#atlas the people's princess fr

[possibilistfanfiction]

For the caitvi: dog meet cute

[if u have been here a minute u know i try to give every character a border collie bc they're my passion lol HOWEVER. vi + a big rescue pitty is an actual dream come true. i just rly love dogs & force free handling & nurturing of dogs. so here u go, they are my babies]

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vi is practically vibrating next to you in excitement, which is endearing but a little unsettling as she drives. she'd insisted you take her bronco, because she's convinced the car will immediately be scratched and dirty inside — which isn't even true, and also she's put more work into her car than you ever will any of yours. still, you'd acquiesced without too much arguing — more for fun than anything else — and then gone through the actual items on the checklist the rescue had recommended. you spent the past day making sure there were no holes in the fence and that the gate properly latched; you'd gotten bowls and the food recommended by the vet you'd found — fear free certified, vi had said after her research, proudly showing you the results of a very nice vet clinic near your new house — and a few toys and balls, a snuffle mat, and a cute little toy you can fill with peanut butter or yogurt for him to lick. you'd gotten a ton of training treats and bully sticks, marrow bones and duck feet; you pick out two comfortable beds to put in the living room and your bedroom; vi had liked a pink harness, collar, and 6' lead, which had made you laugh and then kiss her right in the middle of the pet store; you order a long lead to go with it later that night.

so, by all accounts and purposes, you are very ready.

still, vi is acting more nervous than she had when she'd taken her lieutenant's exam a few months ago, more nervous than when you were waiting to hear back about jinx's acceptance to her graduate program, more nervous than the first night you'd really moved into your house and fell asleep on the couch, sated and spent, in front of the fireplace. you'd loved this house for many reasons, but one of the big ones was its beautiful yard: vi has been looking at rescue dogs on her phone for the entire time you've known her.

'i can't believe it's really happening,' she says, again, as she takes the turn onto the street the rescue is located on.

'we're going to have so much fun, and give him such a good home.'

she breathes a sigh out and takes her hand off the gear shift to squeeze yours. you'd brought it up a few weeks ago, maybe looking into a dog, since you had the space, and you lived together now, and you owned the house, rather than having pet restrictions in an apartment. there had been a million excuses she'd offered, all of them poor and all of them because she was just nervous. you know how well you can manage things, how that's a way you're good at showing your love, and you know how gentle and nurturing v's nature is when given the chance.

she parks and you kiss her gently. 'hey, any dog would be lucky to be raised by rich lesbians with no kids.'

it gets her to laugh, finally, her nerves dissipating. 'speak for yourself. i'm not rich.'

you roll your eyes — it's not a secret that you want to get married one day, that you like making sure that vi — and her family — has everything they need, especially since you make enough money through your own work to not need any of your trust fund. 'rich in love.'

she groans but takes your hand anyway, laces your fingers together before you open the door.

the rescue coordinator and trainer meet you in the lobby, smiling, and compliment vi on her treat bag and the collar, harness, and leash set you'd brought. you had applied for the dog the week before, having seen his picture for one second and then showing it to vi, and you'd watched a soft smile grow on her face. you'd gone through a video call interview, and now all that's left is an in-person meet-up to see if a trial adoption period feels good for both of you and the dog.

he's already alone in the little play yard with one of the other volunteers, and you hear vi sniffle next to you, and then laugh, when you look her way, before getting down on her knees.

'hi, atlas,' she says, as you crouch down too, and it doesn't take even a second before the dog — muscular and goofy, with a blocky head, mostly black fur with a few white spots — bounds over to both of you and bowls vi over with how excited he is.

you laugh, and you get out your phone to take a few pictures; vi kisses his head and you rub behind his ears. you understand that it's important, and good, that the rescue does a trial adoption period, but his eyes are a grey-blue and he has a scar above one of them, and after vi throws the ball and you play tug with him a little, he just lies down half in her lap while she scratches his offered tummy — you know that there's no way this dog is ever going back.

'it's a good thing you're, uh, you know... fit,' the trainer says, a little flustered at the obvious muscles and veins of vi's arms in one of her t-shirts, you think, which, okay, you do understand. 'we're working on his leash skills, still, and he's getting so much better! but he's a strong guy.'

you'd, of course, read atlas' bio: he was rescued off the side of the road, alone, starving and sick, and he's spent almost the last two years at the rescue, cared for, of course, but overstimulated. he's loved his field trips, and he's friendly to kids, other dogs, even cats. he's active, park plays and hikes, but he really just wants to cuddle and sleep. mostly, he's been overlooked because he's a strong pit bull with a big bark. vi had immediately wanted him, even if she hadn't quite said so: you'd understood.

the trainer talks you through helping him feel safe as you put his new harness on, but he really doesn't seem to care at all when you offer him some chicken as a reward after. he licks your face and, admittedly, you are kind of in love already. the trainer plays with him while you and vi go inside and fill out the final paperwork, and he seems more subdued when you come back. but, 'you're so smart, huh?' vi says to him, the second he starts getting excited when she takes his leash and walks toward the exit. he starts whining and pulling, but when you get through the door, your hand in vi's, atlas turns around and jumps on both of you a few times. it doesn't bother you, and it makes vi cry, so you don't even try to coax him away with treats: you just let him feel freedom, safe and sound, for the first time.

//

atlas rides calmly in the car on the way home, watching everything out the window in his little dog car hammock, easily tolerating when you'd secured him with the seat belt extension that attached to his harness. jinx, unsurprisingly, has already come over when you get home, and she laughs and falls back on the ground, letting him lick all over her face, when he rams into her in hello. she slips a custom, thank you very much bandana — a lot of neon pink — onto him and kisses his forehead, but she has class, she pouts, so she promises to be over again tomorrow to play with him.

you and vi show atlas around the house, direct him to some toys; vi gives him a few chew options to see which one he'll pick — a beef marrow bone, no surprised there — and then he settles on the bed in the living room and works on his bone for an hour, both of you just smiling and watching from the couch, before he finishes and lumbers over to you, hopping up and burrowing in between you with a sigh.

vi starts to cry again, which makes you start to cry, and you both just sit there, laughing too, while you pet him.

'you have to know that this is, like, you in dog form, right?' you ask eventually.

'a brilliant and sensitive heart behind a strong, rugged exterior? of course.'

she's using humor to deflect — you both know at this point — but you let her get away with it this time.

//

atlas settles in easily, like he was always meant to be yours, and maybe he was. one morning, when vi is on shift, you take him on his long line to your favorite trail just outside the city and just let him walk and sniff for an hour or so, and then sit with you on the patio of your favorite cafe while you have a coffee. he sleeps and says hello when people ask, and, while he still gets so excited he often knocks jinx and vi over still when they get home, he's so gentle greeting strangers that you have to fight back tears. when you take him to the crag a month in, he makes friends with every person there and then gnaws on a bully stick before sleeping the afternoon away in a patch of sun.

for years, since you'd met vi, she'd had a hard time sleeping: you knew why, and you understood it. you'd tried all kinds of things to help with her insomnia and nightmares: therapy, and medication, and different techniques to ground and calm. it's always been a losing battle, though, things getting worse after long, hard shifts where calls had gone bad; oftentimes you'd get home from a full day at work and she hadn't slept at all since she got home from a 24 hour shift that morning: it hasn't been uncommon for her to go thirty hours without any good sleep for as long as you'd known her.

today, you'd been expecting the same thing: dark circles beneath her eyes, exhausted muscles that still can't rest, a painstakingly cooked dinner she'd prepared to, somehow, in her mind, make up for all of it. you'd talked to her on her drive home this morning, her short responses about the call she'd gone on dealing with an apartment fire in her childhood neighborhood last night telling you more than a robust description ever could.

when you walk in, though, the living room is dark, the fireplace mostly embers. it's cold outside, windy and probably going to snow tonight, so usually she would stoke it for you before you get home. there's no smell of dinner, and you don't hear atlas' paws scrambling to come jump on you in hello. for a split second, you're kind of terrified, before you notice the sound of snoring, and then your eyes find them: atlas is almost completely on top of vi on the couch, one of her hands still on his shoulders and the other stretched behind her head. they're both breathing deeply, soft snuffles and sighs, and you almost sink to your knees right then and there. you have your own demons, your own discussions in therapy and fights with your mom and aches in the middle of the night, but vi spent years of her life in the dark, alone, kept from any love or care, being treated like a dangerous animal. you want to marry her; you want jinx to annoy the hell out of you for years; you want a life with her, forever.

so you wipe your tears and put your coat away quietly, put your bag away and set your computer to charge in the office. you'd tentatively made plans to climb with vi after you'd gotten off work, mostly because it helps regulate her nervous system, even if you're both exhausted. but instead, you ease yourself gently onto the coffee table across from the couch and touch her face, then scratch behind atlas' soft ears.

'hello, my darlings.'

vi startles awake, disoriented, but then takes stock of atlas — who seems excited you're home, from the happy thump of his tail, but unwilling to move, far too warm and comfortable — and her eyes meet yours, a little smile sneaking its way onto her face. 'hey, cupcake.'

'it's nearly six.'

'oh. wow.'

'yeah?'

'i've been asleep for, like, five hours, i guess.'

you both almost burst into tears, but you kiss her forehead instead and say, 'shall we order in? movie night? it looks like mr. atlas here doesn't want to give up his prime spot.'

vi rubs her thumb along your cheek, always adoring, always gentle. 'ramen?'

'you drive a hard bargain.'

you don't talk about it further then: you go change into a pair of shorts and one of vi's sweaters, and atlas pouts but makes room for you on the couch too, eventually resting his head in your lap, and you put in your typical ramen order on your phone before vi picks a movie you'd both wanted to watch and had missed in theaters. she gets up, eventually, to open a bottle of wine for you and grab a beer for herself, and to put a new log on and then stoke the fire, before curling back up into your side.

'you know, i've thought about his name.'

'yeah?'

'jinx has come up with, like, seven thousand nicknames, some of which he responds to because she feeds him cheese all the time.'

vi rolls her eyes, but you laugh.

'but, you know. the weight of the world, and all that.'

'like i said, you in dog form.'

vi shakes her head but it becomes common occurrence, as the weeks and months and years go on, to come home to her after a shift, held down by altas, happily resting with her: a peace that's hard-found and even harder-earned, a companion for it all.

[localfanbaselurker]

I’m watching Voltron: Legendary Defender for the first time and here is what I have had to say per each season (this is 1-2) (3-4) (5-6) (7) (8)

Pre-Watch Knowledge

->big transformers type robot

->pretty alien girl that looks like princess yue from A:tLA

->they are the epitome of color-coded characters

->space??

->there was crazy people in the fanbase that sent cupcakes laced with something to the creators

->queer baiting (this one in particular got me)

->klance.

->^honestly I only knew that because people were comparing it to zukka and I wanted to check it out

->my friend really likes it

Post S1 thoughts-

->that cliffhanger was crazy imagine they weren’t renewed for a s2

-> i went on tumblr after and youre telling me they made that show IN TWO YEARS?? EIGHT SEASONS. IN TWO MF YEARS?? that is insane. props to the writers bro they fr must of known what they were doing.

->all of these characters already scream “doomed by the narrative”

->my fav characters are pidge and lance

->I definitely did NOT expect yue Allura to be British

->bonding moment.

->^like yeah okay i get it now

-> the healing pods are a very interesting concept. Like, what if you get some ailment that it doesn’t recognize?? Do you just die??

-> genuinely felt so bad for Not Yue. Allura. Allura when they had to remove her father’s memory thing. Like yeah I know the castle was corrupted or wtv but bro imagine. Your entire race is dead. your mom, who you previously knew alive is now most likely dead. You already had to go through losing your father once, and now you have to lose him again. Any sliver of hope you had of staying connected with him is gone, because the entirety of his essence is now gone. She’s stronger than me, I would have never given him up so easily. I admire that about her.

->I also made the horrible mistake of going on ao3 after

yk for gits and shiggles… and when I go to a new fandom I always search by hits to see the classics first yk

…

WHY are you guys so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂… I genuinely shed a tear what. I was flabbergasted to say the least.

On that note the top 23 were about redguy/blueguy getting smoochy-smoochy with each other so I guess that should be a hint as to what you guys like

->the description of the show says the robot (voltron) is operated by “five teenagers” but that shiro guy has to be AT LEAST 25. He is pushing 30 you can’t convince me otherwise.

->for now it’s kinda giving atla except the war is intergalactic and lasted 10,000 years instead of 100.

->all the other characters seem to have a pretty clear background, but we haven’t yet heard about Keith’s backstory, so I want to know (I know now, this was my initial thought)

->shiros backstory/ptsd is very interesting, lots of angst possibilities i see

-> I had an inkling that pidge was…genderly different. (At first I thought she was transmasc)

Post S2

-> WHERE is my man. Where did he go.

-> Pookie please come back. Now. It’s not a suggestion.

->KEITH BACKSTORY I PREDICTED THEY WERE GONNA SHOW US YAY I LOVE BEING RIGHT

-> he’s galra! Soooo much whump opportunity

-> the whole “Allura doesn’t hate you she’s just a little upset to find out ur part of the race that killed off her entire peoples and family and okay maybe she does hate you” scene with keith and hunk is really giving that scene in atla: the southern raiders where zuko thinks katara hates him and sokka reassures him (badly) while he was just trying to get laid w suki.

->^ that’s gay

-> the aliens they met are going to be very important, aren’t they?

->^ oohhh so this is where the “langst” stuff comes from? he’s just kinda insecure i think, but it can’t possibly just be this episode that has that tag so high, unless flanderization is just really popular with you guys, but already suspect that unfortunately

->^Allura high key ate with this

->the “Blade of Marmora” people are definitely gonna be important later

-> the mall episode was soooo fun! fav s2 episode for sure!

->^gay. It’s literally giving “two bros chillin in a hot tub. five feet apart cus they’re not gay”

-> I know of 2 ships now. klance and allurance. I only see the former though, the latter seems more like a running gag/unrequited crush thing (for now i suppose)

-> Coran is an icon. I love that whimsical man. he’s beekeeping age per say.

-> I need pidge to find her brother and father man I feel so bad for her PLEASE DOBT TELL ME THEYRE DEAD ILL LITERALLY DIE.

-> pidge is sooooo cool i love her so much she’s literally the pookiest of the pookies

-> Who tf is gonna be the black paladin now. Keith sure as hell isn’t ready for that. maybe Allura?? Cus yk she kinda already leads them a little bit

These are thoughts I had compiled over a while now. I am on S5E3 as of now (07/03/24) but I wanted to document my thoughts either way. I will post on the tag “laura’s first vld”

[sunshinepixels]

all of them for adri because i love her (*^ω^*)

I consider it bullying that you asked me for all of them... but I’ll let it slide this time sksksks thank you for asking me fr fr tho  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) this is late as heck but im the worst with answering asks even if i begged for them fdkhkd

1. Do they laugh at their own jokes?

Yes and the thing is she’s not that funny but thinks she’s hilarious

2. What does their laugh sound like?

I think her laugh is loud and comes from her core

3. What does their voice sound like?

She has a sweet voice that's relatively high.

4. What side of the bed do they sleep on?

All of it. If someone else is on the bed... no they’re not. It’s her bed.

5. Are they a light sleeper?

She wasn’t originally but ever since Avery she is, any sound on the baby monitor makes her jump up

6. Do they have any frequent / recurring dreams?

No but a lot of her nightmares take place in her middle school

7. Do they sleep with their socks on?

She’s not a freak so no kdksdjsdjk

8. Are they a morning or a night person?

Morning

9. What do they do to relax?

When she needs to relax she likes spend time with her friends, just talk and indulge in their presence while doing anything. It’s relaxing for her to be around the people she loves. She used to curl up on her grandparents laps to relax and they’d tell her stories from their childhood but uh... not anymore

10. Are they very highly strung?

Not too much, their are certain things she’s sensitive about but most things she’s chill about

11. Are they easy going?

Yup, she is pretty easy going and easy to get along with

12. What are they like when they’re angry?

Impulsive af and very childish not gonna lie. She’ll mostly ignore you because that’s what she learned from emulating her grandmother.

13. How often do they shower?

Every day lol

14. How organized are they?

Not at all, she’s a wreck

15. Do they keep track of their calendar?

She tries... it doesn’t always work

16. Do they have a diary or a journal?

No but she could really benefit from

17. Are they on any medication?

She’s on vyvanse but that’s it

18. Do they suffer from any illnesses?

Nope

19. Do they get sick easily?

Nope

20. Would it take much to knock them out?

Nope lol

21. Do they have a high pain tolerance?

No, she’s broken enough bones now that she’s grown tough skin

22. What’s the quickest way to upset them?

Implying that she’s not a good christian girl probably

23. What is the thing that makes them most uncomfortable?

Talking about things like sex out loud bc she thinks it’s very taboo

24. How do they act when they’re upset?

It depends. If she’s sad, she’ll cry and seek out the people she loves. If she’s mad she is a little more impulsive with her actions and often does thing she regrets later.

25. How does your character cry?

If she’s crying you know she’s crying a lot. Never just one tear its always waterworks, runny nose, sobs, the whole meal lol

26. Is your oc happy with their life?

Everything is going wrong right now so she’s having a hard time being happy. She tries though.

27. Will they have a happy ending?

umm.... NO, why would i let her be happy?

28. What would they change about their life?

She would change the way her grandparents see her

29. Do they have a comfort food?

Flan or cake.

30. Do they drink alcohol?

She did like twice, but she doesn’t plan on continuing.

31. What are they like when they’re drunk?

She’s even more affectionate and impulsive than when she’s sober

32. What are their eating habits like?

I think she eats either super healthy or eats only trash there’s no in between. She has a complicated relationship with food and body image so usually she tries to eat as healthy as she can as well as keeping “bad” food to a minimum. But when she’s having a rough time she tends to fall back into her old eating habits where all she wants is junk food.

33. If left to their own devices would they forget to eat / shower etc. ?

No she’s pretty good at taking care of herself uwu she might forget to take her medicine though

34. How would they spend their day if left alone with no responsibilities?

I think if she was alone with no responsibilities she’d take a long nap first and foremost. Then she would do play video games or shop or catch up on her fave TV shows

35. How do they generally have their hair?

She usually wears her hair straightened because she’s very used to it since her grandmother couldn’t deal with her curly hair growing up.

36. How do they usually dress?

Very girly, soft, and modest. She likes dresses and skirts and blouses. She’s not that big on jeans anymore.

37. Do they have a signature look?

Her signature is a dress. She loves dresses. Not only that but she typically wears small heels too.

38. Do they have any odd personality traits?

I don't think so lol

39. What’s the weirdest habit they have?

I don't think she has any

40. Have they ever been involved in a scandal?

Nope :>

41. Have they ever committed a crime?

underage drinking she regrets it but that's about it

42. Would they hurt the few to save the many?

I think that she would just die herself lol she would not want to make tht kind of decision

43. What could be generally associated with them?

Princesses, butterflies, pink, anything that seems cutesy

44. Have they got any close friends?

She has a few, she’s very friendly so it’s not hard for her to make friends. Her closest friends are Kit and Damien.

45. Do they like public displays of affection?

Yesss !!! She will hug her s/o in public and kiss them (but only chastely and with plenty of room for Jesus skskssk !!!!)

46. Would they ever like to get married?

If you asked her a year ago she would be hesitant, but today she would say yes at a drop of a hot... only if it was to Atlas though.

47. What is their ‘type’?

Assholes When it comes to looks she falls for the tall, dark, and handsome type. She is pretty open to looks as long as she thinks they’re attractive and if they have a nice smile. Personality wise she likes men who are kind (ironic considering the man she was in love with the longest), confident, and funny.

48. Have they ever been in a serious relationship?

Only one !! With Atlas. He was her first boyfriend ever and the father of her children. Currently, they’re engaged.

49. How easily do they get attached to things?

Very easily !!! Everything she has is sentimental basically

50. What is the thing that would hurt the most if they lost it?

She already lost the love and respect of her grandmother and it was the one thing she knew would hurt the most. It hurts even worse than she expected it to. But now, she’s very scared of completely losing her babies or her relationship with her fiancee.

[terraclae]

Waking World

Lore pings: @yuushanoah-fr @cityofinoue @rasvimhia

This is a short chapter but it's sort of from Mimir's point of view since I thought it could be interesting to have her speak and think for once, like I talked about. 

Usually she saw in flashes of black, she did not remember those. Her existence felt like a fragile thing, fabricated. There was a name for her yes, there were people she might call friends, but she was first and foremost something considered empty clinging to a book.

Until she was not. There were many times when it seemed she was more than that.

She saw purple, then green, then yellow, it occurred to her that for the first time she was seeing colors in unbroken sight. It was there, right before her, swirling around her daintily. The world around her shimmered and shone in ways it couldn't possibly be real, that she knew. But if it was not real, then what was this pink stretching expanse around her then, all these colors? Everything solidified until she found herself standing in a field of golden grass, a single large aspen on a hill being visible in the distance. The sky above her was a vibrant blue and clouds dotted the endless expanse. In this precipice, she was not alone, for in the distance she could see a lone figure making his way across the expanse. On a distance before him there were three stately figures, a king, a princess, and the false son. The exiled one followed. On a closer distance, stood an anomaly, and he was looking right at her.

'Lovely weather, isn't it?' The anomaly lifted his hat from his dark curly hair. He smiled gently and approached her but remained on a distance. 'You look like this is your first time here, are you dizzy, uncomfy, anything of the sorts?'

She didn't know what to say. What would she even sound like? She wasn't really… Anything. What to tell the friendly anomaly? What she thought to be her lips acted faster however, and the sound she produced was hollow and garbled but a voice nonetheless. 'What… What is this place?'

'An interstice of sorts. Mine, perhaps. No one stays here long and I'm the one making sure everyone ends up in the right dream if they accidentally wander into this place.' He said, shrugging idly. 'You're dreaming love.'

'... Dreaming? I can dream?'

'Well, you are...' He gestured at her oddly, then stepped forward with open hands. 'Hold on, this will help.... There's a soul in there somewhere, hm?' He traced from the top of her head to the bottom of her chin and stepped back. Momentarily it felt as if she was melting painlessly and she was quite alright with it. This was, until she took the first breath in her life and completely freaked out, letting out a confused yelp.

'Alright, it's alright.' The man said. He stepped forward, meeting her where she leapt right into his arms, waiting until she calmed down a little. 'Feels different, doesn't it?'

'What did you do to me?' Her own voice scared her now. It was weak, but it was not strange, not garbled, no, it was alive. She had hands, she had feet, she had what she had seen made up the alternate forms of dragons like Arodan and Atlas, like what made up this man that stood there and held her. 'I don't understand.'

'That's okay, I'll explain.' He put her down gently so she sat in the grass. She immediately started to survey her new limbs and he did not give it much thought. 'First though, let's ask some questions. How did you come to be, do you have any goals?'

'Wow uh… That's some questions.' She quietly responded. 'I don't know how I came to be exactly. But hmm… I want a body. And I want to make more friends.' She stuck her leg in the air. Her skin was a black color and she thought it was pretty. Golden words and patterns lined her leg and hands. Soon the man standing by her had draped his coat over her shoulders. 'I wish to help my friend since he was there when I came to be.'

‘Oh, So you have friends?’ He responded, pale eyes wide with surprise. ‘What’s your friend like?’

‘He’s kind like what a friend should be as far as I understand. Troubled. But he’s doing better.’ She surveyed the man closer now. He had come to sit next to her in the grass. She hugged his coat a little closer. ‘He tells me what he feels that day, tells me about his investigations, sometimes he tells me about the sappy stuff�� His name is Arodan.’ She smiled and looked out over the field and saw the wandering people disappearing. ‘He gave me my name. My name is Mimir.’

‘Mimir?’ He looked more surprised than before now, as if he was looking at something that should not exist but yet, was there, by all means alive. ‘I’ve never met- That isn’t…’ He took deep breath and then held out his hand to her. ‘Well, it’s nice to meet you Mimir. My name is Ronan.’

‘Ronan… Ronan is a nice name.’ Mimir hummed, and she shook his hand. ‘I’ve never shaken hands before. It’s hard without them. Please tell me… What did you do to me? I’m a book.’

‘A book huh?’ She wouldn’t let go of his hand and Ronan was alright with that. He held on idly. ‘Dreams are kind of my expertise. Let’s say I’ve been around the block often. This form of yours, I based it on what your soul feels like. It's not gonna be there when you wake up.’ He tapped his chin. ‘I’ll be fair, I’ve never met a Shade creature that has such a developed soul like you. This friend of yours, you’re not feeding off of his energy, are you? That is a bad thing you know, even if you're not quite aware of it.’

‘His energy? I don’t think I have.’ She mimicked him tapping his chin with her free hand. ‘I’ve well… I think I might have been in the minds of others once, I’ve seen…’ She looked off into the distance and she could see two pearlcatchers, one missing an arm and another small with fluffy hair sitting alongside an imperial woman with dark hair and golden eyes in what looked to be pirate clothing, who she focused on. ‘I’ve seen her in the dreams of someone else.’ She turned back to Ronan. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Yes?’ He tilted his head and smiled. Some grass had gotten stuck in his hair.

‘I’m Shade, am I not? That is how I came to be, no?’ She started, again mimicking his movements. ‘Is something bad going to happen to me because I’m Shade?’

‘Well, you have a soul. Sometimes that happens, Shaded beings in the contact of living beings take in the energy of others and create soul shards. Again, not entire souls like yours.’ She let go of his hand and Ronan clasped his hands together. ‘If you had evil intent like consuming the souls of living beings or taking them over I’d have to kill you.’

'Kill me?' She crept back then and Ronan looked at her with his head resting on his hands which he had brought up to his face. 'Why-'

'Because well… It is in a sense, a blight upon this world. It hurts people, drives them mad, seeks to destroy. Miracles like you exist yes, but there's a lot of bad ones too.' Ronan got up and looked upon Mimir who sat in the grass holding the coat to herself as if it was a shield. 'So, what will it be friend? You do not mean harm, do you?' He extended his hand.

'Is it… Is it inevitable that I will hurt people? Will I cause people pain if I gain a true body of my own?' She asked him, eyeing his hand cautiously. 'Will I hurt my friends?'

'No.' Ronan took her hand then and pulled her up, standing with her. 'You are going to be extraordinary if you wish to be.' He looked over her and frowned. 'I'll cut you a deal. You try to be the best person you can be no matter what your current form is, and I'll think of any people that can help you get a body.'

'You can do that?' Mimir said, this time it being her turn to look at Ronan with wide, surprised eyes that shone like gold. 'You can really do that?'

'I'll try. Be good okay?' Ronan said, patting Mimir's head. She was jumping at this point and his hands slid to the sides of her head so she stopped jumping already. 'I have to go love, so I'm going to send you off.'

'How does that work?'

'Just this works.' Ronan said, smiling. 'It was nice to meet you Mimir. I'm certain we will meet again.' He seemed to grow blurrier to Mimir and the light grew more vibrant, blinding her. She stood there, basking in the warmth of his hands for as long as it took knowing she might not feel it like that for a long time. He seemed similar to her at that moment, and that she knew of, wasn't true. Another faint goodbye, and he and his warmth left her completely.

She did not continue dreaming. She woke, in Arodan's dark bag, with no warmth to her.

[rojin]

Get to know me tag

I was tagged by @jianeso <3

Name: Rojin

Nicknames: Frojo, Rosh, Ro-G

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Leo

Height: 172cm

Time Right Now: 14:12

MBTI type:  INFJ probably

Birthday: August 12th (do we include our birthyear? 1996)

Last Thing I Googled: pokemon Y pokedex

Favorite Bands: daughter, glass animals, alt-j, paramore, vampire weekend, day6, the middle east

Favorite Solo Artists: banks, crush, dean, agnes obel, ane brun, blood orange, amy winehouse, frank ocean, lorde, 6lack, lee hi

Song stuck in my head: don’t wanna cry - seventeen

Last show watched: watching atla right now

Last movie I watched: the tale of princess kaguya or shrek 2? i don’t remember either way both are great

When did you create your blog: i think 2010 omg when i was a lil bub

What do you post: anything i find pleasing and pretty

When did your blog reach its peak: no idea?? when i was 16 and very active??

Do you have other blogs: yes a thousand others hahahah

Do you get asks regularly: no

Why did you choose your URL: my name

Following: 390

Posts: 88.952

Hogwarts House: hufflepuff which i used to hate but now i’m content with it

Favorite Colors: pink

Average Hours of Sleep: 6

Lucky Numbers: none? my father’s lucky number used to be 28 so i guess mine is too now

Instruments: piano!!! i miss playing it so much. i printed all these ghibli soundtracks so i can learn them and play them

Favorite Characters: ooooo love this!!! zuko (atla), opal (tlok), minako namikaze (naruto), erza scarlet (fairy tail), ami mizuno (sailor moon), seiya kou (sailor moon), itachi uchiha (naruto), tanuma and natsume (natsume yuujinchou), kurapika (hxh), elizabeth (pride and prejudice)

What am I wearing right now: my pajamas because im sick!! aye

How many blankets do you sleep with: one? already too warm?

Favourite food: rice.  fr i love rice sm. also pineapples

Dream Job: i want to help people in a way. something environment or social issue related

Dream trip: istanbul always!! tokyo! croatia!! amalfi and sorrento! also anything with nature is great. 

Nationality:  kurdish

Favorite Song Right Now:  2411 - crush 

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