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mxacegrey · 2 years ago

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The Masked Part 8

Fandom: Fate the Winx Saga

Pairings: Sky x reader, Riven x reader, Saul Silva x reader (All platonic)

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 FATE THE WINX SAGA UNDER THE CUT!! Descriptions of violence. swearing, references to trauma and major character death.

Word Count: 2.1K

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The group of 5 split up, you heading outside to face the scrappers head on while the rest headed for the tunnels were their individual teams were waiting. You stood outside, dual swords in your hands and tilted your head towards the scrappers you heard chittering towards you. As they passed the corner, you stood on the opposite side of the corridor, simply glaring at them. For a moment, they simply looked at you before each scuttled towards you, you cutting them left to right. Few had bitten you and with the little fairy magic within them, you gained some powers like that of mind and fire magic.

On each side of the school, the other squad leaders began ordering the fairies, specialists and blood witches. Specialists and Blood witches were leading, the blood witches manoeuvring the controlled specialist out of the way, knocking them unconscious while the specialist stabbed and fought their way into the school. The fairies stood slightly behind, the mind fairies helping their specialists against the blood witches while the others worked together to destroy as many scrappers that they came across.

Cathán was stood outside with his team when Silva and his specialists returned to Alfea. They had gone around the school but were outnumbered and retreated.

“Right. Listen up. The Blood Witches were waiting for us, so we've had to fall back. We're gonna stay here and regroup until the Solarians come.” He heard Silva command.

“But Musa's still in there. So's Flora.” Riven protested.

“Yeah, he's right, we should go now...” Sky agreed with Riven.

“It's not up for debate, okay? So let's keep busy until then. Move out.” Silva replied, when Cathán spoke up.

“If there is any fairy still in there, with magic or not, they’ll be getting out soon.”

“Cathán? What are you doing here?” Silva asked, confused. “The Solarians aren’t here yet.”

“I’m not here with the Solarians. Or Valtor.” Cathán clarified as Silva held a sword to his neck. “My superior assigned 8 separate teams to infiltrate Alfea.”

Meanwhile, Flora sat in the cold basement, surrounded by the bloodied bodies of other fairies attacked by scrappers.

“They haven't taken anyone in a while. Maybe it's over.” One of the fire fairies said, shaking his leg as he sat next to Flora.

“It's not. Just sit tight.” Flora replied tensely.

“And wait to get plucked out like lobsters?” He snarked.

“I'm not dying to be food either. We can't afford to do anything stupid. My friends will come.” Flora glared at him.

“I'm going.” He said, standing up.

“Just don't use your magic. I think scrapers can sense...”

“Yeah, I've got it, but thanks.” The fairy stated, as he lit his hand up. “See? There's nothing.”

“Nick. Nick, come back into the light. Nick, don't be an idiot!” Flora urged him to return when she heard Nick scream. Footsteps entered the basement where the fairies were caught and Fallon walked in, his team spreading out.

“Amber, Jace, Cameron. Get the worst out the tunnel, we have medical not too far from here.” Fallon ordered, the ones in question nodded as their team blood witches checked over the bodies, assigning medical priority. Fallon then noticed Flora from the descriptions Virgil and Adara had given of the Winx suite and walked up to her. “Flora, right?”

“Yeah?” Flora asked, confused. Fallon reached a hand before pulling her up. “Do you know what Bloom and the others are planning?”

“...No.” Flora replied after a short pause that did not go unnoticed.

“Flora. This is not a game. This is war and people’s lives are at stake. It is much higher stakes than you realise.” Fallon scolded. “So tell me what you know.”

Flora soon broke under Fallon’s harsh gaze, telling him Bloom’s plans. With a solemn nod, Fallon called you to give you a heads-up. You answered, panting softly, your swords dripping with blood and blood spatter all over you. You nodded, thanking Fallon for the information before you headed for the hall where Sebastian and Bloom were standing, Sky trapped in vines from the balcony.

“Course not. But I wonder if they'd make the same effort if they knew how relieved you are to be giving it up.” You heard from the corridor as you walked towards them.

“You think if I had a choice, I wouldn't...” Bloom scoffed, but you hear her heart wasn’t really in it.

“Don't be ashamed, Bloom. You're a teenager. You should be allowed to be a teenager. Spend time with your friends. With your boyfriend. I know what it's like to miss out on all of that because you're dealing with shit that's bigger than you. Nobody gets to have a normal life when the Dragon Flame is involved, and a normal life is all your mum ever wanted for you.” Sebastian stated.

“Are you taunting me? You won. You're getting everything you wanted...” Bloom asked, offended. You walked inside, going unnoticed. You watched the interaction before you with a clenched jaw.

“I didn't mean to taunt. I didn't.” Sebastian backtracked slightly.

“So then tell me. Tell me about my mom, where I came from.” Bloom urged Sebastian.

“Stalling for time, is it?” Sebastian asked.

“You can read my thoughts. You really think I don't wanna know?” Bloom asked rhetorically. Sebastian began to open his mouth in response before the sound of a slow clap echoed through the hall.

“Well done, Bloom.” You spoke out, sarcasm dripping. “You have no idea what you’ve done. You started a fucking war!”

“Y/N?” Bloom asked, looking at you. Sebastian speaking over her,

“Little cousin?”

“You’re Sebastian’s cousin. You’re a blood witch. You’re on his side.” Bloom gasped as she remembered what happened in ‘First World Goods’.

“2 out of the 3 is not bad.” You replied coldly, before spinning around and slicing the vines that held Sky. Sky began to fall to the ground, Bloom screaming out. Vines suddenly slowed his fall, allowing him to hit the floor gently.

“Sky! Sky!” Bloom called out, tapping his face. His eyes opened slowly, seeing the face of Bloom before asking,

“Y/N?” You didn’t reply, only waving a hand out, vines growing from the wall and holding Bloom and Sebastian both back.

“What are you doing?” They both yelled out in shock.

“You have no idea of the magnitude of what you have done. Either of you!” You yelled, eyes blazing. “There are children out there! Children who would have had to fight because you are both so fucking pathetic!”

“Hey! I am not pathetic!” Bloom shouted, Sebastian simply looking at you.

“You, Bloom Peters. Willing to give up everything for one piece of information about your biological mother! You have fucking parents! Parents that love you and now you want more!” You spat.

“She’s my mother!” Bloom insisted, trying to make you understand.

“You already fucking have one!” You exclaimed, holding your bloody sword at her neck.

“You know what? You’re a fucking traitor! There’s no point in trying..” Bloom scoffed, the sword at her neck now touching her throat.

“Shut. Up!” You yelled through gritted teeth. “Blood witches don’t always have a choice you know. And fairies are just as fucking bad! Clearly none of you care about the consequences of your actions!”

“What do you care?”

“I care because there are children involved. Innocent children.” You stated, now moving away from Bloom. You noticed Bloom about to smirk and quickly burst her bubble. “You’re not a child, Bloom. Hold yourself accountable! You killed Rosalind Hale.”

“It was self-defence.”

“No. Self-defence would be burning her slightly. Self-defence is not burning her to a fucking crisp and saying ‘I lost control’ after you were told, repeatedly, to safely put your magic inside the convergence crystal!” You glared, before asking Bloom another question. “Tell me. What was the plan when you went to Rosalind? Hmm? Make her pay? Cause that is still second-degree murder!”

Unknown to you, Riven and Saul had walked inside the hall, seeing Sky on the floor. Behind them, Cathán had his team scout around making sure all of Sebastian’s blood witches were down. He then had two of the fairies escort Sky to the med base they had set up.

All of a sudden, Sebastian chuckled, drawing your gaze towards him.

“You have no idea...”

“What you’ve done? That conduit to the Realm of Darkness of yours is closing as we speak. Around 10 particularly strong blood witches are shutting it down... For good. I mean I would have. But I had some business to take care of.”

“No!” Sebastian yelled. You simply smirked in response. Footsteps coming from behind you had you turning your head. Behind you, you saw Brooklyn, Dawn, Aella, Ezekiel, Adara and Virgil standing in an upside down V formation with you at the point and Adara and Virgil standing on each side, slightly behind you.

“Now then, Sebastian. You may be strong. But are you strong than me? And 6 transformed fairies?” You taunted, releasing him from the vines that held him to the wall. The fairies stood around him, holding a hand before them and pushed their magic into him. Before the first blast could hit him, he raised a shield using some lightning from the air magic he still had left. Another blast came his way and another. He was soon overwhelmed by the magic attacking him and his shield began to drop allowing the last blast to hit his straight on. His eyes caught you, tears welling in his own as he realised his end, and you looked cooly back. He then disintegrated, your words echoing in his mind. ��Goodbye, cousin.”

With that, the group slowed their magic, Virgil getting Bloom down from the vines. You simply looked at her before deciding to be leinent towards her... after Virgil and Adara’s collected glares. The other fairies had left afterwards heading back to their squads and checking in with medical.

“You want to know about your mother...” You waited for Bloom to nod before continuing. “She had the Dragon Flame like you -”

“I thought it only existed 1,000 years ago.” Bloom interrupted, your glare going unnoticed.

“No. It was just in stasis for 1,000 years. Because you were in stasis for 1,000 years as a baby.”

“So, I was... I was born 1,000 ye... years ago? In the middle of an ancient war. That's...”

“Your biological mother and the Dragon Flame were the ‘heroes’ of that war until she lost control and thousands died. She was wracked with guilt for what she'd done, for passing the burden on to you. She couldn't fathom you going down the same path, so, the day you were born, she put you in stasis and she put herself in the Realm of Darkness.”

“What?! But you destroyed the portal! I could have met my mother!”

“Wow! Do you have any idea what the conduit would do?! There's an entity in the Realm of Darkness. Shadow. It can raise the dead. Sebastian wanted to bring everyone from Aster Dell back to life. Only, last time it happened, it nearly destroyed the Otherworld! Are you willing enough to be the cause of thousands if not millions because you want to meet your biological mother when you have two parents at home waiting for you?!” You scoffed before explaining the harsh reality to a now trembling Bloom.

Shaking your head, you left Bloom in the hall before heading towards the medical bay, Virgil and Adara following behind you. As you entered the tent, you asked some of the doctors how it was.

“Most of the fairies are getting their magic back but there will be a number of scars.” The doctor replied.

“Fatalities?” Virgil asked, as he looked around.

“A lot less than if you hadn’t come to help. 9 fairies and around 5 specialists.” The doctor explained.

“Thank you.” You said, nodding in gratitude.

“No problem.” The doctor replied before the three of you left for the safe house. After an hour of driving through abandoned woods, you stepped out to a large house, child’s laughter and shrieks echoing around. The three of you looked at each other before chuckling softly and knocking on the front door. It opened to a pair of twins, who then broke out into wide smiles.

“You’re back! Guys! V, Ad, and Y/N/N are back!” The twins yelled out, hugging the trio. Soon the sound of running footsteps were heard as more children ran up to them, tackling them to the floor. The trio looked at each other, around the children they were cradling in their arms, before whispering,

“For the children.”

#sky x reader #sky fate winx saga #riven fate winx saga #riven x reader #saul silva x reader #platonic relationships #fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga season 2 spoilers #blood witch reader #specialist reader

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just0nemorepage · 2 years ago

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Promised in Fire || Jasmine Walt || Of Dragons and Fae #1 || 414 pages Top 3 Genres: Fantasy / Romance / Dragons

Synopsis: A fae with impossible magic

Adara has been an outsider for as long as she can remember. Born and raised in the earth fae realm, she’s a water fae who can’t control her magic, making her not just useless, but downright dangerous at times.

When a training mishap accidentally unleashes a hidden magic inside her, Adara suddenly finds herself on the run. The king wants to use her powers for nefarious reasons, and he’ll stop at nothing to obtain her—including kidnapping and torturing Adara’s own mother.

A dragon awoken from slumber

As the last of his kind, Einar wants nothing to do with the kingdom of Ediria or its problems. The fae hunted his kind to extinction, and he harbors only hatred for them in his heart.

But when a beautiful fae female awakens him from an enchanted slumber, Einar is reluctantly ensnared. And while he would rather die than submit to any fae, every fiber of his body screams to claim her as his own.

A kingdom corrupted by darkness

The last thing Adara and Einar want to do is join forces, no matter how scorching the passion between them is. But a dark magic is sweeping through the land, rotting the kingdom from the inside out. And if the two cannot put aside the centuries-old feud between their races, they will lose everything they hold dear...

Publication Date: January 2022. / Average Rating: 4.02. / Number of Ratings: ~1140.

#tbr tuesday #I haven't read this yet!#promised in fire #jasmine walt #of dragons and fae #no. 1 #400-499 pages #fantasy #romance #dragons #need to buy #jomp original

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itisweselton · 9 months ago

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Quiet gasps could be heard from the King and Queen when a flame ignited on Adara's fingertips. Edgar looked back at the couple, observing Their reaction. Then...

Alfred smiled and clapped. "Your gifts are not of this world clearly. I understand now your elaboration on food and the way in which it is prepared. And the fact that you wield such control over fire makes it all the more impressive."

Theresia nodded in agreement with her husband. "I agree. That you created this entire course all by yourself is truly astounding."

"I concur, Theresia," Alfred added before turning back to Adara. "You've proven that fire can have practical uses besides the obvious ones of destruction. And for that I thank you."

Edgar at last breathed a sigh of relief at his King's approval of Adara and her abilities and he smiled back at her.

Winter Breakfast being a sweeping success, Adara moved onto lunch. A light yet filling affair for the season: warm, fresh-baked crusty breads and a thick, creamy chicken stew with winter vegitables. Like the first meal, this was served outside, prepared in mystery.

For the final dinning experience, the flame woman made sure to set up early, and that's all she did. A glorously huge cut of meat sat raw in the center of an equally large baking pan. Veggies and herbs chopped but unmixed and uncooked. All out in the frozen Palace gardens, away from the warmth of an oven fire.

This was her performance peice. It was to be special. Tonight, Edgar's Kingly brother, and the Queen, and anyone else in attendance would see what this mystery woman was made of.

Edgar cleared his throat upon seeing his King and Queen later that day. "Adara has also prepared dinner for You," he stated before leading Them deeper into the palace gardens where there was a table and chairs set complete with a huge cut of meat and the fresh smell of herbs.

#adara-of-the-flame

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dyanlzbb · 4 years ago

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My works

MARVEL UNIVERSE

Bucky and the Toy Phone

Bucky x OC. - It is a universal unwritten rule that when a child offers you his toy cellphone, you have to take the call. Bucky Barnes knew it. That was the reason why he was now answering an Iron Man toy cellphone in the middle of the common room at Avengers Tower. -

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 FINISHED (also on AO3 )

Hidden Fire (AO3)

AU Soulmates. Bucky x OC, Loki x OC, Pietro Maximoff x OC. - Adara is a young member of the Avengers that can manipulate fire and has three soulmarks. Her secret is revealed during a party when she loses control because she is jealous and from there, she struggles to show her soulmates her marks, while she takes a mission to help the Avengers get intel from H.Y.D.R.A.-

13 Chapters FINISHED

The long way home (AO3)

Tony Stark x OC!Daughter. Pietro Maximoff x OC. - After escaping H.Y.D.R.A. the young Annette has to look after her kid sister Madeleine. When they receive bad news, they are found by their former captors and rescued by the Avengers. This is the story of how they found home.-

13 Chapters FINISHED

Miss Stark

Tony Stark x niece!OC. -Tony's niece arrives to the Tower and he tries to know why. Little by little she starts to feel at home and this is the story of how she interacts with the Avengers.-

4 chapters (ongoing)

DC UNIVERSE

Batmom

Batmom imagine. Batman is out of town and the Batboys are in danger... time to break a promise and be Batmom again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 FINISHED

The Recovery of the Lost Moon

Jason x Batsis. Jason finds a girl and decides to help her find her mother... the only way to do it is with a DNA search. He gets surprised by what he finds.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 FINISHED

Brother (AO3)

SuperboyxOC!Sister. Superboy had a sister he couldn't remember. It was a stroke of luck he found her. Now he has to discover who is his sister.

7 parts, (ongoing)

Our other daughter (AO3)

Bruce Wayne receives a call from Selina regarding the security of their daughter... one Bruce had no idea existed.

7 parts, (ongoing)

Batman deserves happiness

Bruce Wayne x OFC. - Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne were to get married, but in a last second thought, Selina leaves Bruce at the altar. Batman then roams around the city and finds light on a deparment, he feels attracted to the place and finds there a woman who isn't afraid of the bat. They start a story together. -

11 parts (ongoing)

Accompanied - One Shot

Bruce Wayne x OFC. - Inspired by the Webtoon “Unnaccompanied” from Webtoons Batman: Wayne Family Adventures.

Bruce Wayne has been in a bad mood since he left home. He was set on attending alone for tonight's gala. He had put on one of his favorite two piece suits and while he was getting ready, he went over why none of his children would go to the gala with Alfred. In the end, not even Alfred wanted to go there, and his rejection put him in a bad mood for the whole ride.

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OTHER

Follow me Witch Boy��(In Wattpad) The Covenant movie (Chase Collins x OFC) After Caleb presumably eliminates Chase in a fight in Ipswich, a young witch by the name Alessa finds him burning and decides to teach him to be a warlock.

#myworks #fanfiction #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes fanfiction #batsiblings #batman x batsis #Jason Todd #pietro maximoff #chase collins #batmom imagines #batmom x batfamily #tony stark

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humble-wayside-flower · 4 years ago

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Right Side Wrong (X)

Songs for Marin and Matthias Magwood // City With No Sky Pt. 2 (Marin on the left, Matthias on the right)

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I’ll Be Your Mirror - Lowland Hum (A song for parallel universes and for someone who is so different but also very much the same)

When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you’re twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands ‘Cause I see you

Secret for the Mad - Dodie (Sort of my song for Marin <3 You have to go through the hard stuff to get to the better stuff, but someday this will all make sense)

I’ve got a secret for the mad In a little bit of time it won’t hurt so bad And I get that I don’t get it But you will burn right now, but then you won’t regret it

Close to Home - Vienna Teng (Home, Home, Home. It’s important to them both, but especially so to Marin. Learning to let go of the physical home, but also maybe the ideological home, and trying to build a new one, while stumbling upon the way.)

Lay your head where they hold Hide the demarcations of your soul And play your silent scream role Harmonize your own worth to what you show Normalized and nowhere close to home

O Magnum Mysterium - Morten Lauridsen (”The singing is slightly discordant, not quite right, unsettling to listen to. Through the making of music that sounds as pained as they feel inside do the priestexes of the Silent One grieve their dead… The dissonance resolves into a more traditional chord; the voices finish in something still sad, but more at peace.” --This is the song I’ve imagined in this spot from the moment that session ended. While it isn’t really a mournful song, there was never going to be another one that fit this part better in my head.)

Latin Choral Piece

Can’t Go Back - The Crane Wives (The ever present mantra, it’s not fair. It’s not fair because this was my home too, and my friend too, and no you don’t get to kick me out of my own home, I won’t leave. Except you do, and you do.)

Cause you can’t go back, darling The time has come for moving on You can’t be always trying to dig up What you’ve already buried You’ve got to carry carry carry on

Prelude - Tessa Violet (A song for Nora. For two people with walls they haven’t fully broken down. A song for wanting to know more about who a person is behind the things a person does. A song for offering friendship, and a song for hesitance that is hard to get past.)

I’m insecure Of that I’m sure Don’t need a counselor or seminar to see And even when it’s only you and me There seems to be Somethin’ that you keep behind your teeth

The Loneliness Waltz - The Ballroom Thieves (A song for Raye. For two people in the same boat, even when the oceans are different. A song for wanting other people to want you so badly that you never quite learn to stop giving yourself to people who are not paying attention. A song for picking yourself up again and again anyways.)

We are frivolous with our hearts Watch them bend till they break Then we pick up the parts Yeah, we give, we take We save and condemn And we live just to love again

We’re Not Different - Lo-Fang (A song for Yani Shae. For the weird sensation of looking at a person, and feeling like you’re looking at a distorted mirror. The same but different. Different but the same. I have a lot of thoughts about Yani and Marin and the act of having faith in a deity that is all about random chance, but that’s a whole other post.)

You look at me but don’t see what I see I’m different But we’re not different Take this plant To feel how I feel Now we’re different But we’re not different Not so different

Leviathan - Dirt Poor Robins (World Eater Vibes- Adara Style. Tbh, the song I wanted to put here wasn’t on spotify, so this was the next best choice. A song for an entity that is threatening all of reality, but no one has ever seen it, and also you only really know it exists because your parallel universe selves told you it did. A song for world destruction as a ticking time bomb with a broken read out.)

Here I lie in the dark and deep For a thousand years I’ve been asleep Far removed from the walls that rage Undisturbed by the earthquakes And I wait, I wait

Saint Bernard - Lincoln (A song about faith, and about losing it, and finding it, and losing it, and keeping it, and knowing that you’ll never really be able to extract it from yourself without cutting out a vital part of yourself. Marin is struggling with the loss of her home, but even more so with this loss of purpose. She’s just pushing forward and hoping for something to grab onto again.)

I said “Make me love myself, so that I might love you” Don’t make me a liar, ‘cause I swear to God When I said it, I thought it was true

In Darkness - Lowland Hum (A song for parallel universes, for someone who is very much the same, but also so different)

Forest of my mind Calm and slow and know comfort of the darkness Knowing you I am more myself but not a self I know; One from somewhere else

Guiltless - Dodie (I have a lot of thoughts about Mattie and their family, and the worries that come with growing up in an environment that is not affirming of who you are and that upholds the status quo to a fault. How do you figure out what parts of you are really you, and what parts are the ones you need to let go or outgrow?)

Oh but I’m not bitter, I’m just tired No use getting angry at the way that you’re wired And I could never let you know (Ooh, you’d never get it) And now I’m the one who can’t let go (Ooh don’t say it’s genetic)

The Hymn of Acxiom - Vienna Teng (A song for being cursed, and the ever present inkling that you are not quite alone in your own head. A song for being cursed, and abruptly understanding in the most gut wrenching way that you are absolutely not alone in your own head, not one bit.)

Somebody hears you. You know that. You know that. Somebody hears you. You know that inside. Someone is learning the colors of all your moods, to (Say the right thing and) show that you’re understood

Nox Aurumque - Eric Whitacre (I cheated a little bit on this one and used a different composer, albeit still a Latin choral piece. I liked that this piece had an eeriness to it that contrasted with the lighter nature of O Magnum Mysterium. Also the title translates to Night and Gold, which seemed fitting.)

Latin Choral Piece

Curses - The Crane Wives (The world eater is the one that burns, but their walls are still unstable. Will their friends still be here when the walls burn down? They hope so.)

Every word I say is kindling But the smoke clears when you’re around Won’t you stay with me, my darling When my walls start burning down, down, down?

Honest - Tessa Violet (A song for Sheridan. A song for two people who just want to be wanted, who have problems with self sacrifice, and who are learning that you need to lean on other people. It’s okay, their shoulder is here.)

Here’s the truth My strength ain’t bein’ honest I mostly work from wanting to be wanted And if there’s somethin’ else, well I don’t know if I got it, got it And come the night, I’m never really solid

Trouble - The Ballroom Thieves (A song for Raleigh. For two people who can’t stop getting into trouble with each other. In many ways the two are complete opposites, but in another life they might not have been so different. For the boy who welcomes trouble with the smile of an old friend.)

I’m terrified of my heart Its hunger for whatever it may want The way it stops and starts Yeah it may saunter into war Trouble doesn’t keep a civil score

Silver Peak - Lo-Fang (A song for Lukas. It took me ages to decide on one for him, and I’m still not totally happy with this choice. I feel like it captures the danger that his helping our party has put him in though, and the frenetic energy of everything that went down during the cult ceremony. I am so sorry that you got sucked into this world eater and blood hunter stuff. You’re a cool dude, and thank you again for the fork.)

Instrumental

But Never a Key - Dirt Poor Robins (World Eater Vibes- Aillgate Style. It’s all about the fire imagery baby. And the imagery of someone slowly coming undone at the seams. A song for the slow ascent of a burning god that could unravel all of reality. A song for not being sure how to stop this yet. A song for being afraid of losing control of your body and mind again. Also that good good warlock shit.)

You’re wound up too tightly So frayed and unsightly Pulling on your own strings You’re unraveling How can a cure now be found? With no outside threat Just a fire in your chest And you’re melting All over everything

How I Survived Bobby Mackey’s Personal Hell - Lincoln (This song isn’t quite perfect, but the frenetic energy of it feels really right, especially in the aftermath of the cult ceremony. Mattie is looking for answers, but they’re also just looking for distraction. And control. Some control over these magic powers they suddenly have access too would be great too. A song for anxious waiting.)

Nothing says I miss you quite like “I’m running out of time” Nothing says I hate you now like Getting sweat stains on a knife I am killing time with a razor blade

#city with no sky #cwns playlist #my playlists #music #going to press post on this #before I can overthink it any more than I already have #anyways I know only three other people are going to care about this #but I cannot fucking wait to play dnd with this group again #<3

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shesthelastjedi · 4 years ago

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Finding the Fire Within: Boy in an Iceberg

Hi!

I thought I would give you guys Chapter 1 today since the prologue was so short. I hope you enjoy chapter one. My story is posted on FF, ao3 and Tumblr. Thank you to those who took a chance to read this.

Forever and Always,

Ari.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC's and the parts of the plot you do not recognize from the Avatar The Last Airbender.

Chapter 1: Boy in an Iceberg

Adara stood on the deck, inhaling the salty ocean air, grimacing at her stomach swirling unpleasantly. The smell of salt was one thing she still couldn’t get used to no matter how long she had been out at sea. But she still thanked her lucky stars that she wasn’t plagued with seasickness as she had been at the beginning of their journey. She breathed in deeply pushing past the salt aroma, seeing the sun beginning to rise from the East. Even with the sun barely rising, she felt the rush of warmth and energy radiating from the fireball in the sky. Her eyes closed involuntarily as she relished in the familiar warmth spreading throughout her body. Adara’s skin prickled at the energy. She disregarded the irritated cough from behind her attempting to gain her attention. Adara held her smile when he coughed again. Every morning he greeted her the same way, and she didn’t understand why he couldn’t greet her normally.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you ready to train,” Zuko questioned, moving to stand beside her. Adara eyed him, wanting nothing more than to smack him for his absence of manners. If only their teachers were here to drill some common sense into him. He was getting off lucky that she was in a forgiving mood today and she was holding onto her manners.

She pursed her lips, letting the small amount of serenity she produced fade elsewhere. Adara glanced at Zuko, regarding the impatient look plastered on his face. Ignoring her temper, she plastered a fake smile on her face knowing how much he hated it her false happiness. “Good morning Prince Zuko,” Adara inclined her head slightly to upset him even more. She raised an eyebrow at him when he refused to greet her back. “Normally this is where someone with manners says, ‘Good morning Adara my greatest, truest friend, did you sleep well?’” She prompted him with a small smile, opting to tease him to make herself dull her irritation. He let out an annoyed breath, still refusing to respond. “Seems someone forgot their manners again… Come back and try again. If you happen to remember your manners, maybe I’ll train with you.”

She veered away from Zuko, heading towards the front railing of the ship to watch the water. Adara clutched the bars tightly, watching her hands turn a ghostly shade. She studied the ocean noticing medium chunks of ice crashing against the steel. Adara grimaced, already disliking the idea of cold and water joining together. Two of her least favorite elements. Ever since she fell in a year ago, she loathed being in cold water. Yet the trauma still didn’t stop her from peering over the edge to peek at the different sea animals. It had always been her favorite thing to do after training.

“Good morning Lady Adara, did you sleep well?” Zuko relented from his stance behind her. She bit her lower lip, hiding her grin. Even though she was upset at him, he always gave in to her request to greet her.

Adara couldn’t help but let her smile cross her face, glancing at the water one last time, she turned to meet his gaze letting him see that she was pleased. “I slept well Prince Zuko, so I suppose I can fit in a few hours of training. But only if you agree to meditate with me afterward,” She comprised watching him roll his eyes. He hated to meditate, just like she hated training.

“Fine,” He turned abruptly heading towards the center of the ship. She watched him letting out a small sigh, casually trailing after him ready to help him meet whatever fury he had endured during the night.

Adara eyed the sky wishing that she had been born as a hawk so she didn’t have to train so hard with Zuko, ignoring the sweat trickling down the sides of her face. Zuko leaned down towards her blocking her view of the clouds. He grinned smugly reaching his hand out to haul her up. She held in her sneer when she realized how excited he was that he always beat her. Adara rolled her eyes at his smug grin still etched on his face as she grasped his hand, allowing him to pull her up. One of these days she would best him, so she could grin down at him.

“It’s not a good look for a Prince to cheat,” Adara teased, raising an eyebrow at him. She dusted her clothes off, fixing her top listening to his growl.

“I didn’t cheat! Must you always resort to that line when I beat you,” Zuko exclaimed throwing his hands up in anger. She watched him, smirking at how easy it was to rile him up.

She pushed her hair away from her face, wishing she would’ve tied it up. “Depends…Does it still make you angry?” She darted away from him when he tried to swat at her. “I’m only teasing Zuko! But you fall for it every single time!” Adara chuckled, dodging his hands again when he stalked towards her.

“Why you litt-” Zuko snarled, holding his arms out, ready to send fire towards her.

Adara snickered, running to hide behind Iroh. “Prince Zuko, excellent form!” Iroh tossed her towel over his shoulder, focusing on Zuko. She took it, bowing her head slightly in thanks. “Adara you are still holding back,” He chided, shaking his head in discontent, turning so he could stare at her and Zuko. She dropped her head, frustration beginning to bubble in her chest. She was a disgrace to the Fire Nation. She still couldn’t grasp her training and she was failing at being a successful sparring partner for Zuko. A warm hand clasped her on shoulder causing her to glance up. “Once you learn to trust your body, your form will start to improve.”

She plastered a smile on her face, blotting the sweat from her face. “Thank you, Iroh.” It was hard to place his words into action. Ever since she fell in the ocean, she started to fall behind. She had trusted her body to swim, but she had failed and became a burden. Adara breathed in deeply feeling the chill from the wind. “We are getting closer to colder waters. Will the crew be okay with this weather?” Adara stood on the tip of her toes, seeing more ice gathering in the water. She looked at Zuko, waiting for him to answer, only to get no response as he went back to practicing his forms.

“Most of the crew are fire benders, they have learned to control their inner warmth,” Iroh reassured, watching Zuko. “Shall I continue teaching you the art of Pai sho?” Adara knew that she should probably mirror Zuko to get better, but her heart wasn’t in it.

She nodded wanting to take a break from her training. “Lead the way.”Iroh trailed to a smaller table that was being set up a few feet away. She sat down after him, looking at the tiles. A cool breeze had her shivering slightly as she touched within to harness her inner warmth.

While Iroh was concentrating on his move, she watched Zuko hold his practice to stare at the neverending horizon. Adara studied him wondering how she had managed to preserve their friendship even with all of their ill-tempered words and temper outbursts. A small part of her wished that they could travel back to how it was before the banishment. She missed her friend who loved to feed the turtleducks and show off his swordsmanship. The Zuko she knew now was just angry at the world and it wasn’t the world’s fault but it wasn’t like she could tell him that without upsetting him. Adara eyed at his scar, her heart feeling dejected because of the pain that he endured. Her eyes flashed back to the board, when he turned around, knowing that he would be upset if she was caught staring.

“Finally,” Zuko whispered loud enough for her to hear. Adara watched a bright blue beam of light shoot up into the sky. “Uncle, do you realize what this means?” She pressed her lips together when Iroh continued to focus on the board. “We won’t get to finish our game?”

She met Zuko’s golden gaze and she could see the hope shining in his eyes. Adara hadn’t seen it in a long time. “It means my search - it's about to come to an end.” Iroh groaned loudly voicing his displeasure as he finally made a move.

Without thinking Adara moved a tile, standing up quickly walking towards Zuko. The game was the last thing on her mind as she stood beside him. The light was signaling that something important was occurring, and she wanted to believe that it was the Avatar. “How can we be sure that it’s him Zuko,” She asked, voicing her concern. The last thing she wanted to do was squash his hope that was beginning to grow.

“Adara, that light came from an incredibly powerful source. It has to be him,” Zuko exclaimed, gesturing to the light that they had experienced in a similar situation last year. Adara fiddled with her fingers, trying to figure out a way to tell him not to get his hopes up without being so blunt.

“Or it's just the celestial lights. We've been down this road before, Prince Zuko. I don't want you to get too excited over nothing. Please, sit. Why don't you enjoy a cup of calming jasmine tea?” Iroh set another piece down, gesturing for them both to sit. Adara froze, waiting for Zuko’s temper to explode from him.

Zuko spun on his heels so fast, Adara felt dizzy looking at him. “I don’t need any calming tea! I need to capture the Avatar. Helmsman, head a course for the light!”

Adara tentatively reached out a hand, setting it on Zuko’s arm, “Zuko, just don’t be upset if it isn’t him.”

He stared at her, his eyes softening slightly before they hardened. “I know it’s him,” He muttered broodingly, shaking her hand off his arm. Adara nodded backing away from him as she went back to sit with Iroh. She tried her best to focus on the game, but her mind kept drifting back to the light.

Adara walked up to the spotting deck, watching Zuko stare at the horizon again. He hadn’t left his spot to come and eat with them. Carefully she balanced the tray, setting it on the smaller table. Once she had fixed his food, she stood moving to stand next to him quietly. “I know he’s out there Adara… I can feel it.” Adara bit her lip at Zuko’s words knowing he needed her support and she wasn’t going to stand in the way of his hope. A part of her believed him when he told her his thoughts, but she knew that the Avatar hadn't been seen in so long.

“I will always follow you… I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” Adara leaned against the railing, knowing that he believed her. “I brought your food and it’s all set up. Remember we need our strength. So eat, even if your mind is telling you that you aren’t hungry.” Adara set her hand on his arm, squeezing it lightly before she let go.

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Zuko glanced at her, watching her incline her head respectfully. Adara looked up at him, sending him a small smile as she turned to leave him to his thoughts. He was grateful to her, she knew that he wanted to be alone, but how he also wanted to be heard and she had given him what he needed. He allowed his shoulders to drop as he smelt his favorite dish, although he didn’t have the stomach to eat. Zuko lowered himself, picking up the cup of water knowing that if he didn’t eat, Adara would track him down and force him to eat. It wouldn’t matter if he was royalty. Zuko pulled the tray closer to him, savoring the warm dish.

Zuko set the tray to the side, satisfied that he had eaten everything. He stood up focusing on the darkening sky. He clasped his hands on the railing, and his eyes trailed down to the deck seeing Adara meditating. He had promised her he would meditate and she hadn’t bugged him into doing it. Zuko watched her seem bothered at the fact that her loose black hair kept blowing in her face. He held in a smile when she shoved her hair behind her ears, closing her eyes hiding her light brown eyes behind her eyelids. His lips twitched again when she let out a long huff as her hair continued to brush against her face. Zuko turned his attention back to the dark sky. The sun’s power was beginning to withdraw from him and the rush of fatigue had him struggling to focus on his next move.

He sighed loudly hearing the noisy entrance from his uncle, “I’m going to bed now. Yep. A man needs his rest. Prince Zuko, you need some sleep. Even if you're right and the Avatar is alive, you won't find him. Your father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all tried and failed.”

Zuko rolled his eyes, everyone was expecting him to fail and he wouldn’t. People were depending on him to succeed. He didn’t bother turning around to face his Uncle, “because their honor didn’t hinge on the Avatar’s capture. Mind does. This coward’s hundred years in hiding are over.” Zuko stared at Adara, seeing her stifling a yawn. His eyes closed when the door shut.

Adara’s P.O.V.

Adara yawned again, deciding to forgo the rest of her meditation and retire to her room. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, opening her eyes and stretched her sore limbs. Zuko had told her when she first started training that the burn her muscles gave after training would make her feel good and accomplished and she had been waiting for that feeling for almost two years. She never felt good after training, she always felt dejected and unbelievably sore. Adara slowly got up, ignoring her protesting muscles. She reached towards the sky, feeling her back adjust at the movement. Turning slowly she saw Zuko still rooted in the same spot that she had left him in. He was still looking at the horizon where he saw the beam of light. She could see the droop of his shoulder and it was a sign that he was fighting against his drowsiness. Adara sighed, shaking her head at him. Slowly she made her way to the spotting deck, hoping that he was in a sense to see reason. She knocked twice, entering the room walking to lean against the railing beside Zuko.

Pulling her cloak closer to her body, wishing that she wasn’t so bothered by the cool breeze. “So are you planning on going against the old man, Master of all four elements on no sleep?”

Zuko sighed, leaning beside her. “No Adara.”

“Then you should get some rest,” Adara urged, setting her hand on his arm. She knew that since he was so close to the light, rest wouldn’t come easy. “Should I get some tea?”

“It feels surreal Dara,” Zuko murmured, glancing from the corner of his eyes. “This could be my chance to return home, retake my honor, and reclaim my throne.”

Adara let the hope bubble up in her chest at the thought of returning to their homeland. She missed being able to walk the streets and sit in the garden reading until there was no light left. “If this is your chance, then Zuko, you must rest.” Adara set her hand over his, squeezing his hand lightly feeling the familiar warmth of a firebenders hands. “I believe in you, you know that right?”

“You’ve only mentioned it a thousand times,” He commented dryly, turning his hand so that he could grip her back.

“I’ll say it a million more to remind you to have hope in yourself,” She smiled, hoping that she was helping soothe his self-loathing thoughts that plagued his mind. Adara stared up at the moon, feeling the true weight of the sun’s energy leave her body. “Rest well, Zuko,” Adara squeezed his hand once last time, slipping her hand from his, ignoring their shared warmth that started to diminish.

Adara kneeled next to Iroh, watching Zuko’s movements carefully. He trained against Takumi and Jun and so far he was holding out longer than he usually did. She swept her long hair over her shoulder, ignoring the wisps of hair plastered to her sweat ridden face. Adara was ecstatic that she had managed to beat both guards during the second round without getting knocked down or burned.

“Again,” Iroh commanded, watching the training with hawk-like precision. Adara smirked when she saw Zuko’s powerful blow of fire towards the two. Both Takumi and Jun, sent blows of fire at Zuko but instead of blocking them he dodged them effortlessly, flipping and landing behind them. Iroh sighed in displeasure, standing from the small stool. “No,” He called sharply causing the training to halt, “Power in firebending comes from the breath. Not the muscles. The breath becomes energy in the body. The energy extends past your limbs and becomes fire.” She watched in awe as Iroh sent a controlled blast of fire towards Zuko, not letting it brush enough to burn him. “Get it right this time.”

Zuko stalked towards his uncle, causing Adara to stand up when she saw his face morphing into rage. “Enough. I’ve been dripping this sequence all day. Teach me the next set. I’m more than ready.” Adara rolled her eyes, knowing that he was rushing because of the beam of light. He was pushing himself further and he wasn’t listening to Iroh’s lessons.

“No, you are impatient. You have yet to master your basics,” Iroh held his ground sitting down. Adara gnawed on her lower lip, wishing she had claimed she felt ill. “Drill it again!” She felt goosebumps rise on her arms at Iroh’s command.

Zuko yelled out, sending a blast of fire towards Takumi knocking him down harshly. “Zuko!” Adara yelled at him ignoring his glare. Adara brushed off his anger, rushing towards Takumi. He didn’t deserve his anger. She offered Takumi her hand, grabbed her hand and she pulled him up with ease. Adara stared up at him, as he inclined his head towards her. “Sorry.”

“The sages tell us that the Avatar is the last Airbender. He must be over a hundred years old by now. He’s had a century to master the four elements. I’ll need more than basic firebending to defeat him. You WILL teach me the advanced set!” Adara held in her fury at Zuko’s demand. It wasn’t her place to intrude on their argument.

Adara watched Iroh, knowing that he was going to give in to keep the peace. “Very well. But first I must finish my roast duck,” Iroh pulled up his food jokingly, ignoring Zuko’s look of disgust.

She set her hand on Takumi’s arm, patting it gently. Adara sent a glare to Zuko, stalking over to the railing. It bothered her deeply when he treated others horribly. She was reminded of Azula when he did it. She wanted to ignore Zuko as he leaned next to her, his arm brushing against hers. “Your show of anger towards Takumi was uncalled for,” Adara bit, letting her temper rise. She admired Takumi, he had been patient and kind when she first came on the ship. He reminded her of Shang and it helped ease how much she missed her elder brother. “I know you won’t bother to apologize to him, so I did it for you. I’m angry at you right now.”

Zuko scoffed, letting his hands tighten on the railing. “I need to be prepared for when I face the Avatar, Adara.”

She rolled her eyes as if that excused his lack of control for his anger. Adara knew that he thought that he had go up against the avatar alone and it made her angry. She wasn’t just training to help her with her firebending, she was trying to be an asset to aid him. “That doesn’t excuse what you did to Takumi.” Adara sighed knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him angry, “I’m here to help, although I may not be up to par with you, I can still aid you. You can’t treat them like this because of your temper.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what I already know,” Zuko hissed, turning so that he was facing her.

Adara bit her tongue, reigning in her temper. She had to be the more reasonable one. “Prove that you know it then…” Adara turned away from Zuko, heading back to her room. She shoved the heavy door open, letting it slam behind her.

Once she cooled down she joined Iroh, running her fingers through her freshly washed obsidian hair, letting it dry with the cool breeze. She focused on warming her body, while she played Pai Sho. Since she started playing she has come close to winning once out of the many times she played. “I’ll never be able to beat you Iroh… you’re a master at Pai Sho.”

“Then the saying, poor is the pupil who does not surpass the master is fitting for this occasion,” Iroh stroked his beard, raising an eyebrow at her when she made a questionable move.

Adara smirked, shaking her head at his challenge. “My mission in life now is to get you to say the pupil has finally surpassed the master,” She laughed, glancing up at Zuko holding the telescope. “See anything yet Zuko?”

A flare shot up in the sky, causing Adara to get up ignoring the game. She watched the fire nation flare, wondering what set off the trap. “The last Airbender.” He breathed, “Quite agile for his old age.”

“What,” Adara asked, moving closer to the railing to squint to see what he was looking at.

“He’s jumping from the ship with a person in his arms. I’ve found his hiding place,” Zuko pushed her back, handing her the telescope, so she could see what he was talking about. Her mouth turned dry at the small Water Tribe village. The last thing she wanted to do was comb through the village with possible waterbenders. Adara lowered the telescope, trying to be brave at the fact that this was possibly Zuko’s moment.

#zuko x oc #prince zuko #zuko fic #zuko #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla zuko #Ari's world #finding the fire within

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creepingsharia · 5 years ago

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Muslims Kill 30 in Nigeria, Muslim President Blames Victims

Fulani Militants Kill Thirty in Nigeria

05/14/2020 Washington D.C. (International Christian Concern) – International Christian Concern (ICC) has learned that Fulani militants conducted a major attack, beginning late in the evening on May 11, on the community of Gonan Rogo in Kaduna State, Nigeria, as well as four other villages. Despite the government lockdown to curtail the spread of COVID-19, Fulani militants continued to move freely and attacked five villages in Kajuru local council area of Kaduna State during three successive days, leaving 30 people dead.

In a press release on May 12, the Southern Kaduna People’s Union (SOKAPU) stated that a total of 17 people were killed in Gonan Rogo village, including an entire family of five. “The armed Fulani militia [struck] around 11:30 p.m. They broke into the home of Jonathan Yakubu, 40, and slaughtered him. They also killed his wife, Sheba Yakubu, 32, and hacked to death their only three children, Patience, 13, Revelation, 6, and Rejoice, 4, thus wiping out the entire Yakubu household.”

During a visit to Gonan Rogo village, leaders of SOKAPU saw “firsthand the horror inflicted on the poor Adara village, 64 km away from Kaduna metropolis on the Kaduna – Kachia road.” The 17 people killed in Gonan Rogo were either shot or hacked to death with machetes. A 25-year-old nursing mother, was found dead from a gunshot wound, cuddling her three-month-old baby who, miraculously, was still alive though partly hit by a bullet. Six other people were also injured in the attack. A mass burial was held yesterday at Gonan Rogo village for those killed.

While Gonan Rogo was grieving and mourning, on the evening of May 12, the Fulani militants attacked three other Adara Christian villages, Ungwan Mudi, Ungan Rana, and Idanu, and burned down several houses. Two people were killed. On the morning of May 13, the militants attacked yet another Adara Christian village, Makyali, firing sporadic gunshots and killing eleven. A local representative of the communities named Usman Stingo said, “Today, (May 14), we are at the grave site at Makyali, holding a mass burial for those killed yesterday. We are waiting for the body of one person being brought from the other village which was found in the bush.” All those killed and those who suffered injuries belong to various churches throughout the region.

In a press release from May 14, the Christian Association of Nigeria (CAN), Kaduna State Chapter, said the Kajuru attack is one too many. The CAN leadership expressed disappointment about the attitude of the government toward the attacks. “No responsible government anywhere will act as if nothing was happening when a section of her citizens are killed. The question is that is the federal government being told the truth about the happenings in Kajuru or that she has chosen to ignore the defenseless people of Kajuru to suffer alone?”

CAN is of the view that government authorities fall short of “the honesty and commitment towards seeking lasting solutions to wanton destructions of lives are lacking, resorting to the usual propaganda.” CAN further stated that rather than see these killings as a “war against her citizens,” the attitude seems to be a display of “preference to a section of its citizens.”

Those who suffered injuries, were taken to various hospitals. The CAN chairman added, “They will give me details of where the injured persons were taken to, and as soon as the COVID-19 lockdown is eased here, I will personally go to check on them.”

ICC’s Regional Manager for Africa, Nathan Johnson, stated,

“The continuation of these attacks has devastated an already suffering population. Christian farmers throughout Nigeria’s Middle Belt region have been killed and displaced for far too long. The Nigerian government must stop these large-scale attacks from happening, especially in areas where they happen numerous times. Without more clear effort, the Nigerian government cannot claim to have control over their country or care for their people.”

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President Buhari Blames Victims of Recent Attack in Kaduna 05/16/2020 Nigeria (International Christian Concern) – A recent statement made by the president of Nigeria and his press secretary has claimed that the attacks that took place this week in Kaduna State were revenge attacks. Though the president says that he condemns the attacks and that those who conducted them should not have, he also places the blame for the attacks on the victims by saying that they had attacked first. This is not true. There have been claims or reports of attacks coming from these communities against any Fulani groups. Without some sort of evidence, the president’s claims of reprisal are not only false and immoral, but also dangerous. Spreading rumors of continued and repeated attacks between communities will only inflame and strengthen tensions. It may even lead to actual reprisal attacks or further attacks by the perpetrators. So far no perpetrators of these attacks have been identified or captured. It is likely that no one will be caught or held accountable for the deaths of 30 people in the Kajuru area last week. With the president’s statement, people are going to be less likely to trust the government and that it is trying to protect them. These attacks have continued for far too long, and the Nigerian government has lied and distorted the narrative around them far too much. Please pray for the families of those who were killed and that they would remain safe.

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pyrocrowgirl · 5 years ago

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Hello everyone! I just finished Corvie’s full body sprite~!! I put together some information about her, is not much but I’ll be adding more about her in a future :”D

enjoy!!

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Name Meaning:

Corvina // Like a raven //

Adara // Fire //

Merlot // Blackbird //

Nicknames: Mainly goes for Corvie, prefers being called that way by everyone.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Birthday: April 25th Age: ???

Status: Alive

Dorm: Diasomnia.

Occupation: 2nd year High School Student

Love interest: Since she joined the Diasomnia dorm, she has a small crush on Silver, but never admits it cause she’s way too stubborn. She just wants to get noticed

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PHYSICAL INFORMATION

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Species: Human (design based on a crow)

Gender: Female♀

Height: 5’4” (1,62 cm)

Weight: 49kg (108Ib)

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APPEARANCE

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Eyes: Lime green with a strike of sky blue on the top of the iris.

Hair: Corvie has very long, wavy pink hair that ends in lighter/white tips.

Body shape: small, hourglass shape.

Bust size: B cup

Outfits:

♥ Her outfit consists of the default Diasomnia uniform. Her uniform is completely buttoned up with a ruffled white shirt inside. She wears a green hair pin along with crow feathers, Corvie also wears a pair of gray earrings and a green ring. As pants, she wears a pair of metallic black leggings along with metallic green heeled boots.

Corvie also wears a black special glove on her left hand to contain her dangerous magical forces.

Any scars, birthmarks, ect.: burn scars on her left hand

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CHARACTERISTICS

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Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Hand Orientation: left-handed Personality:

Corvina has a very charismatic and cheery personality. Most of the time she’s humorous and a notorious prankster. Towards people, Corvie is pretty much friendly and goes out of her way to make people feel comfortable around her, always starts the conversation, likes to joke and is very talkative even with people who are not. She likes to get to know all the people around her. With very distant people, she tries to not annoy them and keeps her chill to not make problems.

Corvina is also known for being extremely loyal towards Malleus and the Diasomnia dorm. In the presence of Malleus, she keeps her composure and is strongly respectful of his presence. With the other dorm members (Sebak, Lilia, Silver, etc..) she’s her usual jolly self.

When upset, Corvina shuts herself from any interaction, she hates when people see her in a different light. Unfortunately, for Corvie is pretty much impossible to forgive if someone really close to her betrays or disrespects her in some way. Aside from that, it is very hard to get Corvina mad because of her humorous personality. Another common flaw she has is her concentration, Corvie hardly focus on things and gets easily distracted, which leads to very poor memory.

Magic abilities:

Corvina possesses multiple magical abilities that are related to pyrokinesis. Although she’s able to use other parts of her body to use her powers (right hand, mind, eyes…) most of her powers are compressed into her left hand because of a curse placed by her mother as a child, causing her left hand to destroy everything she touches. Without Corvie’s special glove, she’s able to throw flames, expel extreme heat and other types of fire manipulation.

Since her arrival to the Diasomnia dorm, she has learned more types of magic spells and works very hard to learn how to properly manipulate her fire abilities.

Some of her powers are:

Pyrokinesis: ability to manipulate and control fire. fire throwing: ability to throw fire. She only uses this power through her left hand.

Deviation: the ability to return back attacks to where they came from.

Fireballs: Corvie produces small beams of energy that can grow and be thrown somewhere.

Floating: although is very hard for her to master this power for too long, Corvie likes to use it when she needs to walk long distances.

Hypnosis: ability to generate a trance. Almost never use this power, but would use it in an extreme occasion .

Light darts: minor ability to shoot small energy darts. Corvie likes to use this power a lot most likely to mess with other people.

Hobbies: Has a deep love for baking. Corvina likes to bake cookies and/or other sweets for tea parties and herself. Really enjoys sweets and the nice smell of fresh bakery.

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The Shield to your Sword

Masterlist ———- Chapter 2

Warnings: injury, blood, physical abuse, emotional abuse (please message me if more need to be added)

word count: 6544

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Summary: Chance meetings can be shocking but often play a big part. Patton makes a new friend that will change his life, while Virgil and Logan meet old friends that leave them thinking about the future.

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Chapter 3: A Deer Friend

- years prior - near a small farming village on the edge of the west forest -

Brown curls shifted in the gentle breeze as the boy, not long turned 12, stood poised with his arrow aimed at a target ahead of him. Glass framed by wood assisted trained eyes in watching leaves shift with the wind; waiting for them to still before releasing the arrow.

"Dead centre again. Do you ever miss, Pat?"

Patton lowered his bow and turned to his younger brother, Remy, who was marching up the track in his usual attire; grey shirt with a dark brown jacket pulled over the top. He craned his head to look behind his brother, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Where's our little Quiver?" It was odd to see him without their youngest brother clinging to his back.

"Just Bow and Arrow today-" he extended his arms and looked down with a half-smile - " Sorry I'm not enough. Quiver was still sleeping when I came back from my chores."

Remy accepted the bow that Patton held out for him, discarding his leather satchel on the ground and continuing forward to retrieve the arrow from its hold.

"You are more than enough, Arrow." Hands now free, Patton removed his glasses and pulled his blue shirt from his belt to clean the glass. "Unusual for him to sleep so late though."

"Yeah, well, Mother said he is a little feverish, but there isn't anything to worry about." The arrow required only a slight wiggle to remove from the target and Remy inspected the tip while he walked back to Patton.

"Maybe I should go back and check on him."

"No! Please," Remy begged; racing forward to grab his brothers arm and stop him from leaving. "We hardly ever get to train alone anymore."

Patton looked into his brother’s eyes; begging for their lost time alone. It dawned on him just how little time they had spent together lately as he selfishly allowed their youngest brother to participate in all their training sessions. With the farm requiring so much attention and Patton taking on extra work with a baker, moments for archery practice for the brothers were far and in-between. Sighing, Patton returned his glasses and neatened his shirt before nodding; Remy quickly setting himself up to take aim at the target. Though he still worried for his youngest brother, Patton had to trust Remy's word that nothing was wrong and give his sibling his full attention for at least a few hours.

Their final arrow sailed past the target again and Remy threw the bow down in frustration; fixing the untouched target with a death glare.

"COME ON! Can't I do one thing straight in my life!"

Ruffling his hair, Patton moved forward to search for the discarded arrows. "Don't despair little, Arrow. You'll get there eventually.

Grumbling, Remy followed, and they began sifting through the leaf litter to find arrows and fill Patton's signature quiver. Rustling caught their attention and Remy looked over his shoulder to see Patton standing before a magnificent, grey deer with blue patterning on its face. Their eyes seemed to be locked and neither flinched at Remy's approach; his own eyes wide in fear and awe.

"It's beautiful," Remy whispered; resting a hand on his brothers back and leaning in close.

"A creature of magic," his voice was calm and confident as Patton reached a tentative hand out, encouraging the deer to move closer.

The blue marks on the deer's face shimmered in the sunlight that escaped the forests canopy, confirming Patton's suspicion of magic. While all creatures had soul magic like humans, some were also blessed with natural magic and served as spirit guides or assisted the seasons in changing. Though neither boy could read runes, the deer's colouring was enough for them to assume its connection to winter.

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Stretching its neck forward, the deer closed its eyes and lent into Patton's hand; fingers shifting in soft fur to scratch the creatures head. Patton could feel the soul magic in his fingers connecting with that of the animal; an icy but reassuring sensation ran up his arm and he felt his body heat and cool simultaneously. Eyes opening, Patton saw a rune glowing blue in the deer's eyes and Remy gasped as Patton's suddenly did the same.

"You're a sorcerer."

Patton looked at his little brother; their words had come out as barely a whisper, choked by fear. Eye's returning to normal, Patton realised he had been holding his breath and gasped; hand still on the deer's cold fur. Fear flooded the young boy’s eyes before he wrapped his arms tightly around Patton’s middle, hands slipping securely beneath the leather quiver on his back. The action snapped Patton's mind out of a trance, and he could finally release the deer to stroke his now sobbing brothers head.

"It's okay, Remy. I'm ok."

"No-o." He kept his face pressed against the faded blue fabric of his brother’s shirt, "They'll get you. You'll be taken away or-or-"

Patton firmly grabbed Remy's shoulders and pushed him back, forcing them both into direct eye contact. His voice was firm but comforting all the same.

"Listen to me now, Remy. I am not going anywhere. Nothing is going to happen to me. I promise."

He waited until his brother nodded, before pulling him back into a hug; glancing to the side to watch the deer as it made its way back into the forest.

Patton had always felt he was different, but never acted on his magic abilities; preferring to remain with his family on the farm. It was safer to avoid magic work, than admit he was something more and risk imprisonment by the King. The confirmation of his gift wasn't going to change anything in Patton's mind. He would always put his family before anything else in the world. Though his heart was in the right place, Patton should never have made that promise to Remy. You can't make a promise about something you can't control, and unfortunately the fates did not work in his favour.

************Present Day************

When Virgil finally opened his eyes, he was both surprised and grateful to reach his right hand out to the sun rune clock and see the sun had been up for at least 5 hours. Adding to the fact that the next guard was on time for once, he had managed to get a full 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Carefully shifting into a sitting position, grunting as his body protested to the movement, Virgil looked around the room. The chambers were designed to house the staff of visitors to the castle; beds with a chest at the foot and lockable cupboards lined the walls. Only the corner where Virgil slept had the addition of a small desk, an open shelf and a larger cupboard for his clothes.

His eyes caught on a savoury muffin sitting on top of his side drawers; a smile pulling at his lips reading the note from Roman. Hope you got some beauty sleep. Father has requested my presence all morning, so can we meet at the spell crafters after noon? Enjoy the muffin curtesy of Val. - Roman

He made short work of his breakfast, before carefully making his way to the communal bathrooms. Stepping into a small cubicle, Virgil removed his clothes and the now useless bandages; runes gone now the magic had run its course. Despite the ache in his chest, it wasn’t surprising for Virgil to find his torso clear of bruising; it was the area he had focused majority of his soul magic throughout the evening and he was rewarded with his abuse hidden. The same could not be said for his arm as it throbbed when stray droplets of water ran down as he washed his hair; bruising ringed the stitched wound, a swirling mix of blue, purple and green. As much as he hated it, he knew he would have to see Haefen again for some ointment or potion to reduce his pain enough for him to train like normal.

Fully clothed, Virgil set off down the halls to reach the kitchens; stomach hardly satisfied with his meagre breakfast. As the kitchens neared, the halls were filled with the lingering scent of the mornings bread and fried meat. Pace quickening, Virgil gasped in shock and pain as he rounded the corner and bumped into what appeared to be a woman with greying hair and a simple purple gown.

“Oh dear, pardon me - Virgil?”

Pain faded to the back of his mind as Virgil realised who stood before him.

“Adara!” Instinctively, he pulled them into an embrace; half thankful that they appeared to sense his injury and favoured his right side. “It’s been nearly 4 years. I’ve missed you.”

Leaning back, Adara reached up to caress Virgil’s cheek. “My little boy has grown into a fine young man.” Their hand trailed down to rest on his chest, eyes saddening at Virgil’s instinctive reaction to flinch. “Is it fair to assume Rupert has not gotten kinder in my absence?”

“It’s fine, Adara." He grabbed their hand and gently lowered it, "You needn’t concern yourself over my wellbeing anymore.”

Despite Virgil’s words fire burned in their eyes. Adara had served in the nursery, assisting the Queen in caring for Roman, and then Virgil when the Queen took him in as well. They shared their chambers with the orphan boy and were just as much of a parental figure as the Queen. Though they were cast out of the castle after confronting the King about Virgil's harsh treatment; making their presence in the city bittersweet.

"I will never stop caring for my boys. Either of you."

"And it's almost cost you your life." Virgil held them out at arm’s length, concern thick in his voice. "How and why are you even here now? You were banished from the city."

"It's fine, sweetie." The anxious look in his eyes told them he was not convinced. "I snuck one of my young wards in for treatment with Haefen. We'll be out of the city in no time. Trust your old Bibi knows what they are doing."

"Last time I trusted you, I had to watch you leave."

Silence fell between them and eye contact was lost in favour of the stone floor. Adara knew they could not argue with the truth; they truly had failed Virgil that day and quite possibly made the boy’s situation worse. It was never her intention, but nothing could change it now. The damage had been done.

"I'm sorry; you are right. I should have been more cautious with my words and actions." Looking up, Adara tried to find Virgil's eyes again; easy thanks to his new height. "I swear I will be careful not to make my presence known to the wrong parties. Okay?”

Nodding, Virgil pulled them close for a final hug. “Stay safe.”

“Same goes for you,” A single tear trailed down their cheek, “take care of yourself.”

“I do my best, but you should go.” Stepping back, they each swiped the tears from their faces. “Your window for leaving undetected will be small.”

“Seek me out one day, won’t you? I would love to see both my boys again.”

“Roman should be granted more freedom outside of the city soon. I’m sure we could make a detoured journey one day.”

“I look forward to it. Until then,” Virgil stepped around them, feeling his legs begin to shake from exhaustion and needing to encourage Adara to leave. “I love you, young one.”

“I love you too, Adara.” Thankful he had managed to have his back to his parental figure, Virgil hurried along to reach the kitchens and find food to stop his body from trembling.

It tore at their heart to head in the opposite direction of Virgil, but Adara knew they had no choice. They had hoped to avoid running into either of their old wards, but the fates had never been kind. Haefen had already warned that King Rupert wasn’t growing kinder with time, but that still hadn’t prepared them. The pain in his eyes. The way his body instinctively tensed before softening. Years of working to gain the boys trust, only to lose him to the abusive King; the equivalent of training a timid rabbit to be brave and then leaving it with a pack of wolves. There was much that Adara regretted in their life but going to the King instead of the Queen was one of their greatest regrets. Things may have been different if that path had been followed.

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Logan packed away their medical equipment after ensuring it was completely sanitised. The infirmary was much quieter now the knights had left; their laughing and ridiculous jokes about maiming each other made the young physicians blood boil. Working in the infirmary was the worst part of their day and they much preferred to work with their father. Nothing against the other physicians, they were just as skilled as Haefen, but the space didn’t have the same feel as their home. The general infirmary was an open space with rows of beds and trolleys loaded with rune bandages and pre-prepared potions; while their home was compact and allowed them access to personalised runes and supplies for mixing their own potions. It felt better to work in their own environment, but to be considered more than an apprentice they needed to be observed by people other than their mother and father.

“Skilful work this morning, Logan.” A tall woman with cropped blond hair walked over; placing their own equipment into the nearby sink to begin rinsing them off. “Your stitching is immaculate, and I honestly have nothing to fault you on today.”

“Thank you, Tate. It was a rather average morning; hardly an opportunity to develop my skills further.” Packing their satchel, Logan was surprised to find Tate frowning at them.

“Until you have experienced the harshness of the field, do not complain about the mundanity of my infirmary. Do we have an understanding?”

Logan was tempted to comment on the number of broken people they had seen in their home, but they knew it wouldn’t compare to the true nature of field work. Only Haefen’s stories gave them a glimpse into the intensities of working from limited supplies in an unsanitary area.

“My apologies. I didn’t intend for my comments to cause offence.”

“You are still young, Logan-“

“I’m twenty-one.”

“That is young. You are but a toddler in the area of medicine; regardless of how much your parents have taught you. Be thankful for what the fates have given you; for they could take it all away without a moment’s notice. Peace is not to be taken for granted.”

They stifled the urge to roll their eyes, nodding and ducking their head instead. “I understand and I shall be more considerate when I return tomorrow. May I be excused for the day?”

“You may. See you tomorrow, Logan.”

Leaving the infirmary, Logan sighed and hoped that this wasn’t as peaceful as the city would be. If peace meant people could be beaten without consequence, then they didn’t want it. Stepping outside, the sunlight warmed their face as they headed around the castle to reach their house. Taking the outside route was much more pleasant than using the castles inner halls. The linking inner halls were wonderful during harsh winters but came across as suffocating during the seasons that offered clearer skies. A smile easily spread across their face as they spotted Virgil exiting the castle from the opposite side of the courtyard. They eagerly quickened their pace to intercept him, curious to find out how they had responded to yesterday’s treatments.

“Good day to you, Virgil.”

Tired eyes looked up at the sound of their voice. “I appreciate your optimism, Logan. You here to cash in your truth?”

“What? No.” They tried to hide the hurt in their voice at Virgil’s accusation. “I just finished work in the infirmary and saw you. I wasn’t seeking you out or anything.”

Sensing their hurt, Virgil felt guilty for making such a judgement against the man who had freely healed him on multiple occasions. “Sorry, Lo. I’m just tired. I didn’t mean to-“

“How much sleep did you have?”

“What? Um, 8 hours, I guess. Look, I -“ Logan stood in front of Virgil and took hold of his wrist to feel his pulse; staring at his pupils’ reactions. “What are you doing?”

“Have you eaten?”

“Obviously. I’m not a-“

“Have you taken any relievers this morning?”

“Not yet, but it’s fine I-“

“Nope. Let’s go.”

Logan wasn’t having any of Virgil’s stubbornness that morning; practically dragging him around to the back of their chambers. It was jarring for Virgil; he had never seen Logan acting so forcefully; but he guessed it had something to do with the fact that his injuries were more serious than a bruised face or fractured wrist.

Haefen hardly appeared surprised when Logan entered with Virgil in tow.

“Considering the significant lack of blood, am I safe in assuming this is a potion visit?”

“Hey, Haefen.” Virgil took a seat diligently, while Logan started grabbing various jars and vials from the shelf and setting water to boil. “I would answer your question, but I just came along for the ride.”

“Father, can you inspect Virgil's injuries while I craft a reliever for him? I believe he used more magic than we initially predicted.”

Virgil shook his head and rolled his eyes as Haefen grabbed his wrist and stared at him just as Logan had earlier. “I think you are overreacting. I’m just tired and sore. Nothing exactly ground-breaking going on-what is that for?”

The large needle in Logan’s hand had Virgil’s eyes widening, causing Haefen’s face to contort in concern.

“Logan’s correct. Shirt off now, I need to assess some things.”

“You still haven’t explained the needle,” he grumbled; carefully removing his vest and shirt.

“It was to prove a point,” Haefen assured; hardly shocked to see his chest clear and moving to help unwrap his arm. “Though you showed a concerned reaction to the needle, your heart rate remained unnervingly low.”

In the few hours since he had woken, the gash on Virgil’s arm had healed further. The sutures were beginning to breakdown as his body used the natural magic held within them and they were no longer necessary to secure the wound shut. It still astounded both physicians, regardless of how many times they had witnessed his healing ability.

Logan held a mug out to Virgil, “Drink. The temperature should be balanced enough that it won’t burn you.”

Accepting the mug, Virgil did his best to ignore the discomfort of having Haefen’s hand resting on his chest; soul magic searching for injuries and making his chest tingle and burn. Raising the mug to his lips, he was expecting the warm concoction to be bitter and earthy like everything else Logan had mixed before; instead his tastebuds were overwhelmed with a confusing mix of spice and sweetness that had his chest convulsing in coughs.

“Woah,” Haefen took the mug from Virgil’s hand before any of the liquid could spill. “Take it easy.”

Logan sniggered before quickly jabbing Virgil’s arm with a small needle.

“Wha-da-f-k?” He finally managed to gasp out, frustrated by the grins that were now on both physicians faces.

“I know you don’t like needles, so I thought a distraction was necessary. Was it effective?”

“No!” Leaning back heavily against the chair, Virgil felt like his chest had been pierced by one of his flaming arrows. “I feel worse now than before you dragged me here.”

Haefen pulled out a familiar vial of blue, which Virgil accepted gratefully. “I am satisfied this process will restore your natural heart rhythm. Though I would advise you against any crafting or magic practice today. Logan’s assessment was correct, your soul magic is what caused your unusual rhythm. To be frank, most people I have come across with that little magic are unconscious.”

“Shall we add that to the list of reasons why I’m not normal?” Virgil was glad to feel the burning subside as the normal potion seemed to work its way through his system. “By the way, was there any benefit to that first potion or were you just messing with me?”

Logan’s face was serious as they wrapped a fresh bandage around his arm.

“Everything I do has a benefit, Virgil. Not only did that brew act as a distraction, it also encouraged the production of soul magic and included a herb combination that will either improve your energy levels or…” Both Virgil and Haefen raised their eyebrows expectantly as Logan secured the bandage in place and stood to wash their hands. “You could…potentially… respond to it like a mild sedative.”

“What do you mean potentially?” Virgil stood and followed Logan to the sink, ignoring the way his body swayed slightly as he stood beside them. “How can herbs have two vastly different effects?”

“The body is a very complex system and we have already established that you don’t respond to situations as we would expect.”

“I can’t be sedated. I’m meeting Roman at-t noo-“

All sense of space left Virgil as his mouth failed to cooperate and his eye lids grew heavy; swaying dangerously as his body numbed. Sighing, Logan pulled his arm over their shoulder and led him to a bed; carefully guiding him to lay down.

“I shall make a note that Virgil is among the 3% who react to the Dye-Smith combination negatively.” Logan turned to look at their father, a hint of fear in their eyes. “How angry do you think he will be when he wakes up?”

A comforting hand rested on their shoulder. “I would suggest you go out collecting after completing your chores.”

“I concur.”

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Roman was glad to finally be pardoned from the meeting room as the sun reached its midpoint; mind already forgetting half of what had just been discussed about relations with Pixma and Xican. The only thing he took away from the morning was that he was finally granted permission outside the city unaccompanied; meaning he and Virgil could ride without having a group of knights trailing behind them. Others took note of the obvious spring in the Prince’s step as he headed towards the spell crafting area; quickly moving out of his path and smiling supportively.

The crafting area was a visual wonder, a stone wall built around a large tree with a low, umbrella canopy forming a roof. Crafting runes required natural magic, pulled from the earth and fused with materials using soul magic. While natural magic was present in all places, it was easier to access at a focused location known as a source point; the crafting tree being one such point in the city.

Roman barely acknowledged the waiting patrons as he strolled passed, only registering that none of them were Virgil before continuing to head straight into the space. Faces dropped after Roman passed them, knowing they would have to wait even longer for their needs to be met with the Prince’s presence.

Squeezing his eyes shut as he was allowed through the main door, Roman blindly stepped through a black curtain before slowly reopening his eyes and allowing them to adjust to the new light. The crafting area of the inner wall was the largest source point in the area, with plentiful space for multiple crafters to be set up with their individual crafting crystals around the tree and small pond. Bioluminescent fungus and moss filled the area with a soft rainbow hue, while fireflies and glowing moths danced through the air and distracted his sight as he searched for Virgil.

A short, old man carefully stepped past the Prince as he finished with one of the furthest crafters; a round faced woman with wavy, brown hair that rested on the ground where she sat. Heart sinking slightly as he realised Virgil wasn’t there, Roman advanced to sit in the newly vacant position.

“Pleasure to see you, Vivian.” He beamed, trying to hide his true sadness.

“Honour to be of service, my Prince.” Vivian lowered a reed pen into the water; tiny glowing fish swarmed the pen to clean it of ink and magic. “I’m assuming we are touching up your current runes?”

Though he nodded, in truth, Roman had hoped to craft teleportation runes in anticipation for his first unsupervised missions. Unfortunately, he relied heavily on Virgil’s assistance when it came to runes and without him, he couldn’t possibly visualise the rune he needed; and he wasn’t about to admit his inabilities to Vivian. Thankfully, repowering current runes meant he had the rune already available and visualisation was simple.

Retrieving his belt, sash and wrist guards from his satchel, Vivian dried her hands and pen before dusting off the crystal slab and inspecting the runes they would be making.

“Seems you have gotten good ware from these runes, your highness. It shows exceptional control on your behalf.”

“Thank you, Vivian.” Roman glanced around the space again, the beauty having no calming effect as he wondered where Virgil was.

“Is there a problem, Prince Roman?” Worry caused Vivian’s brow to crease as one of the guards eyed their area at the sight of the Prince’s discomfort.

“My apologies, I was expecting to meet Virgil and I guess I’m a little distracted by his absence.”

“Oh,” relief filled Vivian’s chest as she realised Roman’s issue had nothing to do with her. “I’m sure he isn’t too far away. These runes should take no time at all to strengthen and you can be on your way. Let’s start with the collection on your belt.”

Trusting their word, Roman adjusted his sitting position and placed one hand on the crystal while the other hovered above the reed pen in Vivian’s hand. The crystal began to glow a soft green as Vivian pulled natural magic up from the earth; eyes closed, and mind focused on the purpose of the runes she had to write. Simultaneously, Roman pushed his soul magic forward, warming his hand as he channelled it into the reed pen in a soft yellow stream. Moving his magic was easy but focusing on the rune shapes was a challenge for the Prince; the pen in Vivian’s hand moving slowly as their magic and visions combined to form each rune. After the golden letters were formed, Vivian placed the belt on the crystal and the golden runes shifted, slotting into place on the belt with a flash before dulling to black.

Roman let out a quiet sigh, glad to see that the runes matched perfectly and hadn’t failed.

“Shall we move onto your sash?” Vivian questioned, noticing the slight shift in the prince’s demeanour.

Nodding, Roman prepared for the next set of runes; hoping Virgil would arrive before the session was over.

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Screams filled the darkness and Virgil felt nothing but fear. He had no idea who the screams belonged to, where they were coming from or why they made him feel so sad and alone. No matter how many times he dreamt about them, he couldn't remember anything about them. The darkness shifted and a knew memory filled his mind.

Useless outsider!

Strong hands pushed the teenage Virgil to the ground.

Don’t you dare cry in my presence!

A callused hand scraped across a slightly older face with such force that his body crumbled to the ground.

Remember your place!

Staring in a mirror with blood running from his nose, Virgil squeezed his watering eyes shut to escape the image only to open them and see King Rupert’s boots in front of his kneeling form.

If you can’t do your job properly…

A leather boot met his face and his body was instantly knocked backwards. When his eyes opened a stone weight was held over his chest.

… don’t bother living.

Reliving the pain of having the weight dropped on his chest was unbearable and Virgil found himself crying out as he jolted back into consciousness. Heart pounding in his ears and whole-body trembling, it took him a moment to realise the pain was only a phantom memory and the discomfort in his chest was from his rapid breathing.

“Are you okay, kiddo?”

Haefen was quite shaken from his patient’s sudden outburst, but the only answer he received was a mumbled “Roman” as Virgil was on his feet and heading out the door. By the time he poked his own head out the back door, the young man was already running towards the crafting area.

Nightmarish memories were nothing new for Virgil; the main reason he worked himself into exhaustion was to avoid having them at all.

The only reason I haven't locked you up is because you serve a purpose to my son. If you can’t do your job, don’t bother living.

King Rupert’s words seemed to reverberate in his mind, only quieting as the crafting area came into view. The guards at the door caught sight of Virgil's rapidly approaching form and shared a knowing grin; preparing themselves for him to ask permission to enter and they could have some fun tormenting him. Their games didn't come to fruition as they were left stunned when he didn't even acknowledge their presence; pushing straight past them to enter the crafting area. A few waiting patrons turned away to hide their grins as the guards looked behind them as the doors swung closed; questioning each other on whether they should actually follow him or not.

Roman sighed in relief when he saw Virgil approaching just as Vivian finished packing up his satchel. Concern quickly took its place as he registered the vacant look in his friends tear rimmed eyes; breathing more laboured than it should have been, even if he had just run from his chambers.

"Virgil? What's wrong?" Roman was on his feet; ignoring the stares around him as he grabbed onto Virgil's shoulders to try and steady him.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Virgil shook his head and tried to compose himself as he suddenly became aware of the watching eyes. "no-nothing...jus-. Late...sorry."

He tried to continue forward towards Vivian, but Roman's grip didn't loosen and even without eye contact, Virgil knew the Prince's eyes were assessing him with concern.

"We're leaving."

"Wha- no."

Tears threatened to spill from Virgil's tired eyes as Roman let go to grab his satchel from Vivian's outstretched hand; his skin felt ice cold without the touch and his hands started to shake. Fists clenching in frustration, Virgil was about to argue when Roman grabbed hold of his right hand and started to pull him out of the crafting area.

When the Prince gives you an instruction, you follow it! Do I make myself perfectly clear?

Virgil hated the fact that Rupert's voice entered his mind again in that moment. He was torn between allowing Roman to lead him away or forcing him to stay and continue crafting. Logically they should have stayed and crafted, but his heart screamed for solitude with Roman. Technically it was Roman's wish to leave; he only hoped all onlookers would see it that way as well, and not that Virgil had distracted the Prince from his duties. Feet moving diligently, the pair were soon moving quickly through the inner city and towards the Queen's gardens.

Filthy outsider. You are nothing but a useless farm boy the Queen took pity on. Nothing more.

Roman may have been ignorant of many things, but he had seen that vacant look in Virgil's eyes too many times to ignore it. As they reached the back of his mother’s garden that disguised the inner wall, Roman carefully parted a manicured bush and encouraged Virgil to continue past him to the secluded hideaway they had made as children. The bushes came back together seamlessly and Roman had hold of his friends trembling hand again as they walked around the back of a massive old oak stump; hollowed and coated in moss and vines.

Safe from prying eyes, Virgil allowed himself to relax; body shaking with sobs as he finally allowed his held tears to fall and Roman pulled him close. Fists pushed briefly at Roman’s chest, before Virgil accepted the hold; head resting on his shoulder as he let his hidden emotions rise back to the surface.

"I've got you, Virge," Roman whispered, slowly guiding them down to sit on his lap in the hollowed oak. "You're safe with me."

Virgil knew Roman believed his words. He truly thought that he was safe with him. In the past, those words were a form of comfort from Adara, Queen Alexandra and Roman. Back then, his nightmares were only from the lost memories of his past and the battle he had been saved from. It had become almost routine for Roman to sneak into Virgil's bed to comfort him when he woke gasping and sobbing uncontrollably when their carers weren't nearby. Even after he left the nursery to live with Adara and then on his own, Virgil never spent long alone following a nightmare. Roman almost had a sixth sense for when his friend needed him, and many evenings he would wake to find the Prince appearing in the doorway and ready to comfort him. Virgil craved that comfort and feeling of safety when his lost memories hit; but when King Rupert was involved, he only felt more guilty sitting in Roman's arms. Lying to his friend was harder in these moments of weakness. He wanted to be honest with him but the light in Roman was too precious to lose, so he remained clinging to the white fabric of his friend’s clothes; mind in a state of emotional turmoil.

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The forest outside of the city was bursting with colour and a sense of life as Logan left the common trails in search of herbs. Their usual slim glasses replaced with large squares of glass with wooden frames; black cloak shielding them from the light shower that had blessed the area with a fresh earthy scent. Eyes scanned the ground and tree trunks for any signs of useful plants or blooms that could be collected and tested.

Screwing the lid on a sample jar, Logan inspected the cuttings they had placed inside; curious about the blue colouring that had appeared on a normally white flower. The shifting of undergrowth caught their attention and they turned to spot a grey deer with blue runes marking its face.

"Hello, Spirit, my old friend," Logan smiled; slipping the jar into the satchel and calmly approaching the deer.

The creature showed no fear as they approach, stepping closer to meet the human halfway; lowering its head to allow Logan to begin scratching behind its ears the moment they were close enough.

"I feared your safety after such a long absence," blue animal eyes blinked at Logan; head tilting slightly in apology. "I am glad to see you appear safe. May I inspect your health?"

Bowing its head in agreeance, Spirit allowed them to walk around and inspect their body; pausing at a small cut on their hind leg.

"It appears you have been in a bit of a scrape." They wasted no time in retrieving a premade ointment and rune cloth from their satchel. "Won't be a moment."

Healing animals wasn't a conventional use of healing magic, but Logan enjoyed working with the deer. They had met Spirit years prior when they found them with an arrow stuck in their shoulder; spending hours with them before finally being able to heal the wound. Ever since, Logan had come across the animal regularly when they were out collecting for their father. The runes on Spirit's face a clear sign of their status as a spirit animal and translated to ice or snow. Logan was fascinated and excited by the relationship they had formed over the years; they couldn't understand why such an honourable creature would be interested in them, but savoured it nonetheless.

"There you go, Spirit," Logan stood and admired the healed leg, "Not even a mark." Spirit turned and nuzzled Logan's chest, almost knocking them over with the force of their affection.

"Take it easy," a laugh effortlessly escaped them as they wrapped their arms around the creature’s neck and snuggled the soft fur with their cheek. "It is my pleasure to serve you."

Stepping away, Spirit looked around before bounding over to a patch of green ground cover; eyes glowing with blue, natural runes as they bowed their head to touch the patch with the tip of their nose. A grin spread across Logan's face as they watched frost coat the plant and golden buds grew and bloomed before their eyes.

"Frost lilies!"

As Spirit stepped back, Logan knelt and quickly collected the flowers in a sample jar. After the jar lid was secured, Spirit lent forward again and froze the jar with a tap of their nose.

"These will be most valuable for my father and I," Logan scratched the deer behind its ear as they stood. "Thank you very much for this gift. These will be invaluable in crafting my new treatment for internal injuries and muscular bruising."

They had been working on new remedies for a while, and with King Rupert's increased aggression they feared they would be testing it sooner rather than later.

Logan looked sadly at the deer as they spoke, "Virgil may be in need of more support than magic alone. I worry about him, Spirit." The deer moved closer; eyes just as sad as Logan's. "I fear I may not find him in time one day."

Wind rushed through the area and Logan shielded their eyes as leaves and dust blew past their face. When their eyes opened, they were shocked to see tears slip from the deer's eyes; slightly frosted and shimmering like small jewels.

"Spirit?" Logan gently swiped the tears from the creature’s eyes; heart aching at the pure sadness they saw within them. "Your empathy will never cease to amaze me, my friend. You do not know Virgil and yet you cry for him. Perhaps you could meet him one day. I'm sure Virgil would appreciate you as much as I do."

Another tear slipped from the deer's eye and Logan quickly brushed it away before Spirit started backing away from their touch.

"I assume it is time for you to be on your way. I hope to see you with happier news soon."

Spirit bowed their head once more before sprinting back into the depths of the forest, leaving Logan alone once more. The satchel was cold against their leg as the frozen sample jar chilled the leather, making them aware of the passing of time as they continued to watch the horizon where Spirit had vanished. They always felt lost after the spirit animal left; like a piece of them was taken by the creature every time. It wasn't until the howl of wolves echoed through the trees that they found their feet again and started to make their way back towards the main track for the city.

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Next Chapter

End Note

Also, I really hope you liked the art and please don’t forget to check out @fanartfunart and give them some love for the lovely art of Patton and Remy. They do amazing artwork and stories of their own. Well worth taking a scroll down through their Tumblr page 😊

I really can’t give a timeline on when the next chapter will be done. I need to get some less angsty ideas to fill in a bit of a gap I have in the story and I don’t really have anyone to bounce ideas off sooooo gotta wait for inspiration to hit me in the face.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you have a lovely time zone 💜🐌

New characters appeared!

Patton ‘Bow’ Finn: he|him pronouns; eldest son of Mia and Larsen Finn; father disappeared after youngest brother was born; took on the father figure role for his brothers; works on the family farm and helps a local baker for extra gold; skilled archer and basic healer (using only herbs and not magic); always carries his archery gear around ‘just in case’; decorated his quiver with a crest to represent his brothers.

Remy ‘Arrow’ Finn: he|him pronouns; middle child (three year gap between both his siblings); is short for his age; makes braided bracelets and sells them at the market; helps Patton as much as he is able; hasn’t been able to master archery at all; keeps a length of fabric tied around his middle and uses it to cover his eyes for ideal daytime napping in the forest; is jealous of how much attention Patton gives Quiver now he is older.

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What else has Snail done?

The Perfect Ring (oneshot -analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death)

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

Libraries are for Meetings (ongoing WIP - Human/University au with Royality and developing Analogical. Slow burn and heavily focused on a grieving group of friends that Virgil slowly becomes a part of to better himself.)

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles . Always happy to interact and chat on that blog too 💜🐌

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Skyrim

The rest of the Skyrim kiddos! Figured it’s about time to introduce them. Small blurbs under the cut, hope you enjoy and thank you in advance for reading! :D

So, uh, first things first, this is... kinda long. There’s a lot (a Lot!) of characters because I don’t know what self-restraint is apparently. They all have varying degrees of importance in the overall canon. Thank you again for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Lyra Darrell - Breton. Dragonborn/Companion. Sword/shield/fire magic. Bit of a blood knight who really enjoys fighting. Honorable. Hates the Thalmor with a burning passion. Helps people when she can.

Damiana - Imperial. Assassin. Listener. Enjoys murder a little bit too much, even for Brotherhood standards. Enjoys making people uncomfortable.

Mizuki - Wood Elf. Thief. Nightingale. Shy, quiet, nervous. Has a massive unrequited crush on Brynjolf. Eventually murdered as part of a Brotherhood contract.

Hikari Earth-Mender - Nord. Stormcloak. Large sword. Joins after her father is killed by the Thalmor for Talos worship. Impulsive and needs looking after.

Aspen - Nord. Stormcloak. Tries to keep Hikari from killing herself accidentally. This is easier said than done. Calm and friendly.

Alvena - Altmer. Mage. College. Quiet and serious with a Dark and Mysterious PastTM. (Jk it isn’t that mysterious but it is pretty dark.) Has injuries that sometimes interfere with casting spells.

Eledor - Altmer. Mage. Thalmor. The missing piece of Alvena’s past. Trying to earn forgiveness he’s never going to get. A mess.

Kallista Morvayne - Dunmer. Dual wield. Intrepid adventurer and occasional apprentice to wizards of varying repute. Friendly and very cheerful. A bit klutzy.

Axelle Telvanni - Dunmer. Wizard. Stays cooped up in a giant mushroom tower and causes problems for the other wizard who lives there. Haughty but overall an okay person.

Hay-Lee - Argonian. Mage. College. Doesn’t really know what she’s doing but likes magic and likes learning. Trying her best. Too pure for this world.

Raelyn - Redguard. Vampire. Volkihar. Corruption is the name of the game. Pretty neutral overall. Takes care of herself, not really into the whole “vampire supremacy” thing nor does she feel any obligation to other vamps.

Astraia - Nord. Dawnguard. Big hammer. Interested in protecting the innocent and helping people. Sweet and quiet.

Altaire - Imperial. Blind. Thieves Guild, vaguely. Helps out around the Ragged Flagon. Bawdy and flirtatious. Will take advantage of your assumptions.

Zanthe - Dunmer. Thief. Merchant friend of the guild. Friendly and has a lot of stories. A former Grey Fox.

Aralyn - Altmer. Assassin. Quiet and reserved. Stays away from most of the Brotherhood members. A former Listener.

Adara-la - Khajiit. Thief. Can and will bite you. Probably doesn’t mean it meanly. Has occasionally tried to eat Bosmer.

Atan - Orc. Imperial soldier. Staunch Empire supporter. Despises the Thalmor, but thinks the Empire is the best bet. Calm and diligent soldier. Extremely professional.

Oh my god this cast of characters is massive. (When did it get this big wtf.) Feel free to ask about any/all(!) of them! I am as always happy to talk about them. (I don’t know how I got so out of control I swear.) Hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!

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Au Yeah August, #WTF Wedding

Love Live, NicoMaki, 2K

Summary: Nico Ni has a late flight, a concert to make, and Nishikino Maki TWIG stalking her. How's your day?

#WTF Wedding

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:54 p.m. Flight landed. SO LATE. Will be so glad to not be on a plane with #NicoNi #whatanass

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:55 p.m. #Whatanass #Thatswhatshesaid #Imeanmesaid #lastFriday @NicoNi

The NicoNi @NicoNi 3:55 p.m. @THeNishikino @franklythebeast No

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:56 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast That’s not what she said ; )

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 3:57 p.m. @TheNishikino @franklythebeast Think of the children

Nishikino Maki @THeNishikino 3:58 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast I am ; )

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:57 p.m. @NicoNi @TheNishikino UNTAG ME

The Nico Ni @NIcoNi 3:58 p.m. @TheNishikino @franklythebeast I can’t believe I agreed to this

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:58 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast It’ll never be the same after today

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:58 p.m. #NicoNi and #MakiNishikino are breaking up in my mentions and I CAN’T GET THEM TO UNTAG ME. Is this hell? Did my plane actually break apart over the Pacific.

DM @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 3:59 p.m. You are LITERALLY a TERRIBLE PERSON.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:00 p.m. I am LITERALLY a TALL person. Anecdotally, I’m terrible. According to toi ; P

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 4:03 p.m. (▼-▼*)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:05 p.m. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:08 p.m. I can’t wait to see you. Glad your flight finally landed (๛ ˘ ³˘)۶

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 4:09 p.m. Nico is glad too. Stay out of trouble ‘til I get there (◦˘ З(◦’ںˉ◦)♡

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:10 p.m. No promises; better hurry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sonia Alvez @senoritaseeker 4:20 p.m. #MakiNishikino is here at #OharaOceanView and boi, she is H O T A S F U C K #thatdress #fire

Adara @darkandfullofwonder 4:22 p.m. I no longer identify as a bisexual I AM A NISHIKINOSEXUAL #thatdress #MakiNishikino #waitaretheybreakingup @franklythebeast do you know?

@franklythebeast has blocked @NicoNi @TheNishikino @darkandfullofwonder 4:23 p.m.

Adara @darkandfullofwonder 4:24 p.m. Wait, that’s a NishikinoYESsexual #MakiNishikino #thatdress

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:25 p.m. Me too. Nico commends your taste. @ me a snap, please and thank you.

Mr. Buchanon @buckleupbilly69 4:27 p.m. #NicoNi just kicked the side of a plane. WHO DOES THAT?

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi @NozyItAll 4:29 p.m. We’re waiting.

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan @NozyItAll 4:30 p.m. Nico LITERALLY just got off the plane. ANd change your fukkin @, Eli, you’re not in high school anymore. #ridiculous

DM: @NozyItAll to @ayasesan @NicoNi @TheNishikino 4:32 p.m. How about gay-ASS-esan? #whatanass

DM: @TheNishikino to @NozyItAll @NicoNi @ayasesan 4:33 pm. That’s Nico’s #hashtag; back off (ง •̀_•́)ง

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi @TheNishikino @NozyItAll 4:34 p.m. MAYBE IF YOU PUT YOUR PHONES DOWN, NICO COULD GET HERE FASTER.

MickE Mights @Beoruff 4:35 p.m. #NicoNi just flipped off her phone. #theNishikino is #single #CONFIRMED

Sari Dbuto @drsari 4:36 p.m. Tiny person in front of me in the baggage claim area muttering. Turns out it’s #NicoNi. Something must be up.

Kary @killingitwithcutenezz 4:38 p.m. #MAKINISHIKINO JUST GOT SWARMED BY EVERY GIRL IN THE #OHARAOCEAN LOBBY #somuchscreaming #thatdress

Kenneth Clark Kent @supershirtswami 4:42 p.m. #NicoNi just zoomed out of the Admirals Club; her hat belongs on a Bond villain. Also #sotiny #somanyruffles #sopink

Serena Swift @popmuze201 4:44 p.m. #NicoNi dressed like she’s storming the Alamo or about to wield a light saber in a mariachi band. #somuchpink #wtfruffles

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 4:45 pm. @popmuze201 Pics, please.

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:46 p.m. @popmuze201 @TheNishikino NO SPOILERS ( ˘ ³˘)❤

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 4:47 p.m.

@niconi @Popmuze201 ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ _ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )

Serena Swift @popmuze201 4:48 p.m. @NicoNi @TheNishikino (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:50 P.M. Hey frens and fans, it’s a big day for Nico but no pics ‘til later, please. #Itsasurprise #THANKS See you at the concert! #NicoinLALALand

Ty @haircutTRONy 4:52 p.m. Look, internet, here’s a pic of a sampler of the new #neondragonfruit drink. Guess what? Same tiny size, same #WTFPINK as actual #NicoNi

Nishikino Maki @THeNishikino 4:53 p.m. @NicoNi @haircutTRONy #THIRSTY

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:54 p.m. @TheNishikino ha! also, YOU’RE KILLING ME.

DM: @ayasesan to @niconi @TheNishikino @NozyItAll 4:58 p.m. Just lost Nozomi to a stranger

DM: @niconi to @ayasesan 4:59 p.m. ?????????

DM: @ayasesan to @niconi 5:01 p.m. Tarot reading; just hurry up.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:05 p.m. Your ^ↀᴥↀ^ friend is weird.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:05 p.m. But nice. Like SUPER nice.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:06 p.m. And cute : D

Ayase Eli @ayasesan 5:08 p.m. Found @NozyItAll; she’s now fascinated by @nyataproblem #HURRYUP #NICONI

Toru Melo @velvetfoghornbooms 5:12 p.m. How can @NicoNi run in pants that tight? @TheNishikino’s not wrong though #WHATANASS

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 5:14 p.m. Still #THIRSTY @NicoNi @velvetfoghornbooms

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:18 p.m. I’m trying ｡｡゛(ﾉ><)ﾉ DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:19 p.m. I know; I miss you

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:19 p.m. Nico’s all yours after the concert...for weeks Σ(T□T)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:20 p.m. And the other thing

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:21 p.m. That too (｡♥‿♥｡)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:22 p.m. So what are you wearing? Exactly what shade is #WTFPInk?

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:22 p.m. Selfie?

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:23 p.m. You’ll have to wait. It’s a surprise.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:24 p.m. You have self control?

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:25 p.m. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:26 p.m. You won’t after you see this dress (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Jane Jones @barkleynightingale 5:28 p.m. Who wears a #trenchcoat on a bright sunny afternoon? #NicoNi that’s who. And why is it pink? #wtfpink

Dimitra Zar @69MetsNotasexthing 5:30 p.m. #NicoNi is Midas for PINK @barkleynightingale

Jane Jones @barkleynightingale 5:31 p.m @69MetsNOTAsexthing #TRUTH

MJ Parker @noswingingnyc 5:32 p.m. Just clocked #NicoNi zooming through #LAX at #THIRSTY mph. Is #TheNishikino still single?

Lenore C @noravensallowed 5:33 p.m. Just spotted @TheNishikino giggling at her phone in a bar. IS THAT DRESS SEE THROUGH (⋆⁰ ̥̮⁽⁰)(⁰⁾ ̥̮⁰⋆)

Lenore C @noravensallowed 5:35 p.m Her friend is cute. Wonder if I can get her number?

Koizumi Hanayo @DreamsOfRice 5:36 p.m. @noravensallowed No

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan 5:37 p.m. Is Nozomi all right? She hasn’t harassed me on TWIG since I landed.

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:38 p.m. I took her phone

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:38 p.m. You have enough distractions

DM: @NIcoNi to @ayasesan 5:39 p.m. Truth DM me a dress snap

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:40 p.m. NO

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan 5:46 p.m. Little detour, finding the limo now.

Charlie Chihua @l00bn00b 5:47 p.m. DAYUM!!!! If I were #NicoNi and my girl was in THAT dress in any bar, I’d be going so K K K K K K K KRAZY I couldn’t see straight….oh wait, #NicoNi’s never seen straight (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ω˂̣̣̥)੭ु⁾⁾

Carly Roy @songburger78 5:47 p.m #NICONI SAID FUCK LIKE 8000 TIMES AND IT'S MY NEW RINGTONE

Akpobome Wilsom @69387x 5:47 p.m. Wait, #Latetotheparty but if #TheNishikino is single that means #NicoNi is too @homeyholmes

Irini X @homeyholmes 5:48 p.m #NICONI IS SINGLE? WHERE? @69387x

Doriya @givemeaspear20xx 5:49 p.m. #NicoNi is a goddess. Her driver just helped me with my luggage and she’s dropping me off at my mom’s.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NIcoNi 5:50 p.m. : /

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:51 p.m. Driver’s dropping Nico off first

LouLou @creolechassis 5:55 p.m. Just saw #MakiNishikino on the beach, kicking sand. Is she in town for the #NicoNi concert? I thought they were over?

Jayme Lunce @jazzbanglejangle 5:57 p.m. @creolechassis #NIcoNi’s been in a slump since the #IMAincident. Why couldn’t #TheNishikino stick to models. Music needs Nico Ni.

FKM @hispeedhorror 5:58 p.m. @creolechassis @jazzbanglejangle PHOTOGRAPHY NEEDS #NICONI TO LEAVE #MAKINISHIKINO ALONE

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:02 p.m. OMG Sonoda Umi just walked into the lobby of the #OharaOceanView with both her girlfriends #TeamPoly

Bobbi Brightwing @LAstylesnaps 6:04 p.m. Minami Kotori sighting that dress is goassamer and seafoam and bliss wait is #TheNishikino’s dress a #Minami original #mindblown

Ty @haircutTRONy 6:05 p.m. ALL DAY, all day dudes, saw NOTHING but P I N K

Fuck #niconi #myeyeshurt

Macy Bordeaux @pourme2others 6:06 pm. Forgot about the #NicoNi concert tonight. Probably why every plane was late. #NIcoInLALALAND

Ahmed J @immahustle334 6:10 p.m My Tarot card reader was some kind of minister; doing a wedding tonight. Is that lucky?

Maria Tran @mebeachallday 6:15 p.m. Kicked us off the beach for some wedding #EatTheRich

Dusty Dawn @theywereUNDERSEAroommates 6:22 p.m This tiny tiny pink puff is marrying a redhead in a SEE THROUGH dress #WTFPink #hot

Mel radio silence just surf Mazz @20thCenturySurf 6:23 p.m. @theywereUNDERSEAroomates WHO NEEDS X-RAY VISION I NEED BINOCULARS

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:35 P.M. #MakiNishikino just dropped to her knees in the sand and #NicoNi is drying her tears. #soromantic

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:38 p.m. THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS NOT A DRILL THEIR FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING

It’s like a scene in a movie #swoon #NicoNishikinoWedding

Mel radio silence just surf @20thCenturySurf 6:40 p.m. DAM DUDE I JUST WANT TO SURF gO haVe sEx aLrEAdY #NicoNi #Imeanthatdress

Qu Teen @binowbaby 6:48 p.m. FREE THE BEACH #NICONI

Hoshizora Rin @nyataproblem 6:58 p.m. I bet I can eat a whole tier #weddingcake #YazawaNishikino

Kosaka Honoka @gingerbakernodrums 7 p.m. @nyataproblem I can do 2

Hoshizora Rin @nyataproblem 7:02 p.m. @gingerbakernodrums shotgun bottom tier

Sonoda Umi @oceanverse 7:03 p.m. @nyataproblem @gingerbakernodrums No. I will not repeat myself.

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 7:05 p.m. You stole my hat

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 7:06 p.m. And your heart ; )

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 7:07 p.m. And my habit of starting concerts on time

DM: @MrsNicoNi to @NicoNi 7:08 p.m. And your name ; )

SoOp McCoop @MrsNicoNi 5:30 p.m. So @TheNishikino just offered me 5K for my Twig handle #bitch

SoOp McCoOp @5Kaintchumpchange 5:35 p.m. ...ok so I took the cash…guess I’ll donate a transpizza

Kiss O Me Nico Ni @MyPlaylistSlays 9:18 p.m. where #THEFUCK is #NICONI…#NicoInLaLaLand should have started 2 hours ago

Raj @mistermarple 10:42 p.m. Who buys pizza for a whole stadium and then sings an acoustic set while her wife plays piano in the rain? #NICONI that’s who #LEGEND #NicoInLaLaLand

Didi Daro @NicoKnowzBetter 10:48 p.m. Spotted #MinamiKotori backstage with @gingerbakernodrums Is #NicoNi getting new costumes cause #wtfPink suit

Elle Woodie @allfluffnofuss @11:52 p.m. @NicoNi @MrsNicoNi Happy Honeymooning!!! Thanks for the selfie ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡ #socute #sopink #soperfect

Tojo Nozomi @NozyItAll 11:54 p.m. #NICONI PARTY IS OVER

Nishikino Maki @MrsNicoNi 11:55 p.m. Damn Right Tojo Nozomi @NozyItAll 11:54 p.m. #NICONI PARTY IS OVER

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 12:01 a.m. Back on flight So is #NicoNi #killmenow #sheissinging #AGAIN

DM: @NicoNi to @MrsNicoNi #NicoNi Party is private ♥(ˆ⌣ˆ��) #thatdress

DM: @MrsNicoNi to NicoNi Damn right(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

A/N: That was fun. Have one more AU Yeah August request but that's on September's to do list because I want to finish 'Can't Get Started' and get back into werewolf mode. Actually visited the ocean and my family and had fun hanging out with siblings and nieces and nephews. Hope your summer is finishing well. Take care!

Also, this is actually the first NicoMaki wedding I've ever written. So what'd you think? #thatdress

#NicoMaki #au yeah august #Au Yeah August 2019 #au yeah #Social Media #THIS TOOK SO MUCH TIME #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #wedding #Love Live

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