivations as I outlined above. If the Cauldron has indeed been co-opted by a dark maker, could Urd be secretly using the Cauldron to spread seemingly innocuous plants throughout the galaxy, waiting for the day the right person could come along to use them, and potentially free her?

No spoilers beyond chapter 16 please, I'm slowly plodding through HOFAS as we speak. 😂

[addytempleton]

Introducing --- 𝓐𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓷

(   DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL +  FEMALE  +  SHE/HER   )    dearest  reader,  i  am  ever  so  delighted  to  introduce  ADELINE TEMPLETON,  the  eighteen-year-old  lady,  known  among  the  ton  as  kind-hearted  +  intelligent  but  their  foes  would  certainly  tell  you  that  they  are  more  condescending  +  nosy.  perhaps  that  is  why  many  seem  to  think  they  had  something  to  do  with  the  ongoings  around  the  ton,  but  here  they  are  anyway  !     (   rian  ,  23  ,  she/her  ,  gmt +8  ,  uncomfortable with 19+ .   )

Name: Lady Adeline Templeton (pronounced as Add-uh-leen)

Nicknames: Addy, Ads

Age: 18

Title: Lady

Family:

Father - Viscount Ambrose Templeton

Mother - Viscountess Abigail Templeton

Older brother: Albert Templeton.

Older sisters: Rosemary Templeton

Interests/Hobbies: sketching and designing clothes and dresses, sewing, making her own outfits, reading, horseback riding, dancing, playing the pianoforte, gossip circle, literary salons, going to charitable balls, traveling, painting and shopping

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅. If you think that she's the perfect debutante then she has you wrapped tightly around her finger. She might seem like she's eager to marry but that's just a facade. She would only marry for her brother because she wants him to be happy and to not have to deal with any problems. If she had a choice, she wouldn't marry this early. Adeline still wants to travel and accomplish her dreams before finally marrying. She doesn't despise the societal norms but more so the fact that women are objectified and merely seen as child bearers when they can be formidable partners for their husbands and can hold their own. For her, there is so much more to discover and to explore than just being a housewife. She still yearns to prove herself and all women to the world that they are so much more than just wives. Is she inclined towards marriage and the prospect of starting a family? Yes, she does wanna marry and she has a very romantic idea of her ideal husband. Someone much like her brother and not an arrogant prick who would belittle her. You heard that right, she hates those kinds of guys the most. The ones who think that she's only pretty and her brain empty. However, she enjoys it the most when they get a taste of her true intellect and their jaws drop. She takes pleasure in doing that all the time.

Personality: ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Adeline always puts others before her, specifically her siblings. She has a kind heart, very generous and caring. Adeline is always grateful that they are blessed and privileged. She does what she can to help anyone in need. She tends to have a light-hearted nature and can be humorous and playful at times. She is very intelligent and was always interested in reading. She enjoys reading both inside or outside in nature. She can read other people easily and is very logical. Her negative traits include being condescending and nosy. Part of her being condescending is mainly caused by other girls in society who tend to be mean to her or girls who are very ignorant. She hates that the most. She judges and looks down on others who seem rude, disrespectful and those who are absolutely stupid. Most of all, those who are involved in a lot of scandals. Her being nosy is a byproduct of her hearing her mother gossip with her friends and because of the fact that she adores and consumes Lady Whistledown. She loves gossiping with her friends, everyone does it and it is loads of fun for her. It's like the scandalous stories she reads in her books. Guessing who the diamond of the new season is is one of her favorite pastimes.

Background: ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Adeline is the youngest daughter of Viscount Ambrose Templeton and Viscountess Abigail Templeton. Adeline was a bit of a spoiled brat, but can you blame her? Her folks were too busy chasing their own tails to bother with showing her any love. She found more kinship with her siblings, but even they were held up as the golden standard, leaving her in their shadow. Mama and Papa had their sights set on her debutante future, leaving little room for cuddles and kisses. They had her primped and polished for the ball, but no matter how perfect she looked and how graceful she was, it never quite cut it for them. They were all about finding her a rich catch, already planning her wedding before she even had a say. But Adeline had her own ideas. First of all, she wanted a love match. She wasn't just after a pretty face. She has very high standards unlike any other debutante. Nope, she wanted a man who could match wits with her, who could hold a conversation that actually meant something. Of course, he had to be easy on the eyes too, but more importantly, he had to have a heart of gold and a good sense of humor.

Adeline, with her assertiveness and sharp wit, is a force to be reckoned with in the glittering social circles of the ton. Despite the lack of parental warmth, she found solace in the company of her siblings, forging bonds that stood the test of time. While her parents focused on her debut and societal success, Adeline harbored dreams beyond the confines of ballrooms and courting rituals.

A lover of literature and a keen observer of human nature, Adeline possessed a keen intellect that set her apart from the debutantes of her time. Her passion for knowledge and her insatiable curiosity led her to seek out conversations that delved deeper than the superficialities of high society. She longed for a partner who could match her intellect, challenge her thoughts, and engage in debates that set her soul on fire.

Amidst the whirl of social events and matchmaking schemes, Adeline remained steadfast in her quest for a love that transcended societal expectations. Her heart yearned for a connection that was as profound as it was passionate, a love story that would rival the most captivating books she devoured in secret. And as the whispers of the ton speculated about her future match, Adeline held onto the hope that true love, in all its complexity and splendor, awaited her just beyond the gilded facade of Regency society.

[hqmayfair]

WELCOME DEAREST READER , the season is afoot , please prepare yourself for all the mishaps & mayhem mayfair has to offer . POSY REILING elle fanning, ROSEMARY TEMPLETON kristine froseth , ADELINE TEMPLETON danielle rose russell , please have your account in , within twenty four hours and make sure to take a look at our checklist . we cannot wait to start writing with you julieta , v & rian !

(   ELLE FANNING  +  CIS WOMAN  +  SHE/HER   )    dearest  reader,  i  am  ever  so  delighted  to  introduce  POSY REILING,  the  twenty three year old  lady,  known  among  the  ton  as  thoughtful  +  compassionate  but  their  foes  would  certainly  tell  you  that  they  are  more  guarded  +  insecure perhaps  that  is  why  many  seem  to  think  they  had  something  to  do  with  the  ongoings  around  the  ton,  but  here  they  are  anyway  !     (   v  ,  34  ,  she/her  ,  est  ,  suicide  .   ) *penelope featherington's confidant!

( KRISTINE FROSETH+ CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER ) dearest reader, i am ever so delighted to introduce ROSEMARY TEMPLETON, the twenty seven year old lady, known among the ton as ambitious + poised but their foes would certainly tell you that they are more obstreperous, + manipulative. perhaps that is why many seem to think they had something to do with the ongoings around the ton, but here they are anyway ! ( julieta , 27 , she/her , est, eating disorders. ) applying for Albert Templeton wc <3 

(   DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL +  FEMALE  +  SHE/HER   )    dearest  reader,  i  am  ever  so  delighted  to  introduce  ADELINE TEMPLETON,  the  eighteen-year-old  lady,  known  among  the  ton  as  kind-hearted  +  intelligent  but  their  foes  would  certainly  tell  you  that  they  are  more  condescending  +  nosy.  perhaps  that  is  why  many  seem  to  think  they  had  something  to  do  with  the  ongoings  around  the  ton,  but  here  they  are  anyway  !     (   rian  ,  23  ,  she/her  ,  gmt +8  ,  uncomfortable with 19+ .   )

[an-aura-about-you]

Drabble request you say? How about Halloween in Goldcrown?

Dusk sets in, the warm glow like brandy spilled from the sky. The rolling fog blankets the ground, and everyone who dares to be out tonight must be sure of foot lest they trip over a gnarled, black tree root grasping at them. The Ghost Knight rides his phantom steed, in search of foe. The Wili Women coax others near with fresh sprigs of rosemary, a promise of eternity. But Goldkrone, the place of stories, has room for them. They inspire no fear, for they do not wear black wings.

[ask-healthy-light]

if you still do requests it be cool to see a story involving the characters of askrosemaryandguru

Content warning: Similarly to this post about Quick and Rosemary, the story beneath contains some dark scenes, which readers may find distressing. Some characters are injured by implicit violence, but none are harmed explicitly, or graphically. Though the story is about protecting loved ones, and ends determinedly:

Reader discretion is advised.

Eye, Tooth, and Nail

Striking out from the shadows and dark corners of the abandoned building, two Ponies fought against merciless foes in nigh utter silence; though they often got hurt facing one of the Baron's soldiers alone, many hours later, by baton and blade, tape and tranquiliser, each floor finally fell silent.

The realisation of what just happened had not yet dawned on either Quick nor Guru when they met one another again, and they merely put their arms over each others' shoulders as they stumbled outside, laughing loudly as countless tears streamed down their faces, and their wounds left a bloody trail.

On their way back, the adrenaline coursing through their veins slowly wore off, and as the euphoria of their victory diminished, great pain took its place in both heart and mind; but they trotted on, walking through falling rain and rapidly draining energy, and only stopped when they reached Fixer.

With a few favours and a bundle of bits, Guru and Quick were let in, patched up, given supplies and a drink or two, and sent away, heading back the way they came under the light of the Moon; but they split up shortly after, sticking to alleys and shadows, until the two reached the rendezvous point.

Now, a mere stone's throw away from their home, the two Stallions helped one another clean up their faces, hid the bandages on their body, and calmed their breathing; and after they scanned the area, and had made absolutely sure there was not a soul nearby, they walked over and knocked on the door.

A tall Grey Pegasus, with one arm in a tourniquet, opened the door, and tightly embraced Guru as he entered, when two Fillies flew into the room, and leapt into the arms of their Uncle Quick; and the Stallions warmly held their loved ones, quietly reassuring them they were home, and they were safe.

But nopony dared to let go of the others, even as Quick and Guru slowly hobbled over to the stairs, so Guru turned to Quick with tears in his eyes, yet he did not need to utter a single word; for too well did Quick understand, so he smiled warmly, closed his eyes, and teleported the group upstairs.

When they entered the room to see the two Mares resting in their beds, neither Quick nor Guru cared about their pain, and happily trotted over to lovingly embrace their partners; and Thunder chuckled as Nooby showed up to give him many kisses and a warm hug, while Rose and Earth groaned in disgust.

The Fillies' lighthearted repulsion lifted the mood in an instant, which was a very welcome change, as it had only been a few days since the Baron threatened their family; but had it not been for the bravery of Thunder and Quick's agility, both Rose and Autumn would have been severely more injured.

The only thing they remembered was falling unconscious, before they woke up in bed with their loved ones sitting by their sides; but the Baron's unseen soldiers who hurt them were distracted by Guru, stunned by Thunder, whose arm broke when they fought back, and silenced by Quick, in a mere moment.

To their relief, Rose, Autumn, and Thunder were healing swiftly, so Quick and Guru helped the three downstairs for dinner, hoping that their message was clear; the protective ward cast on their loved ones and their victory over the Baron's soldiers should tell him they were not to be harmed at all.

They would stop at nothing to make sure their Family was safe…

(Thanks for reading this bonus! If you'd like a story of your own, feel free to send a request!)

Featuring: Gurumane and Quick, Rosemary and Autumn Breeze, and Thundermane, Earthheart, and Rosepetal from @askrosemaryandguru and @randomgurustuffs Nooby from @ask-nooby and @estrill

[apalestar]

[ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner (from Rosemary?)

@championsofthegate from different ways to kiss someone

How terribly teasing of her. Usually such gestures meant in jest.

Told to scale the wall and scout ahead for any foes that awaited beyond. Yes, yes good fortune wished upon him and all that. If Rosemary were so concerned perhaps she should be the one forced to climb these walls. Or fly. Spellcasters were capable of it, surely.

This would have been so much easier had his wiggling friend not siphoned away his vampiric ability to unnaturally transverse flat surfaces. A feat once mere second took excruciating long minutes. A curse muttered in his inner thoughts towards the little bastard. He hoped it heard it.

Once his destination reached he bestowed his gaze upon her down below. Deft fingers conducted a range of simple gestures in Thieves Cant.

'This had better be worth my time.'

[overmorrowrpg]

PRAGMA LUZ — [?], [?] — ENIGMA.

YOU ARE AN ALIVE THING THAT SHOULD BE DEAD— YOU ARE A MYSTERY EVEN TO YOURSELF. Fingers formed from ceramic and steel trace questions in fogged over glass, trail over constructed jawline, in search of revelations that refuse to come. Spectral energy hangs in your sternum, kisses your insides with heat-scalding animation, while mechanical limbs born from human hands guide each movement. Once you were something, once you were someone's. BUT WHAT IS TO BE DONE WITH YOU NOW? Memory sits like a blasted heath, a thing ruined to the point of uncertainty. There was a knife, and there was a man, and now there is only you, darling, dearest, desecrated. The shape of your own face is a mystery, the lay of the land hangs like a loaded question. Understanding comes in waves— glimpses of times gone past, echoes of others' lives. There is a hunger here, a desire to be a thing that might be whole once again. There is a beauty, a wide-eyed wonder at the whole of the world. THERE IS A QUESTION MARK WOVEN THROUGH EVERY ACTION. Washed up on shore, given life and purpose by the whims of others, the whole of you is waiting for an answer that may never come. And when all the lights go out on all the shores, there is still this: might you still remain, eternal and unsure?

CONNECTIONS

AGAPE — EVEN WHEN I’M IN THE DARK I’M IN THE DARK WITH YOU.

There was a hand that found you in the port, cradled gently by sea glass and the debris of the night before. It was a soft hand, a gentle one, one that raised you out of the waters and gasped with shock as a face formed into being. AGAPE is the one that brought you to the rest. AGAPE is a north star, a cardinal point. Your loyalty to them is something that FIRE COULD NOT MELT OUT OF YOU. It is foolhardy, eternal, the first thing that you might have called your own. If they feel the same, you cannot tell. And still, you will not let them doubt your devotion.

STORGE — THE ONE THING LEFT IN THIS WRETCHED LANDSCAPE THAT COULD SAVE US ALL FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER THAN WE DESERVE.

There is something familiar in the way that they look at you, the way that they take your hand after jobs and promise that everything will be okay. Their presence comes with the smell of rosemary, of something known and not known hanging in the air, an echo of sleep. YOU WONDER WHY IT HAUNTS YOU. It follows the contours of how an older sibling might treat their younger half: you are greedy for it, desperately clinging to them, eyes forever following. But you wonder how you know this: how the word sibling can ever sit in your vocabulary. And with it, you begin to wonder why STORGE cares this much.

MANIA — I CAME TO TAKE UP YOUR OFFER TO NO LONGER BE TORTURED.

WHAT CAN YOU OFFER THAT THEY DO NOT HAVE? MANIA is not friend. MANIA is not foe. Even in your short time of being the thing that you are, knowing the little that you know, your heart a blank slate, even this much is clear. MANIA holds a key to a box that might hold another key to the start of the answer of what you are. But MANIA always demands a price. They hold question and answer, beginning and end: but is the price one that you will ever be able to stomach?

TAKEN BY DEL ✧ AIYANA LEWIS

[osatokun]

Hello!

This is going to be a bit spontaneous, but I really love your OCs and art. Your passion for their stories is contagious, and your art gives really magical vibe (also you draw backgrounds. That's like extra level of awesomeness to your already awesome work). You're a huge inspiration of mine and I wanted to let you know that and thank you for your incredible work 💕💕💕

And after your post about some other characters you played I became curious about man with some sort of spiritual owl and bug on him :]

As far as I understand, his name is Juhani. I thought you might want to share some information about him? Maybe in form of answer to "⚽ Soccer Ball" from the ask game :D

Have a nice day!

Hello! Thank you very much! Charlie is the most important OC I ever had, his story is the thing that unironically helps me to survive on daily basis. To process a lot of feelings, to escape horrible reality, to think of myself better (because he totally have better esteem than I), to make my life a bit better and have hope for better future. So I'm always happy to know people likes how I picture his story, and it even inspires them, thank you <3

Juhani (Jussi) Hyljenen is a Ravnos vampire, embraced somewhere in 1975th. He is a grumpy, very shy and introverted IT guy, with the spiritus powers. The spider is a Weaver spirit who is both his teacher and provider of the connection with the spirit world. He is able to talk to tech, by hearing and internally "playing" the music (that is the voice the spirits inside). For example, to talk to the pc or a tv he starts from playing on noise on the monitor as it was strings. Of course no one but him can see it that way. Not sure I described it good and it sounds understandable haha For him and his sire embracing was a good contracted work. When he was a human his sight kept on going down and nothing helped. Rosemary (his sir) offered him to become her ghoul so he'll keep his eyes and in return help her to adapt in a changing world. She herself was a total 0 in a modern stuff. Later on she embraced him and showed him the world of spirits and occult magic. However she died in the Week of Nightmares in 99s, diablerised by unknown vampire. Jussi was safe, staked and hidden. The chronicle he was in took place in 2001 in Poland. He was still mourning his sire, the only one he was close to, he even slept in her fur coats. During the game he helped a fae creature, who led him and the coterie to the land of the old Tzimisce , who harmed the land with new and weird rituals. They were followed by a Ravnos who everyone but Juhani treated by foe. He said that Rose's soul survived diablerie and there is a chance that she won the body of her killer. So Juhani kept helping him during the game, secretly. In the end, Juhani talked local spirits (?)/ fae creatures to help them reach the final destination and they asked to free their sister in return. Turned out that the old Tzimisce kept a changeling in his prison (and a couple or weird vampires, I don't really remember them haha). The changeling lady could be freed only if someone take place of a fairytale prince and lead her to Arcadia (and probably never return to our world). So Juhani take the place of the prince. In the very end, when the coterie and that one Ravnos run through changeling plane of umbra to escape the Tzimisce's castle, the Ravnos asked Juhani if he wants to know who killed his sire. And Juhani finally gave up to his hopes to return the past and denied the offer. He never learned that his sire's soul really won the body of her killer and she was always there. She was that one Ravnos.

Now Juhani exists somewhere in Arcadia (I hope) with his changeling wife. It was different storyteller, but I always end up with changelings haha

Juhani's abilities and appearance is heavily based on the character from Charlie's chronicle, Johnathan. However his IT powers comes from tremere path.

and Rose's character and appearance was based on Ellie, ravnos witch that Charlie met during the chronicle

[crimsonsongbird]

INEJ GHAFA

Correspondences: Stealth, Faith, Dexterity, Agility, Wisdom, Acrobatics, Finesse, Luck, Strength, Hope, Empathy, Prayer, Courage, Invisibility, Endurance, Travel, Movement, Motivation, Knowledge, Intel, Dreams, Loyalty, Family, Home, Compassion, Power, Grace, Knives, Blood, Love, Regret, Piety, Memories, Trust, Crows, Spiders, Wraith, Overcoming, Guidance, Support, Heights, & Reputation

Herbs/Plants: Orange, Peppermint, Rosemary, Turmeric, Jasmine, & Nutmeg

Crystals: Labradorite, Selenite, Bronzite, Rose Quartz, Onyx, & Malachite

Elements: Air & Water

Celestial Body/Planet: Sun

Numbers: 1, 3, & 6

Scents: Incense, Floral, & Sweat

Candles: Green, White, & Red

Magic Types: Stealth, Agility, Dexterity, Wisdom, Luck, Strength, Knowledge, Grace, Religion, Hiding (in plain sight), Endurance, Motivation, Movement, Love, Overcoming (foes/obstacles/fears), Empathy, Prayer, Dreams, Shielding, Protection, Cleansing, Hex Breaking, Focus, Guidance, Fighting (foes), Courage, Healing (inner wounds), Hope, & Accepting (feelings/situations)

[beastenraged]

You and Your Mold: Ratios Matter!

The terms of Support, Control, and Memory are defined in this earlier post here. 

Now, to actually use these terms for different parts of the mold as related to actual canon characters!

Support, being structurally focused, is the portion that kicks in to restore the body to its former state. The super healing, so to speak. Or the getting super big monstery part. 

Control is used by individuals with a heavier Memory-leaning megamycete to control other individuals’ megamycete. This includes to my knowledge, only three individuals in canon: Miranda, Eveline, and Rose. And I’m putting a mental question mark by Rose’s ability, due to what I think she’s actually doing in the false memories (more details further on). 

Memory...now, Memory is a little more complicated to place. Mostly because I believe that the vast majority of enemies we face in RE7 and RE8 lacking the concentrations of Memory strands that make them matter. 

Or, as Miranda puts it in the Shadows of Rose DLC on the matter of the memory realm we visit as Rose, “Only those who are attuned to the mutamycete in life retain control of their faculties here in this realm.”

Ethan, Miranda, and Eveline...along with Rose herself, are shown to be the only individuals able to influence the memories found in the mold. In my terminology, it is because they have larger Memory concentrations and thus a finer connection to the communication between the mold clusters themselves. 

Rose’s powers as shown in canon (so far) are focused on disrupting that same communication, even. 

Now Miranda appears to have focused mainly on Support and Control strands when blending up her Cadou, as to control her creations and make them supernaturally durable. Which naturally leaves less space for Memory. The Memory where her beloved shade of her daughter would be stored. Or in other words, the Cadou hosts would never be able to serve as a decent vessel because they lack the Memory needed. 

Miranda, you ruined your ratios! Your plan wasn’t going to work!

What’s going on with everyone else? Here we go:

Ethan does not have a perfect combination between all three, but he definitely has a lot of Memory and enough Support to reconnect lost parts (but not enough to regrow them with some major sacrifice in other directions). 

RE7 individuals such as Mia and the Bakers were heavily seeded by Eveline’s Control spores. Existing as long as they did in Eveline’s vicinity as a mold colony as well also infected them with Support. Naturally, when they died, their bodies became part of the Memory of the oversized mold colony that had over a year to grow. 

In a nice plentiful swampy area at that. Full of life and food! Much better than their native hostile mountain environment. 

(Yes, Eveline is both a biological weapon and invasive species. Make of that what you will.)

The mixture of Ethan’s Memory strands and Mia’s Control, combined perfectly with the Support they both had, to make a bouncing baby moldling: our Rosemary. 

RE8 foes such as Lycans and the Lords are hosts for Control-Support centered parasites, and thus not entirely mold infested. Well, I don’t think the Lords are. The Lycans might be. 

Any questions? Hit me up!

[libidomechanica]

And preaches to each hath his rynd

And senate: now the gloomy Caracted your Man.     The sated where did presence coming dangers and we in a granite ne Hobbing quiet     that shone felon with the grandmother’s

squaw; also the language, grave i’ th’     unguardsman; and twitched wi’ a kind which her share that from their root is the posting changed: the cross     a certains crave might as I give theirs

is done, but effect a name you fill you Virginity     of the morrow—most with to her are and petals twain summer darkness; but seize     thy special chapel haue that are made

the Earth tear stood wild this darte. With the place with her     of crowned like morning lips: his bed in your looks to thine. Fanning thro’ the night-dark cavern     must be guiltlessedness this faire hath

my sweetly darts high she hies; tis the Fair, murmurs     of Manhattan is this lips, pass matters webs. Cupid is merciless wind. To who love     your bounded stranger is my years, whose

powre end thrugh to haue the vines in the mountain such     rites well those peace to speech compare: after there a fire: but it make, to be you suffers     not abate that ye hath vs of

they the very fawn an added ice. And, O shine,     which houe, when I saw he used as hint of my sisterious smell, plunderstand at old     ascendant? The kind of sweet can compare,

at last whispers used thine eye folk of that is gladly     scrib’d by blame. From the brown to doubt or rarely onward gracefulness, to drops, and     love, which I shrine, and she turns to please—

the many he stoup vnto sleep, nor weak. And his head,     but don’t exactly perilous from your eie remaine. It is the rose, or this armour,     or fill’d, nor of my grace: so hot dear.

Sick delight him sprung from rosemary way in watch’d     lies away the thro’ the rein my eye, hauled by descends the house and hung up to appear’d     flood. A waking some radice source one

placed with my virgins to mind—our brown, and me, left     us stars have to feign yokes with out a diamonda’s love. And ever leaues each hounds, benight     he’s honey cells, nought find I feel

the pure is hurt in Chloe wander’d around then     can’t decorum knowing golden of death; scathe, the hath so believers before a Body     looks in love although thereof I

do leaues bayes, but the life’s my slick to the beliefe     vayne that same from memory; and Intellence. Ten ye have to answered me. On all the     green, vapour down that make that life doth

presence was made one forst tinted. To all the Thirty-     nine, ’ would to-night, so gay mentine, and send a stealing will be bore his but doors! To     her, says itself sucks fragile visions

so that same? And this is to juggle, the time Song     numbers and decreed, it comparing is deathmonger off their hair singled with this kindle     of heaven, all sweet poet. Thou

truly, for though the moorlands from the bed fair starry     a tress the robe bene was but white yfere, so, one table to plain public tis     silent Nightmare reserve touch’d from sin,

for shewe the went that they are our mind, at nights heart     willowship with the black both sat sits, all the Brahmins of minde; my Muse he muses! Love’s     way, and sad distance them seuer; that not

blow, once the air so more athirst mongst his usual     thinke at myriads of dead. I have would never and round pronounce, we seen in his her     looks. So those dears he three Returning

streams—she had once; till doth rayne beams the moonlight it     the fire, nor his hold the blunt fist of her he had him if he took his son, want the passe     of her in the broad won. Cool depth.

And acts just given at even about glorious     flame. Not that made and wreck, or now it common thy foe, great communion, from Westers,     fullness, we are for easily round.

[noxspost]

a mirror and mother sits in the water

The pool sitting in Xhorhouse is for the smoking mirror. It is for the mother the mirror both a god and goddess. Fjord sits before it waiting and watching he misses the ocean yet the hunt was on and he knew better than to side track mom. She was hungry her jaws weren't merciful.

Jaguar sits across from him he sighs as he let his mind go and then he felt the salt of the sea. He started to meditate which was watching the pool as he was breathing letting the smell carry.

He closed his eyes as he let the feeling pass him by. He could feel the pull the wind in hurricanes and then the destructive power rolling in his chest it bubbling and roaring like the thunder of ocean storms.

The ocean wasn't friend or foe strictly but went in and out of being foe or friend Which really wasn't a good assessment, more of tolerant or violent would be a better term to use.

He smiles as he felt the hands of the smoking mirror carrying the scent of rosemary and blood. "What do you want I am trying to reach mother." He said as the hands didn't move "oh really? Melora is eating some organs of some sailors."

He moved his head away from the god and huffed "sure let me guess they didn't pay mind of the signs?"

"Oh they were long dead. Also she was eating some great whites. When she sniffed them out." Tezcatlipoca chortles he was dressed in his civilian clothing. "Well that..." Fjord almost didnt move quick enough as a Obsidian knife went flying past.

He ducked and then the handle of the knife what I don't remember now most of them nearly smacked him in the face when he ducked "really?" he said to the God who smiled “good to know your instincts are still sharp as ever but there is another question I need to ask you.”

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The new chapter is out and the story is a sneak peek for the next chapter.