#Yana Babbles

[ryuichirou]

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Some replies about recent posting, but also FINALLY some general twst-related replies! Musing about possible birthday cards themes, talking about Lilia's seiyuu spicy past work, discussing Ace being a little loser, twst boys enjoying others' tears, some elements of draconian anatomy aaand some other stuff that I'm forgetting,

Anonymous asked:

Sorry for bombarding your askbox with praise lately but I cannot help it. Your drawings are such treats to me LMAO

There's such few gidefellow in the world and I will gnaw on every fanart I see 💚

Never be sorry for that! Praise me more!! \owo/ Hehe thank you so much.

I am very happy you’re enjoying these two; I love drawing them a lot. It’s a shame they’re not more popular.

Anonymous asked:

Every time you post a woman, I am reminded I am no better than a man. Thank you.

Thank you, Anon! And I’m sorry for making you feel that way 😭 I feel the same way when I draw them… love the ladies…

Anonymous asked:

Girl, you know what i feel when i see those skin?

I’m cackling, thank you...

Anonymous asked:

Well it's good that Epel is in the clear but I felt that he might despise Vil for using his family apple juice as the murder weapon that could lead to his family into trouble. Sometimes I feel like if that Vil murdered Neige happened, Epel might ended up being upset at Vil given how deeply care about his family and their farm and he use the apple juice for a contest that Vil wants to prove himself. Ironic how if Vil didn't try to attempt on that, he could have won given how votes are almost tied and would have earn more votes if he didn't overblot which would made the VDC members not exhausted from the fight as stated in chapter 6.

Yeah, Epel’s feelings regarding this whole situation is an interesting topic, it would probably take a lot of time for him to understand what was going on inside Vil’s head back then, if he ever would understand that. He might also never forgive him, and forget pretty much everything Vil had taught him, but also start antagonising all the “girly stuff” more because now he has this negative association.

It’s also interesting to think about what would’ve happened if Vil didn’t overblot… maybe they really would have won, but also maybe Vil was already too deeply into his own head and wouldn’t express the passion needed for Rook to give him the vote. But anyway, even Vil himself accepted that it was his fault that they didn’t win, and that his overblot really exhausted everyone and made the dance worse.

Anonymous asked:

YOU SIR IS ON FIRE

Thank you!... God it’s burning!!

Anonymous asked:

You are really spoiling us with legs and thighs ☺️💚 Thank you for all the arts you draw 🫡

As you've said before 'peak male performance' So true btw

This also made me think(and hope) about ショタ birthday cards. I mean, it could be a great birthday series for personal stories (for me at least). I can just imagine funny and wholesome moments lol.

Sorry for babbling in your askbox lmao. This is just me huffing on copium fumes 😭. But I think Yana would get it though 😂

Thank you so much, Anon <3 I really enjoy rendering legs and thighs lately hehe, I’m happy you like how it looks! It really is peak male performance…

Oh god, that theme for birthday cards would be insanely fun… and it’s not entirely unthinkable! Maybe I’m huffing on copium too, but I know Prince of Tennis mangaka did something similar once, and Yana used to be super into Prince of Tennis in her pre-Kuroshitsuji days, so who knows.

I just wanna see cute designs..!!

Anonymous asked:

Hi, did you know Hikaru Midorikawa (Lilia's voice actor) voiced in a ridiculous amount of r18 bl drama cds both as uke and seme or are you normal? Anyway, for all the horny people out there, if you dig deep enough you can find dozens of them for free on old fujoshi blogs. This is the flilthiest and most absurd piece of knowledge I own and I had to share it with you thirsty weebs

Yes of course I know, Anon! I also know that he spent his active blcd years joined at the hip with Koyasu Takehito, so when we learned that he voices Sebek’s grandpa we completely lost it – this man follows him everywhere! Too bad they’re not a ship for us this time lol

So yeah, please, if anyone didn’t know about this, feel free to look it up, you should be able to stumble upon some interesting stuff.

Also also, Ace’s and Deuce’s VA also did a bl drama together a couple of years ago, and theirs was so popular that it broke some kind of record… because you know, woah, ADeuce fucking…

Anonymous asked:

I just wanna say how much I adore how you've made Ace a struggling failure of a top XD he just cannot catch a break ever and I LOVE it! Even when he does manage to make some progress (finally confessing to Deuce, kissing Epel) it's not satisfying (Rook popping in to ruin the mood, failing to make Deuce jealous). Please keep it up.

Thank you, Anon! <3 I love teasing Ace a little bit lol He has a lot of feelings and desires, and also a lot of inner conflict and wanting to look like he isn’t all that interested… One would say the universe would reward him for taking all those brave little steps, but somehow he really does always end up failing somehow… is it his karma for being a douche??

But honestly, I want to balance it up a little bit every now and then; I think even Ace-the-failure has his cool moments sometimes. Sometimes… But for every cool Ace moment there are a couple of moments of Ace wanting to be smooth but not being smooth at all.

It’s okay, he’s a baby top, he’ll learn…

Anonymous asked:

Azul would force his lover to deep throat his tentacles, just saying

Absolutely, Anon, that’s a fact, not even a question.

Anonymous asked:

I'm sure there's a lot of criers

Anyone who licks the the tears away and goes like "Hm, salty" or some shit

Absolutely, Anon.

I feel like every Octa-trio guy would do that lol Can’t quite put it past any of them. Azul, however, would drink his enemies’ (victims’) tears from a martini glass, he is more classy than those two~

I can also picture Lilia doing that, but to him it’s a much rarer occasion these days; he used to do it more often though…

Rook as well, but to him it wouldn’t be a malicious gesture, just a slightly creepy one. Whenever he sees someone crying, he genuinely wants to taste the saltiness…

And you know what? Jack. Even less malicious than Rook, just some intrusive thoughts winning over this pup’s mind. And his “Hm, salty” would sounds very earnest. Of course it’s salty, you silly…

thestarlightfae asked:

Do you think Malleus has nipples? He is a draconic fae. Dragon are famously reptiles which do not breast feed, and while I have admittedly not confirmed it I would assume that means they do not have nipples. So is it the same with Malleus? Maybe he tapes fake nipples on to blend in better with the humans 🤔 Food for thought!

You know it’s a good question because I know he probably shouldn’t, but I still can’t help but draw him with both nipples and a bellybutton. Like, Lilia is a different story, he is a bat and a mammal, but Malleus… on the other hand though, Malleus’ mom has boobs for some reason, so…

Now you made me think about Malleus having fake nipples noooo~ Maybe it’s magic.

Anonymous asked:

They say dragon have 2 dick. You make me think that malleus waste both his dick when he the bottom.

Exactly, Anon, this is the hot part!

I can’t believe I’ve never drawn Malleus with two dicks before… there is another character from another title that has two dicks (not officially, ofc, just a headcanon of ours), and he is a bottom to us as well, so Malleus should absolutely be drawn with two every now and then.

He could squeeze his man’s dick with his two swords, you know…

[yanachii]

tfw porn bots reblog your stuff.

[cursedpdfs-moved]

A lot of very good tinybastians this chapter

[grelleswife]

Comfort food for kuro

I loosely based the oneshot on this cute official sketch by Yana. ❤️💛

Really—those brutes in upper management were heartless beasts! How the hell did they expect a lady to function when they scheduled her shift to start at 8 AM? Which meant Grelle had to drag herself out of bed two whole hours early to ensure that her hair and makeup were presentable. More blood, sweat, and tears went into looking this gorgeous than most people realized. She hadn’t even had time to eat breakfast, unless one counted the foul, tepid coffee in the breakroom, though Grelle could only choke down a few mouthfuls of that swill before chucking her disposable cup in the bin with a shudder.

Her empty belly let out a growl of displeasure, and the reaper glared down at the official forms that littered her desk. This shite was astoundingly boring. Grelle loathed extra paperwork; a free spirit like herself belonged out in the field. That was where one could actually get the blood pumping! Preferably with a smidgen of slashing and maiming on the side, to spice things up a bit…

Another rumble from Grelle’s stomach, louder this time, and the goddess rose to her feet with a defiant “Hmph.” She couldn’t endure such deplorable conditions a moment longer! Non. This dire situation called for brunch, and Grelle knew just the person to accompany her.

The reaper glanced over to her right, where darling Ronnie snoozed at his desk (junior reapers often had seating arrangements close to their seniors for ease of supervision), too exhausted from a late night carousing at a pub in the mortal realm to keep his eyes open.

“Ronaaaaalllld,” she cooed into his ear. When that failed to elicit a response, she roughly shoved her elbow into his ribs.

“RONALD!”

The hapless blond nearly jumped out of his chair.

“Gah!!! ‘m sorry, Mr. Spears! I’m workin’, I swear—” he babbled.

“Come now. Don’t you recognize your senpai’s dulcet tones? It’s just moi, darling,” she tittered.

The younger reaper clutched his chest and scowled up at her.

“Geez, senpai…what was that for?! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Unrepentant, Grelle offered her kouhai a coy smile as she tilted her head.

“What do you say we get pancakes, dearest Ronnie?”

Ronald blinked drowsily while his sleep-addled brain struggled to process this unanticipated request.

“Huh?”

Grelle pouted.

“I’m ready to collapse from hunger, so I thought we could swing by that little café up the road. Grab a bite to eat.”

The mere thought of the establishment’s legendary pancakes made her eyes shine like stars.

“If Mr. Spears finds out we snuck off without permission, he’ll tan our hides!” her kouhai protested.

“Oh fie, Ronald Knox! Where’s your sense of adventure?” Grelle huffed, putting a hand on her hip.

“Left it in my other pair of pants,” he quipped. The cheeky remark earned him a bop on the head with a nearby pencil.

“How can you be so inconsiderate of a woman’s feelings, mon cher?” Grelle chided. “Besides, brunch is meant to be shared with friends, not on one’s dreary lonesome.”

Ronald scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“By ‘sharing with friends,’ you mean you want me to foot the bill, don’tcha, senapi?”

Grelle pleadingly batted her lashes.

“Mais oui. A gentleman should always pay for the lady.”

Just as her kouhai prepared to deliver another sassy comeback, he winced and rubbed his temples.

“Damn hangover,” Ronald muttered.

With a rueful, crooked grin, he admitted, “Well…maybe pancakes aren’t such a bad idea after all…”

About a quarter of an hour later, Grelle and Ronald sat at a cozy table for two, each reaper eagerly devouring a stack of warm, syrup-drenched, buttery pancakes. Grelle, who had put her bangs up with a red satin hairbow to keep them out of the way while eating, closed her eyes in rapture as she savored the fluffy, cloudlike texture. With every bite, her ire faded away, replaced by sunshine and contentment. Thanks to a strong cup of coffee (far superior to that cheap dispatch sludge), Ronnie had also perked up, and he smiled at his senpai as she daintily blotted her lips with a napkin, her plate clean except for a few crumbs.

Even the death gods could still partake of life’s small comforts.

[puckngrind]

Golf outing - V. Dunn

Warning: married to Vince have kids, super soft.

Word Count: 1,255 (short and sweet)

“Gentleman! We will be late if we do not get in the car now!” You yell up the stairs listening for life from above.

“Momma, we are coming. Just needs to add a few touches.” Vince’s voice echoes down the stairwell.

“Honey, I got the boys dressed what touches did they need?” You pinch your nose in between your fingers as you look up to see your husband and twin two year olds finally emerging in your view. Vince easily carrying both boys in one arm with the cheesiest smile you’ve ever seen across your husband’s face.

“The Dunner boys need to be stylin’ on the golf course.” Vince sings and you take in the sight of your three boys. Hunter and Archer now wearing coordinating yellow and blue caddy hats that look adorable with their Blues polos and gingham shorts that match Vince. “See Momma!” Vince steps down and brushes his lips against yours. “They look adorable and you look very beautiful, Mrs. Dunn.” He breathes into your ear and you feel the goosebumps down yours spine.

“Yes, Daddy did good with the hats. Now if my styling boys don’t get buckled up in their car seats we will be late for your work event!” Your eyes dart at Vince who has a smug accomplished smile he’s not even trying to hide pulled across his lips.

You make your way to the golf event. The boys babbling from the back and Vince’s hand gliding ever so softly over your leg humming to the radio. “Can you please make sure you keep track of both of them? BOTH, Vince. Two.” Your thoughts finally come out of your mouth and you hold up two fingers.

“Yes Babe. Sammy is riding with us.” His eyes dart to the mirror. “Did you hear that boys? Uncle Sammy is going golfing with us today.” The twins cheer from their respective carseats then Vince’s eyes move to you. “We will not lose one in a sand trap or water feature. Promise Baby.” Vince laughs and you gasp as he squeezes your thigh in reassurance.

Pulling up to the golf course you see the other Blue’s players getting out of their cars while Vince parks. “See Babe, not late.” He whispers and opens the door. Vince retrieving Archer and you Hunter from the back their little hands getting lost in Vince’s as he takes both of them and walks in. “You go enjoy the charity auction thingy that you do every year and we will see you after our round.” His lips catch yours and you feel the tug of little hands on your legs. Turning your attention to your boys you dip down.

“Babies, listen to Daddy and the team okay?” Both little heads bob in understanding. You kiss each on their chubby toddler cheeks and stand back. Vince’s lips puckered ready for your kiss. You giggle and kiss him sweetly. “Please be careful, Vi.” You whisper and he winks at you. The boys let go of his hands and take off for the sea of hockey players who seem to absorb them. The one thing you loved about this team was you and the twins were family. That was solidified the season when they were newborns and you refused Vince’s suggestion to just hire a nanny. The girls, you now considered some of your best friends, took turns coming over during road trips. Making sure you ate, showered, slept and had adult conversation that wasn’t about baby poop.

“The boys look adorable as always!” Dayna’s voice broke your thoughts.

“Yeah. Thanks.” You see Vince mingling with the team and others out for the charity event. Your eyes scan down looking for tiny legs you don’t see.

“Over there, (y/n).” Dayna points towards the golf carts where Ryan and Sammy are playing putter sword fight with Archer and Hunter. You laugh and scan back to Vince. His eyes now looking for the boys. His eyes meet yours in a slight panic expression and you nod in the direction. Vince spots them and jogs over. “First time they’ve been out with the team for the event right? Last year, I remember a sneaky Archer eating cookies in the corner.” Dayna signs at the sweet memory.

“Yup.” You laugh remembering the amount of chocolate and pure joy on your one year old’s face. “I wonder if two is too young? Maybe they should come with us?” Your eyebrows raise.

“You know the boys wouldn’t let anything happen to those two.” Yana’s hand touches yours. “Let’s go.” She pulls your hand and look back to see Vince carefully loading the boys in the golf cart.

The event was great. Spending time with the ladies was perfect. Catching up from the summer and discussing plans for the season. Your eyes float to the door as the first group of players start to enter. You then see above the adult’s your smiling, happy boys. Hunter on Ryan’s shoulders and Archer on Sammy’s. “Momma!” They said in unison and both wiggled to get down. You bent down to wrap them up in a hug.

“Did we have fun with Daddy?” You kiss at both of their wiggly faces and looked up to Vince. “Did Daddy do well?” Vince shrugs his shoulders and you raise up. “Golf go well? Boys did okay?”

“Golf was golf. The boys did amazing actually. Got some great video of them putting on the greens and...” Vince trails off.

“And what Vince?” You look down at your boys and pick Archer up. Vince scoops Hunter up without continuing. “And?” You encourage.

“And maybe we made sand angels.” Vince’s face squishes up and you remove Archer’s hat. Running your fingers through his curls you feel it. The gritty sand all throughout the tight twists that both boy’s got from Vince.

“Oh!” You shake your fingers through his hair and sand spills out. You reach over to Hunter who already has his hat off and do the same. “Well, I guess we are taking baths when we get home boys.” You look back up to Vince. You run your fingers through his curls too. “Really Babe?” You shake your head as you feel the sand in his curls.

“I’ll take a bath too.” He winks at you and scans the room. “Now where are those cookies?” Both boys squealed with delight as you both laugh. All three take off.

“One cookie each Vince! One!” His thumb reaches back as he weaves through the crowd after the twins. You cross your arms and smile then make your way towards the dessert table. As suspected each boy had a cookie in each hand. Vince had two sandwiches between his fingers and one shoved in his mouth.

“We’ve been caught boys!” Vince mumbled as he chewed.

“Maybe Momma needs to go find the new team nutritionist. I just met...” Vince pulls you towards him and you stare into his eyes. Lost in how he was making you feel with a crowd of people and your twins at your feet.

“You were saying Babe?” His hand firmly on the small of your back and his lips curled in satisfaction.

“Just give me a bite.” You winked and bite at the cookie in his hand. Vince laughs and kisses you.

“Let’s do our rounds and get these boys home. What do you say?” He releases you and grabs Archer’s now chocolate covered hand.

“Sounds perfect.” You wink taking Hunter’s hand and following Vince back into the sea of people.

[innocentbeing]

just some babble on my thoughts on that scene with paula talking to edward abt lizzie. literally i just put words down as they came into my head IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE UNDER HERE but its nice to put my feels down

also i kinda just went coocoo abt rciel/lizzie somehow (haha “somehow”) so like theres that LMAO

 hhhuhuuu ok first, we have “through the tears...” aka Lizzie’s hardships. first being the time lizzie lost rciel on the twins 10th birthday.. and the other being lizzie refusing to wear high heels to support ociel.

i just. find it so interesting that lizzie giving up her high heels is put here to show lizzie’s pain. it’s a sacrifice that she made for ociel.. but i never thought of it as a good thing for her. honestly, i don’t think we’re meant to think of it as a good thing for her here, seeing as paula equates it with lizzie crying. it’s pain she goes through for ociel, which he doesn’t even notice. not that it’s his fault ofc, but still. something to take into consideration.  

and it’s so funny to me how we get lizzie crying over losing rciel... instead of like, her being sad over her strength. i’ve always said that lizzie’s issue over what rciel said to her was never about how strong she was. it didn’t cause her insecurity problems with herself. what it DID so was make her worry that he wouldn’t like her or want her as his wife. and like, given that there is literally nothing shown about her being sad over her strength i’d say i’m spot on. what lizzie wanted most was rciel and her greatest pain was losing him.

moviiing on to “the smiles” ... which are all moments with ociel. (bc ofc, its not like it would make any sense to put random scenes we never saw before) but the dresses yana chose are so interesting to me... the first one is the one lizzie wore in chapter 2, her first appearance... and possibly one of the worst scenes for lizzie/ociel yet LOL. but whatever, i honestly don’t think that’s really important. the point is lizzie did feel genuine happiness with ociel, i think. that’s kinda the whole point with these pictures— its why lizzie was so broken up in ch144. as if rciel could merely be switched with someone who simply looks like him and she’d go on loving that person all the same. her love wasnt as real as she believed it was. 

while she thought that, it uses ch2 dress once again to represent ociel/lizzie 

i have to wonder, why THAT one of all choices? wouldn’t it be better to use the one she wore on the ship since they shared better moments together? isnt it more significant? even the one she wore when she went to watch him in weston would have been better imo shudji

i think theres a purpose for it. like, it’s meant to represent lizzie’s happiness with ociel i think. shes smiling, shes happy, all is well. but. let’s not forget what went down before they started dancing. i mean, you can still see the tears in her eyes for god’s sake

like, i think overall the real point is: yes, she was happy.. but.  ..that’s it right there LOL. there’s always a “but”. yes ociel [pretended to] forgave her and they danced and she was happy but he almost slapped her. but they were yelling at each other just like 10 seconds prior. 

yes lizzie tries hard to make him happy but all it mostly does is annoy him and make him angry. 

yes it was sweet that ociel took off his coat and put it over her shoulders but he literally forced her out of her clothes against her will. yes they both apologized for their faults but they couldnt get there until he got aggressive and lizzie broke down crying

yes lizzie wears high heels to support him but she would rather be cute, she’d rather wear high heels. (there was no “but” when it came to rciel. he said a strong wife would scare him and she went ‘ok, im done with my training. i never liked it much but i definitely dont want it if you dont want me. i will give it up.’)

what REALLY gets me is the next dress.. paula thinks of lizzie and the good times they went through together... and lizzie holds the easter chapter dress 

so we have the dress from ch2 and the easter chapter dress. THE EASTER DRESS SDHSUIJ i love the easter chapter sm

like ok. there’s lizzie’s big ‘ol smile ‘cause she’s so happy BUT.. (BUT!!) WE ALL KNOW HOW THE EASTER CHAPTER WENT DOWN. WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT ENDED

JUST LOOK AT HER

LOOK AT HER FACE. 

like, of all the fking dresses for lizzie to hold up and represent her “happiness” ayhduija LIKE.. THATS SO DELIBERATE. ITS JUST MY POINT. like, yes she was happy and she believed she was happy but was she really all that happy? i think there was a lot of pain that lizzie put a happy mask over and covered up in front of ociel. 

look how SAD she is over “ciel” misremembering the times they spent together. times she SO OBVIOUSLY cherishes very dearly. the way she thinks of the moments where something was off about him and how it hurts her. iT mAKES HER sad. THAT SAYS SO MUCH........ LIKE DOESNT THAT SHOW SHE CLEARLY KINDA MISSED RCIEL?? DESPITE THINKING HES STILL FKING ALIVE..... 

LIKE HOW TF DO YOU HAVE HER THINK ABT THE THINGS THAT DISTINGUISHES OC FROM RC (coughing/not remembering the egg) AND GET SAD BY IT..... AND WONDER WTF HAPPENED TO HIM..... THEN TRY TO TELL ME HER ASS ISNT IN FUKING LOVE WITH HI— SGDHUIJSSFD /kms  

like this is sooo a lizzie -> rciel moment.  like NO she didnt realize that he wasnt really ciel BUT she still yearned for the real ciel ANYWAY SHUDI. LIKE THAT ALONE... is like, for me, proof that her feelings arent just bc she was robotically conditioned to love him due to being his fiancée. like, if that was the case then she wouldnt feel sad here. she’d just happily accept any behavior from him because it’s not like it really matters how he acts as long as he’s “ciel”. 

like that what it LOOKS like she did on the surface but this clearly shows that she’s been feeling this way ever since he came back from that month. AND LIKE HULLO... THAT TRAUMATIC MONTH.. OFC HE’S NOT GONNA BE THE SAME AND OFC SHE’S GONNA DO HER BEST TO BE SUPPORTIVE AFTER WHAT HE’S BEEN THROUGH...  

LOOK HOW SHE CALLS HIS NAME IN HER THOUGHTS 😭😭

god, its jsut so deep SDGUHIJo LIKE when I first read the easter chapter I was like, “what??? why is she sad just ‘cos he didnt immediately remember some design of an egg... why is the manga making it out like its so tragic... wth does it have to do with that month.” LIKE I JUST THOUGHT THE WHOLE THING WAS DUMB LMAOO. and i was so disappointed too ‘cos I got super excited when she took off those ears while everyone was leaving I was just like “FUCK YEAH SHOW US THE REAL LIZZIE.. I KNOW THIS GIRL IS NOT HAPPY AS SHE SEEMS!! IK SHE DONT FKING LOVE HIM” LOL

BUT NOW WITH 2CT ITS LIKE.. SO FUCKING SAD.. AND TRAGIC. AND DEEP. AND NOT DUMB AT ALL SDGYSUHIJ. honestly thats why i love this chapter sm. i went from excited to disappointed to MIND BLOWN AND CRYING SDGUHI 😭😭 

LIKE FUCK.. EVEN WHEN REPLACED BY OCIEL LIZZIE COULD NOT MOVE ON FROM RCIEL 😭😭 SHE WAS STILL FREAKING THINKING ABT HIM SDGYUHSI 😭

i mean like YEAH OBVIOUSLY since she thought oc was rc this whole time BUT THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT SDYUHIj like she still thinks of real ciel like the REAL real ciel.. not “ciel who’s actually ociel” .. THE UNDENIABLY REAL TRUE CIEL.. “we spent so many easters together” that was rciel. “its your favorite kind, with the strawberries on top!” that was rciel. “i’m the kind of scary girl ciel hates!” THAT WAS RCIEL SDUHIJS. that one ESP shows how she still hangs onto things that rciel said because they matter to her and still cares about what he thinks.

ANYWAY, I love how she says “hey, ciel...” and she talks to him in her thoughts, in her heart. like, like, its so sad ‘cos the one she is talking to is.. gone. he is gone and she doesnt know but she still thinks of him and speaks to him in her mind and its jUST FUCKJGN SHDGYUHSIHDUYG 

IT REMINDS ME OF NANA... AT THE END OF EACH EP HACHI GOES “Hey, Nana...” even though Nana has left and is no longer there. 😭😭 that fucking “you are not here any more, but I still think of you all the time.” I FUCKING LOVE THAT SHIT 😭😭

one of my fav lines (i have so many of them) was:  

“Hey Nana... Not a day goes by where I don't wish you were sitting across this table here with me. I call your name within my heart… over and over again”

LIKE HULLO... IS TIHS NOT LIZ? LOOL. like imagine when she thought ciel died that month and she was just MISERABLE the whole time and yearning for him in her heart.. BUT THEN HE COMES BACK AND SHES HAPPY ITS GREAT ITS A BLESSING.. even though hes not the same BUT THATS OK BECAUSE HES HERE AND ALIVE AND THATS WHAT REALLY MATTERS but like. god its just not the same and she still yearns for him in her heart ; - ;

its so romantic 💕

[commander-spork]

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[kurtty-drabbles]

Postwoman au (Part II)

N/A: Something silly and uhm, world-building?

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @muninandhugin

Jubilee still recalls the famous wedding of Jean and Scott- and of course, Prof X confessing his undying love towards Jean. Jubilee still recalls how Ororo looked surprised because everyone was sure Logan would do this pathetic role- and Jubilee can´t help to seeth to the point she show her tongue - a real act of defiance - to an image of Prof X display in an outdoor. "Is he giving another interview about his undying love to Jean?" Jubilee asks shaking her head. Her cellphone rings right in time as two pixies are flying freely in the sky.

"Hey, just saw two pixies flying. You have good news or stupid good news?" Jubilee asked carefree as she walks along the street. The large demon-like figures- mutants or real demons. It became a taboo to even ask this question- are walking in slow peace and speaking in Latin.

"Oh, I got a job" Kitty explains easily on the other line. "By the way, did you cut your hair? Looks good" and Jubilee gingerly passes her hand over her now short hairstyle. And her eyes widen at that.

"Wait, you got magic eyes? I didn´t tell anyone...hell, I didn´t even post on social media...So...magic eyes? Yana will love, she joins the magic club and is ruling with an iron fist" Jubilee babbles amused. Her eyes now travel to a coffee shop and see some old witches - old as the white hair is the only indication, Jubilee is sure they´re people who would still consider them hot and would love to sleep with them- drink tea and chattering about old times.

"Jubes...I´d not have a magical eye...but I´m seeing your yellow jacket right now" Kitty replies again.

"Oh, my god! You´re seeing premonitions? Will I meet my Mr. Right now or  Miss. Right?"

"Jubes, I´m at the coffee shop!" Kitty explains and Jubilee looks right to see Kitty waving at her.

"I know. I saw your fluffy hair. You´re the only one with the fluffy hair here" and the call is canceled as the two women are now talking. The TV is showing once again the same story much to the dismay of Kitty and Jubilee.

"You think people would hate him enough to not want to see his face ever again" Kitty rambled to herself but Jubilee shakes her head again - the bald head of Prof X will never leave the news. And the media loves the story of a constrained love or unrequited love. Jubilee looks forlon thinking of Jean and Scott. ''how one deal with this with their sanity intact?"- and adds "the media loves the sensationalist. Bobby told me many journalists hounded his house making questions about, you know, the love affair"

Kitty frowns at that. "Poor Bobby. And poor Scott and Jean...have to deal with this...and people think is a love affair" Kitty and Jubilee are looking at the menu. Jubilee is now changing the subject- is not good to be angry with Prof X with empty stomachs- "did you get a new job? A magical one or a boring one?"

"Well, I´m working with Santa...so, I think is magic" and now Jubilee looks frightened for Kitty´s sake. Jubilee does not know how to be subtle and even if she knew...she would prefer to ignore it.

"Kitty..." her tone is low and direct as she looks side to side until she deems is safe to speak. "Are you Santa´s lover?"

"WHAT?!"

"Santa...dates anything and everyone...he even slept with Marrow last year" Jubilee confessed and Kitty is too deadpan at moment. She closes her eyes and tries to make sense of those words and from her life.

"Wait, are you telling me Santa fucks? Isn´t he married?"

"Gee, Kitty, you live under a rock? That marriage is over for a century"

"I´m Jewish I couldn´t care less for Christmas"

"Me neither. But I like the gossips. And Kitty...Santa fucks anything if you don´t believe...ask Marrow" Kitty vows to not ask Marrow about this. Instead, she says Kity only replies she believes- well, if Minotaurs can fuck...nothing more fair Santa can too- and tries to make sense of this conversation.

"Well, I´m a secretary and sometimes postwoman. I´m, technically, working with his assistant....Krampus. 6 months for now" and Jubilee stops smiling and looks at Kitty serious.

"Oh my god, Kitty...you´re working with Krampus"

"Well...is what I just said..."

"Kitty...he tortures people!"

".......what?"

_________________________________________________________________________________________

Kurt is drinking his hot chocolate- thanks to the chilly weather. This is the right beverage to spend time- when Santa enters into his study room. "Santa, do you have a hot date tonight? Another X-lady?" Kurt jokes and Santa chuckles and shakes his head.

"No, I´m here to talk about Kitty...your new secretary...what you really think of her?  You´re the only one who was against having a secretary..." Santa trails off and made a chair out of nowhere and sits to study Kurt´s face. Friendship is one thing, business is something completely different. "She doesn´t know anything about you..."

Kurt smiles amused. "I notice. That´ll be fun...so funny...when she discovered what I´m...if she discovers" and answering your question. "I think she´s a smart but naive woman. She´s has a good soul. She has flaws, she has virtues and I can only hope to see her lasting on this job for a while...she seems a funny one"

"Well, is all we wanted to know...by the way, changing the subject here. What do you plan to do with Prof X? Some of our patrons are wondering about that" Santa concludes and Kurt is mulling over.

"Do we know to torture anyone who makes a fool of themselves or anyone who tries to break weddings? Because that seems a cupid and his minions direction...not ours" Kurt completes now drinking his hot choco and Santa is stroking his beard.

"Yes, you´re right. I was just wondering since...you never hide the fact you hated Prof X"

And Kurt offers the most devious smile he can muster. One that doesn´t belong to his handsome face. "There´s always the tomorrow and Prof X did a stupid move where his adopted family now hated him and the entire world thinks he´s a horny asshole. His girlfriend leaves him and his school is no more...I think I´m satisfied...for now"

[lavampira]

pretty sure thaston internally screamed through this nightmare scenario? they just got engaged (and honestly? probably already eloped) with kaliyo before arriving on voss, where they had to go through with marrying into a family to continue the mission, and babbled at both kaliyo to reassure her that the voss wedding meant nothing and yana-ton to reassure her that she didn’t have to marry them despite her insistence that it wasn’t real. intelligence training didn’t really prepare them for Feelings ™ let alone this sort of thing.

[dxttore]

The end of the universe. 

It really was an end, more solidly than the exclamations of Martha and Jack to the lack of stars. More finite than the soundless expanse whipped by the whistle of wind over parched earth, was the stagger of time. Like the last agonal breaths of a dying man it lurched toward the end. 

Not an end, of time. It sifted forward and through, toward another beginning. A new start. 

The Doctor staggered, drug behind Martha and Jack. They should leave he knew, nothing awaited them here at the end of things. It was darkness and the nauseated now-to-come-not-yet-will-be of stuff with Jack’s vertigo impossibility crammed amid it all. 

His heart raced, even sightless he could see it, in a way. The time of it, how it looped and collided in ways the Time Lords had not fathomed for how could they? Beings who held dominion over this one absolute. This one never-ending. 

A shriek, a shout. They ran again; not in mischief but for their lives away from the scraggled sharp ends of too-short-time behind them. Little darts, an explosion there and gone in his senses - shorter even than the spark-flare of a human’s lifespan. 

More noise and then actual humans. Spark-flare always at the threshold of a blaze. They had gathered here, on this planet at the edge of the end in search of some place beyond. Some piece of that new time, that to come. The Doctor lauded them, laughed at them.

Stood in awe of them as Professor - only a pretentious title, he said, only a formality, he said - Yana. Fingers slipped over the impossibility of such technology. A new technology for The End. How confused the man was! Silly human, that the Doctor should  be blind. Not should, an accident, one the Doctor could feel bring Jack’s eyes to him at the reminder. He was better now, not great, but better with this half-sight that was not really sight at all. 

It was not nothingness and for that the Doctor could only be grateful. 

“But you can see something?” Yana insisted, perplexed.

“No. Not see, not like you humans. With my... well, guess you could call it a third eye.” He chortled a laugh, fiddled with more bits of wire. 

The sonic told him in a series of beep-blip nonsense that it was still - 

“It’s not going to work - not like this.” 

But with a boost from the TARDIS? Off he raced, chatter spilled from lips even when feet stumbled and slipped on unfamiliar terrain. Nearly dislodged several cables but it was all fine! The rocket was set to launch, to ferry six-million humans to some new uncharted future. 

Professor Yana, bless him, could come with the Doctor. How else could he repay such mettle? 

Ha.. ha  h a h a

Of course it was the Master. Who else? Who could lose themselves at the end of the universe and stagger back again. Not that the Doctor hadn’t known. Not really. He suspected when Yana mentioned the drums.

You Are Not Alone, indeed, bloody Face. 

Now they were on Earth with no idea where to look for the master and only a botched blur of time fogged and distorted across his vision. Earth - so vibrant to the eyes, now near overwhelming. The Master’s presence in time would exist differently than humans, but first the Doctor had to find him and how was he to do that? With Jack and Martha a babble of noise at his shoulder and hopeful apprehension in his gut. 

Experience said this would end with disaster, but those long-ago memories of Koschei and Theta ever gave him hope. For this incarnation held more tightly to those bonds than its predecessors. 

This dilemma, it would seem, would be solved for him in the clandestine messages of one Harold Saxon, Prime Minister of Britain. 

[kings-muse]

plague-of-insomnia

The most important part of the chapter Agreed! Was...

@kings-muse I’ll babble with you… I am such a sucker for Seb’s black nails idk why

Same here, my friend. I’ve always loved black nails on myself and others. Yana-sensei was so clever making that a part of Sebastian’s aesthetic. I love the fact that his disguise is almost perfect except for an occasional flash of crimson in the eyes, and his beautiful hands. He’s sexiest when his facade slips a bit. 

[yanachii]

Got tagged by vampirezelda (it won’t let me tag you :’c ), but I guess this is a phone screenshot sharing thing??

My lockscreen and wallpaper (not that you can really see much of it with the app icons blocking so much...) are both from my favorite artist, dappermouth - which both images can be found in their post here: Wallpapers and Lockscreens (I’m hoping to get a print of these two pieces [and pretty much of all their art] when I can afford it).

And as for music, I tend to just put on chillstep stuff and let Youtube direct itself, which has lead to a lot of synth lately. I prefer lyric-less music when I’m working.

As for tagging... uuuh. If any of y’all wanna do it, you can consider this as me tagging you? Lol

[furasims]

[later that morning, at Pugs Mugs Café]

Yana: “Oh sugar! I forgot the space launch...Heb will kill me!”

Ophelia: “...space launch? What are you babbling about Nana?”

Yana: “Nothing, I’m cool. I’ll talk with her later, now I’m starving...”

[read Rock’n’roll gen from the start]

[tangablesadness]

The Appointment: Part One

So @writing-prompt-s created a list or story prompts that would make you cry. I decided to fill number 18:

A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer

Part One of the story, just a little something to get better at writing.

  Back again here, dark and gray walls with pristinely cleaned floors and shelves. To clean really, to my parents dismay I always enjoyed a bit of a mess, a pile of things strewn about. It made me feel more normal. Most days.

The sunlight glowed through wide windows on the right side of the corrider, helping the balloons and colorful stripes help give off a more cheery atmosphere. Not that this place ever deserved that, but it was good for the younger ones to have hope, they are still to naïve to loose theirs.

I placed myself on one of the hard base chairs by the door with Dr. Yana pasted on the front in gold plaque. With ear plugs turned up till the guitar lines were screaming to the middle aged woman next to me, I calmly watched the bustling crowd trying to guess who was on death row today. The thought made me sick of my own emo shit and I decided just to tune the world out instead.

I sighed in boredom 20 minutes later, almost ready to angrily storm out of the place. Proud brown eyes flashed in my mind's eye and I decided to take a walk instead. I lazed through the busy bustle, hearing screams and crying, turning up my volume in turn. I watched the child have tantrum in the next room I looked into, a crying parent in the one after, a young women sitting next to her teenage daughter in the next. I paused at the sixteenth door in, watching the dark room as a young girl lay in a hospital bed, head gleaming in the few sparks of sunlight and eyes confused.

I was intrigued. It technically wasn't my business, but I was just about to make it mine. I might as well see someone else die.

I stepped in, the child peeking up from her perch and then folding in on herself. Thankfully I didn't have to deal with any sort of screaming, it wouldn't look to good to have us alone together on my part.

"What is your name?"

"I am not supposed to talk to strangers."

"Well you already broke that rule didn't you?"

Something in me, some working conscience or whatever, jabbed at me to leave this child alone and figure her things out in peace. I was to complacent at the moment to give a damn though, so I reached out and poked her side, lifting an eyebrow as she squirmed and almost fell off the bed.

"Let me say that again Mister, I wouldn't want to talk to some so mean."

She gave me a spare glance of green eyes, the color tugging at my heart strings, her frail body shaking in either cold or grief. I sat down on the edge of white sheets as she opened her mouth again, seeming to grow paler by the moment.

"Your an old man right?"

I grumbled to myself. She smirked and I eyed her warily. She has a spicy attitude for someone who couldn't be more than eight.

"15 going on 50 apparently."

Her face turned cautious in a way a child's shouldn't be.

"I heard adults are really smart you know? My mum knew everything, she is a paper writer who used to create all these cool stories about revenge and blood and stuff. She wasn't able to use a pen much when she moved though, but that's okay, she would share a lot of them with me instead."

I had to admit something warmed in me at her ramblings, I missed my own kaa-san, she never came home anymore.

"So you see you must be the same way sir. Can ya answer a question for me? It's something that been on my mind for a while now."

She tilted her head and a bout of nostalgia hit me, for the first time I noticed it, she had the eyes of someone else.

I nodded knocked off guard.

"Where did mommy go?"

"RYAN! RYAN! WHAT DID YOU DO? MY MOTHER? MY MOTHER!"

"You see she was really wonderful and all, and I think I get it now that she won't get up with how those pretty girls in the uniforms look at me when I call for her. They told me she's sleeping but I know she really is just on a vacation for forever."

"She left me. You took her away from me. I love you, and you hurt me. I am praying for her, calling to her because I can't wake up to Sunday coffee and heart shaped pancakes anymore."

"I miss her. A lot. She is really pretty and had the most energy in the world, she used to chase me around the wooden block table in our kitchen until I got tired."

"I miss her. I want her. I don't want to have ever known her. I hate you. You did this."

"She is super wonderful and daddy loved her a lot too. He seemed really sad when she died. Maybe that's why he ran away from me when I ended up here too. I won't have surgery anymore, which they didn't seem happy about, but I am just really glad I get to go play soccer again!"

"What am I supposed to do now. I want to go to her. I don't want to be here any more. Your pleas seem like an echo and I want to leave you and run into her arms."

This child was left to die and he can only think of her. He was sick. He was sick. He was sick. He wanted to leave because this child is starting to look so much like her.

Now tears were rolling down this poor girl's face and it was so unfair because her mom wasn't something happy for her anymore.

"But anyway I just wanted to know, where did mommy go?"

"I want to find her."

I reeled backwards and I stumbled. The girl was sobbing now, babbles coming out of her mouth, and it sounded so much like her and

fire-

crash

I could not do anything to help her. I could not answer her question. Because I didn't know where fucking mommy went. Or fucking Melissa. Or my fucking girlfriend. Because they were fucking gone and that's all I know.

I banged out the door running down the hallway, hearing the cries of pain behind me. A nurse went in shouting.

"Abigail! Are you alright?"

I kept going. Through the hallway, down the stairs, out the doors and into the parking lot. I walked through the icy air home, phone in my hand to reschedule my appointment.

I looked back at the sign and sighed. I should have stayed in that chair.

[undertheaethier]

GoV Ch. 15: Messages from On High

The festivities during the Solstice in Bercerat never ceased, it seemed, because even early the next morning, just after dawn, there were still revelers carrying sparklers and wearing party clothes while we were packing up our things. We were still in lively spirits as well, and even Veryn was joking with us as we prepared to get on the road, despite his back, which Tirin was still having difficulty healing.

We had all agreed that we could stand one night without a bath in order to get on the road earlier this morning, but this meant that Yana, Tirin, Kovit and I were still covered in glitter paint, green, gold, blue, and red, respectively. It was obvious that Veryn had tried to clean himself of the red glitter I’d shared with him last night, but he had failed in a couple of spots, and it was still caught in the sleeves of his shirt. Tirin made it very obvious that he had noticed, just moments after I did. I saw his eyes pointedly go from my arms and neck, covered in red sparkles, to Veryn’s arms and neck, and then back. He raised his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and stalked past him to help Yana with her things.

Departing the town with day-old food gifted from a couple of the vendors, we started out the day rather chatty, still in a better mood than we had been for most the journey. It was only in a brief lull between jokes that I remembered something important.

“Veryn, wasn’t Saelihn supposed to call you back when she’d left that library?”

Veryn’s panicked expression was admittedly humorous, but none of us laughed. He cursed and immediately took his mirror from his pocket, his pack still on Yana’s shoulder, and called the faerie.

“Saelihn? Saelihn,” he called forcefully. He stopped in his tracks. “Planter help you if you’re not just sleeping.”

“What?” Yana, concerned, turned around and joined Veryn at the mirror, gazing in. “Saelihn?”

“Saelihn,” Veryn repeated.

Kovit, Tirin and I had stopped, too, watching Yana and Veryn. If she was dead--what did that mean for us? We could only go as far as the Crossroads without her guidance on how to find the Hinacarai.

“Hm?” a voice came from the mirror, small and quiet. “Oh. Hey.” There was a moment’s pause. Yana glared and walked away from the mirror, continuing on in front of us. “Oh. Oh, no, by the Light, Veryn, I’m so sorry!” said Saelihn.

“Where are you?” he demanded.

“I’m in the shed outside the library--no guards here, I promise. I couldn’t find what I was looking for quickly, so I decided to stay until nightfall. And then they turned on some lamps, so I decided to read for as long as I could, and before I knew it, I was looking for a place to sleep. I’m sorry I didn’t check in!”

Veryn began walking again, and the rest of us followed suit, Yana now several yards ahead of us. “Did you find anything useful?” he asked flatly. His refusal to reassure her told me that she wasn’t quite forgiven.

“I--I don’t think so,” said Saelihn unsurely, her voice a bit muffled. “I found an old riddle about the Hinacarai someone wrote in a history book, but I’m not sure it’ll be very much help.”

“We won’t know that until we try to use it,” Veryn pointed out.

“Well, okay. Uh, here, I wrote it down somewhere…”

While Saelihn presumably dug through a bag to find her notes, the wind picked up where we were. We’d reached a plain of flat grass, a sort of clearing between the nearest hills and the forest that guarded Bercerat for miles outside of its gates. The weather was perfectly pleasant, sunny and warm with very few clouds and a nice breeze, but the wind picking up made it almost chilly.

“Here, okay,” Saelihn continued after a minute. “If Lerim’s Tomb is what you seek, pray your heart is not too weak; for the Hinacarai lies where ohria abound, but its walls will forever remain unfound.”

There were a couple of words there I didn’t know. Lerim, and ohria. Lerim sounded like a name--Lerim’s Tomb. But what was an ohria?

Deciding I was tired of not being able to talk directly to Saelihn, I stood at Veryn’s shoulder and peeked into the mirror. He glanced at me in an irritated sort of way, but shared the mirror. Inside, I saw a very petite faerie reading from a tablet. Her hair was ebony black and cut very short, to the nape of her neck, and fringe hung across her forehead. Behind her were her wings, bright red, orange, and gold, like a fire. When she flicked to me, I saw her irises were a dandelion yellow, almost gold, and though at first I found them unsettling, they really made her face look as bright and youthful as her voice sounded. When she smiled at me, I noticed the freckles on her tanned cheeks, and how immaculately shaped her angular eyebrows were as they lifted.

“You must be Emrys! Hi!”

I smiled and waved a little. “Hi, Saelihn. Uh, sorry, but who’s Lerim, and what’s an ohria?”

“An ohria is a type of flower,” Veryn answered instead. “It’s typically white and blue, with large black or gray leaves. They usually represent openness and honesty.”

“Which makes it ironic for them to grow around a hidden estate,” Saelihn added. “And Lerim is Lerim Sunleaf--one of the older children of Maris Sunleaf. He was supposed to have died in the Shadowlark assault. In fact, I think the only children who lived were his sister and his younger cousin Bilor. But it doesn’t make sense for Lerim’s Tomb to be the Hinacarai, if he died with his family. The Hinacarai wasn’t rumored about until afterward.”

“Maybe supporters of the Sunleaves used it as a sort of tomb for the fallen they could protect,” Veryn suggested. “They did that with one of the Xar-bani temples, after the war.”

Saelihn looked to the side, considering. “Yeah...possibly. But he’s the only one I can find any mention of having been laid to rest somewhere outside of Ravana-quon-Xeriae. His parents and brothers were buried at the royal estate--why wasn’t Lerim?”

“Wasn’t he a scholar?” Kovit asked, calling back. “I read somewhere that he studied in Tlenabaj as a child, and that he was studying theoretical magic with the professors there.”

Saelihn shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s not much of a mention of him in anything I’ve read. But the Sunleaf family was huge, and esteemed. Most of them accomplished something major in their lifetimes. If all Lerim did was study, then maybe he never accomplished something worth writing down.”

Kovit seemed a little miffed at that suggestion, but just nodded and turned back around to keep walking.

“The ohria clue is good,” Veryn said. “At least your risk wasn’t totally for nothing. As soon as we can get to the Crossroads, we can look around for patches of them for ideas.”

She nodded. “When will you guys be there?” she asked.

We’d been walking for three full days, and according to Veryn, we had about seven days to go. Saelihn groaned at the information.

“What am I supposed to do for seven days?” she whined. “There are only so many libraries to break into between here and the Crossroads.”

“Well, don’t do that,” Veryn said quickly. “You could always do research in public libraries. Or warn the local law enforcement that we’ll be investigating. With the letter I sent, they should listen to you.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun. Very important.” Saelihn nodded. “I’ll do that. Maybe I’ll look into a place for us to stay while we’re investigating, too.” She sighed a little, and grimaced. “I guess I’ll find some legal way to keep myself busy.”

“Good luck. Call us back if you find anything, and even if you don’t, check in before tomorrow night.”

“Yes, boss.” She saluted. “Bye, Emrys!”

I smiled and returned the goodbye, and Veryn put away the mirror.

“What’s the significance of the Hinacarai being Lerim Sunleaf’s tomb?” I asked him, distancing myself a little now that we weren’t conferencing.

Veryn thought for a second, and then said, “I really don’t think there is any significance. Even if Lerim Sunleaf is entombed somewhere on the estate, he died over five hundred years ago. But if he was a scholar, and studied theoretical magic like Kovit said, then perhaps he left behind notes that another magician used to create the new tree. In that case, then Lerim just represents an unfortunate coincidence. There are probably very few people who know anything else about him that might be helpful, especially if that was all Saelihn could find in the library of one of the family’s closest allies.”

He said he would think about it more, and we lapsed into silence again, the excitement from this morning fading. It didn’t miss my notice that Yana had stayed far ahead of the rest of us, not looking back. As subtly as I could, I picked up my pace and joined her.

“Hey,” I greeted. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine!” Yana’s voice was upbeat and clear, but her expression was still troubled, and she didn’t look at me.

I let a few moments pass while I tried to figure out what to say. “It’s okay that you still care, you know,” I told her quietly. “Just because you don’t want her dead doesn’t mean you haven’t moved on, that you’re not over it.”

Yana’s brown eyes flicked over to me skeptically.

“Trust me. I’ve got a few exes that I’d never want to see again--that I’ll never have to see again, but wouldn’t want to anyway. If I could. If I had to. You get what I mean,” I babbled. “But just because I wouldn’t want to see them again doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be worried if they were in trouble. I mean, Saelihn was a part of your life for, like…”

“Almost eleven years,” she supplied grudgingly.

“Eleven years, holy shit,” I said, surprised. What on earth had broken up a eleven-year relationship? “That’s like, a long time, even for fae. Right?”

She moved her head in a so-so kind of gesture.

“So she represents a big period of your life. It’s only natural you should think of her, and still care for her, in some way.”

Yana seemed to hesitate, then said quickly, “I never thought I’d have to see her again. What if when I do, I haven’t moved on at all? I haven’t loved anyone since her, what if it’s because I have feelings for her, even after she hurt me? How pathetic would that be?”

“Not at all!” I exclaimed. “Sometimes our hearts don’t understand common sense. Just because someone hurts us doesn’t mean we can’t still love them, or that they didn’t love us. We all make mistakes, and our feelings aren’t black and white.”

Yana nodded, but didn’t respond.

“Would you...want to be with her again? If she were open to it?” I asked, hoping the question wasn’t too personal.

“Oh, Planter, no,” Yana immediately responded. “No. There was a lot about our relationship that wasn’t...uh, good. We were both kind of immature, back then. Even now, with a few years under our belts of maturing and growing...I still don’t think we’d be right for each other.” She finally looked at me full on. “And that’s okay, too.”

“It is,” I agreed with her. “Do you think you’ll ever be friends again?”

Yana grimaced. “I don’t know. We were never really friends. We rushed into a relationship so soon after meeting each other, I’m not sure we ever saw each other in a different way. I used to think it was love at first sight,” Yana said, grinning and shaking her head. “It was ridiculous. I don’t know, we might be able to be friends. For the sake of this mission, at least, we can cooperate, I know that much.”

“I think that’s a pretty good place to start,” I said. I smiled, and she managed a small one in return.

“What’s wrong?” Veryn asked. I turned around to tell him to mind his own business when I noticed he was actually speaking into his mirror again.

“What--why would you assume something’s wrong?” Tarrow’s voice said, faint due to my distance from the communicator.

“Because you never call me,” Veryn responded.

“That’s--no, I do, it’s just--” Tarrow sighed. “Okay, fine, this one time, you’re right, something is wrong. It’s broadcasting now. The statement from the Council.”

“And?” Veryn asked nervously.

“It’s exactly what we didn’t want, unfortunately. Let me be the last to criticize the Council, of course,” Tarrow said quickly, “but I’m afraid they’ve done more harm than good. They lied completely. Said it was a freak accident, that maybe our maps of the fault lines in the northern continents aren’t accurate…. They’re saying now that people shouldn’t worry, just mourn the dead and move on with their own lives.”

“What? But--that could get so many people hurt,” I protested.

“Was that Emrys?” Tarrow asked.

Veryn ignored the question. “Do they understand the level of destruction we’re facing here?” he responded instead.

“They supposedly sent out a force to check out the remains, so they should.”

“I guess they will when it happens to Anar’beran,” Tirin cut in cynically.

“With destruction that close to the capitol, it wouldn’t surprise me if it happened here, actually,” Tarrow replied.

I grabbed onto the sleeve of Tirin’s shirt nervously. “What’s the population of Anar’beran?” I asked. I was already thinking of Rys, but knew I had to be thinking big-picture. Maybe Gartei had been so small that the destruction caused by the tree had taken the whole town easily, but what if it could destroy even the largest of cities?

He gave me a look that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. “About three and a half million.”

Three and a half million. Three and a half million people--walking around right now, or possibly lounging around, or at desks, carrying out work. Those people were families. Those people had dreams and feelings and so many stories.

“We have to get there faster,” I muttered. Tirin just nodded, glancing back to Veryn, who was actually slowing down.

“What is it?” he was asking, looking very concerned.

“I don’t--I am being handed way too much paper right now,” Tarrow reported. “Give me a second.”

We all stopped, looking at Veryn and waiting to find out what else Tarrow had to give us. What else the Council had said to the detriment of all the people it ruled.

Tarrow cursed. “Oh, what in the pit…The Council has issued sort of a...gag order.”

I glanced at Veryn and he returned a wary look.

“If any of you involved with this mission, you or your criminals, speak out about the Îrystarré, and contradict what they’ve told the people, you’ll be charged with conspiracy. That’s--wow, that’s pretty rough, actually.” There was a pause. “Oh, Planter--this--this includes me. Wha--why? I can’t--they wouldn’t charge me! Would they?”

“They don’t want us warning people. They’re so desperate to keep the peace, that they’re willing to let it keep happening?” Veryn said, ignoring Tarrow’s babbling. “What if someone could help? What if someone at one of the universities, or one of their researchers knew something, but because they don’t know, they can’t do anything? Wouldn’t they want to inform people? They could help us try to find the tree, and destroy it. I understand why they want what they do, but I’m not sure we can adhere to that. I think we--”

“You tell anyone anything other than what the Council has said, Veryn, and I swear to the Planter, it will not end well for you.” That authoritative tone was back in Tarrow’s voice, and just as it had before, it pissed me off. It sounded like he enjoyed making the threat--what gave him the right, anyway? I looked at Veryn incredulously, but this time he didn’t meet my gaze.

“You are not going to bring me down--got it?” Tarrow continued. “If they think I’m just as insubordinate as you are…. Just find the tree and get rid of it, before someone figures it out. Whatever you have to do.”

Whatever you have to do. I wasn’t sure what he was implying, but I didn’t like it.

Tarrow must have hung up, because Veryn exhaled in frustration and put the mirror back in his pocket, continuing to walk again, and letting the rest of us follow him.

“So we can’t say anything?” Yana asked. “Nothing? Even when it might mean saving lives?”

“No,” Veryn said, not looking back.

“I think you were right, Veryn, the people who can help should know, right?” I said, catching up with him. “At the very least, we should talk to the people who already know what’s happening. Rys--Rys knew what I was here for, she knows about the Îrystarré. Maybe she could--”

“No,” Veryn repeated, sterner. “You heard Tarrow. We’re not to say anything that contradicts the Council.”

“Screw the Council!” I almost yelled. “And screw Tarrow!”

“He’s my commanding officer,” Veryn muttered through his teeth.

“They didn’t see Gartei like we did. They don’t know what’s coming for the rest of the world if we don’t find this stupid tree. And anyway, people are going to begin guessing that there’s something else going on when it becomes obvious that Gartei wasn’t just some freak accident.”

“It’ll keep happening, and keep happening, possibly until it destroys the whole of Ében,” Kovit added.

“On top of that, we don’t know who planted it. Who’s been tending it. They could be out for mass destruction, but they could be planning something worse--a sequel to the Sunleaves’ tyranny, maybe,” Tirin suggested. “The Council doesn’t think that the world should be prepared for hostile takeover?”

“They don’t want to cause a panic. There will be anarchy if the people know that there’s something out of their control killing them,” Veryn said, and I could tell he was trying very hard to be calm. “And now, since the Council’s lied about it, telling the truth would make them look bad. It would make them look too authoritarian, hiding things from the people.”

Were they not authoritarian, then? Perhaps knowing the truth about them was harder than blissful, dangerous ignorance. I shook my head in disbelief.

“We were sent here by the Council. That means they are trying to do something about it. It’s our job now to settle things so that we maintain the peace. We won’t have to worry about this happening to other provinces and other towns if we just get there, destroy the tree, and leave,” Veryn said with finality.

No one dared, or bothered, to contradict him.

Fortunately, the countryside of northern Seranar gave me enough to marvel at that I controlled myself from trying to debate further with Veryn. The forests on our left had grown denser as they approached the mountains, but the path we followed eastward found us in sparser vegetation leading to plains. Some had been made into farmland, and small barns and silos dotted the lands, but most had been left wild. Summer wildflowers sprouted in bright patches, blue and yellow and pink, and filled the air with a light, sweet scent spread around by the near-constant breeze.

As soon as we got to the next town that night, I was ready to sleep. Not because I was particularly tired, though I was admittedly physically exhausted and I had to ask Tirin for more bandages for my blistered feet, but because everytime I tried to talk to the others, I just got angry. It wasn’t even any of their faults that this injustice was being done, but it just felt so hard to talk with the cloud of guilt and conflict hanging over us.

Halibaerta was the largest of the towns we’d stayed in since Anar’beran, with many more public amenities and tons more people. Even the inn had a considerable number of patrons when we paid for our rooms, though according to Tirin, the northeastern cities of Seranar rarely had summer tourists.

“Must be some convention, or conference,” he’d guessed flippantly.

I muttered to Yana that I was going to stay in the room for a while, and she simply handed me the room key. She accompanied me to the room to set down her pack, but said she was going to go walk around the city for a while longer. Neither Tirin, Kovit, nor Veryn tried to disturb me as I bathed and lounged around on my bed. At first I only stewed further over the Council’s decisions--how could they value peace of mind over genuine safety? How could they threaten us so?--but after a while, my thoughts drifted.

Our only chance of making this right was to find the Îrystarré and effectively destroy it, along with whoever had been growing it. Tirin had surprised me by bringing up that point. I’d hardly spared a thought for the culprit behind the destruction of Ében. At some point, the tree had ceased to feel like a simple tool to me, and instead had come to represent the evil itself. I had to suppose that at the basest level, the Îrystarré was in fact only half our true target; whoever was using it was the true threat.

The others seemed to think that most of the allies of the Sunleaves were either so few or so disinterested in politics that none would be bold enough to try something like this. That didn’t completely rule out the possibility of someone seeking vengeance, but it did seem that after five centuries or so, the attempt would feel late. Besides, the Sunleaves had already been defeated once even with the power of a magic-generating tree. How could another one be expected to win this time?

I felt something vibrate in my pocket, and I instinctively reached for my phone before remembering that it was back in a cave with a dragon. What I found instead was the fae mirror. I didn’t remember putting it in my pocket, but as it was also a communication device, I must have put it there out of habit.

I opened the compact, and in the mirror, Rys’ face appeared, slightly distorted by the blue glass.

“Rys!” I said, happily surprised. “Hi!”

She smiled. “Hello, Emrys. Are you alright?”

I scrunched up my eyebrows. “I’m alright. Why do you ask? Are you okay?”

Rys nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. I ask, because I felt your anger and desperation in a vision. I saw the plains, and the wildflowers, and felt your pain. Is it what the Council said?”

I hesitated. Veryn had said not to speak to anyone about it. But Rys already knew! At least, she knew what the Council said was a lie, even if she didn’t know the truth and threat of the Îrystarré.

“I can’t say too much about it,” I said, hating myself a little.

She just nodded again. “I know, dove. The closeness of everyone who knows the truth is a problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I were to speak up, go into the center of Anar’beran and announce that the Council had lied, that there was a second Îrystarré causing the destruction, the Council would likely know you told me. Or that I found out from you, at least,” she corrected. “It would get you in trouble. If any of you or your friends speak out, it will get Officer Shadowlark in trouble, and if he speaks out, then his superiors look bad. In any case, someone ends up facing the Council’s wrath. Perhaps it is best for now that they’ve done what they have.”

“You agree with them?” I asked, my temper flaring again.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Rys said. “What I mean is, they’ve dispatched you to solve the issue. They’re having to show their hand a little to do even that. I don’t know what they expect from you all, exactly. I’m sure they’re hoping you’ll be able to cut it down and end the issue there. But there’s no reversing the damage it’s done already. They’ll have to handle that themselves.

“I know you’re frustrated. But for now, turn that frustration into action. Help your friends, and let them help you. Do what you can, and keep each other safe.”

She was right. I couldn’t stand up to the Council, and neither could the others, for now, but we could at least act on our consciences. We could do what we’d been sent out to do in the first place and solve the problem entirely.

“I will. We will,” I assured her. “Thank you. I probably should have called you earlier, but--” A thought struck me. “Rys, how did you even know I had a fae mirror to call me? You wrote me a letter earlier.”

She smirked a little. “The brownies. Georg told me he managed to slip your mother’s old mirror into your bag, so you wouldn’t be going in completely alone.”

So it had been them. I was grateful. I would have to try to call home at some point, to talk to them. Maybe it would help me to feel less homesick, too--they could catch me up on TV shows, and their lives, and the news. Well, maybe I didn’t want updates on the news.

Rys assured me that she would be careful, and made me promise that I would be, too, and then she hung up. The silence felt oppressive. It hadn’t yet been able to fix itself since Rys’ call had broken it, and I was unwilling to wait until I got comfortable in it again. Deciding I could stand to eat, I headed down to the lobby of the inn, where I’d seen a sort of cafeteria room.

I entered and bought food, instructing them to put it on Veryn’s--the Council’s--tab, and looked around the room for a table. Someone waved to get my attention, and I was surprised I hadn’t seen my four traveling companions before, sitting at a table to the right of the door. I joined them, setting down my food, and I was about to greet them when I noticed the dead-serious expressions on their faces.

“What is--”

Yana pointed up behind me, and I turned. I hadn’t seen anything comparable to a TV or a monitor while I’d been in this realm, but apparently they existed. A thin screen was mounted on the wall, and appeared to be broadcasting a news network. The newscaster was speaking considerably quickly, and I took a moment to be proud that I could understand the report anyway.

“--for this time of year. Such an arid place as Ixa-Fordura, or really anywhere in Kar’gelem, is in danger when rain hits, but storms like this are nearly unprecedented, and the damage has been significant.”

The scene changed, to show a young Erek-ar woman standing in a sandy place. Despite this, she wore a raincoat and was clearly being violently buffeted by the wind. “The Church of Winds has been our best contact on the state of the city, as the local government has been in a bit of a panic,” she said. “They tell us that the rain started just two evenings ago, and picked up pace yesterday. Even just since the storms started, there has been up to a whole pelar of standing water in some of the low-lying areas.”

I wasn’t sure how much a pelar was, but it must have been quite a bit.

“The orphanage and the convent have received minimal damage due to their high altitude, but more destruction may be imminent if the wind keeps up. They tell us that so far, the number of casualties is fortunately low for such disastrous weather, only thirty-four confirmed dead so far. The number of missing and unaccounted for, however, hovers somewhere in the hundreds.”

I turned back to look at the group, feeling sick. “The tree?” I guessed.

Veryn nodded curtly. “I think so.”

“We couldn’t have known,” Yana said softly. “There’s no telling when this is going to happen.”

Kovit suddenly turned to look at Veryn. “I have to go,” he said sharply.

Veryn gave him a conflicted look. “Kovit…”

“I can help,” Kovit insisted.

“Doing what?”

“I--I don’t know, but I have magic. I can--I can help people evacuate, try to protect buildings if we can, help survivors. Whatever I can do.” Desperation laced his plea.

“Kovit, even if you left right now, it would still take you a couple of days to get there, even if you teleport part of the way,” Yana pointed out. “And once you got there, you’d be in danger yourself, magic or no magic.”

“So?”

“So the best thing for you to do right now is to stay with us,” Veryn said. “The best way you can help those people is by making sure it doesn’t happen again. In the meantime, they have the government, and the Church, and I’m sure the Council will send some--”

Kovit abruptly stood up and walked out, heading back in the direction of the guest rooms.

Tirin sighed, then stood, too. “I’ll go talk to him.” He took their trash from the table with him, and followed Kovit.

“He lived there at some point, didn’t he?” I guessed. “In the city that was affected.”

Yana nodded, seeming regretful. “He grew up there. In the orphanage run by the Church of Winds.”

Kovit had never mentioned being an orphan, especially when he should have known that both Veryn and I were, too.

“How young was he?” I asked. “When he lost them, I mean.”

Veryn shook his head. “He never had them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nymphs, uh…” Yana leaned in a little bit. “It’s all science-talk, but I’m still going to try to keep it down a little. Nymphs can only sexually reproduce in interspecies couplings, creating a child of mixed race. It’s rare. Nymphs are born--or created, really--when a natural phenomenon occurs.”

“Many nymphs are born in the spring, when the first flowers bloom after winter’s end,” said Veryn. “Many more are born when the leaves change color in the autumn, or at the first snow of the year, or during a storm.”

“And that’s how nymph family groups work, similar nymphs just sort of...join together,” Yana continued. “Some nymphs just live with nymphs they’re close to, of course, but traditionally, nymphs were born at the same time stick together, raised by other nymphs of their type.”

“But some nymphs are very rare, created under very specific or unusual circumstances. Like a volcanic eruption, a meteor crash--something like that. Kovit’s birth was similarly rare. He was born under a rusted moon.”

I shook my head, not understanding. “What’s a rusted moon?”

“I don’t know a ton about astronomy,” Yana confessed, “but basically, during a total lunar eclipse, light scatters the same way it does at sunset, and makes the moon look red, or orange, like it’s been rusted over.”

“Oh, the same thing happens on Earth,” I said. “We call them blood moons.”

Yana looked at me blankly for a moment. “Humans are so scary,” she murmured.

“Anyway,” said Veryn, “rusted moons are extremely rare, due to the nature of Ében’s rotations, and the rotations of Isona, the moon. So when Kovit was born, he was born alone, in the middle of a desert, an infant no one had expected.

“Fortunately for him, a few traders happened upon him on their way into Ixa-Fordura, the capital of Kar’gelem. They took him straight to the orphanage, run by the Church of Wind, and they raised him to adulthood.”

“You mean--he was never adopted?” I asked, surprised. Considering how rare children were supposed to be, I would have expected a newborn to have been swept up immediately.

“Children born during a rusted moon are supposed to be bad luck,” Yana said, rolling her eyes. “Not just nymphs, either, just children in general. And Ixa-Fordura is one of the last major cities that still clings to its old religious superstitions.”

I thought of Kovit, his rust-red hair, black eyes, and pale skin. It was like he’d been a painting, created in the colors of the night he was born. Then I pictured him as a child--an infant--small, those black eyes wide and scared. Hurt, as fae entered the orphanage and left with other children. I was a bit choked up.

“And what is this religion--the Church of Winds?” I asked. I hoped it was at least a good church to grow up in.

“They believe that the Planter communicates to fae using the wind,” Veryn said, shrugging. “Every breeze and gale carries a message from the Aethier.”

“Aethier?” I felt like I’d heard the term before, but couldn’t place it.

“The universe, remember? The great planting bed. Whatever you want to call it,” Yana explained. “Priests and priestesses of the Church of Winds build temples high in the hills of Kar’gelem and try to interpret the messages. The first messages heard by their founding priestess, the Mother of Wind, told her followers that they should be kind and charitable to all, and that the community is more important than the individual. Their lifestyle is extremely simple, and volunteer work is a must for any converts. Not that they have that many, these days.”

“Because Fiesbavasim isn’t as popular as it used to be, right?” It had been a while since we had that conversation, but I remembered Yana saying that it had been declining in popularity.

“Right,” said Veryn, appearing surprised I knew. “Some people still find comfort and purpose in religion, especially in organizations like the Church of Winds, that focuses on how best to live life and serve the community. Hardly anyone leaves anything ‘to the Aethier’ anymore, though.”

“Just because it’s outdated?”

“Well...no,” said Yana. “Because of the Vault of Souls.”

I blinked. “The what now?” Again, I had the feeling I’d heard the word used without knowing what it meant.

“People used to think that existence after death was chaotic--that you reentered the Aethier to serve the Planter in continuing to build and change nature. And the Aethier has a lot of power, according to Fiesbavasim. It matches people before they’re born--soul mates--and dictates how each life goes, how it will end. Only behavior was supposed to influence afterlife.

“But due to things like necromancy, and some psychics, we now have a pretty good idea of what happens once you die,” Veryn said, and he had the nerve to sound almost bored, picking up his glass and swirling the contents. “Your spirit separates from your body and is transported--somehow--to the Vault. That middle step is still unclear. Once you’re in the Vault, you exist alongside the souls of everyone and everything else who’s ever lived--in any realm.”

That sounded just as chaotic to me as the Planter story, if not more so. Every soul that had ever lived, all coexisting in a single space? I supposed if it was a whole other realm, like how Earth and Ében existed, then perhaps that made sense, but still…

“Does that mean--” I hesitated, looking away. “Does that mean that we can contact people in the Vault?”

“You shouldn’t,” said Yana. “It kind of...goes against nature. Or, most people tend to think it does. You can go crazy, trying to do whatever you can to be close to a person who’s died. And it’s a definitely imperfect science. Not many psychics can reach the Vault of Souls.”

Goes against nature. Yeah, okay. That made sense. But I’d go against nature, against the Aethier or the universe itself to talk to Mom and Dad again. To see Grandma and Grandpa. To maybe talk to Ward--figure out how he’d become entangled in all of this. I chanced a look at Veryn and saw a look in his eyes that assured me he was thinking something similar.

“And anyway, no gateways or windows to the Vault exist. Only psychics can commune with anyone inside.” Yana shrugged.

“We got off track,” I said, changing the subject and trying to force out my own thoughts on the matter. “We were talking about Kovit. So he grew up in the Church of Winds. And then?”

“He left,” said Veryn simply. “He’d always had a great talent for magic. He wanted to grow it, use it to help people. But because he had no family, no one to sponsor him and vouch for his abilities, no university will take him.”

“What? Can’t the Church vouch for him?” I asked.

“Pursuing higher education than just public or church schooling is against their beliefs,” Veryn said bitterly. “The Aethier is supposed to tell you everything you need to know.”

“And his talent isn’t enough to get him in?”

“The universities are all free and open to everyone,” said Yana. “They have to have some sort of restrictions so that they don’t end up housing and teaching everyone in Ében. Most just require some tests, and for someone to sponsor you, to prove you’re serious about study.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said, though I understood what Yana meant, why that might be a reasonable way to filter through admissions. I was about to say something else on the matter, but Tirin came back into the room, looking stressed.

“Is he okay?” I asked.

Tirin sat back down and rested his head on his hand. “He’s...he’ll be fine. I think he still feels guilty for leaving. For not checking in more often with the Church. He thinks that he should at least help them rebuild, but I convinced him to stay with us, on one condition.” He looked at Veryn sourly. “We need to hurry this up. It’s only been a few days now between destroyed cities. We have to stop this from happening again.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” agreed Veryn. “And I think I found a way. It’s a bit expensive, but the Council can handle it. It’ll only cut about three days off of our trip, but Halibaerta has a train.”

That night, I had a dream. I was standing next to Veryn, and he and I were the only ones in a room--a blank, blue room, with no defined corners, floor or ceiling, but my brain still insisted it was a room.

We were talking. Arguing. I was so angry, but I couldn’t hear myself. It was like we were starring in our own furious silent film.

Suddenly, Tarrow appeared. He smiled at me, and I ceased arguing with Veryn to smile back at him. Then, with a much harsher expression, he began arguing with Veryn in my place. But instead of arguing back, Veryn appeared chagrined. Ashamed. I immediately turned on Tarrow. But before I could say anything in Veryn’s defense, Tarrow shoved me, and I felt myself floating through the blue room until I broke through it into a larger, gray space.

I continued to float backward, the scene of Tarrow shouting at Veryn becoming smaller and somehow quieter. Behind me, a door opened, and I floated backwards through it. It shut in my face. Locks and gears whirred as they shut me in, and the gray walls grew whiter, becoming paler, like they were fading away.

It wasn’t a door--it was a vault. The Vault. Apprehensive, but dangerously optimistic, I spun around, expecting to see all of them. Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Great Uncle Ward. I felt my mouth droop into a frown, though I hadn’t felt myself smile. I was definitely in the Vault of Souls. But I was alone.

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Who are your OCs?

Since I’m new to the fan fic scene (writing wise I mean) I don’t have a lot of OCs in that respect (I’m talking like 5 total right now). 

[Of course if you expand OCs to mean any original character, not just the classical fan fic OCs then I have like 3K but that’s a story for another day.]

We’ve got Avery “Plot-Device Foreshadowing” (who’s name I sometimes incorrectly type as Averi due to the fact that the name is recycled from another thing I worked on. I really need to edit this fic and make sure I didn’t do that too much…) from Snow Leopards Don’t Cry and Madison “Proxy For Viktor’s Own Concerns and Issues” from With You By My Side who are both teenagers Viktor and Yuuri coach.

Then in WYBMS we have Viktor’s family who all have the very generic Russian names of Sofia (Grandmother), David (Father), and Yana (Mother). They haven’t been introduced by name in the fic yet but basically Viktor’s parents were always too busy with their work (in an attempt to give him a better life than they had as children) to pay much attention to him which is where Sofia came in. 

Sofia is really the first OC who plays a major role in one of my fics as WTBMS is 2/3 her and Viktor’s relationship. I may add two other important OCs to my next fic but I A: haven’t decided and B: don’t want to spoil anything. 

That was a little more long winded than I originally expected :P 

If you want more about a specific one of these OCs feel free to ask! Also, if you want to ask about my characters from non-fic works I can go on for ages about them too. Like I could write books about them (haha, get it, because I do write books about them… I’m hilarious…)

Thanks for your question :) I always love babbling about my writing.