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speedran this thing before it’ll prolly be noncanon tmr

look, i just think eda deserves a drastic new gay hairstyle like all the kids

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[nadacwriter]

A Monument of Love (TOH)

Amity, Gus, and Willow pay a visit to a monument just outside of Bonesborough to perform a midnight conjuring.

OR, @moringmark‘s art HURT me and I’m not okay with it.

Please read THIS comic first, as it inspired this piece. Here’s Markmak’s DA page. Please support him in any way you can. PHENOMENAL art.

Wordcount: 1,819

Amity had mixed feelings as she snuck out of the window of her room. Emira and Edric had, in a surprisingly tender moment, offered to sneak her out themselves, but Amity didn’t want to bring anyone else down with her if she got caught. This wasn’t Emira and Edric’s task, anyway. She didn’t want to saddle them with that kind of weight. Not even the twins needed THAT dose of reality.

As Amity’s feet touched the ground, and she pulled the dark cloak tighter around her, she wasn’t getting any more clarity out of her emotions. The cool night air, the soft breeze, the crystal clear sky, they were all distractions. Reminding her of-...the reason. That she was out here. The one she didn’t want to think of. The one she skirted around, as she gently closed the gate to the manor house behind her, and walked toward the market.

Despite her stoicism (and confusion), Amity nearly lost it as soon as she set foot in the market.  But it wasn’t sadness that she felt; it was a bizarre frustration. A feeling of malcontent pervading her body. ‘It isn’t fair,’ she thought to herself, ‘it isn’t fair that she’s gone, and the woman who took her from me still stands there. Looming.’

Amity stopped only to look up at the poster of Lilith Clawthorne. Even SHE looked sullen and graceless in this new line of posters and propaganda. Amity could only imagine how Lilith felt about all this; what, with her sister gone and everything. It must have been a blow, despite the fact that Eda and Lilith never seemed too close…

But that didn’t mean Amity hadn’t lost someone. Nor did it mean she couldn’t be angry.

Amity COULD imagine how Lilith felt. Or she COULD burn the image to the ground. She chose neither, instead choosing to keep walking. One doesn’t want to stand still in the night market too long. Even though the full moon provided plenty of light, there were still pickpockets to worry about. So she kept moving.

Amity came out of the market, and walked to where she thought that the others may be. She was clear from population, out in the woods. But the hood still stayed up. She didn’t want any chance encounters with anyone out here, especially if they were the emperor's coven. They had gotten somewhat stricter about curfews nowadays. Petrification worked, but it didn’t stop riots. At least not for long.

Amity was getting closer and closer to what remained of-

“Amity!”

“AGH!” Amity formed a circle, “STAY BACK!”

Amity heaved a sigh of relief when she saw two bushes transform into Gus and Willow. Gus with a gentle smile, Willow sporting puffy eyes and a tear stained face; Amity wasn’t the only one feeling emotions this evening.

Amity dissipated the circle, finally removing her hood, “Sorry, but with the coven out you have to be jumpy.”

Willow walked forward and hugged her, “It’s fine. I’m just glad you made it.” She said, squeezing her tightly. She gripped that cloak, too. It still...it still felt just a hair like-

“I’ve got everything we need,” said Gus, joining into the hug, “and it’s good to see you, Amity.”

“You too, Gus. You too.”

And so, the trio walked, deeper into the woods, Amity still pulling the cloak tight to her. She wanted to keep it safe; after all, she was returning it this evening. And she wanted to keep it as safe as she could.

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

As the three approached their destination, Gus was the first to speak up.

“I remember learning that bush trick, just to hide in front of the owl house. I use it all the time, now!”

Willow chuckled, “That was a year ago?” She shook her head, “It feels so recent. Maybe it’s the sky doing that.”

Gus nodded, ‘Same as last year, moon’s juuust beginning to rise, stars are all out…”

Amity, the quiet third in the middle, looked up at the stars. “...It was night time, when we-” her breath hitched, and she looked back down. She gripped the cloak, blushing a little, “When SHE…”

Amity felt Willow’s hand in hers, followed almost instantly by Gus’ hand.

“It’s okay, Amity.” Willow said, “It’s okay to cry.” She wore a gentle smile, a motherly one. Amity could barely bring herself to look Willow in the eye, but when she did, she saw that Willow was once again welling tears. When she looked to Gus, she saw much of the same. And so, Amity blinked, and stopped trying to resist.

She let tears fall from her eyes and roll down her cheek, looking back up at the moon. The light so bright it reflected off of her own tears. She also stopped walking, still gripping the pair’s hands with her own. Amity huffed, and stepped forward, clearing her throat.

“Agh,” She began, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have started crying before we even GOT there.” She said. She wiped her eyes with her own sleeve.

“Don’t be sorry, Amity,” Willow said, that same gentle smile on her face, “I’ve been a wreck all day. So’s Gus.”

Gus nodded, “My emotions have been all over the lace. I cried. You can, too.” he said.

And so, the trio walked on…

“...What was it like? When you two kissed?” Willow asked, looking to Amity.

Amity sighed, ‘It was...desperate. Eda had just been turned, and we knew what was going to happen, so before she went out there, I just…”

Willow nodded, ‘Yeah…”

“I never got to know how she felt about it.”

“Maybe you can ask her?” Asked Gus, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a pen and paper, “I don’t think she’ll be able to talk, but she can write to us!”

Willow nodded, “She’ll have to...look.”

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

The monument stood triumphant. If Amity didn’t know any better, she might’ve assumed that whoever this was died in some war, so stoically posed. Like she was ready to fight back a nation with her bare hands. And knowing her, she would have. Amity couldn’t help but smile.

“...Amity?” Willow looked over the second she heard a small giggle. “S-Sorry, I just...she’s doing that thing? With her pinkie. Where it juts out a little.”

Willow nodded, “She IS.”

Gus nodded, “I never really learned why she did that.” Gus said, getting closer to the monument. “She just looks so...ready to fight. Ready to go.”

Willow nodded solemnly, walking closer to the statue and putting her hand on the plaque, still looking up, “She always was. She fought for what she believed in. Always did.”

Amity walked to the plaque on the monument, reading it through Willow’s hand placed on the edge.

“LET THIS BE A WARNING TO ALL THE WILD WITCHES.

LUZ NOCEDA, apprentice of EDA CLAWTHORNE, petrified for WILD WITCHCRAFT and HARBORING A WILD WITCH.”

“Why put her so close?” Asked Willow. “To the house, I mean.” “Mockery.” Amity responded, blunt as always, “They wanted to turn her close to the house. So she would see it. See what she left behind.” Amity paused. “I’ve spent time with the coven. I know what they do.”

Gus got to one side of the statue. “Moon’s high. We ready?” he asked, extending both hands.

Amity took one of his, and then one of Willow’s. Willow mimicked the action, and all three were joining hands. They squeezed tightly, closed their eyes, and bowed their heads. Willow was the one to start the incantation.

‘Moonlight, we call, we sing,

Moonlight, take this chance.

Moonlight, come tie the string,

Moonlight, start the dance!’

Suddenly, they heard cracking. And the sound of stone, moving against stone. Rickety joints and dry rock crumbled and breathed. Amity opened her eyes, and saw the statue of Luz beginning to move. Its legs bent, then it slowly, methodically, stepped down off of the pedestal.

Amity felt the statue’s eyes on her, unblinking, unmoving. Luz’s lips and face did not move. Just her body and joints. She looked Amity in the eye, and the three dropped hands.

“It worked!” Gus said, smiling wide and gripping Willow, pulling her into a tight hug.

Willow hugged him back, before turning to face Luz, “We have to see if she remembers us…”

Amity blinked, and untied her cloak. “...Hi, Luz.” She said. “You left this with me, and I never got to give it back. So I figured you should have it, since it’s your cloak.” Amity was trying to keep her cool, but it wasn’t showing. Her facade was barely there, with hitching breath and teary eyes.

“Just. It’s yours. And you deserve it.” Amity said, taking the cloak and tying it around the statue’s neck and making sure it sat right. “Look, Willow’s here, a-and Gus, too! I needed them for the conjuring, and we brought a pen and paper, if you want to write anything, a-and we-” Amity gasped as Luz gripped her. Tight as she could, into a long, loving hug. Amity had never understood a hug. But she knew Luz only hugged people who mattered to her. Meaning that Luz did remember the trio. And that broke the last of Amity’s walls.

Not even Willow had seen Amity cry as hard as she did. And Gus had never seen WILLOW cry as hard as she did, breaking down and holding Luz. And Amity had never seen GUS cry so hard as that moment, hugging the last open bit of Luz he could grab.

For a while, they cried. Just holding Luz tight to them, and each other. When Gus eventually handed Luz the Pen and paper, she went about writing. She slowly, shakily wrote a note out, placing it onto the ground.

“Memories here. Love you all. Miss Mami. Miss Eda. Miss world. Love you, Amity. Love you all.”

Before she could write more, Luz shakily drew something out. A light Glyph, on the paper. The form was bad, the circle was more an oval, and it was kind of poorly drawn.

“It won’t work,” Amity whispered through tears, “the glyph, it won’t-” “Shhhh,” Gus squeezed her shoulder, “She needs this. Let her have it.”

Amity huffed, “I-I don’t want to see it not work, it isn’t fair,” she whispered, “She tried so hard, to learn it all, and it’s gone, and-...Titan’s Bones…”

Amity was interrupted when she saw Luz pat her hand onto the paper. And up from it? A single little light orb. It was small, shaky, like a leaf in the wind or an injured bird, just gently rising into the air. Luz looked, her expression still that gentle stoic expression. But her eyes closed. Like she was smiling. And her hands went together, as well, though, slowly, and barely moving.

The light was faded. But the light was there.

LUZ was there.

And for one night, Gus, Willow, and Amity had her back.

[bigkyle990]

A Witchy Pirate part 1

Dumb idea I have, going along with my constant mass crossover of many characters all on the same Pirate crew in the One Piece universe. This one following some of the misadventures of Luz Noceda, both on the world of One Piece(I like to call it Great Blue) and back home on her return to the Boiling Isles (which may happen sooner than later, depending on how I feel and if I want her time on Great Blue to be in flashbacks and the like).  Hope y’all enjoy my ramblings. 

making a cut cause it would be a super long post otherwise. 

“Luz! Hold on kiddo!” Eda yelled as she was holding tightly to her apprentices hand. 

Luz could feel her grip starting to slip as she tried to hold tight onto Eda, the wind attempting to separate them seeming to get stronger with each passing moment. “I’m trying! Eda please don’t let go!” She yelled desperately trying to reach her other hand back, but wasn’t able to because of the winds. Things had gone wrong fairly quickly for the small group of rebels that had been attempting to stop Belos’s ‘Day of Unity’ and whatever his plans had been for the portal. They had been able to break through to the portal itself, ready to destroy or simply steal the reassembled door to the human world. When they had attacked though, the fire glyphs set on the machine didn’t exactly break it, but somehow had forced it to start up. 

The next thing they knew, it had broken into a vortex that began trying to draw in those close to it. Which unfortunately for Luz, was herself and Eda. Said witch had been able to use her staff and a Plant Glyph to hold herself to the ground, but Luz had no such luck as it started pulling on her far too soon for her to brace herself. Eda had just barely had the time to catch her and try to pull her back. “I’m not going too! Just hold o- LUZ!” Eda yelled as she felt her grip finally give way, Luz being drawn towards the portal itself, screaming and trying to seemingly swim her way back towards Eda. “Eda!” Was the last Luz could yell out just as she was pulled through and the portal closing shut right after, leaving only the re-damaged door and busted machine that held it. No sign of the Boiling Isles singular human witch. 

-

Luz found herself groaning as she tried to pick herself up. Her surroundings felt different, a soft rocking feeling, a warm sun beating down on her, and the smell of salt in the air. She slowly pulled herself up on her hands and knees as she tried to look around. Only to shut her eyes quickly from the bright light of the sun invading her vision. After a moment she slowly reopened them and looked on shocked. It looked like she was in the middle of the ocean, in a small dingy of a boat. Was she back in the human world? If so, why was she in the ocean and not by the shack that the portal normally leads to? She didn’t have much time to process things just as a dark shadow rose up behind her and she looked back slowly, only to scream as the massive form of some kind of sea monster tried to crash down on her, maw gaping wide to swallow her whole. Just as it came down, she screamed and felt a rush of wind. First one like she was falling and then a new one holding her up. “You know,” started the voice of a slightly older male as he approached. “If you’re going to have nightmares, it’s best not to take a nap on the figure head, Noceda.” He said with a slight amusement in his voice. Luz’s eyes shot open as she looked towards the voice, finding herself just off the side of the ship, a small vortex of winds holding her up directly over the ocean. “Right… Sorry, thanks for the save Jaune.” She chuckled weakly as she was brought back onto ship. 

The man before her was a tall blond man with blue eyes, who’s chest and part of his face was currently wrapped in bandages, covering fresh wounds from a previous engagement with a rather powerful foe. He was wearing an open black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, along with a pair of blue long pants held up by a red sash around his waist. Over his shoulders was a long blue captain’s coat with golden trimmings and tucked into his belt was a sheathed longsword with black and gold accents on the hilt and the pommel in the shape of a snarling wolf head. 

He was one, Jaune “Blood Wind” Arc, captain of the Arc Pirates, to which Luz currently belonged, and with a firm bounty of 500 million berries. As well as the wielder of the Paramecia Vortex Vortex Devil fruit, that gave him the power to control wind currents at a simple thought. 

“Any time.” he waved off her thanks. “So, same nightmare?” He asked with some concern as he leaned against the bulkhead of the ship. 

Luz sighed as she sat on the deck and nodded. She was far from the young 14 year old girl that Jaune and his budding crew had found and saved in the waters of the North Blue just 4 years ago. Now a young adult of 18, she stood much taller than she had before, both literally and figuratively. While not as tall as her captain, she was close, only about a head shorter then himself, her hair had grown out to be just past her shoulders but still kept the slightly gravity defying effect it had always had. Sticking up in ways that normally shouldn’t be possible, but around the world of Great Blue, it was hardly the weirdest. She had traded out her blue and white hoodie for a green jacket over a blue and white striped shirt underneath, tucked into a pair of dark blue shorts and her normal black leggings still coming out underneath. Much like her captain, she had made a name for herself on these seas, becoming known as “Wild Witch” Noceda. Thanks in part to what she’d picked up from Eda, but also eating a rather powerful paramecia devil fruit of her own, known as the Mage Mage fruit. It’s abilities let her continue to use her glyphs from the Boiling Isles, but without the need for paper or the Titan’s influence to do so. That power along with her own wit and cunning, had earned her an ample bounty of 300 million of her own. She sighed at the question and nodded. “Yeah, I know it’s been a long time since that day, but I can’t help thinking and even dreaming about it… How do you guys cope?” She asked, looking up, only to stop as she felt Jaune’s hand placed on the top of her head in a comforting manner. 

“Bout the same as you honestly,” He said with a small smile. “We keep moving forward and hope we can find our way back home someday. That’s the best we can do right now.” Luz nodded as she leaned against the ship’s walls, pulling her knees up to comfort herself a bit more.  

If there was one thing she was thankful for about this crew, was that it’s main group was made up of people all in similar situations to herself. Each one was from some other world or strange universe that was nothing like this one. Some more simple like the human world from her home, some far stranger than even Great Blue could hope to be. 

It gave them all something to bond over, even with how different most of them were and how little they each wanted to take orders, they all had that one aspect in common. Weirdly enough, it was all they needed to keep together as they searched for ways back. She looked up to Jaune with a slight bit of a smirk on her face. “So, should you really be up and about right now? Your fight with Sakasuki wasn’t that long ago and I don’t think that Bella would be happy to know you’re moving around with those wounds.” Jaune chuckled and shrugged. “I probably shouldn’t, but what the doc don’t know won’t hurt he-” “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU ARC!?” Came the loud voice of the ship’s doctor, one Bella Swan came yelling and crashing out of the ship's sick bay. “Me, it can hurt me…” Jaune finished, a sense of dread washing over him as he quickly ran to get away as Luz laughed at him being chased by the young brown haired woman in a doctor’s coat. “Get back here and get back in bed, damn it! Your burns haven’t healed yet!” Bella yelled as she ran by with new bandages in hand, intent on tying the man to the medical bed this time. 

Luz grinned watching them running around the ship, barreling over a few of the grunts trying to do their day to day upkeep. “Well, I guess I can’t be mad with the new weird family I ended up with.” She said as she stood and started looking out to the, momentarily calm, waters of the New World. “I’ll still find my way home… I want to see everyone again.” She said softly as she held up a hand, creating a light glyph with a simple motion and conjuring a small mote of light. With a light tap, she sent it floating away from the ship and turned to go help with things around her new home.