#abyss flute ic

[seaside-merchants]

“I thinketh I haveth stumbled in the wrong place….”

Illumina walked in, he looked like he was looking for something. His horn was now back to normal but wear it was broken off, the cracks were filled with black and gold like glue.

[for Abyss flute or Darkheart]

@angel-of-light

"You shouldn't be here...." -> A soft, feminine voice came from... Somewhere. This place was so odd, this wasn't like any normal deity temple. It was a whole ass CASTLE. A palace of darkness, cracked and withering away. Everything reeked of decay and impurity. -> A woman could be seen in the distance, hunched over slightly and gripping what appeared to be a beautifully decorated flute... She looked- Scared? Uncomfortable? It was hard to tell with that veil covering her face...

[thaoworra]

The Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association recently released the poems that made it to the finalist stage for consideration for the 2024 Rhysling Awards for Short and Long Speculative Poems of the year. Congratulations to all of the nominees! This will be the 46th year these awards have been conferred!

Short Poems (50 finalists)

Attn: Prime Real Estate Opportunity!, Emily Ruth Verona, Under Her Eye: A Women in Horror Poetry Collection Volume II

The Beauty of Monsters, Angela Liu, Small Wonders 1

The Blight of Kezia, Patricia Gomes, HWA Poetry Showcase X

The Day We All Died, A Little, Lisa Timpf, Radon 5

Deadweight, Jack Cooper, Propel 7

Dear Mars, Susan L. Lin, The Sprawl Mag 1.2

Dispatches from the Dragon's Den, Mary Soon Lee, Star*Line 46.2

Dr. Jekyll, West Ambrose, Thin Veil Press December

First Eclipse: Chang-O and the Jade Hare, Emily Jiang, Uncanny 53

Five of Cups Considers Forgiveness, Ali Trotta, The Deadlands 31

Gods of the Garden, Steven Withrow, Spectral Realms 19

The Goth Girls' Gun Gang, Marisca Pichette, The Dread Machine 3.2

Guiding Star, Tim Jones, Remains to be Told: Dark Tales of Aotearoa, ed. Lee Murray (Clan Destine Press)

Hallucinations Gifted to Me by Heatstroke, Morgan L. Ventura, Banshee 15

hemiplegic migraine as willing human sacrifice, Ennis Rook Bashe, Eternal Haunted Summer Winter Solstice

Hi! I am your Cortical Update!, Mahaila Smith, Star*Line 46.3

How to Make the Animal Perfect?, Linda D. Addison, Weird Tales 100

I Dreamt They Cast a Trans Girl to Give Birth to the Demon, Jennessa Hester, HAD October

Invasive, Marcie Lynn Tentchoff, Polar Starlight 9

kan-da-ka, Nadaa Hussein, Apparition Lit 23

Language as a Form of Breath, Angel Leal, Apparition Lit October

The Lantern of September, Scott Couturier, Spectral Realms 19

Let Us Dream, Myna Chang, Small Wonders 3

The Magician's Foundling, Angel Leal, Heartlines Spec 2

The Man with the Stone Flute, Joshua St. Claire, Abyss & Apex 87

Mass-Market Affair, Casey Aimer, Star*Line 46.4

Mom's Surprise, Francis W. Alexander, Tales from the Moonlit Path June

A Murder of Crows, Alicia Hilton, Ice Queen 11

No One Now Remembers, Geoffrey Landis, Fantasy and Science Fiction Nov./Dec.

orion conquers the sky, Maria Zoccula, On Spec 33.2

Pines in the Wind, Karen Greenbaum-Maya, The Beautiful Leaves (Bamboo Dart Press)

The Poet Responds to an Invitation from the AI on the Moon, T.D. Walker, Radon Journal 5

A Prayer for the Surviving, Marisca Pichette, Haven Speculative 9

Pre-Nuptial, F. J. Bergmann, The Vampiricon (Mind's Eye Publications)

The Problem of Pain, Anna Cates, Eye on the Telescope 49

The Return of the Sauceress, F. J. Bergmann, The Flying Saucer Poetry Review February

Sea Change, David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Ann K. Schwader, Scifaikuest May

Seed of Power, Linda D. Addison, The Book of Witches ed. Jonathan Strahan (Harper Collins)

Sleeping Beauties, Carina Bissett, HWA Poetry Showcase X

Solar Punks, J. D. Harlock, The Dread Machine 3.1

Song of the Last Hour, Samuel A. Betiku, The Deadlands 22

Sphinx, Mary Soon Lee, Asimov's September/October

Storm Watchers (a drabbun), Terrie Leigh Relf, Space & Time

Sunflower Astronaut, Charlie Espinosa, Strange Horizons July

Three Hearts as One, G. O. Clark, Asimov's May/June

Troy, Carolyn Clink, Polar Starlight 12

Twenty-Fifth Wedding Anniversary, John Grey, Medusa's Kitchen September

Under World, Jacqueline West, Carmina Magazine September

Walking in the Starry World, John Philip Johnson, Orion's Belt May

Whispers in Ink, Angela Yuriko Smith, Whispers from Beyond (Crystal Lake Publishing)

Long Poems (25 finalists)

Archivist of a Lost World, Gerri Leen, Eccentric Orbits 4

As the witch burns, Marisca Pichette, Fantasy 87

Brigid the Poet, Adele Gardner, Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice

Coding a Demi-griot (An Olivian Measure), Armoni “Monihymn” Boone, Fiyah 26

Cradling Fish, Laura Ma, Strange Horizons May

Dream Visions, Melissa Ridley Elmes, Eccentric Orbits 4

Eight Dwarfs on Planet X, Avra Margariti, Radon Journal 3

The Giants of Kandahar, Anna Cates, Abyss & Apex 88

How to Haunt a Northern Lake, Lora Gray, Uncanny 55

Impostor Syndrome, Robert Borski, Dreams and Nightmares 124

The Incessant Rain, Rhiannon Owens, Evermore 3

Interrogation About A Monster During Sleep Paralysis, Angela Liu, Strange Horizons November

Little Brown Changeling, Lauren Scharhag, Aphelion 283

A Mere Million Miles from Earth, John C. Mannone, Altered Reality April

Pilot, Akua Lezli Hope, Black Joy Unbound eds. Stephanie Andrea Allen & Lauren Cherelle (BLF Press)

Protocol, Jamie Simpher, Small Wonders 5

Sleep Dragon, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

Slow Dreaming, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

St. Sebastian Goes To Confession, West Ambrose, Mouthfeel 1

Value Measure, Joseph Halden and Rhonda Parrish, Dreams and Nightmares 125

A Weather of My Own Making, Nnadi Samuel, Silver Blade 56

Welcoming the New Girl, Beth Cato, Penumbric October

What You Find at the Center, Elizabeth R McClellan, Haven Spec Magazine 12

The Witch Makes Her To-Do List, Theodora Goss, Uncanny 50

The Year It Changed, David C. Kopaska-Merkel, Star*Line 46.4

Voting for the Rhysling Award begins July 1; a link to the ballot will be sent with the Rhysling Anthology, as well as with the July issue of Star*Line. More information on the Rhysling Award can be found here.

[checkonsettings]

Kaeya and Diluc Angst AU (platonic/brother lore) SUB SHIFT

It was a normal day in Mondstadt. The people are having fun, the shops are running, the bars are packed and the knights need not to be in alert because... everything sounded peaceful with the tune of the winds flute.

Kaeya was in the library, spending his time looking over the documents he needs to round up as ordered by Jean. He was bored but he didnt want to wave his sword today so he rather sit and read. It was all magical and euphoric and silent in Mondstadt until Kaeya was disturbed with a loud scream coming from Jean's office.

"KLEE?!" Kaeya rushed out of the library and headed to Jean's room.

"Jean? What's wrong? " Kaeya arrived in the room to see Jean, Lisa and other knights equipped with a horrified face.

There he learned about the current hostage taking of an abyss mage. Klee was taken custody by a lunatic mage who mangled with Klee's bomb and placed a destructive timer in the bomb; worst case was Klee was tied to the bomb.

Everyone was horrified by the event. The knights were all angered and baffled by the actions of the mage, yet they head out of the office just to be greeted by the hellish view of Klee on the foot of the anemo archon's statue surrounded by scorching fire. No one can explain how an abyss mage entered Mondstadt but their focus was on getting Klee out. The knights already took care of the Mage that they had just shaken for some instructions on how to put out the bomb.

Just as the Knights were able to reach the foot of the Anemo Archon Statue, Diluc came rushing in with a puzzled look. Jean greeted him and oriented him about the situation. They have discussed how hydro can put out the fire but the bomb has a root like system that when touch may detonate it.

"The bomb is sensitive. It would be hard to get Klee out." Kaeya whispered to himself.

The nights had been debating on what to do yet the Kid is not getting out any time soon. Kaeya, being concerned offered an idea.

" We can't set the fire off and detonate the bomb at the same time but, I'll try and get Klee out. "

" But? How? " Jean asked.

" I'll try and cover my skin with ice. That should do it. Even for a second I'll be able to get Klee—" he wasn't done yet but Diluc interrupted.

"I'll do it. " Everyone looked at him.

" This is not the time for showing off, brother. "

" I'm a pyro vision. Fire will barely harm me. I'll just need to get her out, right? I see no problem in doing such simple task. "

Kaeya frowned and faced Diluc with a serious face.

" You cannot just waltz in that fire and act like you're invincible. You need to do it in a very slow and careful manner in order to avoid the bomb detonating. You will burn Diluc. " Kaeya emphasizes.

Diluc gave Kaeya one look and proceeds to the fire like he heard nothing.

"NO. BASTARD YOU'LL BURN! " Kaeya run after him and tried to seize Diluc's hand and pull him away.

" Let go. " He said and yanked Kaeya's hand.

" Are you braindead? You might have that vision but it doesn't give you immunity! You'll get your body burn! " Kaeya explains.

"ENOUGH! Klee needs to get out. "

" Master Diluc, use your brain and step aside. Let me—"

Before Kaeya utter another word, Diluc entered the pits of flame. And in that moment, Kaeya's world seemed to slow down. He was mortified. He can't hear anything but his rapid heartbeat, and in a split second, a flaming phoenix carried Klee out of the fire. Klee was saved but where is Diluc?

Everyone was shocked and even before Kaeya can move, Diluc's sword slides in front of his foot. He raised his head in horror trying to search for a pair of red eyes and there, he found it. His body unconsciously moved but right before he can even call his name, he saw Diluc's soulless eyes smile. The sight of his skin shedding blood and getting burns cut Kaeya's thread of sanity.

In sycnh with Kaeya's footstep, the bomb detonated. Kaeya's heart stopped and his eyes went bright blue. He was blinded by his emotion and he had lost control of his vision. He had failed again.

He could not protect his brother. Kaeya screamed in frustration and along with his piercing cold voice, a blizzard engulfed Mondstadt and his body. The fire extinguished due to the powerful amount of snow and ice. Diluc was saved, but Kaeya was unable to know as his heart turned ice cold and his body turned into a monument as his pledge of a long lost friendship.

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CREDITS:

Images: Pinterest

Song: Wolves (Selena Gomez/Marshmello) cover by Jada Facer

Note: EVERYTHING I HAVE WRITTEN IS BASED ON MY CURRENT KNOWLEDGE OF KAEYA AND DILUC'S BROTHER LORE AS WELL AS MONDSTADT'S LORE. This story is not headcanon so if you think, I mistook some details, please do ignore it and recognize the fact that this is just for entertainment only.

Part 2 soon. ^^ Reblog, and Like. Also Do not repost. This story is my own idea if you steal it, I swore to fck you at 3 am in your house ^^

[melancholic-hues]

the meaning of this love (does it matter to you?)

posted on AO3

fandom - real person fiction

rating - general audiences

warnings - none

category - m/m

pairings - joe biden/donald trump

tags - crack treated seriously ; doomed old man yaoi

word count - 552 words

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Trump looks at the television, his feet propped up on the rest and in his sparkly golden bathrobe. He swirls his champagne flute, full of bubbling alcohol, while staring intently at the man shown on screen.

The tv is muted. He does not wish to listen to the speech given by the very man he calls 'love' during late nights when it's just them alone in bed.

He knows that Biden was most likely bad mouthing him, the very morning after Trump had fervently kissed him goodbye. He doesn't mind it at all, no, for he knows they are just fed these cruel words by the representatives of their respective parties. Biden doesn't mean anything he said, it is all planned beforehand.

Taking a sip of his champagne, he welcomes the burning sensation as relief to the rising desperation — no, definitely not desperation. He does not yearn for years lost from their rivalry in the beginning, the phantom touches of Biden's lips on his neck, the what-could've-been.

He is brought back to one of their late night conversations, when Jill and Melania were left back in their home states and it was just the two of them alone. Together, as they should be.

"Baby," Trump had murmured in Biden's ear, his nose tucked into the other's silver hair. They were lying in Trump's bed, the curtains pulled shut to prevent anyone peeking in. They were a secret — Trump's dirty secret.

"Hm?" Biden had whispered back, his right leg tucked between Trump's own. His breath was warm on Donald’s neck. "What's on your mind, Donald?"

His name had never sounded sweeter. Like it was meant to be whispered by the very man he was supposed to hate. That man, who took his heart and held it tightly in his hands. That man, who the world wrongfully took away from him and forbid their relationship. They were puppets of this grander game played by their parties, never meant to be truly free like this.

“If…” Trump had inhaled, the vanilla scent of the other sweet and pleasant, then continued: “after the elections, will you break up with Jill?”

Biden had paused, his head still against Trump’s skin.

“Think about it, baby,” Trump added, “we can play golf together. I’ll take you to my mansion and I’ll break up with Melania. I’ll throw away my reputation for you, baby. Even if I’m president with hundreds of millions of people to look after — you’ll always be my number one, Joe.”

“That’s a silly thought, Donny. You know we won’t survive the disaster that is the divorces. I love you, but we cannot let this affair go public,” Biden had absentmindedly corrected, sounding like this was as true as the sky was blue or that his favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla.

Trump looked away, Biden’s words sinking into the abyss of his mind and dragging him down with it.

So this was what it was, then.

Trump glares at the television, then shuts it off. His reflection, in all of its glory, stares back at him.

This love does not matter as much to Biden as it does to Trump.

That is expected.

After all, their love was forbidden. History’s largest scandal if they are ever to be discovered.

He downs the rest of his champagne.

[lyralit]

ꜰɪꜰᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪᴘ

a modern-day city: flashy signs, culture, people

a countryside town: farms, markets, fresh air

a school: students, uniforms, classes

a small house: shared rooms, large meals, family games

a large house: empty halls, quiet nights, loneliness

a swim meet: slick floors, loud whistles, team cheers

a workplace: offices, papers, chaos

a blog: curated posts, a careful eye, also chaos

a government facility: taps of shoes, brisk orders, sharpness

a farm: fields and haystacks, ladders, checkered tablecloths

a ship: the sunset on water, crashing waves, sliding cutlery

a ball: swishing gowns, champagne flutes, lilting music

a club: the press of bodies, pounding music, hoarse voices

a kid's party: a character appearance, ice-cream cake, colourful balloons and stacks of presents

a medieval castle: rich silks, red wine, bustling people

a cottage in the woods: soft birdsong, quiet chores, open lake

a space station: dark abyss, beeping machines, emptiness

a superhero facility: training grunts, advanced tech, posters

a football game: spotlights, cheers, divided colours

a movie theatre: quiet giggles, spilled popcorn, sticky hands

a tennis match: bonk, bonk, bonk

a dingy basement: a lighter, a coil of rope, a can of oil

a restaurant (customer): close tables, quiet chatter, That One Screaming Kid

a restaurant (worker): stacking orders, clinking coins, greasy floors

a flower shop: cloying sweetness, dampness, the crinkle of plastic

a grocery store: the squeal of cart wheels, scrape of boxes, crackle of the announcements

a witch hut: bubbling cauldron, bright potions in round bottles, funky jars of ingredients

a bakery: fresh bread, tinkling bells, morning sun

a ruin: dust, beating sun, crumbling rock

a wedding: smashed cake, white lace, cheers

a cliff: crashing waves, swaying reeds, sharp rocks

a concert: nicest clothes, gilded halls, the sound of music

a bank vault: beeping alarms, flashing lights, piles of coins

a sauna: slick tiles, misted mirrors, stifling air

a mine: scuttling rocks, the clank of picks, cool breeze

a cruise ship: bouncy music, sound of laughter, ocean wind

a diner: neon lights, booths, milkshakes with a straw and cherry

a garden: soft breeze, shifting leaves, green flowers

a graveyard: crunch of stones, eerie lighting, the whisper of trees

a house party: clink of glasses, soft voices, flowery perfume

a family dinner: roaring laughter, grabby children, sense of warmth

a foreign planet: rising smoke, hissing steps, green faces

a prison: scratches on walls, thumps of boots, creaking of cots

a jungle: cry of birds, rustling of trees, patter of rain

a gaming room: click of keyboards, flash of lights, scroll of mouses

a forest: howl of wolves, whistle of wind, crunch of underbrush

a waiting room: tick of the clock, tapping of feet, flip of magazines

a lounge: jazzy music, gilded mirrors, plush chairs

a sporting event: cheering crowds, bags of snacks, flashing videos

a fantasyland: roar of dragons, clank of metal armour, thump of horse hooves

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being a mermaid and falling for Ecthelion

(Sorry that it took this long. I was having hard time deciding which elf to take for this exquisite request. Hope you like it,) 

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: Angst, mentions of drowning, dehydration, abandonment, starvation, near death experience, lack of voice, fluff, romance and more angst

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- It all happened quickly. 

-You were peacefully swimming under the sea of Helcaraxe, not bothering anyone. 

-The surface dwellers then arrived, walking upon the ice. 

- You watched them with curiosity, hearing voices and many footsteps. They couldn't see you, so you decided to follow them around. 

-You concluded from the language you heard that they were elves from Valinor. What were they doing so far from the blessed lands? 

-You then noticed the elves were going to cross through the frail ice, a trail with ice too weak to hold anything above the surface. 

-You tried to decide if you should warn them, but it happened quickly, and you saw many elves falling through the breaking ice. 

-You wanted to help somehow, so you used your powers to create an underwater stream to lift them back toward the surface and warm them from the cold. One of the elves was limb and couldn't swim up, so you swam up to them to help them.

-The elf has got paralyzed from cold, so you gently took hold of them, preventing them from going deeper into the freezing abyss, which would kill them. 

-You checked for signs if they were still alive, and luckily they were.

-You looked at the elf for a moment. It was a male elf with a pale complexion and hair darker than the abyss. You couldn't help but stare because he looked mesmerizing. 

-You then remembered he was cold, so you touched his face with your palm and warmed him up with light. 

-After a moment, he opened his eyes, and you saw a pair of beautiful blue eyes like blue gems of the sea. 

-They were beautiful, but then you remembered that he needed air or he would suffocate thanks to you, so you quickly swam him up toward the surface. 

-You helped him break through the surface but avoided being seen by his kin, who quickly helped him out of the freezing water. 

-You heard the golden-haired elf call him Ecthelion. It was a lovely name and sounded nice on your tongue. 

-Thanks to your magic, most elves recovered and continued their journey through the grinding ice. You decided to follow out of curiosity. 

-The elf, Ecthelion, had caught your attention. You were not sure why, but something about him fascinated you. 

-You wanted to see more of him. 

-You watched over him during their journey, watching and listening from the shadows of the water and ice. 

-It was then when you heard him sing and fell in love with his voice and how he played his flute to soothe his family and friends. It was like the sweetest sound you have ever heard, like a bird singing beside the glistening waters. 

-You did not realize you had interfered with something meaningful and that you should not have helped them. 

-You did not see it coming. The water suddenly took hold of you and took you away from Helcaraxe. It whipped you around, and you couldn't find control with your powers. It was like the whole sea suddenly turned against you. 

-You then hear the voices telling you what you did was wrong, and you will get punished for interfering. You were scared and confused, so you tried to call out and ask what you did wrong. 

-The water pushed you away, and it wasn’t long before your lungs suddenly started to fill with water. You were horrified to find out your quills were gone. You had no choice but to go to the surface to get air. 

-You had broken through the surface, coughing and crawling onto the beach. 

-When you got safe, you were horrified to see your tail dividing into a pair of legs, so you desperately tried to call out to the sea and know what you had done wrong. 

-You only tried to help elves in their direst need. Why are you being banished for it? 

-It turned out futile because the next thing you noticed was your lack of voice. Your voice was gone.

-You cried, trying to scream, but nothing came out, and the sea gave no answer or explanation for your sudden banishment from your home. 

-You couldn't do anything but cry in gruesome silence. 

-Two nights in a row till the sun and moon was born. You had quivered among the rocks, hidden from the creatures of the land and despairing of your punishment. 

-You were shivering with cold and hungry. You didn’t have anything but an old sail you managed to salvage from a shipwreck to keep you warm. 

-Walking proved to be a gruesome task. You couldn't find balance, and your new feet hurt like thousand needles were prickling you. The best you could do to move was crawl on your four through the sand and the rocks. 

-And the worst feeling yet. No one came for you. 

-You heard nothing from Osse, Uinen, or any other maiar of the sea. You didn’t hear the calls of your sisters even though you have been gone for a long time. Even Ulmo was silent. 

-No one came or even suspected a thing. Have you done something so horrible that you deserved to be abandoned by everyone? 

-No word or song could describe the pain and heartbreak you felt. 

-You sat there among the stone, hugging yourself. The starvation and lack of water finally got to you, and you couldn't keep yourself in touch with reality. What was the point? You have never been on the land. You knew nothing of it. 

-You have never walked before, and your feet hurt when you tried. You’ll be good as dead.

-It would have been nice if fate would have allowed you to hear Ecthelion’s voice and the music of his flute. It would have brought you some peace before you perished. 

-You were almost gone when you suddenly heard voices and saw shadows moving around the beach. You snapped back to reality when you heard them talking to you. They had found you and asked something you couldn't make out with your current state. 

-You would have tried to answer with something, but your strength finally failed, and you lost consciousness, falling into a dreamless sleep.  

-The next time, you woke up in a strange place, wearing clothes and bandages over your cuts and wounds caused by the time you survived on the beach. 

-You met the elves, who tried talking to you and asking about your predicament. 

-It was hard to say anything because you didn’t have a voice, so you tried to tell them some way that you could not speak. 

-They seemed to understand, which gave you relief, then you met Ecthelion again. 

-He came to check on you as he was one of the people who found you on that beach. It was a bit unsettling because you wanted to talk to him before, but now you couldn't, and you never really wanted to meet him like this. 

-He seemed to understand your situation and kindly offered a place for you among his people since you didn’t have anywhere else to go. You accepted the offer since it was a hard truth, and you saw a chance to interact with the one who stole your heart. 

-It was challenging to adapt since you couldn't properly walk. The elves brushed it off as one of your injuries. Even though it was strange that you seemed to have forgotten how to walk. 

-You didn’t dare to mention anything about being a mermaid since you were just an elleth without a voice or past. Maybe because your abandonment still hurts, so you tried to accept your new identity now. 

-In time, you managed to get the hang of it, and your feet didn’t hurt much as they did before. You managed to learn how to enjoy the feeling, and you couldn't help but admit running was kinda fun. 

-Ecthelion seemed to take some interest in you as you sometimes ran around and watched things with an awed expression like you were seeing things for the first time in your life. It was a strange sight, but he kind of enjoyed it. 

-You had such innocent curiosity. It made you feel even more mysterious and odd.

-He had a strange feeling about you like he had met you before, but he just couldn't point out where or when. 

-Talking to you was complicated at first since you couldn't talk. You understood what Ecthelion was saying, so that was easy, but trying to answer was challenging. The best you could answer questions was with a nod and a shake of your head. 

-Glorfindel, his enthusiastic friend, decided to help him communicate with you and bring you along to get closer since he seemed interested in the mysterious maiden of the shore. 

-Ecthelion felt embarrassed and, most of the time tried to prevent Glorfindel from bringing you into anything dramatic. 

-However, thanks to his blond friend, Ecthelion ended up growing a soft spot for you and enjoys spending time with you alone when he needs a break from the real world. 

-You didn’t talk much but enjoyed listening. You always had a soft smile whenever Ecthelion decided to play his instrument. It always filled him with content. 

-After settling down in Gondolin, you decided to stay in his house and decided to be a gardener as you found enjoyment with flowers and fruits. Their scent brought joy, and you often fed the swans and birds whenever they relaxed in Ecthelion’s fountains. 

-Dwelling around the fountains, playing, and dipping your feet in the water became a habit since it brought some comfort and eased the pain of your longing for your home. 

-You missed being able to swim through the seas and playing with the turtles and dolphins. You missed singing with your sisters and the warmth of your home. You missed being able to sing. 

-One thing that remained was that you can still do magic, but you hardly used it because it just brought the memory of the sea and your former life. 

-You missed the sea but couldn't bring yourself to forget what had happened and how you got abandoned for something you didn’t purposely do. 

-You learned what Ecthelion’s other kin had done, and since he and Glorfindel belonged to the same group, they also were banished from the blessed lands. 

-You were not supposed to interfere with them, which is why you got banished. However, you didn’t deem it fair because you didn’t know back then. 

-You couldn't bring yourself to blame Ecthelion and his kin because after living with them for so long, you learned to love them. At least they didn’t abandon you as willingly as your family did. 

-You and Ecthelion managed to get closer than before. You often spent time together at one of his fountains, where he often talked about things and sang while you listened with a smile. 

-Glorfindel sometimes invites you along with laughs and jokes while making Ecthelion embarrassed on many occasions. You enjoyed those occasions since Ecthelion was more open and relaxed than in the court, where he held an uptight and calm appearance. 

-You were not much into social events but couldn’t bring yourself to refuse whenever Ecthelion invited you as his date for the night. You always felt shy because your heart would pound faster than a horse, and since Glorfindel tended to start how you might be together, making it a bit embarrassing. 

-You were not together, to your sorrow, but you hoped it might change soon since you began to suspect Ecthelion might feel the same about you. 

-He sometimes showed a gentler attitude toward you than many others. He started giving you less vexing work and sometimes looked nervous around you. You even received a gift of two, things you once showed interest in but couldn't buy due to money. 

-He sometimes scolded you for suddenly jumping in or swimming in his fountains, but you never received a punishment. He did offer to make a private pool for you to swim around since you were more like a fish than a breathing elf. 

-He even brought you new seeds to plant in your garden. He said you might like them, so he got them for you, which made your heart beat like crazy. 

-You didn’t want to be straightforward, so you went to Glorfindel to confirm your suspicions. 

-You were ecstatic at the discovery and fought the urge to confess your feelings for Ecthelion right away since you have been in love with him for years. Your magic almost made bubbles fly with your emotions, and Glorfindel was laughing. He said it was about time. 

-It was a peaceful night, and the moon was out. Ecthelion has asked you to walk to the gardens with him. You were nervous but highly anticipated the moment. 

-You two stopped at a fountain, and Ecthelion started speaking about how things had changed and how he had changed before he then confessed having feelings and if you allowed him to court you. 

-A burst of emotions flared within you, almost sending you to tears, but you managed to hold it in and sign with your hands to tell him yes. 

-He smiled and brought you into a tender kiss. You poured all the love you had for him, and it felt like you felt his soul for the first time. It was warm, and you did not realize it had brought back what you had lost long ago. 

-You always had thoughts, but this time, you said beautiful with your voice. 

-It was a shock to you and Ecthelion. You were joyful beyond tears, and Ecthelion couldn't almost comprehend that you just spoke but found your voice beautiful none of less. 

-You couldn't hold it in, so you spoke to him for the first time in ages and told him the truth of your past. 

-Ecthelion was shocked to figure out you were a mermaid and the one who saved him from drowning that day, but he soon got it together and finally made sense why he felt so connected with you, especially when you held your warm palm against his face. 

-He did not feel angry about the reveal. He embraced you, and you two sang together under the star night. 

-You were happy. It was like the world was finally kind to you. 

-Glorfindel was shocked to hear you speak for the first time, but he celebrated none less. 

-Everything was well. You began singing in the gardens, bringing joy to those who heard your voice and the singing of the birds who sang with you. It had been hundreds of years, so of course, you couldn't keep quiet. 

-And with Ecthelion on your side, you couldn't be happier. 

-Until your past decided to come back as well. 

-It was another calm night. You waited for Ecthelion in the garden, softly humming a song he once wrote for you. 

-A shadow had risen from the depths of the fountain, then you heard someone calling your name. It was one of your sisters. 

-You were confused with her appearance. You knew some of the fountains were connected to underground rivers and waters, so your sister most likely used them to get inside the city, but why was she here? 

-You would have been happy to see her, but you could not brush off a feeling something was going to happen or something you would not like. 

-You talked with your sister for a moment, catching up after hundreds of years. It felt normal for a moment until she came up with an outrageous offer or an option, confirming all of your fears. 

“You…” You stared, stepping away from the fountain. “You can’t ask me such a thing!” You said, barely controlling your emotions. “Not after hundreds of years!” You stated with a loud tone. 

“(Name), we understood your banishment was a grave misunderstanding since you were not aware at that time of what the Noldor had done,” Your sister said, leaning against the edge of the fountain. “And yet, I was cast out without hesitation,” You said. “Do you have any idea what it was like?!” You asked. “I was forcefully taken away, forced to go on the land with legs I had never used before, and forced to remain silent, which felt like the rest of my life,” You said almost in tears when you remembered that day. “And no one told what I had done wrong to deserve it,” You added. 

“I almost died from cold and hunger. I could not find the strength to try to live because of the despair that forced me to go through,” You explained, then pointed. “These elves saved me before I died, so I owe them a lot,” You said. “Where were you when I needed you the most?!” You asked, almost yelling. Your voice almost shook the earth, and the water quivered. 

Your sister looked at you with shame. “(Name), I wish I could fix what happened in the past, and I believe you went through a lot after being banished from the sea,” She explained. “A lot, you say?” You asked, tears glistening in your eyes. “My voice got taken away, and you know better than anyone how much I loved singing,” You said. “It was excruciating to be silent all the time,” You added, holding back angry tears. 

You took a deep breath. “Ecthelion, the one I talked about, my beloved, he was the one who returned my voice. Thanks to him, I can speak and sing again,” You said. “He sounds wonderful,” Your sister said. “So, how can you ask me to leave him behind and forget everything just to go home?” You asked, looking at her in the eye. “This has been my home for the past hundreds of years, and suddenly you come back and ask me to abandon them,” You said. “Or stay here and forget about ever being one of the maidens of the sea,” You added the latter option. 

“Do you truly hate me that much?” You asked. “Of course not! Please, it was a terrible mistake, but things are different now. We all missed you terribly, and lord Ulmo is willing to help you if you just come back to us. If you don’t, you will be forever bound to walk upon the earth, losing your magic and becoming an elf,” She explained. “So, please, come with me. Come back home to your family,” She said, almost begging. 

“But what happiness will I find when my heart is here?” You asked, shedding tears. 

“You don’t belong here. You’re not an elf. You are a mermaid, one of the maidens of the sea. And it was the Noldor’s fault you got here in the first place,” Your sister said. You stared at her in bewilderment and rising anger. “Leave,” You said. 

“What?” She said. “I said leave!” You yelled, your voice shaking the earth and creating cracks on the walls. Your sister flinched at the strength of your voice. When things calmed down, she backed away from the edge. 

“Fine. I will leave for now. You have time to decide until the next full moon, then you must have made your decision,” Your sister said before submerging and vanishing from sight. You almost fell to the ground after making sure she was gone, shedding tears after tears. 

- You tried to dry your tears but couldn't stop thinking about the options your sister had presented you. Leave Gondolin and reunite with your family in the sea, or stay and become an elf. 

-It was hard because you longed for the sea but didn’t want to leave Ecthelion and everyone you held dear behind. If you leave you might never see him again like you never saw any of your family till now. 

-For someone like you, it was an impossible decision. 

-You tried to dry and collect yourself since it wasn’t long before Ecthelion would come and possibly help you forget the whole thing with your sister. You can’t break his heart that way. 

-However, someone in the corner had already heard the whole thing.

[littlemissnoname13]

Birthday (D.M.)

Summary: Draco gets a surprise birthday party. That’s the summary. Soz.

Warnings: fluff. Just tooth rotting fluff and implied filth after the cut—feel free to skip.

A/n: just a short ficlet set in an AU were everyone is friends with everyone (as if I’d forget Mr. Blonde ferret’s birthday! )This was supposed to be longer but I used all my brain cells writing a Fred smut and now I’m finally off to sleep.

Word count: 610

The gardens at the back of the Malfoy Manor was decorated with shimmering, twinkling white lights. 

A rather long table was set up inside a gazebo—filled with cheese and charcuterie boards, deliciously extravagant finger food as well as miniature tarts and pies. 

In the middle of the table rested a huge tub filled to the brim with ice to keep the champagne chilled. 

“Is everyone here yet?” Theo asked out loud as he looked around the premises. 

Harry and Ginny, both dressed to the nines, were engaged in a deep conversation with Hermione while Ron was busy making Lily and James giggle. 

Pansy, dressed in a midnight blue dress, carried little Scorpius in her arms while Albus held tightly onto her index finger. 

Andromeda, Narcissa and Teddy, looking as polished and put together as ever, were already seated in their respective chairs. 

The only person missing was y/n. The person who’d spent the entirety of last week putting this little auspicious gathering together for her husband who was still at work. 

“Where is y/n?” Theo asked Blaise who was busy casting a spell around the birthday cake to keep it from melting due to the warm June air. 

“Oh, she went to change.” Blaise shrugged. “If our estimation is correct, Draco will still take about twenty more minutes to be home.” 

“Fair enough.” Theo nodded and helped Blaise with the cake. 

After another ten or so minutes y/n walked out of the manor dressed in an all-black, body hugging dress that somehow paid homage to Draco’s usual all black suit.

It was like after years and years of being together, some of Draco had rubbed off on y/n. 

“He should be here anytime now.” Y/n said excitedly as everyone got ready in their respective seats at the table. 

And just as predicted, they heard footsteps walking towards the back door that led to the gardens. 

Draco was home.

“Y/n?” Everyone heard Draco call out. “Y/n? Scorp? Where are you?” 

And then they heard the door swing open. 

“Surprise!” Everyone said out loud in unison as they watched Draco’s grey eyes widen.

“Happy birthday my love.” Y/n said smiling as she walked towards her husband with Scorpius holding her hand. 

“Oh y/n...is this what you have been up to all week?” Draco said softly as he leaned in to press a sweet little kiss on his wife’s lips.

“Happy birthday dadda.” Scorp said, hugging Draco’s leg and he instantly scooped Scorp up in his arms. 

Draco beamed at the sight in front of him as he silently thanked the universe for being kind to him even when he himself was sometimes, somewhat unkind in the past. 

The limitless flow of champagne on expensive champagne flutes, the cake, the laughter from his family, his friends, both old and new—maybe birthdays weren’t so bad after all. 

And when he felt his wife’s hand caressing his leg from under the table he could for a fact state that birthdays were actually pretty bloody awesome. 

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Draco walked back to his bedroom and sank into his bed after putting Scorpius to sleep. 

“I was quite surprised to be honest.” 

“Well, that’s the whole point of a surprise Draco.” Y/n chuckled as she stood in front of her vanity, removing pins from her carefully twisted up-do.

“Well, I honestly wasn’t expecting it.” Draco said as he watched soft and shiny strands of hair fall one after another on y/n’s back. 

“Well, then, I guess this would be a good time for your second surprise.” Y/n smirked, unclipping her bra and flinging it into the abyss. 

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[thelandswemadeofpaper]

Places

Isolated Hidden Society

Cottage in the Woods

Throne Room

Circus

Laboratory

Academy

Orphanage

Labyrinth

Gardner

Desert

Tower

Underground/Netherlands

Ancient Ruins

Household

Temple

Lake

Forbidden Realm

Mountain/Vulcan

Waterfall

Roads and Paths

Sanctuary

Mine Lands

Abyss

Borders

Wastelands

Island

Cave

Cage

Tunnels

An Room (you could get locked, it could be cursed and you opened it)

An Chamber

Asylum/Mad House

Tomb

A Well

Dungeon

Prision (Tailor-Made one? An mental one?Alcatraz?)

Clock Tower

Pocket Dimension

Hidden/Isolated Realm

Promised Land

Haunted Castle

Possessive Paradise (that refuses to let you leave?)

An eldritch realm

An 'Dark'/Tainted/Cursed Land

A Dangerous/Bad Place

Toxic/Radioative/Dangerous Land

Frozen Land

Kingdom in the Sky 

Underground Prision or City

Enigmatic Castle

Magical Forest

Objects

Bridge

Train

Candle

Mask (key of power? Of madness? If someone removes it?)

Book

Key

Mirror

Stairs

Tree

Gates/Portal

Compass

Gloves

Collar

Letter

Diary

Forbidden Door

Rock

Map

Throne

Thermos

Urn/Box/Vase

Flowers

Hourglass

Sundial

Wand

Pocket Watch

Clock

Cards

Horn

Crown

Amulet

Chains

Soul Jar

Bells

Page

Sword

Helm

Shield

Pillar

Ring

Boat/Ship

Ark

Token

Symbol

An Fruit

Tears

Jewels

Antlers

Wings/Feathers

Bones

Carcass

Skull Head

Keepsake

Harp/Flute

Weregild

Music Box

Inventions

Muzzle

Rope

Statues, Monuments and Memorials

Treasure

Blindfold

Blunt Sword

Glasses/Lenses that see under glamour/illusion

Carriage

Other Things

Fire/Ice/Earth/Wind

Rain

Names

Song

Keystone

Riddles

Keystone Army

Hive Mind

Achilles' Heel

Power Limitator/Seal

Life Bonded to an Object (the lifespan? or it just controls you like the Dark One Dagger? Hortrux or the one Ring? Or like the Genie's Lamp? The Amok in Miraculous?)

Soul Bonds (some kind of bond or connection to a person? Object? Place? You feel the same pain?)

Brand

The Moon

The Sun

An Star

Barrier/Wall

A Pit of Vipers

Mark

Blood

Corpse

Aura

Seal

Fisher King

Genius Loci

Remains (of a creature? A thing? person?)

Scars (survived an tragedy? An magical sickness or curse? An branding of sorts? Lost an eye in an duel?)

Tatto (an writing maybe? An formula? An key? Proof of allegiance?)

Heart

Eyes

Heart Substitute/Eye Substitute (like a Clock, Scissors, a Jewel or Buttons, a supernatural substitute for any body part, the lack of one too)

Heart Drive

Forged with Magical Fire

Magical Cure

Hostile Terraforming

A Wall that active attack intruders

Magical Objects

Jewels

The Wall Around the World

A Place That Changed all the Time

Cursed (cut off) Body Part

[crystaltale-official]

Crystal / Chance Character Reference

Title: Guardian of The Crystal Universes / The Abyssal

AU: Crystaltale

Soul Representation: 80% Patience, 8% Determination, 4% Perseverance, 2% Integrity, 2% Kindness, 2% Justice, and 2% Bravery

Age: 25 (human age), ??? (monster age)

Alignment: Lawful good

Pocket Watch Symbol: Protea (Change and Hope)

Likes: Peaceful place, ice cream, playing flute

Dislikes: Liar / traitor, the name “Crystal”, some “Sanses”

Font: Comic Sans MS (Crystal), Zap Chance or Chancery Cursive (Chance)

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.Backstory.* :★. ───✧

Awoke in The Abyssal without knowing his past, he travels between AUs to know who he really is. Ink helped him around in exchange for his access to the crystal universes. He met Zira too accidently in The Abyssal. Somehow she has the access to that place. She volunteer to train close combat to him since she knows the multiverse isn’t always a “pretty” place.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.Personality.* :★. ───✧

Crystal

He’s like your typical anime protagonist and Sans. He’s lazy yet not so lazy. He sometimes clumsy like someone just reborn into a world. He likes making pun and jokes. Sometimes perhaps pranks. He loves ice cream and almost never took his role as a guardian seriously for the most time. He usually spending time with Ink and perhaps he get influenced by his exaggerated personality.

Chance

After the event of Season 6, he becomes a bit more closed to the world. He hardly talks to stranger and acts like the cool introvert person. He often say sarcastic comments. Some to humor, some to be a bit serious. But even so, he has good intention. He has trust issues as he has betrayed. But sometimes he can show his soft side, it’s just rare.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.Fighting Ability.* :★. ───✧

Crystal

Since he’s still a leaf green, he lacks the ability to analyze the battlefield. He can fight but usually without detailed strategy. But since Zira trained him, he can pretty well do it than before. He’s a close combat style fighter. Using his sword, crystals, and sometimes martial art. Though he can do long range attack too.

Chance

He’s more experienced than his younger self. He takes battle strategy seriously so he will win the battle fast and doesn’t consume too much magic. His fighting style is close combat style with his sword but often long range too to better analyze the battlefield. He has more weapon at his disposal too and more creative with his crystal power.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.Aftermath.* :★. ───✧

After the main story of Crystaltale (after season 6), he close himself to the world. Wondering around the AUs once again. It can be seen with his design that’s more close and fluff than the previous design. The same similar design indicate he hasn’t moved on what has happened in the main story. What could it be?

More will be added later! <3

[webcricket]

Be There

Characters: Castiel X Reader

Word Count: 570

Summary: The reader has a sad. Cas is there to catch her when she falls apart. Inspired by ‘Krewella - Be There’ and written for @morganas-pendragons​ because the sads suck and Tumblr doesn’t have a virtual hug button, but we do have this sweet seraph.

“What’s wrong, Sunflower?” Cas notices you haven’t touched your dinner - dinner being the hot fudge sundae he ordered for you because you didn’t respond to the server when she asked if you were ready to order. He knows even though it’s traditionally dessert fare, that it’s also your favorite and neither one of you is in the habit of treating traditions as an infallible code of conduct anyway. The fact you haven’t taken a single bite of it worries him. In fact, you’ve been especially quiet the whole day, and this is the first the angel has been able to get you alone from the Winchesters to ask you why.

Face propped in the framework of upturned fingers drumming at your temple, tears prick your lashes for the umpteenth time today because on top of everything else, now you’ve troubled the angel of your affection. You mumble a lie of, “Nothing,” and halfheartedly poke at the melted mixture of chocolate and ice cream congealing in the fluted glass dish plunked before you with a spoon to deflect his attention.

Undeterred by your diversion, he slides a hand across the table and up your arm to capture your wrist. Laying the limb palm up between you, he covers your hand with his own; the tips of his fingers tickle the sensitive skin below your thumb where your pulse pounds thready at his touch.

His brow bends upward over blues shining in question and concern. “I’m no expert, but in my experience, people don’t typically cry about nothing,” he says softly.

“I’m just ... sad, but really-” you sniffle with the last strength of will keeping your emotions in check against the well of woe threatening to drip from your nose and wipe your welting eyes with the back of a sleeve- “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“I understand.” He lifts his free hand to cradle your cheek. “But if you change your mind-”

“I know-” You lean reflexively into the comforting caress- “and thanks.”

Seeing you like this hurts his heart. He’d love to take the pain away with a wave of grace and tell you it will all be okay. He’s no expert, but he knows emotions happen for a reason - and often without reason - and above all need a safe space and time to work themselves out. He can’t fix what ails you, but he can be there for you if that’s what you need. “Can I do anything else to help?”

“You care, Cas. You’re here. That’s enough.” You begin to tremble under the pressure of all you’ve bottled inside; a few stray tears shake loose and fall to wet his skin.

For the angel with too much heart, caring is both the easy and the hard part. He feels you start to shatter, emotions erupting from the inside out. “I do care about you. Very much,” he confirms, “and I’m right here.” He’s on his feet and standing beside you wrapping you in the warmth of his trench coat and ushering you out the diner’s door and into his truck seconds before the emotional barriers breach completely and you breakdown in the seraph’s embrace.

He holds you snug while you sob into his shirt, smooths his hand in circles over your spine, presses kisses into the crown of your hair and whispers he will always be there for you as long as you need him to be.

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[seaside-merchants]

-> What's this...? -> You're not greeted to the usual seafaring merchants you're oh so used to by now. No, you're greeted to a deity dressed in greens and blacks, shadows oozing off their body and glowing green triangles dancing around them. -> Seated within a throne of blackened stones, cracked and littered with all sorts of odd runes. The deity... They didn't really LOOK like a normal demon either. Sharp protrusions backing out from their back and arms, looking like some sort deadly spines, scales constantly flared out in anger -> Several little green eyes could be seen collected on a space on their face, peeking out from under the massive hat they wore. They were monstrous, not a normal demon like their siblings. -> Beside them, sitting in a small chair, was a woman dressed in blacks and blues with green and gold accents. Some fancy little flute resting within her hands. She looked uncomfortable...

[evergreen-dryad]

day 5: mythology AU

Title: rain comes when death is sated

Author: evergreen_dryad, betaed by the amazing @bradburymeinfire aka inverseR

Rating: E (for the latter half)

Warnings: mentions of blood, bone, insects etc. Mildly dubious consent for the latter half

Summary:  —he was spring come before, and he made the world anew, but now he is trapped within himself. the black festering rot that comes after every birth and growth: death.

Spring used to come to him every year, but now he has locked himself down in the depths of the underworld, refusing to come out. The world is frozen, unable to live or die.

So Winter sets out to journey into the underworld for the god he loves. He may not want to emerge anytime soon. How can he stay there with him?

(The answer lies in swallowing the seeds of the underworld.)

[Or: the mythological gods AU combining Amaterasu and Persephone starring Yiling Laozu Wei Wuxian as Death, and Lan Wangji as Winter.]

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23702596

Excerpt:

—he was spring come before, and he made the world anew, but now he is trapped within himself. the black festering rot that comes after every birth and growth: death.

He is Death, and the dark has come to swallow him whole. He is now adjudicator of the dying, of souls reaped by all forms of natural law and violence. He is Death, he of bone-white pallor and gaunt-grey eyes and stark-black hair, that sweeps like the ravens and crows to eke out the last bits of flesh.

You will know it is him when you see the flap of his red ribbon, like the red of rivers run after wars. You will hear the ghostly wail of a flute, heralding the end of times, the screams and sighs of the damned.

The world is dying under his feet (—why did he do it? they cry—), his name lies forgotten. The green-eyed peck out his name from history, call him a tyrant grasping for power in the pantheon from his earth-grown forbearers.

The winds bear whispers of how he caused each one of those delicate, beautiful people that grew on elegant stalks from the riverbank, those people who raised him, child of spring—

—to die. perish horribly, their petals wilted and fluttering purplish-red amongst the rot.

The one that survived through it all was reforged as a storm.

They say they have never met since.

They say after the last death he had to reap what he had sowed, Death went and hid deep into the bowels of the underworld, where no light may reach him, and none of his reek and poison may reach the surface.

He cursed himself. He—

had wrested power for freedom, bit of the forbidden fruit for knowledge, to master Death — but the price was great. Too great, the juice poured down his chin and soaked crimson his hands. 

He bled inside. Blackest of blood ran on

and on

  and on

   for days.

     weeks.

years.

They all forgot that because he was once spring (is still spring, he is life and death incarnate, all coiled up and the same, inseparable aspects) the world could not live (—rejuvenate, breathe—) anymore.

Corpses remained immobile and immaculate. They had wished him dead, but it seemed as if things could no longer die either, without him to section off the souls to their allotted places in the afterlives. 

The world lay in an everlasting winter. Winter breathed in, but he remained. Exhalations of ice stayed frozen, his robes of purest white remained as blankets of snow, feathery and soft. The deep sleep did not lift.

The cold seeped everywhere, and the sun’s rays could not break through.

So the sun lodged a complaint to winter. Winter took it silently, and shook his head slowly at the end of the tirade. 

He did not know what to do either. Usually spring came to take the grasp from him, in the first generations happily (—he would come, capering in with a little tune on his lips, laughing and with a lilting tease in his tone that made the tips of his white ears flush—), then sombrely, but dutifully, and still with a smile to spare, and at last grimly. But he had still come, even while shadows and death draped over his feet, and the white of bones scraped at the air around him.

It seemed that all he could do for now was layer the world most gently in soft snow, and ensure everything stayed alive until spring could take back the reins. He breathed, and plucked a chord. Another. 

-nother. 

     -ther.

           -r. 

              . 

With this, he soothed even the most pugnacious into slumber, together with the bear and the flies. 

He smoothed his robes. He stilled his beating heart, and began his journey into the shadowy recesses of the underworld.

With each step he took, frost took forth, but he quelled it to stay still with a look. Do not go further. Behind him trailed his rabbits, soft and white as the snow that was his mantle. They lolloped, hoping to follow and guide him, with their pure light—

—but he forbade them.

He eyed them a reminder that they were of the living world, and would not come out unscathed. So they stilled, but did not stray until all red and black eyes had watched him descend into the gloom safely.

Winter walked for a long time. It seemed that the fog would be interminable down there, for the underworld was an undulating, honeycomb stretch of tunnels with no sense of space and time — truly the work of a madman, they would have said up above.

Here was full to bursting of souls and ragtag remains of corpses and those of the night, crammed to the brim in every chamber. While Death had not reaped any souls for a time, he had also not expanded the spaces for each section, so the necropolis had become a nightmare of living quarters, a housing crisis for the dead. 

Souls cried out to him, grasping for his cape, for the crisp, wintery coolness he brought with him. When he turned to look at them, they silenced, and stayed at a distance. Nevertheless, that did not stop them from following him to get a taste of his divine aura.

They could not follow him far. No soul could venture further from the section they’d been allotted in afterlife.

Up ahead he thought he noticed a glowing outline of a familiar being ahead (—a ringing bell—). When he turned to follow, it winked and disappeared. But Winter thought he knew the way through Death’s personal hell.

The glint of water greeted him, and he nodded. Just follow the river that runs through, a constant in all layers of the underworld.

Winter walked. Through caves,

through winds,

through storm,

through immense heat,

through the sticky wails of the swamps,

through fire,

through the far lake of boiling blood,

and through the ice that threatened to capture his feet.

But he was Winter. He is Winter, cold personified, and no ice or storm could have halted him in his tracks. Through fire and other conditions, he brought the chill, and made it bearable to cross.

All through the way, the glowing outline had chimed in and out, always ahead, a faithful lantern to guide him through the unknown. Lilac lotuses floated above the murk every now and then like half-eaten dreams.

And at long last—

—he finds the heart of the maze.

Deepest darkness. It yawns, and the abyss stares back at him. Smoke wafts, and it is hair, shifting, roiling. Eyes like swirls of mist to get lost in, in which he could stare forever. There is a god present in his right eye, numinous in his entirety with every sweep of his lashes.

His breath hitches. The pressure of his being is suffocating.

“Why are you here,” it rasps in his voice. The head turns, and there is the incline of jaw, the paleness a relief against the inky sweep of his mane that has swept round him, and the skulls he had wrapped himself round in eternal penance.

[sergeantfcx]

🌙 — ALL ABOARD ! The HMS PROMETHEAN welcomes ( JOHN “JACK” FOX ) to the expedition in their capacity of ( THE IDOL ). They are ( 34 YEARS OLD & CISMALE ) and might be painted as ( GARRETT HEDLUND ). When you strike up an acquaintance, address them as ( HE/HIM ). Their deeds on land prece their arrival — people say they are ( CHARISMATIC, HEROIC, DARING ) but ( AMBITIOUS, NARCISSISTIC, GUILTY ) when the tide turns. Their purpose aboard the Promethean falls in line with ( FURTHERING HIS CAREER IN THE MILITARY, AND PUTTING DISTANCE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND THE GHOSTS THAT HAUNT HIM ).  

FUTURE PLOT POINTS 

NOT A SAINT ; BUT DO I HAVE TO BE?  There is nothing more tragic than a good man who is transformed by a decision that takes seconds and minutes to make. I want Jack to be forced to reckon with the idea of good and evil as they exist within him--is he still a good man? It wasn’t his hand that brought about the end of his superior officer’s life, was keeping it withindrawn, at his side as the man bled out before him, a crime equal with murder? If he comes to the conclusion that he is no longer a good man, or potentially has never been a good man, how will he reconcile that knowledge? Will he lean into his dark impulses? I would really like to see him wrestle with his guilt, and use that battle to come to some sort of conclusion, some sort of decision that parallels the one he made that day.

YOU USED TO BE ALIVE. NOW YOU’RE ALMOST MYTHIC.  I’m very interested in his title--the idol. I want to explore Jack’s relationship to his public image, this image that other people have of him in their mind. He is the ideal soldier, a shining bastion of British manhood and honor, the man that boys want to grow up to be, and women secretly wish that their husbands were--I want to explore if he buys into his own mythos, and if so, how would he react once it started to fray at the seams? Would he still be the ideal solider if the all of the military guidelines suddenly didn’t cover a particular situation? Who is he without his uniform, without the ceremonial sabre at his side? When there is nothing to be gained, and everything to be lost? 

THE WOUND WILL TAKE YOU THERE. IT IS A BLOOD TRAIL.  I want to know what would happen if someone found out the truth about what he did to advance through the ranks. What lengths would he go to in order to keep his career intact? Would his ambition, his desire to keep advancing, overwhelm any sense of decency he has left? Would he try to justify what he did? He’s very careful to keep his shiny veneer in public, to appear to his men as every bit the bronzed statue who cuts a heroic figure, so how would he react if someone saw the places where that bronze had started to patina, to oxidize? 

WRITING SAMPLE 

“Why did you decide to venture to the Arctic on this expedition?”

He smiles at the officer who had asked the question--he’s been at this long enough that he’s learned to distinguish between the pointed questions of envious soldiers, the kind that fix their gaze directly between his rigidly held shoulder blades as soon as he walks in the other direction, as if they could reach past his spine and tear out his heart with their eyes alone, and the questions of the starry eyed acolyte. This officer appears to be the former--Jack watches as he doesn’t so much as sip from his glittering flute of champagne, so much as throw back a portion of it as if it were a pint. He fixes the man with the same expression he reserves for members of the admiralty--confident enough to go out and get them a victory, to betray an absolute belief in the self, but humble enough to never claim that victory for himself alone. A smile that seems to say empire, above all else, without him ever having to speak the words.

“This expedition is the opportunity of a lifetime. I’m honored to have even been considered.” Its an answer that functions like ice--smooth to the touch, glimmering when held up to light, hiding bigger and darker truths in the depths underneath.

For a moment he’s lost to the image of the arctic--the officer wearing the sneer is suddenly transformed in front of him, his features malleable like clay until they settle on something familiar. The color is drained from the face, rendering it corpse-like, and before he can open his mouth to make sound it’s trapped--sheets of ice shoot from between the marble floor tiles, watery and with fractures that spider outwards until they threaten to move inside of him, until they threaten to fracture each bone.

You truly think you’re some kind of god, the face sneers, in a voice that sounds like something between the terrible shrieking of some kind of banshee, the howling of wind across open plain, and the voice of one long dead. Able to run faster than the sins that trail you like shadow.

Don’t you know? The ice doesn’t forgive gods or mortals. The ice only remembers.

The face opens its mouth, reveals a horrible black abyss that threatens to swallow him whole. but before he can scream, before his mind can activate a response, the whole scene dissipates. He is back in the admiralty ballroom, surrounded by women in silk dresses, hanging on the arms of soldiers who now look at him expectantly. The officer who’s face had worn a look of disgust a moment ago chuckles, somewhat awkwardly, and repeats the question that Jack must have missed while he was lost to his own imagination.

“You know they can’t hear you, right?” He grins, raises an eyebrow in a kind of challenge. “There’s no promotion available for giving the best answer at parties.” The small group that has congreated laughs, Jack nods in acknowledgement of the joke. He’s gentleman enough to acknowledge a well aimed shot, a well placed slice of the knife. He’s not gentleman enough to let the other man know how deeply it cuts, how much flesh and muscle managed to pierce.

He shrugs one shoulder, takes a step closer to the officer as if they’re about to share a secret. “But there is promotion available for a successful trip to the frozen north, wouldn’t you say dear boy?” He takes a sip of champagne, pats the younger man on the shoulder with a wolfish grin. “Not that I would ever admit to such blatant careerism, of course.” He winks, before turning to the whole of their group, and raising his glass.

“To the glory of the empire, above all else!”

[esmew9785]

Episode 2 - Yin iron

My favorite original episodes 🙂

-sword fight by the waterfall, they are so young and carefree, life is just the greatest adventure. Wei Wuxian adjusting Lan Wangji's sleeve while scolding him not to sneek up on him, he was startled that's why he started fight, it was Lan Wangji's fault again, ok?

-sweet babe Wei Ying in the library drawing Lan Zhan's portrait and

-porn book scene!! Eeeiii, they didn't cut it out, I forgot where this scene belongs chronologicaly. Angry red eared ice prince Lan Wangji 💕 I feel you Lan Wangji, he is so pretty and shamless

-Lan Xichen is shipping wangxian from the second 1, am I right, or am I right? "Wangji, don't front with me, I know you wanted young master Wei to come with us battle water monster, so I invited them. This is going to be awesome bonding time" ( there is no scene where Lan /drinking is prohibited/ Wangji is spilling Emperor's smile away, and we don't get to see Wei Wuxian shrieking his name in rage, ahh such a waste) and then Wei Ying proves he's not just pretty pretty face but he's got some brains too and Lan Wangji cannot cope so he has no other choice than to save him from the water abyss holding him like a kitten propably becauce he cannot decide if he wants to wring his neck or bite it. Eh? Falling in love is so inconvinient, right?

-let's not forget the flute solo 🤘

-gusu trio drinking and talking about wine, hehehe, except it's not wine but it's Lan Wangji's description, Wei Wuxian your infatuation is showing, but you are a boy so you don't know shit

-Lan /drinking is prohibited/Wangji is forced to drink alcohol (I know it's funny scene, but don't force people to drink when they don't want to, OK?) and Wangji is stumbling around thank you untamed special and Wei Wuxian is regretting his life choices, but does he learn better? and first genuine discussion happens, babes. And forehead ribbon is crooked and hands are slapped away, and in the morning Sunshine Boy is standing next to drunken Wangji with his robe half down like some maiden, all hangover and seductive, all young and stupid. I love him.

- and yep, they are punished

- and yep, matchmaker Lan Xichen is sending Wei Wuxian where he's going to heal best. Wei Wuxian is running down to the pool like nothing is hurting 'cause there is that pretty boy in the water. And don' t forget yeet that shoe out of the water, my love.

I like to be friends with you. 🙂

No need. 😒

There is lot's of benefits to be friends with me🙂 (proceeds to undress, silly boy, my love, do you even know what you are doing?)

I will feed you lotus seeds when you visit me in the Lotus Pier.🙂

I wont come. (you going to eat your words wangji)😒

Secret cave under the Cold pool

Aaannndddd dun dun duuun, they are married now

-Madam Lan clan leader telling her story and the hell foreshadowing much? Those parallels. And those young, naive, eager, brave brave, boys making their first oath together not knowing yet how the circumstances, noble intentions, misunderstandings, secrets are going to f*ck them up.

Aahh, what the story, right?

[ncardaesthetics]

Seiran trivia

All info is pulled directly from the Seiran idols side stories, home screen dialogue, etc. Not really trivia but more of a collection of little fun facts, hopefully it’ll be helpful to anyone who wants to write fanfiction or make art of the Seiran idols!

Sorted alphabetically by last name, things related to relationships between the idols are at the end!

Yumi Fujishiro

Yumi plays both the flute and classical guitar

Her first name (Yumi) uses an uncommon combination of kanji, so she often has to clarify how it’s read

Yumi tends to be very serious most of the time and is very dedicated to being the best idol she can be, despite only having joined for Seira

Yumi composes some of the music for their group

Marika Ichinose

Marika’s changes hobbies often, as much as every week

She just joined the idol club on a whim

In fact, she seems to do or say a lot of things just on a feeling

Marika has been trying her hand at making outfits for the group

Marika likes to eat pumpkin

Marika tried playing around with Sachiko’s black magic for a bit

Seira Kujo

Her main hobby is violin, but she also likes horseback riding

Seira thinks that steampunk is cool

She’s working hard at mastering both the violin and being an idol

Seira goes on light jobs on nice mornings 

Minami Nagayama

Minami frequently helps out at nursery school/daycare and is very good with kids

Because of this, she’s known as “everyone’s big sister”, as the kids frequently refer to her as “onee-chan”

Minami made the outfit in her second card herself

She prepared a New Years meal for the idol club and seems to enjoy cooking/baking

Minami isn’t a very fast runner, and loses races to the nursery kids

According to Akiru, Minami tends to be nosy

Shizuku Osaka

Shizuku is a trusted member of the theater club

Shizuku became in idol hoping it would help her better her theater performances

Shizuku has considered playing a male role in theater

She seems to enjoy reading

She hopes to be performing and singing in English one day

Akiru Shinomiya

According to Minami, Akiru is known as the “cool beauty” of the group

One of her hobbies is people-watching, and she says she has a good eye for people

Akiru doesn’t seem to be very trusting of just anyone, saying “ If you speak kind words to everyone, you're bound to be deceived.”

She’s also fairly prideful and competitive, and holds herself to a high standard, wishing she could perform better and not considering her performances perfect or seeming very happy with them

She says she knows friends are important, but doesn’t want to go out of her way for them

She also claims she “wants to be the kind of girl to toy with others”

Akiru loves swimming as well

Aya Sugisaki

Aya’s a member of the calligraphy club, and it’s her main hobby

Calligraphy doesn’t make her nervous, but idol activities tend to

Before joining the idol club, Aya was so nervous about speaking in front of an audience that she would get scolded for being too quiet when told to read aloud to the class at school

Aya used to think that her only redeeming quality was her calligraphy, and even then she’s insecure about it, but she’s become a bit more confident, even if she says she still considers herself incompetent 

Aya doesn’t consider herself charming like the other members

Grinding ink and doing calligraphy is relaxing for Aya

Sachiko Tanaka

One of her outfit designs was basically just a piece of black cloth, according to Marika

Sachiko’s hobbies include visiting abandoned buildings

Sachiko often claims to be “the Wizard of the Abyss” or “she who knows the truth of this world”

She’s tried to make potions and cast spells to make the group popular

She sometimes speaks very old-fashioned, using words like “thy”, “ye”, “shall”, etc.

Sachiko often shops at a black magic store 

Sachiko prefers the darkness to daylight

She claims the bandages on her arm are a seal that contains her dark magic power

She says she’s part of the “secret arts research club”

Ayumi Torii

Ayumi’s main hobby is baking

Ayumi says she can’t date anyone due to being a school idol

She seems fairly self confident at times, saying “It's me, so I obviously have the role that stands out the most”

She can be a bit harsh sometimes and doesn’t want anyone’s unnecessary concern or unasked for advice

Ayumi threatens to give people a knuckle sandwich at times

She seems to be easily irritated at times

Relationships

Yumi only joined the idol club because Seira did

Yumi, Marika, Akiru, Sachiko, and Ayumi call the others by their first names, with no honorifics 

The other club members refer to each other by their first names + -chan

The Seiran idols performed orchestral music for one of their lives, which both Seira and Yumi were excited about (though Yumi hides it)

Yumi and Seira worked together on the demo tape for their new song

Yumi says that any “weird shapes” Sachiko draws should be erased and scolds her for bringing “weird liquids” into the club room

Yumi and Ayumi practice together 

Marika worries/wonders if Sachiko is cold with the cloth she uses for ceremonies 

Marika enjoys eating Ayumi’s sweets

Seira really admires Yumi’s musical talent

Seira thinks that steampunk really suits Yumi

Seira goes to both Shizuku’s performances and Aya’s calligraphy exhibits 

Seira says that Yumi is really strict with her, but that’s her way of showing she cares

According to Seira, Yumi and Ayumi act cool, but are kind on the inside

Seira helps Minami out at the nursery sometimes

Seira goes on dates with Yumi and says she wants her to praise her more

Minami refers to Sachiko as “Sacchan”

Minami seems to at least pretend to believe in Sachiko’s magic, and goes out of her way to make sure they can eat together on New Years despite Sachiko “being trapped inside a magic circle”

Minami describes Ayumi as being cute as a doll, and they cook together

Akiru taught the other idols how to ice skate 

Marika and Shizuku train together

Aya says that while Sachiko says a lot of weird things, she’s a nice girl

Aya thinks that Shizuku has nice hair, and wants tips from her for silkier hair

Aya and Marika diet together

Sachiko thinks to go to Aya for help

Sachiko thinks Marika gets bored too easily and that she shouldn’t take the path to the dark arts so lightly

Ayumi bakes sweets for the kids at Minami’s nursery 

Ayumi thinks Aya is way too nervous and just needs to highlight more of her own character

Ayumi looks to Shizuku for help with putting her feelings into songs

Ayumi wonders if there’s any point to Sachiko picking up random sticks and rocks in the woods

[staravya]

each sect has a primary type determined by the founder (usually based off the type most prevalent in the area), and a secondary subtype determined by the current leader; disciples are encouraged but not required to befriend at least 1 ‘mon that shares either the type or subtype.

uhhh the rest of this is under a cut bc i started to ramble and Could Not Stop

each cultivator has 1 partner and a rotating party of otherwise friendly ‘mon that may or may not decide to accompany them at any point in time; as such, cultivators are more like rangers than battlers. resident ‘mon are often allied to a sect, not to individual people, though they may pick and choose favorites (usually but not always favoring the sect leader). 

cultivators ultimately strive to be chosen by a legendary. most legendaries have gone into seclusion following the conclusion of the battle against necrozma and its ultra beasts that punctured reality at burial mounds. the only known successful person to still have a bond since then is baoshan sanren, who is xerneas’ herald. (eventually, wei ying with giratina will be next)

the yin iron is an artifact that creates an unrefined version of shadow pokemon, thus killing the partnered person’s consciousness and allowing for zombie-like control, along with overpowered and borderline feral 'mon. 

golden cores are still a thing, and are generally considered blessings from both arceus and necrozma as a gesture of goodwill from the two creators after they stopped their war. to destroy one is blasphemous. 

the burial mounds is a place where the torn world and real world intersect, meaning people who go there don’t return and it’s haunted by countless ghost types. when wwx was yeeted in, his lack of a core was actually what allowed him to forge a bond with giratina.

giratina reveals that it has been trapped in the torn world since the damage on reality that arceus and necrozma created when they waged battle. it suspects that necrozma has loathed it and its dark matter and thus only relented in its assault once giratina was sealed in the shadows. it has been trying to leave for forever, but golden cores (and thus also arceus itself) inherently rebuff it because they are symbols of the tentative ceasefire and that relies on gira being sealed. wwx, who happens to have the griseous orb from That Cave (idk, maybe they fought an ultra beast there), goes “oh cool” and makes the vermillion flute that briefly allows giratina to use wwx as an intermediary through which it can be kinda freer ish. maybe.

however everyone’s like “but necrozma will only leave us alone if you embrace your golden core and leave gira trapped in the abyss :00000″ and wwx, very reasonably, with curling tendrils of red-tipped shadows sloughing off his silhouette, tells them to shut the fuck up and tell him where the wen remnants are being held prisoner right now, please and thank you

oh and. the sects: main type | secondary subtypes (enacted by this leader)

gusu lan: flying | ice (qinghung-jun) -> psychic (xichen) lanling jin: fairy | dragon (guangshan) -> normal (guangyao) -> ??? (rulan) yunmeng jiang: water | bug (fengmian) -> poison (jiang cheng) qishan wen: fire | dark (ruohan) qinghe nie: steel | fighting (mingjue) -> psychic (huaisang)

the nie sect has notoriously picked fighting as its subtype several leaders in a row. nhs was expected to uphold this tradition when his kirlia evolved but he went for gardevior instead of gallade and now theyre psychic! haha! wonderful! everyone is confusion.

qi deviation is probably Light Sickness from golden cores going out of whack. thanks meng yao this was definitely necessary for,, whatever it is your motive is i dont even remember

wwx’s partner is a zoroark that spent most of its youth disguised as a variety of water types. while he did ally himself with genuine water types he still preferred to have his partner do Whatever (haha see what i d—)

anyway. preliminary possible partners, this has zero thought and is mostly just like, word association

gusu lan: flying (subtype ice -> psychic) lwj — altaria, espeon lxc — lapras lqr —  drampa, metagross lsz — kricketune*, volcarona, dragonite, corviknight (gift?) ljy — chatot, flygon ly (chord assassin) — kommo-o (fuck yeah) RESIDENTS: swablu+, snorunt+, starly+, pidgey+, rufflet+, pidove+, hoothoot+, taillow+, most common birds+

lanling jin: fairy (subtype dragon -> normal -> grass) jgs (garbage) — grimmsnarl madam jin — ribombee jgy (evil) — mimikyu, florges jzx (token het) — haxorus, sirfetch’d, rapidash (g), serperior jzx (cursed dumbass) —  qs (yikes) — eldegoss jrl (babey!!!) — flapple lqy — beautifly RESIDENTS: cleffa+, flabébé+, cottonee+, carbink,

yunmeng jiang: water (subtype bug -> poison) jfm — samurott yz — toxicitry, luxray, vikavolt, araquanid, starmie, cloyster jyl — vaporeon wwx — zoroark, giratina [previous: kabutops, quagsire, swampert] jwy — empoleon, noivern, dragelge, gyarados, feraligatr, toxicitry RESIDENTS: azurill+, chinchou+, lotad+, buizel+, dewpider+, staryu+, shellder+, water starters+, wooper+, magikarp+, feebas+, skrelp+

qishan wen: fire (subtype dark) wrh — charizard*, hydreigon, spiritomb, houndoom, tyranitar wx — sharpedo wc — mightyena, golisopod wq — ninetales, salazzle wql — litleo?? man idk wen ning is such a good egg. volcarona? salamence? hydreigon But Good This Time? wzl — weavile wlj —  RESIDENTS: houndour+, growlithe+, vulpix+, fire starters+, litwik+, slugma+

qinghe nie: steel (subtype fighting -> psychic) nmj — gallade, aggron, garchomp nhs — gardevior, oricorio (sensu), mienshao, milotic RESIDENTS: skarmory+, pawniard+, riolu+, machop+, timburr+, aron+, honedge+

other: ss (garbage) —  bssr — xerneas