#additions fairy tale destiny

[yuurei20]

Malleus Facts Part 3: Time

Lilia explains that the Draconia family is "especially long-lived, even for fae. They’re children at 200 and still youthful at 500…only around the age of 1,000 do they fully mature.”

In Book 7 we learn that Malleus is 178 years old.

Despite how things makes him still a child as far as dragon-fae are concerned, he will still comment on how everyone around him is akin to an infant in comparison to himself: he says the prefect is “practically a baby” from his perspective, and that Riddle is hardly older than a newborn babe.

Malleus seems to have a poor grasp of the passage of time, saying that a human’s life is “too short to accomplish anything” the way he sees it.

Malleus has two lines about losing track of time with the prefect, saying it is a strange feeling, but it seems to happen often: he is surprised to hear a design he recognizes is an antique, and that a book he gives to Leona was written in a language that is now dead.

This loose grasp of time may be why Malleus will wait in one place for hours, which he does in preparation for Glorious Masquerade and Firelit Sky.

When Malleus fails to guess when and where an upcoming housewarden meeting is to be held he takes a guess and waits to two hours in a lecture hall, then an additional hour in the library.

Lilia says that most humans don’t wait in the same place for hours on end and Malleus responds, “Humans can be such busy creatures.”

Malleus seems to be processing the concept of time and death in the main story: he comments on how humans grow withered in less than a century, and Lilia explains how human lives are easily cut short. “Such is the creature called man—neighbor to we creatures of the night.”

Malleus remains pensive throughout Book 6. At the beginning of Book 7 Lilia cheerfully says that “old geezers” like him can be impatient because they don’t have much time left, which seems to similarly resonate with Malleus. Lilia explains that “destiny is inevitable” and there are some things that not even he can change.

Malleus explains his frustrations with the artificially limited lifespan of his tamagotchi and Lilia says, “it’s a fairy-tale game, designed to comfort people. Perhaps there’s no harm in indulging in its fantasy—one where people live on indefinitely, so long as you take care of them.”

Lilia then hurriedly reminds Malleus not miss his “last party,” which also seems to perplex Malleus.

[wriheart]

Darling and the Charming Siblings

Part three of my Ever After High rewrite let’s gooooooooooooo. I am so excited to finally get these ideas out of my head and into writing.

All of my Ever After High posts can be found here if you haven’t read them, the previous two posts explain the world building and a bit about the magic of Ever After.

So, as mentioned in my original post, the fairytale children are not, in fact, born from their parents, but instead from a magical tree that is planted upon the completion of a story. The major reason I did this is because of…insest. I know, I know, the show kind of explains it away with that one episode where the charming kids are explaining “we’re not related to that charming family or that charming family” yada yada, it never made sense or sat right to me. If all of the kids are supposed to be the descendants of fairy tale characters, Apple and Daring should be siblings. So when coming up with ideas for my rewrite, that was the most major aspect of the original that I wanted to change. So here we are.

My solution still had two problems though: a) if the charming siblings were raised by their fairytale parents, they would all be raised separately, and wouldn't have that sibling dynamic, and b) if they were raised by their fairytale parents they would be raised side-by-side with their love interest (like if Apple and Daring were raised in the same castle), we would still have insest-adjacent bs.

So, I fell back on my nobel family idea that I came up with for the villian kids: there’s a nobel family who raises all of the Prince Charmings. So Daring, Dexter, Darling, and the other charming brothers all grew up in the same home. Out of all of the noble families, the family who has raised every generation of Charmings is the most renowned.

Darling is a little different from her brothers, however. She was not born from a fairytale tree. Instead, she’s the legitimate child of Cinderella and Prince Charming.

For this fanfic (if I ever write it), one of the major themes that I will be exploring is the classism present in the world of Ever After. After all, you have the royals who find themselves born into a happy ending, and the rebels who are stuck with gruesome fates and taught from a young age that they have to go along with it. Then, you have the students without a destiny who are treated like mere extras hardly worthy of anything.

Now what does this have to do with Darling? Well, the fairytale characters are not supposed to have children, after all, that’s what the trees are for. So when Cinderella gave birth to a daughter, Emperor Grim was not happy. But Cinderella is a royal, a queen who has otherwise followed her destiny to a t. By taking her daughter and sending her to be raised by the most prestigious nobel family, it is a slap on the wrist punishment for Cinderella’s offense. If a villian survived and had a kid (or anyone who wasn’t a royal made the same mistake as Cinderella) their punishment would be much more severe. So Darling being raised by the Charmings shows how those with higher up positions are treated differently from the rest of the population.

(It still sucks for Cinderella, don’t get me wrong. To occasionally see her daughter when she visits EAH to see Ashlyn, catching a glimpse of Darling is painful.)

Darling does not know she is Cinderella’s daughter. For all she knows, she’s the daughter of the nobles who raised her. She’s Lady Darling Charming. In addition to the prestige noble families gain for raising the next generation, their children have a higher chance of being accepted into EAH when trying out. So Darling tries out and is accepted. (I’m not yet sure what destiny I’m going to have her try out for but it’s something where she’s a damsel in distress or something along those lines.)

Even though she’s seen as a lady by most, growing up with many, many brothers means she was roughhousing from a young age, and since they grew up with her, her brothers don’t care that she’s a girl and they’ll happily train with her.

When it comes to taking control of her own destiny, Darling is playing the long game. She would rather be taking sword fighting lessons instead of learning how to be a damsel in distress, but in a world where destinies are framed as life or death, she knows that for now, as much as it pains her, she must keep her head down.

That doesn’t mean she’s doing nothing though. Since the moment she arrived at EAH, Darling has been exploring. She knows the castle like the back of her hand: every secret passage is known to her and she uses that knowledge to her advantage. Blondie may be the one who loves finding gossip, but Darling is the one who truly knows everything that is going on at EAH.

So, of course, she knows that Raven is trying to break free of her destiny. Darling is willing to do anything to help, even if it means traveling into the cursed world of wonderland.

Daring, Dexter, and Darling are the three main charmings, but I might have to create a few more charming siblings to tell the story. There are so many tales with princes, and with at least four princesses in need of a prince (Apple, Briar, Ashlynn, and Holly) it makes sense to come up with a bunch more. Plus, I think it would be fun if the charmings grew up in a house with twelve other siblings.

Anyway, I’m trying to keep the characters mostly the same. Darling appears shy and soft-spoken, the perfect lady, when in reality that’s simply a way for her to disguise her rebellious intentions until the time is right. She’s curious, inquisitive, and a lover of adventure. Dexter is very self-conscious. Compared to his other brothers, he isn’t very good at the typical prince things, and yet, he has to be. He can’t fail his fairy tale. He’s constantly under pressure, and the things he thinks about himself are very harsh. Daring is also under pressure, as the prince with the most famous destiny. He’s constantly risking his life to save those around him before his destiny is even started. He sacrifices his own time to constantly be the one people turn to when there’s a foe to be vanquished, so he’s never really taken the time to simply be by himself and enjoy what he wants to do. He copes by constantly making sure his appearance is perfect, because even if he’s feeling tired on the inside, his charmingness must persist.

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[hyunpic]

list of songs hyunjin has played on his lives/recommended:

note: im probably missing some & i couldn’t put links to all of them cause apparently tumblr has a link limit 🤨

lauv: julia, lonely eyes, invisible things, paris in the rain, never not, im so tired, the story never ends, i like me better

offonff: photograph, cigarette (ft. miso & tablo), dance, bath

beyoncé: crazy in love (remix)

billie eilish: i love you, &burn, idontwannabeyouanymore, ocean eyes, before i go, tv

honne: day1, la la la that’s how it goes

christina perri: a thousand years

shawn mendes: mercy, treat you better, in my blood

dvwn: phobia

dpr live: jam & butterfly

jehwi: dear moon

leehi: rose

bts: dna, waste it on me, make it right

colde: where love begins, string (ft. sunwoojunga), the museum, wa-r-r, your dog loves you (ft. crush), control me, a song nobody knows, im in love

got7: miracle, hard carry

justin bieber: lonely

josef salvat: call on me

taemin: criminal

night off: sleep

sam kim: make up (ft. crush), like a fool, sunny days summer nights

niki: lowkey

iu: the visitor, lullaby, knees, love poem, give you my heart, my sea

cha ni: starlight

sia: snowman

akmu: happening

sunwoojunga: run with me

the black skirts: everything

korea cracker: ocean (ft. hoyeon kim)

cosmic boy: can i love?

penomeco: no.5 (ft. crush)

yerin baek: blooming memories, limit

10cm: so…., however

day6: i’ll try, love me or leave me, when you love someone, you were beautiful, congratulations, zombie, days gone by, afraid

dean: d (half moon), instagram, what 2 do, bonnie & clyde

exo: first snow, the eve, love shot

sam fischer: this city

jukjae: do you want to walk with me?, lullaby

ph-1: nerdy love (ft. yerin baek), as i told you

baekhyun: love again, un village

amine: blackjack

young k: come as you are, guard you

flume: say it (ft. tove lo)

twice: dance the night away, fancy

ariana grande: thank u, next

hajin: we all lie

about: it has to be you

caroline says: winter is cold

h.e.r: u, wait for it

bol4: to my youth

monday kiz: winter is as i wished

paul kim: the road, additional

sweden laundry: the winter

jung seung hwan: in that winter

chungha: gotta go

zion.t: no make up, snow

airman: gloomy star, i’ll be your spring (ft. j_ust)

motte: dont run away

seventeen: a-teen, super

khalid: location

lukas graham: 7 years

imagine dragons: believer

bo kyung kim: dont think you are alone

jung ilhoon: spoiler (ft. babylon)

davichi: falling in love, 이 사랑

coldplay: everglow, viva la vida

lyn: my destiny

jus2: focus on me, long black, senses (jpn version)

crush: beautiful, you and i

ed sheeran: lego house, perfect, photograph, beautiful people

croosh: why

20 years of age: x

tori kelly: paper hearts

seulgi: always

luna: do you love me? (ft. george)

wisue: someone’s shining

epik high: eternal sunshine

jp saxe: if the world was ending

seori: fairy tale

bruno mars: marry you

the weeknd: earned it, die for you

jung seunghwan: its raining, an ordinary day, dear

sam tinnesz: play with fire

post malone: motley crew

jihyo: stardust love song

kim feel: your voice

sung sikyung: solar system, heejae

younha: stardust

wonpil: a journey

taeyeon: invu, some nights, toddler, drawing our moments

nct dream: boom

ha hyunsang: 3108

huhgak: memory of your scent

se so neon: nan chun, a long dream, midnight train, stranger

umi: remember me

tvxq!: mirotic

johnny balik: honey

red velvet: psycho

new jeans: hype boy

christian kuria: losing you

cigarettes after sex: k. , each time you fall in love, sunsetz, apocalypse

dpr ian: nerves, no blueberries, 1 shot

samm henshaw: broke

woodz: drowning

kelly clarkson: underneath the tree

kimmuseum: to you who cant sleep

taylor swift: betty

lana del rey: young and beautiful

harry styles: watermelon sugar, she

pink sweat$: honesty

masego: tadow

olivia rodrigo: vampire

troye sivan: youth, for him

kai: mmmh

2pm: my house

oasis: wonderwall, hey now

mac miller: that’s on me, everybody

nothing but thieves: amsterdam

bren joy: sweet

back number: i love you

mac ayres: next to you, roses

daniel caesar: blessed, ocho rios, get you (ft. kali uchis), take me away (ft. syd), do you like me?, disillusioned

green day: dilemma

puma blue: already falling

bruno major: nothing, easily, places we won’t walk, the most beautiful thing, old soul

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanons pt 22

Teachers Addition

It wouldn't be high school without the teachers and to teach the students passed down legacies.

A good majority of the adults went to Ever After High School and some even became teachers to teach the future generation.

At the end of the day teachers need a place to sleep and we get to see who roomed with who during their high school years.

The teachers' living quarters are between the boys and girls dorm and is smaller than the students' dormitory.

Like the students each room is design to fit the persons personality.

Headmasters Milton and Giles Grimm

Brothers Milton and Giles created Ever After High to teach the future fairy tales their storybook legacies. Overtime Giles notice how some destinies weren't equal even if some were happy ever afters. Giles purposed a way to make everyone happy, but Milton didn't agree. Still traumatized of almost losing Giles when they were children made him deadset on following the pre-determined fates and because he fears he'll lose power. There was a huge fight and Milton cursed his brother to speak Riddlish and banish him to the Vault of Lost Tales.

Being co-headmasters and founders of Ever After High School, Milton and Giles have the biggest rooms in the living quarters.

Milton's room is similar to his office: full of portraits of himself, full of awards, clean, expensive furniture, posh, with a canopy bed, and blue.

Giles's room is similar to the Vault of Lost Tales: messy, papers everywhere, books piled high, mix-matched furniture, and red.

When Milton cursed Giles the police investigated and closed his room up. Milton avoided the room at all crime to not feel guilt for what he had done to his brother.

When, Giles is free from his curse (he didn't get cured in Thronecoming) and Milton is arrested for his crimes, everyone predicts that Giles will throw away Milton's things. But, he doesn't. Giles lets it be, even after his brother's betrayel he refuses to touch the room.

Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga teaches home-evilnomics and facility advisor and though she sides with Headmaster Grimm with destiny she's less strict and willing to show sympathy for those who want change.

Baba Yaga doesn't need a room due to her living in her cottage/office with chicken legs so it changes locations and we've seen it plenty of times in the show.

Her cottage has Slavic designs, candles, spell books, potions, and she has a steering wheel to control the hut.

I believe Baba Yaga's cottage/office is like the shotgun houses from my home state Louisiana. For those who don't know what a shotgun house is it's a narrow house (front to back) and each room is divided for better examples: 1 2 3. The first section is her office, second potion making section, third kitchen, fourth bathroom, and last bedroom.

Mr. Breaker Badwolf

Breaker Badwolf was a student at Ever After High School where he studied (met the love of his life Ruby Hood and had a daughter) and now teaches General Villainy.

Breaker's room resembles a wolf's cave like his niece Ramona's room with rock formations, dim lighting, and leather furniture.

He seems like a hunter to me, so he has a collection of traps and snares in his room.

He keeps a two-way-book to speak with his with, photos of Ruby & Cerise, and letters from her hidden away in his room.

The White Queen

After, evacuating Wonderland due to the Evil Queen's curse, she and her fellow Wonderlanders escaped to Ever After. She got a job at Ever After High School as the new Princessology teacher.

Like all the Wonderlanders her room is messy, but in a organized chaos sort of way.

Her room is styled like a chessboard with Wonderland decor.

Maid Martha Marion

Maid Marion is the teacher of damsel-in-distress class and mother of Sparrow Hood.

Her cartoon and book appearance are drastically different in the show she looks like the perfect damsel while in the book she was described as:

Madam Maid Marian set a black bag under the desk, then removed her cone hat. Her hair was chestnut and cut in a short bob. She was fresh-faced, with no makeup. A few freckles dotted her wide nose and high cheekbones. She wore the colors of the forest, with a moss-green tunic and brown leggings. A pair of green feather earrings completed the woodsy look. Her suede boots looked super comfortable.

Appearances aside Unlike other damsels-In-distress she teaches her students to save themselves.

Her room is a hodgepodge of luxurious queen/ forest decor.

She definitely has exercise equipment and hunting gear like bows and arrows in her room.

Coach Gingerbreadman

Coachh Gingerbreadman is the gym teacher who encourages his students to run faster to avoid crazed bakers.

His room is more of a gym than a bedroom with a treadmill, weights, a rowing machine, and etc.

His room is mostly candy & gingerbread decor with trophies decorating the walls.

Evil Step-Librarians

Evil Step-Librarians (Stephanie and Sissy) are the librarians of the school, one is the mother of Prudence and Charlotte, and Cinderella's stepsisters.

While other staff members have their own room, they share one while at Ever After High School.

Their room has a gaudy luxury feel to it. Like everything cost of money but it looks cheaply made and tacky. And everything is bejeweled.

Since they're librarians the room has multiply bookcases with trashy romance novels.

Prof. Jack B. Nimble

Prof. Jack B. Nimble is the of tall tales and seems to be a popular teacher among the students.

Prof. Jack has a huge candle collection ranging from size, colors, and scents. He has the cleanest smelling room in the teachers' sleeping area.

As you can see by his desk most of the furniture in his room is candle themed.

Because of this the sprinkler system goes off in his room a lot (similar to Faybelle).

He also has a huge bookcase where he keeps a collection tale tales and poems.

Prof. Pied Piper

Prof. Alto Pied Piper is the music teacher and the father of Melody Piper.

His room is similar to the music classroom with many instruments and music books.

He keeps his Imperial Gold Turntables in his room when not using them in his class.

He has a mini fridge stocked with snacks for his pet rats.

He owns a huge collection of flutes and vinyl discs.

Rumpelstiltskin

Rumpelstiltskin teaches chemistry and is one of the least popular teachers in the school due making students spin straw to gold for extra credit.

His room is probably one of the messiest rooms in the teachers' living quarters and screams goblin core.

He has a spinning wheel that he uses to spin his own gold.

Momma and Papa Bear

Ursula and Bernard are a married couple so obviously they share a room together.

Their room is cottage core with bear cave elements.

Like their story sleep in separate beds since Poppa likes his mattress firm and Momma likes her mattress soft.

Ursula teaches cooking class so she has a ton of cookbooks and Bernard teaches beast training and keeps many cages and pet supplies in their room.

Their son, Teddy, sometimes visits them when not in class.

Author's note: We were robbed that they never appeared in the show!

Hagatha

Hagatha is the school's lunch lady who is infamous for her porridge which she adds artificial lumps to.

Can't really say too much about her so maybe insects motifs on her dress she has food and bug decor in her room.

Mrs. Trollsworth

Mrs. Trollsworth is the secretery and Headmaster Grimm's assistant in his schemes.

Being a troll, her room is messy with a mix of grandma parlor room decor.

Mr. Green Thumb - Is the groundkeeper/gardener, due to his small size he most likely has the smallest room in the teachers' living quarters. It most likely full of gardening equipment and indoor plants.

Prof. Card - Prof. Card with the other Wonderlanders evacuated after the Evil Queen's curse, he is the current art teacher at Ever After High School. His room is full of art supplies and has a few weapons since he was a guard.

Prof. Knight - Prof. Knight teaches Hero Training and is one of the oldest teachers in the school who still remembers the art of knighthood. His room is decorated with suits of armor, swords, and horse decor.

Well, that's all the staff at Ever After High School!

[shadowqueenjude]

I FINISHED CINDERELLA 3.

I loved the Prince! They actually gave him a personality! Super sweet cinnamon roll with a bit of an adventurous side, he’s fucking awesome! Just climbed up my list of Disney Princes! And Cinderella chasing her own destiny was epic! Anastasia’s arc was the best! She’s just a girl: sweet, awkward, and a dreamer! It’s really nice that they showed that you can grow up with poor parents and be influenced by them and still grow to be a better person, especially bc I experienced something similar with my own family! Great addition to the original fairy tale!

[kysukioshi]

Concordia

Neteyam x fem!Na’vi OC

summary: a tale of love, redemption and betrayal; Neteyam and Tsuk'ami, two Na'vi from rival clans share a past forged in the innocence of a childhood friendship. Tensions between their clans rise as they strive to rewrite a destiny that fate has woven for them.

warnings: this story may contain violence, smut and swearing, so if you're not comfortable with those topics, please don't interact.

Story Masterlist

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Part Three - Veiled Portents

Tsuk’ami was always told she was a dreamer. She always focused on the irrational, the fairy tales and the myths, and how easily it could be her weakness. She was told she should wake up, and focus on the realities everyone had to face in order to survive—especially since she was the future of Soluna; the next generation.

At some point in her teenage-hood, she put her reading and writing hobbies aside. The judgement from her clan’s elders was too much for her to swallow. But as she got older, she embraced it.. kind off.

She hid her writing cloths and papers, but she no longer felt embarrassed to admit it to herself. She crafted vivid narratives, intricate stories of the resilience of the Na’vi people, the wars and the ages of peace, as well as some romance. One thing in particular she was proud of, was her character Txi.

She liked to think of Txi as her alter ego. Txi was brave, and she was a strong leader that led her people to freedom and peace from the external threats.

Txi was the embodiment of Tsuk’ami’s aspirations. Those desires were not only about her fantasies of fighting in a war, they were also about her mother. She wanted her mother to know Tsuk’ami’s limits— to see how much Tsuk’ami was actually capable of.

Now that Tsuk’ami met Neteyam, her deepest desire reignited itself again, making her curious to all the secrets and stories other clans had to share.

Her clan had its traditions, which consisted of the people knowing only about their clan. The knowledge wasn’t limited only to the leaders, and she knew she couldn’t wait that long to find out. She also knew where such informations could be kept.

…

In the middle of the night, Tsuk’ami slipped out of her family’s hut, trying to go unnoticed as she walked to her mothers study chambers— guided by the curiosity of her mother’s extensive collection of historical tomes and scrolls.

She moved the linen door flap, walking in and carefully, as if not to leave evidence, looking around the room. She crouched near a section of a shelf, which had ‘confidential’ written on stone above it. She cautiously looked through the neatly arranged scrolls and papers, her fingers tracing over each title as she worded it quietly.

Her hand brushed over a certain scroll, the wood handle old and dusty, with an engraved ‘narratives of the neighbours’.

Tsuk’ami became frustrated as she began to read. The first few segments of the long texts spoke only of customs and bygone eras she had already heard of. But as she dove deeper into the lengths of the scroll, she delved into accounts that spoke of conflict and alliances.

“The Tipani tribe, always stood protectors to the borders of many clans they bordered. Their domain veiled in the mist of the treetops. Their resilient tales bore stories of great craftsmanship, which had helped these people fight like true warriors, and succeeded in many wars. The alliance between the Tipani and Soluna were always helpful both ways. Soluna had provided them with passage, as well as supply pathways for their own, personal use.”

She ran her fingers over the additional, unimportant parts of the text

“Unfortunately, due to disputes and let downs, both sides decided to end their long term partnership, and Soluna declined any further supply chain support.”

“But what then?” Tsuk’ami whispered angrily. Those were no answers to her. What could have prompted them to cut their connections?

She scrolled through other texts, all until she found one titled ‘the lost tribe’

“The Omatikaya tribe had once had all eyes on it. Their borders held beautiful nature within them, which is why they were called what they were called; Omatikaya— blessed by Eywa. They had always been spiritual leaders, powerful and smart healers. Many of their leaders even rode the great Toruk. They had amazing supplies of food, as their grounds were rich with minerals and other supplements that produced good quality foods.

The Omatikaya, however, chose a wrong path. Their opportunities to prosper washed away as they let a demon enter their lands, mate their royalty and lead them. Although Tsyeyk te Suli lead wars and even rode the great Toruk, he still should have not been elected for Olo’eyktan.”

Tsuk’ami’s eyes were wide. That was it? Even after such information she was left in a cusp of revelation. Jake Sully, she thought. Neteyam’s father. She still answers, closure. She threw the scroll down as frustration welled within her.

How was Jake Sully allowed to the Omatikaya? What had changed their minds?

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Neytiri’s footsteps were quiet in the echoing halls of the hallow hometree. She walked to the communal hut, moving with pride, as she always did. Her shoulders were pushed back, tail high, and braids neatly placed behind her ears.

She walked through the beaded doors, the elders standing to greet her, their gazes respectively turned towards the floor.

She walked around the round table, stopping at her eldest son’s side.

Neteyam’s gaze followed his mother, watching her sit right beside him. They shared a meaningful look, knowing both of them hated being there. Jake had left that hate club a couple years back, as he had gotten used to spending hours on end in that room, on that wooden chair, with those same babbling elders.

“Neteyam” he heard his mother’s soft voice, whisper quietly under the loud chatted “I know it is draining, but we must focus”

“Sorry” Neteyam murmured before he sat back, his ears perked at the never ending conversations that just didn’t concern him for some reason. He would care, if they were speaking about security problems, or patrol arrangements, but the words shared between the elders were everything but that.

“How affective do you believe our systems are?” And elder, Lefpa asked, turning towards Jake. “I understand we were offered new arrangements, by Anurai.”

Neteyam became interested

Jake sighed, “I believe their terms were far too vague, odd.” He began “I do not trust such ill-defined requests. I have seen where such agreements led, with the Soluna.” Neteyam’s ears twitched

“I agree. Such things require careful consideration” Futep spoke, his boney and skinny fingers tapping on the wooden table they sat at.

Neteyam had a list of the elders he hated. It was a special little place he kept somewhere in his heart, and that way always remembered. Futep was on the top of that list. He was always the most persistent when it came to Neteyam’s training and evolving into a grown, capable man. But never in a parenting, caring way. Neteyam had realised Futep was always furious with the fact that a ‘demon’ sat at the head of the council meeting table. He did everything he could to make Neteyam suffer through his training, so he can prove to everyone how a child through whose veins flows blood of a demon, is harder to train and excel.

Neteyam, of course, proved him wrong, so Futep searched for more ways to discreetly make him and his father and siblings suffer. His excuse was “your father signed up for this life, he, and you, must face our traditions and customs”

Everything he did, everything he said, annoyed Neteyam like nothing on Pandora. His constant finger tapping, throat clearing. The way his whole face sagged. The way he spoke slowly, with his chin facing the ceiling.

“What about the sightings. On the Soluna borders. Does it not concern us?” Lai spoke “they must be plotting something new.”

Jake looked to Neteyam “I had sent Neteyam to investigate the matter. Apparently it was a bug in the system” Jake didn’t pay much mind to it, but Neteyam’s head became loud.

“Were the sightings substantiated?” Futep turned to Neteyam, his fingers interlocking as he gazed at the boy. All the elders gazes were now on him.

Neteyam’s ears began to ring.

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“Tsuk’ami must you interrupt me now?” Deyla looked up from her reading, her head still facing down. “I hope it’s important.” She finally put her scroll aside, now fully looking up at her daughter.

“Has father returned?” Tsuk’ami’s voice was questioning, as she spotted her father’s gear neatly placed on the against a wall. Her question was answered, as she caught a glimpse of movement at the entrance of her parents’ alcove.

She saw her father, a genuine smile breaking across his weathered face. “Paskalin” he exclaimed warmly, opening his arms to welcome her with an embrace that enveloped her in warmth and familiarity.

Her face lit up. Her father’s returns always brought much ease—understanding, to her.

Their embrace lingered for a moment longer, before her father, Kxeku, pulled back gently, a twinkle in his eyes at the sight of his daughter. “What are you up to?”

Tsuk’ami’s gaze returned to her mother. “I was hoping to visit Vitraya Ramunong today.” She explained. “Ah, the call of the forest” her father teased, ruffling her hair affectionately.

“A ritual is being performed at the tree of souls today.” Deyla informed her “I am afraid you will have to pick another day.” Her mother smiled softly returning the scrolls to her lap.

“What about the other one?” Tsuk’ami’s ears fell back, understanding of the consequences that might occur from that question.

Deyla’s brow furrowed slightly, “Which one?”. Her father’s gaze fell on her “the one at the borders?” His tone was questioning, and at it, her mother’s eyes widened “far too close!” She exclaimed

“I know” Tsuk’ami nodded, respectfully, understanding her mother’s concern “but I know you of anyone would understand. The great mother intends to show me something. I must hear.. I must see.”. At her comments, Kxeku had a considerate look on his face, as if seeking permission from his wife.

Deyla’s protective instincts clashed with Tsuk’ami’s eagerness “Your father may be more lenient,” she conceded “but that is dangerous. Those parts of the forest.. they are unforgiving.” She acknowledged.

After moments of silence, and her mother’s quiet concentrations, she looked up at her daughter again “with caution.”

Filled with a mix of gratitude for her mother’s guidance and bubbling excitement for her impending adventure, Tsuk’ami respectfully thanked her mother before swiftly departing toward the forest’s edge. Her heart danced in anticipation as she ran trough familiar paths that led to the lush forest

The animals she crossed paths with, sights and smells she encountered on her way to the tree, all fit her spirit. It was as if she always left a trace of herself wherever she went. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, painting her face with soft, warm hues.

As the sight of the tree of souls, she halted.

The colossal tree stood, surrounded by vibrant life of beautiful flowers and plants, hit by the colours of the sunset sky, making it even more eternal.

The expansive branches reached skyward, its bioluminescent roots hanging from its tops. It carried a tranquil energy, a silence and a peace.

It had her heart racing, and her neural queue already awakening its soft glow. She walked quickly with excitement.

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Neteyam soared through the skies astride his ikran, the bonded flight carrying them over the vast expanse of the forests he now regularly kept watch on.

It had been peaceful for quite some time.. days, perhaps. At least for what he remembered. Days meant nothing to him. Time as well. It was all the same.

But ever since that interaction with Tsuk’ami everything was pretty boring at the borders. Not that he missed having problems, or her at that, he just appreciated the fact that she listened to his advice to not come so close to the borders, not just for her safety, but for the sake of the clans relations.

But of course, as it was in Neteyam’s life, everything he was thankful for or everything he grew comfortable with knew to quickly wash away.

As he was enjoying the wind clashing in his face and throwing his braided hair back as he rode the waves of the sky, he had to look down, and he had to catch the sight of a lone figure, standing, not so close, but not so far from the borders.

More precisely, it stood at the Tree of Souls. And even more importantly, that Tree of Souls wasn’t just like every other one. It was the one that Soluna and Omatikaya didn’t quite yet decide who it belonged to.

Sure, it was on the land of the Soluna people, but it was also gifted to Omatikaya, many years before their rivalry began.

That way, Neteyam didn’t really have to go down there and talk that na’vi away, because they were on their land, but he also had to because it wasn’t their property.

He circled above, watching with slight annoyance. The responsibility of the inter-clan dynamics often weighted on him. Yet as much as he wanted to stay open minded to the fact that those na’vi are maybe good people, they were killing him with their curiosity.

Irritation started prickling at him. They were ignorant, dismissive. But those were his personal sentiments speaking. His eyebrows furrowed as he gripped onto the handle on his ikran. He had to face the potential challanges that laid ahead.

With a sharp inhale and an even sharper exhale, he guided Wamey to a steady descent. They landed on a tree top, far enough for the person to not notice him, but close enough for him to get down and even closer.

He manoeuvred with ease—as if he was born doing it. But as he did, his moved became slow and sloppy as he found out who he was dealing with. It was a shift, a realisation, but it was also anger.

He was furious with her. She was most definitely the only one making problems in that damn clan. It was her third time messing up, and his third time cleaning it up.

He wrestled with conflicting emotions. One part of him wanted to walk on over there, and say all of it to her face. Scare her away, make her never come back, because quite frankly he didn’t want the sight of her anymore.

But did he? Because in the midst of his approach, he stopped, stuck behind tree, observing her unusually slow and careful moves. She was headed to one of the glowing roots of the tree, her tswin in her hand.

It was a sight for sore eyes. She looked peaceful. The light from the tree cast an otherworldly illumination of the lights on her features… perfectly. She was focused, didn’t even notice his presence.

He also had to admit. She looked beautiful. But that didn’t mean anything to him, right? He thought many girls from his clan were beautiful. Although not beautiful inside out, because he hadn’t found that girl just yet. But he was still allowed to think that.

He thought that about his mother, his sisters. About the girls that giggled and watched him leave everyday for work. The girls that talked to him during the big feasts, the girls that he thought were his true love when he was younger. Even the girls he kissed when he got drunk, and those he brought to his secret spot, using them for his release of stress—for his pleasure and need.

And just because he was a tad bit curious about her, didn’t mean he would let her do what she wanted. Right?

But as Tsuk’ami connected, and looked to be deeply focused, he couldn’t stop her. Not that he didn’t want to, but it was forbidden.

In her mind, images that ran painted beautiful scenes, usual things the great mother showed her. They were always vivid tales and songs of her people, living happily, in harmony surrounded by laughter, light.

But this time, there was an eerie sound ringing somewhere in the back of her mind. It reminded her of the dream. Scars inflicted upon the land appeared before her, disturbing scenes of death and distraction—disharmony that extended beyond. The web of life in the forest was interwoven, distorted.

She saw her clan, burning in flames. Trees ripped apart by strong winds. She heard screams. Cries. A cry—Heartbreaking cry.

“embrace the truth, for within it lies your path. you will carry the bridge. navigate it. see it” an unnatural uncanny voice spoke “the answers are close. look back.”

Tsuk’ami fought to regain control. She managed to reach for her queue, without really seeing it, and rip the bond apart. The weight of the visions clung to her, as she stumbled back a few steps, her back colliding with the solid frame that stood behind her.

The unexpected impact made her jolt and turn, Neteyam reaching to steady her, quickly removing his hands as he did. “What the fuck happened?” His eyebrows furrowed

She looked back, regaining her composure, recollecting her memories. Turning her gaze back at him, she narrowed her eyes “what are you doing here?”

“You knew I would come.” His voice was low and harsh “you keep doing this to make me come back.”

“What are you talking about? This is our land!” Suki stood her ground, meeting his skepticism resolute stare

“The tree belongs to us.” His arms folded defensively

“Spirit trees do not belong to any clan.” His remark sparked anger within her, her eyes flashed with frustration.

He sighed, rubbing his temples “I understand what you mean, but it is how both yours and my clan decided to divide things.” He spoke softly, trying to make her understand “if that wasn’t the case, imagine how many fights would occur if na’vi from both clans visited same trees at the same time.”

Suki lowered her gaze as she processed the information he gave her, but she quickly shot back “why should I believe that this tree belongs to Omatikaya?” Her brows scrunched together “your clan always manipulates for their own agenda.” Suki’s hands fell on her hips as she had a bitter look on her face. “Besides, my mother let me come here. She would never let me even near something that belongs to you.”

Neteyam scoffed “because your people always let their pride blind them. They use every opportunity to gain an upper hand and pretend things never happened” his temper rose the more he spoke

Their voices clashed like opposing currents. It echoed in the clearing around the glowing tree, where usually silence absorbed all life. Yet now, it was only dicord that unfolded.

Tsuk’ami didn’t have an answer to his words. She read about the Omatikaya, yet nothing was said. She was never thought of such things, and she understood that maybe, Neteyam was right. Her people probably hated their history, so they hid it, changed it.

After a moment of silence, Neteyam’s stern voice shifted the atmosphere “what did you come here for?” He wasn’t curious, he didn’t seek her answers so he could comfort her, he wanted them so he can scold her and go home for the day. She was always on the move, always looking to avoid home, or perhaps those were more of her tricks. She just wanted to mess with him.

“None of your business.” Tsuk’ami’s tail swayed as she tried to act brave.

He could see cracks in her coldness—the usual insecurity she carried. Of course, he didn’t acknowledge it, he just wanted to get to the root of the issue as fast as possible. “That so?” His head rolled back “It very well is my business when I’m the one who has to deal with you avoiding the consequences. There are rules you have to follow.”

“I am under no obligation to share with you why I come to the Great Mother.”

And she was right, he knew that. He considered her response, his head tilting to the side. He stood there for a moment, looking at the tree behind her “what happened there…?” His voice was softer

Tsuk’ami looked back, her ears lowering at the sight. “I don’t know.” she said, her voice barely above a whisper “I heard something… a voice. Something about bridge.. my path.”

Her answer was unclear, but it was one he could work with. He understood she had probably seen something horrible, the way she stumbled in shock and shook as she looked back.

He knew those kinds of visions all too well—but not from personal experience.

His younger sister, Kiri had always had them. Ever since she was born. Even stronger than Tsuk’ami. She would face nightmares, flashes of visions during the day, weird experiences when connected with the Tree of Voices, and even many health scares, when she would pass out out of nowhere, or have awful seizures.

So he knew how to deal with those things—he grew up doing it.

“Okay come here” he walked to the tree, but after a couple steps he realised she wasn’t following

“I’m not going there”

He rolled his eyes “don’t be a baby.”

She thought about it for a second, before she crossed her arms and walked up to him. They sat next to the tree.

“Whatever you saw there, it was probably important,” He began “a message, from the Great Mother.”

“I know.” Tsuk’ami, though still tense, responded, acknowledging the branches of the tree.

“You clearly didn’t understand it well enough and you must try again.” He explained, his gaze a mixture of determination reluctant camaraderie.

“No.” Tsuk’ami stood, waving her hands around. “I’m not doing that for some time”

“One day, you’ll do it anyway. So why not now, when it’s still fresh.” He stood up with her, trying to set his tone reasonable.

She hesitated, weighing the offer. It lasted a few silent moments, where she battled it.

“I’ll do it with you.” Neteyam’s voice suddenly broke her bubble, and she turned her gaze to him, questioning what he was offering. “I will connect at the same time.” He said

A tense pause hung in the air as Tsuk’ami grappled with the proposition. She was taken aback. Summoning her resolve, she looked up at him again, with a slight nod. “Okay..” if we must, she was going to add.

Despite the lingering tension, he grabbed onto a couple of the branches, holding onto his tswin in his other hand, the pink tendrils already dancing with anticipation.

Tsuk’ami followed his lead, holding her own queue close to the branches as if she waited for him to it first. And he did. But before she could follow, she took a moment to admire his face. His pupils dilated, and his mouth fell agape, before he pulled himself together, waiting for her. She shook out of her state, closing the distance of her whip and the tree.

She was immediately sent back, not conscious like Neteyam was, and it freaked her out. She was, now without warning, surrounded by fire and destruction. This time, she was sure it was her clan, but it was destroyed beyond recognition. People ran, but they were like shadows, and she couldn’t make their faces out. She began to panic— frowning and mumbling something as she shook, but she heard a faint voice “stay in it” ranting those words over and over again. She realised it was Neteyam.

She kept walking, stumbling over debris and dead bodies, and it made her shiver. At that, she almost gave up, but she kept going. “What do you want from me.” She looked up to the red sky, begging for answers “I don’t understand”

As she said it, everything became louder. The cries, the ringing, and it stood like that for a moment. When it stopped, Tsuk’ami was surrounded by darkness, and everything fell to a single cry. It was soft and high pitched, but heartbreaking. She looked around, but saw nothing. “Tell me about my path. How must I help?” she spoke into the void, but as she heard something, like a word almost spoken, she was shoved right out of that state.

She stood disoriented, her eyes widening as she noticed the branches shining like flickering lights. The usual steady glow seemed to falter.

“Neteyam” she turned to him, hoping he had answers to give her, “what’s happening with it?” She was eager to know. Did she cause it? Is it dying?

Neteyam was already staring up at it. He didn’t answer, but a hint of concern coloured his features. He knew he only had seen that scenery once— when his sister failed to connect to a Spirit tree of the Metkayina people. But this was no where near the same situation as that.

The silence suddenly broke “I’m done” Tsuk’ami stumbled back a few steps “I never asked for this. I’m not involving myself in these- these visions! And stupid riddles!” She yelled, throwing her arms around hysterically “if the Great Mother wants to tell me something, she can speak clearly.” And with that she stormed off.

That definitely wasn’t Txi speaking. Because in reality, all Tsuk’ami wanted to do was somehow save the world that was dying before her eyes. It’s what Txi inspired her to be. But this was just her fear—fear that she was doing something wrong. Fear that she wasn’t cut for that job, even though she fantasised about it.

Neteyam just watched, a silent witness to the turmoil that was within her. The forest went still, silent, the lights stopped, all as she walked away. And Neteyam saw it, he noticed. He recognised it.

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Sooo Neteyam is learning something new about Tsuk’ami, and it concerns him more than he would like to admit!!

Btw sorry it takes me so much time to complete a chapter, I try to make everything fit perfectly for what I have planned in the future. (Things change quickly) loll

[angryraiden]

Day 5: Body of water.

ekhem... ✨AU✨ part 1.

Sam is the youngest son in a large family, lives in a small seaside town. His father is a fisherman, and the brothers are happy to share this, unlike Sam himself. He was always more attracted to tinkering in the ground. In addition, he is afraid of the sea because of scary fairy tales. So Sam often goes fishing alone to tame his fear.

On the eve of his coming of age, a small storm happens, and Sam has to urgently swim out to an unfamiliar place. And that's when he meets Frodo, washed up on the shore, in mermaid form. Wounded and unearthly beautiful. Sam is in shock, but he is a kind and worried boy, so he still provides emergency first aid (– How can I give him artificial respiration?! He can breathe underwater! What if I get rid of the water in my lungs, will it kill him in the end?! /panic/). Frodo wakes up.

They're getting to know each other. Sam offers to help Frodo and take him back to the sea, to which Baggins categorically refuses and asks on the contrary to hide him somewhere. Then Sam takes him to a partially flooded seawater house on the shore.

Frodo says that he cannot go back to the sea because they are looking for him. Sam, like a child, enthusiastically decides that pirates, and Frodo laughs nervously and nods. This is how their secret friendship begins with sincere dialogues about family (both are lucky, but both suffer in their own way), destiny (Frodo persuades Sam to follow his dream, and not break himself for the sake of a family business, and his eyes are sad and guilty) and each other's worlds (Frodo teaches Sam not to be afraid of the sea, Sam he tells Frodo about plants, and with each other they learn what love is).

It turns out that Frodo can provide his legs with a magic song, and he and Sam communicate almost around the clock, but secretly.

But when Sam finally makes up his mind and reaches out to Frodo for a kiss on his birthday for the first time, everything doesn't go according to plan. Baggins tells the whole truth about his origins. He was chosen to become the husband of the Heavenly King Boromir (because I do not know any other otp with Frodo besides him and Aragorn, and Aragorn is obviously not an asshole enough for such a line). Why is that?

[fairylandblog]

Faerie Prophets

Tales of faerie prophets, mysterious beings from folklore who can predict the future, have captivated audiences for generations. These figures are frequently mysterious and unearthly, existing between humans and supernaturals. Riddles, symbolic language, and cryptic visions surround their prophecies, adding intrigue. Faerie prophets are intriguing figures that represent humanity's longing to understand fate, discover hidden truths, and interact with supernatural forces. Many cultures picture faeries as having unreachable wisdom. Their capacity to see the future makes them beloved and feared. Celtic legend deeply connects faeries to the earth, seasons, and cycles of nature, endowing them with eternal wisdom. Therefore, people typically depict them as prophets capable of foretelling future events. According to Irish mythology, the Sidhe live in a parallel world and know human destiny. They sometimes warn or guide people, although their words are rarely clear. Fairy prophecies are frequently vague, leaving possibilities for hope and despair. 

Faerie prophets in legend blend compassion and malevolence. While they may offer assistance or warnings, their intentions remain unclear, and their predictions often come with a price. Faeries are complicated, morally ambiguous beings, reflecting their duality. A faerie prophet may warn a mortal of impending doom, but the prophecy may set the events in action. Many faerie prophecies emphasize the conflict between free will and fate. A reoccurring theme is that future knowledge can be a burden as well as a gift, reminding us that some facts are better left unknown. In addition to connecting mortals and spirits, faerie prophets also represent the divine or mystical. People often attribute their capacity to foresee the future to these otherworldly entities. Since they are timeless, they are ideal prophecy conduits. Some traditions say faeries' prophetic power comes from their connection to nature or the cosmos, implying they grasp the universe's rhythms and patterns. This depiction presents a worldview that links the natural and supernatural, allowing those with the right perspective to know the future. Fairy predictions symbolize human ambiguity and complexity with their enigmatic character. These forecasts often use symbolic imagery or double meanings and are difficult to decipher. A faerie may forecast a mortal's enormous victory, but it may come at a terrible cost. This ambiguity prompts questions about fate and human knowledge. Faerie prophets force mortals to face life's mysteries and their choices by presenting the future in ambiguous terms. Thus, their prophecies inspire self-discovery and growth.

As a symbol of the unknown, the faerie prophet captivates audiences in literature and art. These characters from ancient tales to modern fantasy novels represent the appeal and risk of seeking unknowable knowledge. They demonstrate the power of the invisible and our preoccupation with fate and foresight. Faerie prophets reflect humanity's innermost fears and ambitions as knowledgeable mentors, mischievous tricksters, or neutral observers. They challenge us to face future uncertainty while showing us future possibilities. Fairy prophets symbolize humanity's eternal search for purpose and connection. They appear in stories because we want to comprehend the forces that create our existence and appreciate the beauty and mystery of the unknown. These mythical entities remind us that the future is a story we are continually unraveling, one choice and one moment at a time, by weaving prophecy into their tales.

[emachinescat]

A Year in (Book) Review: My 2024 Reading Journey 📚

#52 - Prince of Thorns & Nightmares by Linsey Miller

Fantasy / Disney Princes #2 / 432 pages / published in 2023 / Finished Jun. 29

One Sentence Review: This take on Disney's Sleeping Beauty was fantastic - I loved Philip's character growth, the way he had to struggle so hard to find out what made him happy because of the staggering weight of his arranged marriage and destiny and his overbearing father, and his squire Johanna was the perfect addition to the cast of main characters in this exquisitely executed take on an old, familiar tale.

Favorite Quotes

"He had learned how to look contrite and disappointed ages ago, but sardonic hyperbole was far more fun."

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"'What happens if we can't get the sword and shield?'

'Phillip will retrieve them,' said Poena, 'or he will die.'

'No, thank you,' Phillip said."

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"All right - not everything is terrible. One thing is good, so I'm going to celebrate that for a moment."

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"Joy like he'd never before known flooded his veins, and Phillip knew that this was true love - wanting to face the world with someone who knew all your best and worst parts, helping them achieve their dreams, and basking in their successes. Trust. Bravery. Love."

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"Do you feel up to disappointing your parents for the first time? It's a momentus occasion. I remember mine fondly."

My rating: 5/5

A Few More Thoughts (Spoilers):

This book was fantastic all around. I adored Philip's characterization, and Johanna was a fabulous addition. Despite being another retelling of Sleeping Beauty, this book felt fresh, original, and new. It has complex characters, depth, and even good representation, long with a huge twist!

Although I had an inkling that something wasn't quite adding up, I was actually shocked when it was revealed that Philip's fairies were Maleficent's students and had tricked him into doing her dirty work, and that his "magic" was not even real.

This book has several great messages, one of which is that one's duty to others - in this case, Philip's duty to his father, his people, and Aurora - should be weighed against one's heart and duty to oneself. Also that self confidence is its own kind of magic. And a bear is a much greater gift than beauty or song.

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Adu/oration Alberose zine! I wanted to do a piece based off the myth of Galatea.

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Albedo was a man of science, as much as he could be in a time when gods roamed the earth and magic ran amok. Life was simple: destiny was run by the Fates, life and death by the Archons, and what little was left over was what a mere mortal had control of.

That was a child’s way of thinking. Not every earthquake was because the Morax angered, not every teasing wind was Barbados’s pranks. Some had to have natural causes. Some problems had to be fixable. And if the rest of society had given up on determining the difference between magic and science, that was fine. Albedo was used to investigating alone.

“What’s this for again?” Lumine asked wryly, rolling back her shoulders and cracking her neck as she prepared for the next round of tests. The cursed sword in her hands glowed darkly in her hands, looking like a piece of the night sky. Despite how bright the sun was, it let out a cold, dark energy.

Well, mostly alone.

Albedo observed her over his clipboard. There were many strange attributes to his mysterious traveller, not the least that she looked like she’d stepped out from a myth five hundred years old. Her strength and skills were on a scale only a demigod could achieve and part of him was certain she had taken part in the ancient Archon wars.

Not that she’d say a thing about it. Lumine was many things, but open was not one of them. He cleared his throat. “We’re investigating the time required before the sword’s curse exhausts you. In addition, with stress stimuli that will—”

“Why’d you have to ask?” A fairy floated out of Lumine’s hair and crossed her arms with a huff. It was hard to look at her as she glowed like a firefly. “That’s confusing! And complicated!”

Lumine rolled her eyes but she nodded in agreement. “Sorry, you’ll have to dumb it down for us.”

“Paimon’s not dumb!” the fairy grumbled, stomping her feet in the air.

“It’s fine.” Albedo was used to this response. It was the reason his work assistants had left over the years. Few people ever understood what he said, fewer still tried to. It was a rare oddity that Lumine had stayed as long as she had. “It’s a strength test.”

“That makes sense!” Paimon clapped her hands. “You should have just said that from the start.”

“I guess you have to do this a lot?” Lumine guessed, rotating her wrists and squeezing her fingers as she prepared to grip the sword again. “Does anyone ever just understand off the bat? Like your assistants?”

Albedo neatly marked a line separating the last test’s results and this upcoming one. “No.”

Lumine stilled. “Never?”

“Yes.” Albedo looked up. “Are you ready for the next set?”

“Almost.” Lumine shook her arms. “That’s too bad, though. It’s always nice to have someone to talk to.” Her eyes darkened. “Someone who just understands.”

She was thinking of her missing brother again. Albedo had been with her long enough to recognize the tell-tale signs.

“He’d have to clone himself.” Paimon hugged herself and shivered. “Can you imagine two Albedos? That’d be double the confusion.”

Albedo rubbed his chin. “A clone…”

“Good thing that’s impossible…” Paimon trailed off as Albedo bit his lip thoughtfully. “It is, right? Right?”

-x-

Albedo was a man of science. He could tell you what a human was made of:  oxygen(43kg), carbon (16kg), hydrogen(7kg). Nitrogen. Calcium. Phosphorous. Sodium. Sulfur. Iron. The basic building blocks of a person laid bare. He could tell you the parts of the body, the capillaries and veins that ran like roads and pathways through the skin and sinew, the complex tracks that ran oxygen and other nutrients to the major organs. The skeleton that held it together, the skin that kept it all inside.

Yet, for all of that knowledge, he couldn’t do the impossible. Science—alchemy—hadn’t advanced to the point of creation. Homunculi were a thing of legend, even in a time when myths walked the street.

Fortunately, Albedo had a gift.

Albedo was a man of science but one that was blessed by the Archons above. For all of his self-learned skills in science, his genius in arts far surpassed them. While he was decades away from creating life through alchemy, all he had to do was spend an hour painting to bring forth a new existence. He wasn’t certain which god gave him this magic and on what whim. It was something he hadn’t had use for before.

Perhaps it was all for today, for this new assistant. This person who would be able to keep up with him, who could understand his conversations without supplementary explanations. Despite Lumine’s words, he wouldn’t create a clone of himself—that left far too many confusing quandaries to deal with. Instead, he’d make a new person. Perhaps a woman, in honour of the ones who suggested it. One that had Lumine’s strength and Paimon’s innocence.

He carefully brushed across the canvas as he put together all of the best attributes in those around him. Albedo grabbed the verdant greens of nature, the golden honey of Lumine’s eyes, the soft pinks of the Paimon’s blushes. Sparks scattered with each stroke, until he could feel the warmth of his creation’s cheeks, the caress of her breath under his palm.

With the final touch, Albedo stepped back. The painting glowed brighter and brighter, the sparks almost blinding him, and when he next opened his eyes, a green-haired woman stood in front of him. Her eyes were wide as she took in her surroundings. When her gaze landed on him, she smiled sweetly.

“Sucrose,” Albedo breathed, the first word that came to mind.

Sucrose’s smile grew brighter.

-x-

The study was quiet. Sunlight filtered through the floor length windows, illuminating small particles of dust in the air. From the corner of his eye, Albedo watched as Sucrose flipped through the pages of a textbook, her quiet murmurs as she read like white noise in the air. He hadn’t expected her to take so quickly to learning.

He hadn’t expected anything, to be honest. Till now, he had only brought to life butterflies and other mindless creatures. They had instinctively known how to fly, just as Sucrose had instinctively known how to walk and talk, but a bug wasn’t the ideal example for personality or intelligence.

Fortunately, it seemed the archons had given him exactly what he’d wanted in a partner. Sucrose took to science like a dehydrated man to water. Day in and day out, she consumed every scrap of knowledge she could lay her hands on, occasionally looking up with a question as she tried to piece together the mysteries of the world.

It was fascinating.

Her cat-ears twitched, a tell-tale sign of confusion. Sucrose looked up from her book, frowning. Noticing his stare, she smiled nervously and asked, “Master, there’s an experiment here involving a flame flower and a mist flower. The chemical reaction is unusual.”

He remembered reading that years ago, when he’d first dipped his toes into the brand-new world of science. “Depending on what degree of bloom you use, you can either melt one or freeze the other. Or both, at the same time.” Albedo frowned. “And don’t call me master.”

Sucrose blinked, her large eyes regarding him guilelessly. “Why not?”

“I haven’t yet surpassed my master.” Albedo lowered his eyes, remembering his teacher. Even now, years after her disappearance, he still only held a fraction of her knowledge. “It’s not a title I’ve earned. Use my name instead.”

“A-Albedo,” Sucrose tried, flushing a dark crimson. “That’s…that sounds too personal…”

“Personal?” Albedo raised a brow. What an utterly strange reaction. He had never cared for such unnecessary politeness and not once had he thought of that attribute while creating her.

She nodded. “Yes. Maybe a different word, like teacher or—”

“Then you’ll have to get used to it.” He rejected her suggestion bluntly.

“R-right.” Sucrose’s ears flopped down at the thought. Her tail curled around her waist as she sighed. After a few minutes, she timidly looked up and called, “A-Albedo.”

Her cheeks were still flushed like candy apples. Albedo suppressed a laugh. “Yes?”

“I’ve read as much as I could but I…I couldn’t find the method you used to make me.” She set her book down on the table in front of her and interlaced her fingers nervously. “How did you do it?”

“That…” Albedo frowned, looking away. It still bothered him that he had to rely on the old ways to accomplish this feat. Sucrose was still staring at him expectantly and he sighed. Reluctantly, he explained, “Magic.”

“Magic?” Sucrose sat straighter, her ears perked.

“Like so.” Albedo picked up a pencil and a blank piece of paper. Quickly, he sketched a butterfly, a small black and white one. Within seconds it flapped its wings, rising out of the paper and fluttering around the room.

Sucrose held out a finger and it perched on it. She gasped. “It feels so real.”

“It might as well be.” Albedo watched as she curiously examined the butterfly from all angles. “Water won’t damage it anymore than it’ll damage you. There’s no physical differences between it and the real deal.”

“Wow…” Sucrose turned to him excitedly. The butterfly flew up and soared out of the room. “Can I do it?”

Now, that was an interesting line of thought. Albedo studied her. Just how much did she take after him? Just how much was entirely brand new? “The only way to find out is to try.”

-x-

Sucrose tugged on her skirt. Over the past few weeks, he had noticed it was a nervous habit of hers, one that especially came out whenever they went to the market or met someone new.

Or, like right now, when someone stared at her for too long. Klee’s red eyes widened as she danced around Sucrose. Her pigtails bounced with each step. The cecilias in her hand just managed to stay in one piece. “You’re so pretty, miss! Like my flowers!”

Sucrose flushed a soft pink. Another reaction she tended to do often, though Albedo had yet to determine the optimal causes of that yet. Her tail curled, her ears lowering as she stuttered, “T-thank you.”

Considering how often Klee came to visit him, it was a miracle it had taken this long for the two to meet. Standing in the middle of an open field, Albedo gestured at Klee. “This is Klee, my…sister. Of sorts.” Their relationship was too complicated to simplify into a single word. They were family, in an unconventional sense, and with her mother’s absence, he often rotated between brother and guardian.

He pivoted, pointing at Sucrose. “And this is Sucrose, my…” Creation didn’t sound right—he might have made her, but her mind was clearly her own, her reactions and choices unlike any he’d make. “Assistant.”

Sucrose stared at him with wide eyes. Before he could ask, she crouched and smiled gently at Klee. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Me too!” Klee stood on her toes, neck craning as she tried to look at Sucrose’s ears. “You look like a cat!”

Albedo chuckled softly as a flustered Sucrose allowed the young girl to touch her ears. He pulled out a small, red-and-white object from his bag. To the undiscerning eye, one would be forgiven if they thought it was a stuffed animal, a rabbit in a cute red bag. The truth, however, was far more dangerous than that. “I have your latest bomb,” he said, offering the weapon to Klee. “Ready to test it out?”

“Jumpty Dumpty!” Klee immediately pounced on the bomb, cradling it tenderly as she cooed. “It’s so cute!”

Sucrose, meanwhile, stared at him aghast. “A bomb?” She gestured at Klee. “For a child? Is that safe?”

He laughed again. Albedo had expected that response, but somehow it was far more amusing than he’d expected. “For most children, no. Klee is special.”

“Don’t worry, pretty lady. Klee knows what she’s doing.” Klee grinned as she held out her flowers. “You can keep this for me!”

Befuddled, Sucrose accepted the flower. “I—what?”  

“Mom says when people have things to pick up, they’ll always come back. So you don’t have to worry!” And without another word, Klee skipped away, heading to a spot in the field just far enough that the blast radius wouldn’t hit them.

Albedo glanced at Sucrose. “She learned how to handle explosives through her mother.”

“That…doesn’t really explain much…” Sucrose sighed, twirling the flower in her hands absentmindedly. “She’ll be safe, right?”

Albedo nodded. “The Pyro Archon has blessed her, so she’s well protected. Flames can’t harm her.”

“Oh. Magic, right?” Sucrose relaxed. She tucked the flower in her hair before pulling out a notepad. “What do you want me to observe?”

“The explosive’s size and destruction. We need to see if the modifications I made were worth it.” Albedo watched as Klee came to a stop. “She’s right.”

“About what?” Sucrose asks, focusing on the bomb as Klee tossed it.

He watched her from the corner of his eye. “The flower matches you.”

In the bright red light of the explosion, he couldn’t tell if Sucrose looked more flustered than normal.

-x-

The smell of coffee roused Albedo. His shoulders and neck felt stiff as he lifted his head off the wooden table, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light as he recognized his lab. A warm blanket was draped across his shoulders and he stared at its striped pattern in confusion as he sat up straight.

“Oh,” Sucrose squeaked as she set down a steaming mug on the table. The scent of coffee grew stronger. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the drowsiness. The blanket was from her then. Another move he had never made. By now, Albedo was starting to doubt that he had much control over any aspect of her aside from her appearance and it had been a lucky coincidence that Sucrose was interested in science. “No. How long was I out?”

“Not long,” she answered softly, her tail coiling around her as she gnawed her lip. The tell-tale signs of worry. “You should sleep more. It’s not healthy.”

Last time Albedo had gone to the study, the books on human biology had been rearranged. He now knew why. Still, it had been a long time since someone had paid attention to his health and warmth flooded his chest. “Maybe after we’re done. I’m fine for now.”

“You could get sick,” she pushed, quietly standing her ground. “The only thing we have to do right now is organize the research papers.”

“It has to be done before tomorrow,” Albedo rubbed his neck, massaging his tense muscles.

Sucrose pushed the mug in front of him. “Then let me help. We’ll get it done faster.”

He looked up, taking in the determined clench of her jaw, the quiet confidence in her eyes. She wouldn’t back down. The warmth spread further and Albedo exhaled softly before nodding. “Thanks.”

-x-

Lumine panted as she leaned against a tree, brushing back her sweaty bangs with a trembling hand. “Was that…good enough…for today?”

Albedo nodded as he held out a water bottle. “I’ll need to sort the data before we do the next step.”

“G-great.” Lumine pressed the cold plastic against her head and chest before twisting it open and gulping down the water. Only when the bottle was empty did she stop, tilting her head back as she took a deep breath and sighed. “So you did it, huh?”

“Did it?” Albedo raised a brow, bemused.

“Made your ‘clone’.” Lumine chuckled as she gestured to the other side of the training ground, to where Sucrose stared at Paimon in utter confusion. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“She’s not a clone,” Albedo replied automatically, turning slightly to watch as Sucrose timidly poked Paimon. It was hard to explain Paimon’s existence on any level and he cracked a smile as Sucrose turned more and more befuddled.

Lumine grinned. “Friend, then? Either way, I’m happy for you. Things are easier when you have someone to talk to.” Her expression softened and he wondered if she was thinking of Paimon or her brother. “No one wants to be alone.”

“I don’t really care about being alone but…” Albedo couldn’t deny the fondness that unfurled within him when he saw Sucrose, the strange comfort that came whenever she stood by his side, whether it was for research or something more mundane. “You’re right.”

She laughed. “When am I ever wrong?”

-x-

Sucrose gripped the ladder lightly as she shuffled onto the top step. Slowly, she straightened, leaning on the closet shelf in front of her. “I have to grab the…”

Holding the ladder at the bottom, Albedo watched as she steadied herself. “The red box. Careful, it’s heavy.”

She searched the shelf before her ears perked. “Found it!” Carefully, Sucrose leaned forward, grabbing the box tightly. A thin layer of dust fell, tickling his nose. “What’s in it?”

“Old records from the first tests with Lumine. I want to compare the experiments to measure the changes.” He kept his eyes glued to her as she took a step down, his breath catching when she almost missed her step. “Slowly.”

“S-sorry.” Sucrose leaned forward slightly, taking a deep breath before going down another step. “You’ve been working with her for a while?”

“Almost a year now.” Albedo smiled softly, remembering their first meeting. In many ways, Lumine had been his first friend. “Even without the experiment…it’s been a fruitful encounter.”

“Fruitful?” He couldn’t quite place Sucrose’s tone—disappointed? Hurt? Longing? “Do you…”

She trailed off, her voice too low for him to hear. Albedo pressed, “Do I?”

“N-nothing.” Sucrose flushed a bright red. Flustered, she quickly climbed down, almost racing to get to the ground. “Don’t—”

Albedo’s breath hitched as she misstepped. “Sucrose!”

What happened next was in slow motion—Sucrose fell backwards with a surprised yelp, the box in her hand flying up. Papers scattered, floating down like feathers. Albedo let go of the ladder, his arms wide as he braced himself.

Then she landed on top of him and everything returned to normal speed. His back hit the ground, his head bumped into hers, and for a blissful two seconds everything went black. When he opened his eyes, Sucrose was on top of him, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist, her head nestled in the crook of his neck.

“Are you hurt?” Albedo asked, ignoring the dull ache spreading across his back and head.

“N-no,” she mumbled, slowly lifting her head. Her nose brushed against his cheek and her eyes fluttered open at the contact. For the space of a few heartbeats, she stayed there, her green eyes impossibly bright at this distance.

Then she flushed, the red spreading across her nose and ears like a ribbon as she pulled away. “S-sorry!”

Albedo tightened his grip before she could go too far.

“A-Albedo?” Her blush changed from a cherry red to a dark crimson, her pink tongue wetting her lips nervously.

Albedo was a man of science. He knew exactly why his heart was beating so fast (adrenaline, shock), how the warmth was spreading across his chest (norepinephrine), and what to do to stop all of that. And yet, something deeper, something primal filled him as Sucrose blushed.

Freeing one hand, he reached up, cupping her jaw, brushing her skin. Wherever he touched, her skin was feverishly hot.

If he kissed her, what sort of reaction would she have?

What sort of reaction would he have?

He pulled her closer. Maybe it was time he found out.

[inukag-on-ao3]

A Destiny Worth More Than Over A 500 Year Wait

by novemberwanderer

UPDATE! CHAPTER 9 NOW AVAILABLE HERE!

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale

Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/InuYasha, Rin/Sesshoumaru (InuYasha), Ayame/Kouga (InuYasha), OC/OC

Characters: Higurashi Kagome, InuYasha (InuYasha), Sesshoumaru (InuYasha), Shippou (InuYasha), Higurashi Souta, plus 2 more

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Romance, Modern Era, Idiots in Love

Summary: It has been 10 years since the Bone Eater's Well has closed permanently. Kagome, now back home in Tokyo, is tasked in helping her mother and Sota prepare a celebration of life gathering for their late Jii-Chan & an acceptance of a large monetary donation from the well-known Takahashi family. What Kagome learns is that her grandfather kept secrets. Secrets that she doesn't know if she is ready to fa...

Words: 29,900 | Chapters: 9/? | Language: English | Private: No

[frostcorpsclub]

Name: January Priscilla Lillian Frost

Nickname(s): Prissy Lily (by James she hates it so much), Champ, The General, Little Fish, Warlord Mermaid Princess (all by her Daddy)

Main Ability: Ice Healing- The user can heal themselves or others by using ice, absorbing frozen energies and using them to freeze molecules, renewing damaged cells, causing them to stop bleeding. Ice can also provide energy to close up wounds, and allowing optimal health. (Source: Superpower wiki)

Personality:

January can be described as the second in command when it comes to keeping her siblings in check but she’s the commander and leader of her own destiny. Even amongst her own family she’s almost like a creature of folklore, quiet, calculating, a tiny bit feral. Ever since she was old enough to walk and throw a punch her father conditioned her to be his little solider and this was a role she absolutely excelled at, growing into it like a snug hand me down. Some people say she can smell weakness and fear. Her small stature makes it easy for her to crawl up the walls and descend from where she’s least expected. This, and her girly sense of style, also makes it easy for people to underestimate her. January could not care less about what other people think of her. This is not out of a studied confidence but an indifference and a lack of understanding of social cues. There are things that are logical, like attack strategies, social hierarchies, and the words of her parents. Even if information appears to be conflicting. Those things matter. Getting January to change her mind is a futile endeavor but she’s inexplicably talented at getting others to do so. She has somewhat of a flat affect and a minimal range of expressions but she’s incredibly passionate. When she does speak she is a natural leader, with an incredible self assuredness she never wavers in leading other towards her cause, she just seems as though she knows what is best. Being the quiet one means she absorbs a lot of information, she may not be the best at neurotypical niceties but she knows what makes a person tick and what they might fight for. In addition to her ardor for honor and competition, the third and least known emotion that defines her is hopeless romanticism. She longs for adventure, to be the knight in the fairy tale but also to be the princess. January looks up to her parents relationship very much and finds the hierarchy of it very comforting, she seeks a relationship just like it where she can do her part to protect and care for her family and be treasured at the end of the day. Despite being very open about her more sappy interests, much like her father, January isn’t exactly aware of the fact that people consider her to be sensitive. She won’t let herself be soft a moment before she meets the person she feels will provide that for her. January enjoys wearing a minimal palette as it can be difficult for her to concentrate if her brain is bombarded with too many colors and patterns. Her biggest weakness is the struggle of coping with “irregular emotions,” she gets insanely jealous especially when it comes to the attention of the person or people that she loves. When she gets overstimulated she can't just sit down because the grass and the wetness of outside irritates her, so Jack will take her inside and he'll sit in her room with her and let her take over what they do. Her stims are so physical when she's overwhelmed she can hurt herself and sometimes break her stim toys which only makes it worse. Some would say that she’s stubborn but she would say that funneling her anger towards the things she can’t control in to the decorum and prowess of a solider is in fact very healthy.

Future Spouse: Antione Hill

Future Children: Tiara

Trivia

Her favorite movie is The Little Mermaid and she refers to it with metaphor when she finds herself unable to communicate her feelings.

Also a HUGE my little pony fan, Goddess Warrior Queen Celestia stan for life.

She has autism, if you couldn’t tell lmao

She will often disappear for days at at a time, just to go out and swim and explore. She’s proven she can more than take care of herself so her parents aren’t worried.

While she enjoys a good hunt she isn’t too crazy about the taste of human flesh, she’s a seafood girl!

She spends more time under water than any winter being, she even floats around under there as she sleeps like a seal.

[shadowsong26fic]

Thumbprint AU (aka BSG Soulmate AU) additional ramblings

Last night, I was explaining some of the concepts behind this fic to my roommate. So, naturally, rather than working towards anything I actually am writing/planning to write, my brain was still on that track and fleshing out some of the other details/thinking about some of the Impacts moving forward XD

Brief background, for those who don't actually want to dive into the fic: it's one of the ones I wrote for Year of the OTP, it's a BSG Soulmate AU.

I'm...generally not actually super into soulmate AUs, unless they're baked into the worldbuilding of the story itself (i.e., some fairy-tale retellings trend in this direction; heavily prophecy-based settings; lifebonds in the Valdemar series; the Sun-blessed and shadow in Starless which I'm currently rereading...)

But in this particular universe, I think they're interesting. Not because of the way prophecy and destiny work--in fact, I'm not even really touching on that side of things. Mostly I was interested because of how that might impact any among the Significant Seven, given the culture they exist in. Specifically Caprica and Athena. (I'm writing Caprica/Baltar for the challenge; but there are other soulmate sets I'm interested in.)

Anyway, the rules I came up with:

Not everyone has a soulmate

It is possible to have multiple soulmates 2a. They do not necessarily have to be each other's soulmates

It is possible to have platonic soulmates

The mark is your soulmate's thumbprint; the location varies

The marks appear after both (or all) parties involved have reached an emotional point of no return, which is why it's so inconsistent.

I've picked out five soulmate relationships for this AU, though I'm not sure I'll actually write anything further about them, but just for reference:

Gaius and Caprica

Helo and Athena

Bill and Saul (platonic)

Bill and Laura

Saul and Ellen

Some further thoughts behind the cut

So, starting with Gaius and Caprica - His emotional point of no return is giving her the codes/granting access. - Hers is her confession - This means, as shown in the one-shot already written, their marks appear during/after the chaos of the attacks. - Hers is on her thigh - I did put some thought into the locations of these marks; sometimes there is a level of Meaning that I can articulate, sometimes it's just Vibes. In this case, it's...sort of both? In that it's something that you generally have to be already intimate with her to know. - She notices it as soon as she downloads. - His is on his collarbone - The placement here is that--it's something that's generally covered up, or easy to cover up without looking like you're Actively Hiding Something...but it's also fairly easy to uncover. Once it is, it's something he can explain away (or at least cut off any further questions). For once, by telling the actual truth--his soulmate isn't in the Fleet. (No one's really going to follow up on that.) - This might impact how things fall out between him and Kara. - I'm...actually not sure when he notices. Unless Head!Six points it out, for the first couple of days he might assume it's a random bruise...except it's a pretty specific shape, and then it doesn't fade... - Other potential threads/directions this could go: - Possibly Caprica's alliance with Boomer breaks down faster. Boomer does not have a thumbprint. - This might impact Gaius's relationship with Gina (at least once she's out of her cell/after the actual Pegasus/Resurrection Ship arc; I...don't think it'll necessarily cut through the tangle of Everything Else in the moment, but in the aftermath). - It doesn't really affect things with Head!Six or Head!Baltar, I don't think. They're already...A Lot.

Bill and Saul - So, 95% of the reason why I'm including them is to highlight some of the Rules of this AU (i.e., platonic soulmates are Also a thing; you can have multiple soulmates who aren't necessarily tied to each other as well as you) - Also, it's frankly hilarious to have a cluster where Several of the people involved despise several of the others XD - Bill's mark is on his shoulderblade; Saul's is on his bicep. - Saul's is entirely Vibes; Bill's is because Saul always has his back. - I don't know when the marks appeared, in part because parsing the timelines here is. Complicated. Also don't know the specifics behind their points of no return, but oh well. It doesn't...super matter by the time the series starts, I don't think? - (I am considering adding Felix and Dee to the list as another pair of platonic soulmates, because their relationship definitely could be written that way? But I haven't explored it much/don't have any real thoughts on it).

Bill and Laura - Their point of no return is actually a shared one! It's on Kobol. - They're also (probably) the only ones with a shared point of no return. Make of that what you will XD - Her mark is at the pulse point on her left wrist. - Mostly Vibes here. - His I keep changing my mind on where it should be...any suggestions? - (I love these two, I very much enjoy reading about them; but I don't actually write them myself very often hence not a lot of Fleshed Out Details here)

Saul and Ellen - I'm pretty sure they woke up in their new lives with their marks and it was built into their new personas as a result, but. uh. yeah, who the frak knows, anything to do with the personal timelines of the Final Five is. a Mess. - His is right over his sternum; hers is at the nape of her neck. - Pretty much entirely Vibes here. - They're included in part for some of the same reasons Bill and Saul are included, in part because my best beloved 2000-year-old dysfunctional robot drunks in love (every time I rewatch the series, I like them more and more; particularly Saul), in part because "you guys are horrifically toxic in a way that strangely works; you are perfect for each other; please never involve anyone else in your bullshit.) - (But, of course, other people are involved in their bullshit XD Bill, Sam/Chief/Tory...)

Helo and Athena - Okay, so here's where things could Really Go Places in terms of AU/canon divergence. - Athena's point of no return, obviously, is her decision to take Helo and run rather than sticking with the plan. - His is actually after that, during the confrontation with Kara when he stops Kara from killing Athena. - You'd think it would be earlier, that point where he turns back to rescue her rather than continuing on on his own. There's two reasons why I'm going here: - First, it actually genuinely makes sense to me. There's the complications with (as far as he knows) her prior relationship with Chief. Then there's the whole Reveal. It's not until Kara is threatening her that he has this moment of Clarity and realizes that--whatever else is going on, whatever other complications there are, he needs this Sharon in his life. One way or another. No matter the cost. - Second, it's for Storytelling Reasons, which I'll come back to in a second. - Both of their marks are actually visible unless they are Actively Covering Them Up. - Athena's is on the back of her hand. - Helo's is on his cheekbone. - Which brings me back to the second point for putting Helo's point of no return where it is. - Because the marks appear once both parties have crossed that line. - Which means Kara actually sees Helo's mark appear. - Obviously, this has a huge impact on everything when they get back to the Fleet. - The first instinct, of course, is that the marks are fake--tattooed on or something. - But Kara actually witnessed when Helo was marked. - Also, any infiltration attempts by Athena get. A little more complicated. - ...I don't actually have a plan or anything, lol, just. Hoo Boy That Changes Things.

...so, yeah, that's where I am. XD I don't know that I'm actually going to write any of this (I have other projects that interest me more), but I figured getting it down on paper, so to speak, and out of my head was a good place to start!

[ao3feed-kogkag]

Tsukuyomi’s Eternity

by Mewcedes

The wolf lord and his mysterious miko, a pursuit stretching across the ages. Like the moon chasing his sun across the sky, is destiny against them? Forever isn’t as long as it sounds.

Words: 368, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Higurashi Kagome, Kouga (InuYasha), Kouga's Pack (InuYasha), InuYasha (InuYasha), Miroku (InuYasha), Sango (InuYasha), Shippou (InuYasha), Higurashi Kagome's Family

Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/Kouga

Additional Tags: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Loss

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46638961

[ao3feed--reylo]

TO RUN WITH THE WOLF

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/GT6aHIy

by Blueyedgurl, Lil_Lola_Blue

Once Upon a Time...torn by the diverging paths of his destiny, Ben Solo, wolf, pirate, prince, must choose his own path.

Words: 3702, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Light and the dark

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Fairy Tales & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Han Solo, Snoke (Star Wars), Snoke's Attendants (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Fairytale elements, Werewolves, Witchcraft, Witches Sabbat, References to people as food, Monsterfucking, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Knotting, Penis In Vagina Sex, Exhibitionism, Ritual Sex Magic, Werewolf Ben Solo, Violence, Gore, Mention of previous relationships

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/GT6aHIy

[themovieblogonline]

"Descendants: The Rise of Red" Brings Royal Drama to Disney+

Disney+ is turning up the heat this summer with its latest addition to the “Descendants” franchise: "Descendants The Rise of Red." This new installment promises to deliver the signature mix of magic, mischief, and music that fans have come to love. Premiering on July 12, this film is set to explore the tumultuous world of Red, the rebellious daughter of the Queen of Hearts, and Chloe, Cinderella’s perfectionist daughter. Get ready for an epic adventure that takes us back in time to unravel the origins of villainy. A Night to Remember at the World Premiere Disney+ celebrated the world premiere of "Descendants: The Rise of Red" on the Walt Disney Studios Lot in Burbank, California. The event was a star-studded affair, featuring influencers, celebrity fans, and the film’s stars. Themed red carpets are so last season; this event had a "RED" carpet to match the movie's fiery title. Among the cast members gracing the event were Kylie Cantrall (Red), Malia Baker (Chloe), Brandy (Cinderella), and Rita Ora (Queen of Hearts). Returning stars China Anne McClain and Melanie Paxson added a nostalgic touch, making it a true reunion of Descendants royalty. The Burbank premiere was a star-studded affair, with influencers and celebs rubbing elbows with the cast and crew. We're talking OG Descendants stars like China Anne McClain (aka Uma) and vets like Melanie Paxson (Fairy Godmother) mixing it up with the new generation, including Kylie Cantrall (Red) and Malia Baker (Chloe). "Descendants: The Rise of Red" boasts an impressive ensemble cast. Kylie Cantrall shines as Red, bringing a rebellious yet relatable energy to her character. Malia Baker as Chloe provides the perfect foil with her perfectionist tendencies. Brandy reprises her iconic role as Cinderella, while Rita Ora takes on the menacing role of the Queen of Hearts. The cast is rounded out with Dara Reneé, Ruby Rose Turner, Morgan Dudley, Jeremy Swift, Leonardo Nam, and Joshua Colley. With such a talented lineup, this film is set to be a hit. A Tale of Two Worlds The plot centers around Red and Chloe, two polar opposites who must team up to prevent a coup in Auradon led by the Queen of Hearts. Their journey takes them back in time to change the course of history, aiming to stop the traumatic events that set Red's mother on her villainous path. This storyline not only provides thrilling action but also delves into themes of identity, destiny, and the power of friendship. Brandy, a beloved figure in the world of Disney, returns as Cinderella. Her involvement adds a layer of nostalgia and gravitas to the film. Rita Ora steps into the role of the Queen of Hearts, bringing her own brand of charisma and menace. These two stars, along with the talented ensemble cast, make "Descendants: The Rise of Red" a must-watch for fans. See more photos from the event over in our Facebook Photo Album! (Source: Disney+)