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Revelation

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Summary: Gale shows Aurora she has nothing to hide. Sequel to Progress and Promise.

"Wreathed in morning light, sitting astride you, her every blemish and bulge is on display. She is exposed. Doubt disturbs her gaze.

You must banish it.

“I want to see you, Aurora.”

You take hold of her hand, swirling your tongue across the pads of her fingers. “All of you. Just like this.”"

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Word count: 3.8k

Disclaimers: NSFW. 18+. Smut. Gale x female OC (Aurora). Aurora is in recovery from an eating disorder/body dysmorphia.

More disclaimers: Body worship. Hand and finger kink. Woman on top/cowgirl. Vaginal fingering.

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When she rustles beside you, your hand darts out by instinct. Buried in your bedsheets, you hear faint shouts from the docks outside, the morning call of seagulls circling overhead. Aurora has always been one to rise early, much to your chagrin. You prefer to cling to the comforts and luxuries of the night. You reach for her, groaning into your pillow.

“Early,” you manage, as your fingers dance across her hip. “Stay.”

She laughs, a huff of affection. As she retreats, you open a sleep-blurred eye. She is shuffling speedily into her slip, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulders. Strokes of golden light linger on the contours of her face. Even after all this time, your breath still catches at the sight of her, here and yours. The space she has left beside you is an ache, whirling with her scent of lavender and rain. The fragrance of home.

“Come back to bed, Aurora,” you rasp.

She smiles, amused, forbearing. You mourn the cascade of white silk over her curves. Never before have you hated a piece of flimsy, spiteful fabric as much as you do now. You could disintegrate it with a thought, were it not for Aurora’s wishes. You yearn for the constellations of freckles below her breasts and navel, trembling beneath your touch.

“I need to get to the market, Gale. I want to get you those pastries you like. And I need to get some paints and ink.”

You grizzle, shifting onto your back. After the discoveries of last night - a secret mole on the innermost curve of her thigh, a snug spot that made her body sing - you cannot think of anything less appealing than leaving this bedroom. Not for a thousand ancient tomes would you trade such reveries. Not even for signed first editions.

“All that can wait.” 

She is reaching for her robe, draped lazily on a chair beside your bed. Outside the paradise of your bedsheets, Aurora cannot bear to be naked. It saddens you, how difficult it still is for her, though your love burns in every caress of skin and tongue and soul. This goddess in all but name, the north star blazing in your blue-green sky. In your haze, it seems the greatest injustice to watch the covering of her perfect form, so recently bare and flushed against yours.

It will not do. No, you cannot bear it. You spring awake, your mind and body united in their purpose.  With a crackle and flicker of your fingers, her robe whizzes into your grip. You draw yourself up against the headboard.

Aurora can be playful. You discovered it soon after she moved into your home. It was a delight, to step behind the veil of solemn reservation, to see the twinkle in those appraising eyes. There was the joy of novelty in her, too. She had never had the chance for mischief, under the yoke of illness and her mother’s cruelty. Now, she relishes the opportunity to tease and tickle, to nip at an earlobe or ghost over a nipple. To rise to the challenge of desire. You are almost certain she will play your game.

Her lips part in surprise for an instant. Then she frowns, an impression of disapproval. “Gale.”

There is something about the intensity of her furrowed brow that makes you want to grin. It is almost theatrical. Supremely endearing. You resist the urge, mirroring her frown instead.

“Oh.” You smooth out her robe in your lap, deliberate and measured. “Did you want this?”

“Gale.” Her tone is stern, but her gaze is tender. She bites her lip, a telltale sign that sparks through your thoughts and steels your resolve. Heat simmers beneath your skin, the thrumming arousal of half-sleep that swells. “Come now.”

You arch an eyebrow. “You come now.” You tap your thigh briskly. “Come here.”

She narrows her eyes, silver flashing in a grey sea. For a while she waits as you tilt your head, your lips curled in appraisal and expectation. She pulls at her slip, her arms hovering over her belly, a habit of concealing beauty she believes to be ugliness. A habit you are bent on helping her to break, even if it takes a lifetime.

The standoff does not last long. You knew it would not. With a sigh, she climbs onto the bed, grasping for the robe which you snatch away from her once, twice, three times. You are deft and quick, and she is small, and it is easy. She glares at you, shadow daggers without an edge.

“Come closer,” you drawl. 

Her cheeks are dusted coral now. You laugh as she clambers onto your lap, her slip riding higher and higher up her thighs as she clutches for the prize that you suspend frustratingly beyond her reach. A shoulder strap falls, her lowered neckline dancing over the dark skin around her nipple. The trail of freckles between her collarbone and her cleavage is a torment, stirring your ever-present compulsion to follow where it leads. You linger on the peaks pressing through the silk that clings to her breasts, almost translucent as she jostles. There is a gathering within you, a tingling in your groin that is spreading into your core. Your growing hardness twitches against her as you wet your lips.

You feel her sharp breath, warm and sour-sweet, the tightening of her lean calves bracketing you. The gentle, subconscious roll of her hips as her eyelids flutter. You sense, once again, that she cannot resist you. Rare are the occasions when she tries. You only have to ask, and she will open to you, like the blooming bud of an unseen flower, kept in a vault to which only you have the key. She is yours, and always will be.

A jolt of desire, red and raw, pulses through you.

You fling her robe onto the floor. She does not move towards it. You seize your victory.  A gasp escapes her as you press down on the velvet soft cheeks of her ass, her arms falling around your neck like an anchor. As she buckles forward, her thick waves form a curtain around your faces, streaked with faded light. She is everything, and there is nothing else but her. 

Aurora is quiet. In the early days, your only guide to her arousal was the catching and quivering of her breath, the tensing of her flesh, the rippling of her features. Through pants and pauses, you learned the peaks and troughs of her pleasure, and in the discovery, found that she, too, was embarking on uncharted territory. Until you, Aurora’s only experience of intimacy was to mask herself with a Glamour, lying still and silent to perform a role she never asked to play. Before you, she had never known the topography of love and desire, the twining of mind, flesh and soul with another.

She had confessed, later, that you were the only one to have brought her to climax. She had never before felt that explosion of ecstasy - singular and earth-shattering, entirely alien. You remember the long, lilting moan that dripped from her, echoing the first taste of her release. And though you felt sorrow at her story, you swelled with pride. Yours is the only flesh to have joined the marvel of hers, naked and unglamoured, and brought her to bliss. If you could wear this as a badge of honour for the world to see, you would.

Yet at times there is still a hesitation in her. Not just a shyness, cemented by years of isolation, when her body was always a punishment and never a privilege. But a hint of shame. A deep-seated suspicion that you will turn away.

To have beheld Aurora in all her glory has transformed you. You could never turn away.

Your hungry mouth finds hers, open, wet and willing. You clutch and pull at the offensive fabric that stubbornly separates her skin from yours. Heinous, wretched thing. You could tear it off, rip it with your teeth. As her tongue glides against yours, she does not seem to notice your frenzy. Her delicate fingers weave into your hair, setting every fibre alight. She whimpers ever so softly as you lap and suck at the corner of her lip, her chin gleaming and moist with your spit, and all at once you are rock hard, possessed by the feel and smell and taste of her. You wrench and tug her slip upwards, drawing back slightly to whip it over her head.

Aurora pauses. Flushed and breathless, she looks down, and you know she is registering her position. She is not cloaked by your writhing limbs, or obscured beneath the bedsheets. Wreathed in morning light, sitting astride you, her every blemish and bulge is on display. She is exposed. Doubt disturbs her gaze.

You must banish it. 

“I want to see you, Aurora.” You take hold of her hand, swirling your tongue across the pads of her fingers. “All of you. Just like this.” 

She shivers. For emphasis, you press her hand firmly against your cock. It throbs, free from the constraints of clothing, seeking her like a beacon. Her touch is a surge of electricity, and you cannot stop the groan that spurts out of you. Her grey eyes are almost black, dilated with unmistakable longing.

“Please,” you whisper.

You would not ask if you thought she was unwilling. If you saw displeasure in her hesitation, and not a residual fear of rejection, an anticipation of disgust. And you must show her, again and again, that you could never respond to the miracle of her beauty with anything but the most all-consuming love. You will never stop showing her.

In the steepling of her brow, you sense a shift. The shell of trust and love peeking open. She arches backwards with the easy grace of a swan, and you are the lake beneath and around and within her. You peel her slip off with a slow and gentle reverence, your breathing stilted by awe. She closes her eyes, and you are entranced by the arc of her lifted arms, the web of her lashes, the starry patterns of her dappled skin. The sheen of desire adorning her mound. 

She is, as always, a revelation. 

“I love you.” Your voice is a prayer. “Every part of you.”

You do not let her hands fall to conceal the softness of her stomach, the stretchmarks around her hips and breasts. All the parts you cherish which she yearns to hide, dazzling stitches in the glorious tapestry of Aurora. Her eyes glimmer as you clasp her hands against the bristles of your beard, holding her fast. An eternal affirmation. A promise you will keep making until the end of your days.

You are safe. You are seen. You are loved.

Her eyes widen as you push your tangled bodies away from the headboard. Raised halfway on her knees, she steadies herself on your shoulders, as though balanced on a tightrope, with only you to keep her from falling. Every muscle within you clenches with a building ache as you bend upwards to clasp her close. You run your tongue from the nook behind her earlobe to the heave of her breast, swirling a circle around her nipple.

“I love this part,” you murmur, sucking at the hardened bud.

Her breath seizes, arousal thrusting against uncertainty. As she tilts forward, you lean back on an elbow to savour the gift of this moment - the fullness of Aurora bare and naked before you, the undeniable quiver of faith, hope and love that vibrates through her flawless form. You circle one arm around the small of her back, and the warmth of her hands gliding up your neck and into your hair sends a spasm through your gut. When your tongue catches the salt around her navel, sweeping over each mole and freckle on her midriff, she stiffens. But you trust.

“I love this part,” you repeat.

You plant wet, starving kisses on the dimples of her belly, dark corners which Aurora so fears to tread. She tenses with apprehension, hanging back slightly. You look up at her, open mouthed, your tongue still flickering from its feast before. You hold her gaze as your fingers snake over her hip bone, through her damp wiry down, to her molten core. Her folds are hot and slick, her clit smooth as a nectar-coated petal. She shudders, toppling back into you as you find it, sending a pulse from the tips of your toes through the deepest recesses of your balls. 

“And this part,” you groan into her skin.

You can smell the salt tang of her desire now, and it is intoxicating. You hum, half-drunk, as you lap at the curves of her waist, tracing swift whirls around her fire with your lithe and expert fingers. With them, you can summon the mightiest storm, reduce enemies to dust. You can raise up and tear down. But no spell could ever come close to this most masterful of skills, reserved for her alone.

She lets out a whine, short and needy - that precious signal, the spark which stokes the raging fires within you. You cannot hold it any longer. You grab her hand in your slick-soaked fingers and wrap it around your cock. You are fully erect, veins throbbing, a desperate bead leaking from your tip. In her slender fingers, you are a giant, growing stiffer by the second. You are invincible.

If she had any reservations about her effect on you, there can be surely no doubt now. In this moment, there is nothing you want more. You are nothing more than an all-consuming ache for her. She looks at you half-lidded, a gossamer string of saliva trickling from her parted, plump lips. 

“Yes,” she pleads.

You are panting as you guide her hand, aligning your length against the dew of her entrance. She lowers herself onto you so delicately that you feel like clay in a sculptor’s hands. Her walls are so smooth, so tight, against the head of your cock, and the pleasure is so piercing that your elbow buckles under you as you writhe. She falls forward, her arms trembling on either side of your head, her tongue a helpless flurry inside, outside, around your eager mouth. The mattress shivers beneath you. You see how her mind narrows to a pinpoint, drifting from the flaws she imagines and longs to hide. You feel the grinding of her hips, inviting you deeper inside her. Every sign of her unravelling snaps a frayed nerve inside you.

“Yes, my love,” you manage. “Take your pleasure.”

She withdraws a little, confusion flitting across her features. A fleeting awkwardness. You remember that this is not a position Aurora is accustomed to, nor is the control and rapture that comes from it. All at once, you are gripped by a singular determination. You will show her, or help her learn herself. You will help her reclaim what has been lost to her, all these long and lonely years, before her comet blazed into your world.

You lean upwards, your hands resuming their placement on her ass. She stares, wide-eyed, unsure. You send your thoughts out to her - trust me - and her lips ease into a faint, halting smile. You finally understand the purpose of all those meaningless dalliances of your youth, when you fumbled over and finessed the techniques of love. They were all for her. All for this.

You draw your knees up and shift your pelvis. You feel for the swollen pearl of her clit against the top of your shaft. You have memorised its contours well, so well you could seek it out blind. Aurora is your favourite topic of study, a masterpiece you will never stop unveiling. And between the sheets, this gem is her centre. When you find it, you angle yourself so every surge of your cock will grind against it. She sucks in a breath, and you smile at the confirmation.

“Does this feel good?” 

As you thrust up into her, you push her hips down to swallow your length. A blush flares on Aurora’s cheeks, deep as the pink of her folds. You grit your teeth through the compulsion that engorges you, the tremors of need through your muscles. On the third stroke, she bites her lip and rolls her eyes back as she takes your fullness inside her.

Gods, you think to yourself. You cannot hold on much longer. One moan, one whimper, one gasp as she arches back, and you could let go and fall off the edge. 

You remind yourself that you must not. You must hold on for her.

“Take your pleasure, Aurora,” you rasp.

She moves slowly, tentatively, chasing after the movement you have set. You cup her breasts as they sway, pinching gently at her nipples, thumbing at the freckles nestled within their smooth, silky undersides. Rapt and voracious, you watch for signs of growing tension seeking release. A wrinkle appears between her eyebrows, the mark of laboured concentration. The drag of your cock inside her is an ache that rubs you raw. But there is a faltering in her rhythm as she rises and falls, a frown that betrays her mounting anxiety.

You realise, with horror, that she has slipped into a performance, and she feels she is failing.

She stops. “I'm sorry.” She looks away. “I'm not very good at this. I'm not sure-”

You lurch upwards to catch her words with your mouth. You speak your reassurance through the tender dance of tongues, the shield of your arms around her. You are furious with yourself, incandescent, to have put herself in this position. To have made her feel that she could do anything to let you down. It is unconscionable.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, moving back. “I didn’t mean-”

She cuts you off with an embrace. The force of it winds you. Aurora is small, but she is not weak. Her resolution has a firmness that has always stilled you. She nuzzles into your hair and neck, sealing tiny kisses along your Adam's apple. She soaks you in, and you are buoyed by the strength of her love, pure and unwavering. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You cannot ignore the sincerity in her voice. Her love is larger than your anger, greater than any foolish mistake you could make. Before her altar, you lay down the burdens of blame. You press your lips to her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks. You had wondered if it was all too much for her, if you should stop. But her fingers are ghosting over the base of your cock, and her mouth is almost greedy when she tilts your chin down to taste your moan.

“What feels good?” you ask, when you pull apart to breathe.

She struggles to answer. The question is a continual discovery, its waypoints not formed from words. But you know some of them already. You can remind her. 

“Does this feel good?”

You brush your lips across her fingers, widening your mouth as you take two, then three, into your wet warmth. You swirl your practised tongue into the space between them, sucking one in softly, the other more firmly. Her gaze darkens, the edge of her thumbnail bearing against your beard as it glistens with your spit.

You are wizards. It was not a surprise to discover your mutual love of fingers, those graceful channels of power and wonder. She had been surprised, at first, to find out all the secret spells they could cast. Her clear delight filled you with a fervent satisfaction. You know, as you press your fingers into her open mouth, that this will drive her wild. 

Her eyes wrench closed as her tongue glides down the length of your index finger, weaving and winding across, desperate for more. The shine of saliva on her chin mirrors the moisture that streams over your spasming cock as she licks and sucks with increasing hunger, whining as you plunge her digits deeper into your mouth. As you savour every inch and groove of her, your thoughts slow to a trickle. You are coming undone. 

She begins to rock, echoing the rhythm of your fingers. The flame of her desire burns over in tiny oscillations of her hips that shudder through your girth. Wider and stronger they grow, following the fierce current that takes hold of her, banishing all thought and doubt. You keen, her walls tightening and clenching as she flinches, the top of your shaft aching from the bulge of her clit and the friction that mounts as she rolls faster and faster into you. Her whimper rumbles through the pads of your fingers, and you hear the slick, heavy sounds of her arousal everywhere at once.

“Gale.” Her voice is torn with need and pleasure. “That feels so good.’

Her words are a spell. A door swings open inside you, breaking from its hinges. She senses it. Your hips snap of their own accord, thrusting to her quickening pace. All the love and lust within you gathers into the power between your legs, a roiling river ready to burst its banks. You gulp and suck, your teeth catching on her knuckles, your fingers pressing down on her flurrying tongue. She shakes as her wetness convulses around your surging cock, the twitching urgency of climax pulling her off the precipice. You gasp out a muffled cry, clinging to the last vestiges of the dam inside you as they splinter, one by one. She throws her head back and cries out your name.

You explode inside her. It is a shattering of every sensation that you have ever felt, an unleashing of yourself in bursts of blinding ecstasy. You spasm against her, a chaos of incoherent murmurs through the aftershocks of bliss. Your chest heaves, your vision fogs, your skin tingles against hers. And when your eyes meet again, a haze of awe and wonder cocoons you.

There are many things you want to say as you lie beside her. Her gaze is bright and gentle as sunlight on snow, her tousled hair a waterfall winding through your heart. You want to tell her that you love her with the fire of a thousand suns. That no night sky or grand illusion could ever hold a candle to her beauty. That she is your beginning and your end, and every instant with her is the most magical of revelations. But you do not. 

It is her moment. Her milestone. You sense the memories that ebb and flow within her, the tide of your love washing over her wounds. You listen to the lilt of her breathing, the swell of the sea, the drum of your heartbeat. Her robe and slip lie discarded on the floor as the morning wears on. You trace the footsteps of her freckles, while she maps out the drifting down on your skin. 

“I think I could do that again,” she says finally. Her smile is light with mischief. 

You grin as she melts into your arms.

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[seattlesellie]

knight!ellie x princess!reader drabble. ♡🗡️🕯️

an: since i’m thinking of writing a full fic of knight ellie x princess reader i wanted to know what you guys think ! let me know if i should turn this into something way longer. just a lil peak of the themes of a longer fic 💗

cw: mature themes, reader is a little lonely, tension.

the moon is so bright, so big, so white, luminous, it reflects in her emerald eyes and renders them almost mystical, bordering on the verge of the unreal. one couldn't help but wonder if she herself was not entirely real, a specter of dreams made flesh. do you recall those distant days of childhood? just eight years old, insisting that your imaginary friend — aurora, was right by your side? you clung to her like a lifeline. you'd shed tears as your mother, the reigning queen, denied the request for an extra place setting, an empty plate reserved for aurora alone. how you fell asleep bawling, tasting salt on your tongue, bitter and sickening, feeling as if you were drowning in your sleep, the specter of aurora growing gaunt and wretched, as though starved for existence.

how you woke up plagued by guilt, tormented by a high fever and a stubborn eye infection, crying and screaming for your imaginary best friend. and how from that day on, the castle fell empty. you wandered around, through those regal halls like a specter, floating like a brittle ghost, nodding politely when a maid curtsied in reverence, offering a feeble smile to the steward as he addressed you as his cherished princess.

you filled your duties, all your royal obligations, attended to your classes, spoke only when spoken to by your parents, ignored when another royal called you a “loony” when catching you in the midst of a conversation with several alabaster rabbits.

you formed a connection with the world around you, a bond that ran far deeper than what met the eye, and now one knew.

you rub on your eyelids with the back of your hand, and blink in dismay — oh, you’ve been mistaken, she is real, and her abdomen rises and falls with each breath, the clang of her armor a testament to her existence, to your sanity. her eyelids flutter, and her throat subtly moves as she swallows. a strand of her auburn hair sways in the wind too, but sweet aurora’s hair also danced in the breeze, so who knows.

sometimes it all is simply too blurry.

for now, you choose to believe.

the grass tickles your bare toes, you don’t laugh.

“hate being a princess” you mutter with a sigh, tilting your head to the side — her side, to see if perhaps she vanished like the rest of them, yet finding her there.

her role as a knight is dictated with silence in your presence, a mere executor of commands from your father with a duty to bow in submission, so she doesn’t respond. all she has to do is be your protector, keep you safe and guarded, make sure you won’t try and run once more.

she’s also not supposed to help you with your clandestine escapades from the castle, she’s not supposed to lay in the tall royal gardens ridiculously green grass with the princess, to allow the opulent and delicate fabric of her dress to gently brush against the barest portion of her knee. yet — she allows it.

she’s not supposed to help you pick flowers and greet you good morning, she was supposed to be unyielding as stone, almost ephemeral yet ever-present.

and now your ankle shifted to rest gently against hers, and she didn’t even nudge you.

“i despise it” you repeat. you try and voice your frustration but it comes off as too soft. ellie typically abhorred anything soft. she’d rather sleep on a hard mattress than a plush one, favored stomping over floating.

and yet you seem to be an exception.

you seem to be an exception for lots of things.

and ellie doesn’t respond. she blinks at the full moon and it blinks back at her.

“do you like being a knight?”

you think you may have heard a breathy chuckle. you’re unsure, you sigh.

“ellie?”

and she never told you her name. you figured it out by yourself.

then she begins, pink tongue folding and moistening her lower lip. “i like being your knight”, she blinks thrice, in a hurry — like she said something wrong, as though she feared she might have offended anyone else whose knight she was not. she takes a deep breath, for some reason it's shaky.

“i like, i- need, to protect the kingdom. it’s my duty. for the sake of your father, the people, you — you know that, my princess”

and usually you’d cringe when addressed with that title. you voiced it already — that title isn’t you, you don’t want it, it felt like a burdensome label imposed or cursed upon your birth, but for some reason, when she says it ; “my princess” it feels like her “my”, is the one that holds the power to cloud your mind. and that’s why you don’t argue that it isn’t your name, because she calls you as hers, and oh how bad you want to be hers.

you overheard the conversations among the other young royals, who spoke in hushed tones about "crushes." you eves dropped and furrowed your brows intently when they talked about the charming sable boy, a dark haired prince from a faraway land, an adviser. they described the feeling of having a crush as if they were “falling”, “giddy”, “thrilled”, “like riding a horse, really really fast”

and it never really happened to you, albeit you really did try. you just accepted it, you’d be crush-less forever, forced to marry a crush-less prince, forced to live a crush-less life.

then you met knight ellie.

it happened when she removed her bascinet, when she casually tossed her tousled auburn locks from side to side, when she smiled that sly smirk then immediately wiped it off and glued her gaze to the stone wall. it was in the way her eyes met yours, her all but graceful bow, and the sound of her armored knee meeting the ground, when she chuckled after winning the battle of who would be the princesses knight. how cocky she looked as her arm was raised in triumph, only to transform into humble grace when officially declared the winner.

but it wasn't a feeling akin to falling; it was more like crashing down. you also didn’t feel giddy, you felt nauseous and tight everywhere, you weren’t thrilled you were petrified, and you didn’t ride a horse really fast — it was more like being thrown off the horse and crashing onto the ground, nose-first.

so it didn’t feel like crushing, it felt like something else. and you really had to go to the washroom.

“you don’t… owe anything to the kingdom, or to my father” you murmur.

she really doesn’t. it got her family starved, killed. “i do” she lies, swallowing thickly. “also, i really don’t need protection” then you lie, rolling your eyes with a huff.

she'd call you a brat if she wasn't your knight, and if she knew for certain that you wouldn't go running to your father after being offended.

“i should run away” you muse, idly toying with the hem of your dress. ellie sees the bare flesh of your thigh and she feels like maybe she shall run away as well. then her breath hitches down her throat, and she really hates it because this isn't the first time. perhaps she's sick, a throat infection. it's getting very hard to breathe.

t'must be the armor, the decides.

then she decided it's not.

it's simply the cold night air. definitely not your naked thigh, or your hunger to be free, or the way your dress flows with the wind, or the way your eyelashes flutter and your fingertips tap tap tap on your plushy lips.

“should i fetch the horse then, my princess? which one d'ya want, charlie... or buster, maybe. he's a strong one” ellie croons then swallows a chuckle.

she’s also not supposed to joke with you. or to stare at your thigh, or to let you place your head on her armored chest.

“yes” you reply like she’s serious.

then a cloud veils the once-bright moon, and your knight clears her throat.

“i should take you to your room, freedom warrior, s’getting late”

“you shall take me to the forest to pick some blackberries, knight”

ellie chuckles and argues back. “i shall not”

“disobeying a royal?” you say with a wink.

you might actually be the death of her.

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: things had gone from weird to worse in a matter of seconds. it'd seemed all your secrets had decided to reveal themselves to Wally without so much as considering how you'd feel about it. you'd guessed that was the price you'd had to pay for your choice to share yourself with a member of Split River High's Afterlife Support Group.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.10

You were six, sitting on your sister Aurora's lap in a hospital room. Monitors beeped—long intervals, pitched notes—and, below that, your great-aunt's rattled breathing. Everything stank of disinfectant.

Ginny lay in the bed; pruned and pale, translucent skin hanging from her bones. She was just past seventy, but had aged several decades in the two weeks since the symptoms had started. Now, she looked like the skeletons your neighbors strung up for Halloween. Ghastly. Small.

Dead.

Mommy dozed in the armchair across from you, her head at an awkward angle, mouth ajar, one hand rested on her swollen belly. For days, she'd subsisted on nothing but good ol' fashioned Celtic stubbornness, running herself into the ground to undo whatever had put Ginny in the hospital. Nothing worked. Potions, pastes, blood spells, smudging rituals; it didn't matter what Mommy and Nanna did, Ginny's doctor insisted her condition was deteriorating.

It was so strange, you thought, that Ginny didn't just tell them herself. After all, she was able to stand in front of you without assistance and seemed much healthier than she had even moments ago.

She'd been asleep, silvery and thin and wheezy, and then her eyes had popped open and she'd gotten to her feet with the grace of a ballerina. Auburn hair in fluffy curls, pinned neatly away from her face; lips bright, Victory red, and skin peachy.

She was as pretty as a picture in a church bell skirt and smart, collared blouse, the colors much more suited to her than the starch white of the hospital gown. The pendant of her necklace was now one of a pair dangling from her earlobes, silver circles glinting in the sterile light.

"Are you better?" You asked her, marveling at her loveliness.

Ginny crouched to meet you at your level and placed her hand on yours, green eyes bright as emeralds in the sun. She smiled, "Don't tell mummy. This will be our little secret." She addressed Aurora next, "I'll be back as soon as I can, pet."

Aurora nodded, solemn, and you both watched Ginny greet a young man in similarly outdated dress as he entered the room. You didn't know who he was, but Aurora must've because she offered him a watery smile, eyes glistening.

"Where's Ginny going?" You asked her.

She shushed you, murmuring, "You can't tell mom, okay?"

Annoyed, "I won't." You weren't 3, you knew how to keep a secret. You'd kept plenty for your new friend Hana. Like her crush on the crayon stealer, Simon Elroy, or how she always took two milks at recess instead of one.

"She's saying hello to Grandpa Jack." Aurora told you, but you sensed there was a lot more to it than that. You gave her your best glare. She rolled her eyes, "They're probably going to try and find out what's wrong with her."

But, "She's better, dummy," you said, craning your neck to watch her swan out of the room with a man who'd died before you were born.

Aurora sighed the way she did whenever she thought you said something stupid and pressed her hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at the bed.

You gasped, astonished that, there, under the layers of quilts your Nanna had brought, was Ginny; breath rattling, monitors beeping, white as a china doll and asleep.

That was how you learned that Traveling meant something different to your family.

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One second you were clung to Wally like a limpet, the next you'd vanished into thin air. Snapped out of existence like you'd never been there at all. Frantic, Wally looked left, right, to the back of the stage, and then spun around to face the rows of seats.

His jaw dropped, blood draining from his face. You stood at the top of the center aisle, shirt no longer rucked up the way Wally had made it; hair as tidy as it had been before he'd run his fingers through it; skin no longer sporting the perfect blush he'd coaxed to the surface.

Even from where he stood, Wally could see that your eyes burned a nebula of colors, the way they had when Wally caught up to you outside the school earlier. As soon as he'd registered it—proof that something magical had just transpired—they dimmed to their normal hue, just as the man behind you, Mr. Anderson, Wally identified, demanded, "What are you doing in here?"

He seemed angry, more so than the time Wally had watched him chew out a group of boys in the locker room showers for smoking weed. Mr. Anderson grabbed you by the arm and hauled you out of the theater like you'd been trespassing.

Wally charged up the aisle, thoughts of how you could fucking teleport taking a back seat to the desire to shove Mr. Anderson to the ground for assuming he had the right to touch you like that. The connection between you and Wally bittered, shrieked, fear and fury swirling together to pump through Wally's veins.

Oh hell no.

"I'm sorry," You apologized. Mr. Anderson released you, causing you to stumble from the momentum he'd used to force you into the hallway. "I won't let it happen again."

In an ill-fated attempt to wedge himself between you and Mr. Anderson, Wally checked the man's shoulder with his own, but little happened. Mr. Anderson had repositioned himself, almost like he'd anticipated the action, and the intention waned into a light graze. One that had no impact on the man, but that caused Wally to trip into the wall.

Mr. Anderson escorted you through the school toward your locker, gravely explaining that you'd overstayed your welcome by an hour and a half; the Wednesday team practices and club activities already packed up and gone.

Glancing outside, Wally was shocked to see the sky was dark. Apparently, making out with you was the equivalent of pressing a giant PAUSE button on the fourth dimension. He was sure no more than twenty minutes had passed since you'd jumped into his arms and kissed him within an inch of his sanity.

Teleportation and time manipulation? Wally gaped, images of his favorite comic book heroes swarming his mind. Holy shit, you were an X-Man. He had big fat feelings for a Mutant prodigy. Was he the Cyclops to your Marvel Girl?

Needing to do something to ensure Mr. Anderson wouldn't try to grab you again, Wally inserted himself between you and him. A move that appeared to influence Mr. Anderson to maintain the space Wally enforced with his presence.

Good, Wally thought, cracking his knuckles, because while he had no problem trying to beat his way into the living world to knock a few of Mr. Anderson's teeth out, he knew that would take a lot more than noble intention to pull off.

He loathed feeling helpless. Back in the day, he'd stood up for the kids who got bullied, had done his best to fend off the misguided idiots who'd used their post-puberty size for evil. Trouble was that now he couldn't do more than make a light flicker by concentrating really, really hard.

Don't be fooled: Dawn made it look easy, but it wasn't.

Finally reaching your locker, Mr. Anderson reiterated, "What were you doing in there?" His demeanor all wrong. Wally knew enough about the guy to know that, usually, he was a cool kind of dorky. Relatable. However, something had obviously possessed him because he was acting like you'd discovered his hidden collection of porn mags.

Wally didn't like it. He wanted Mr. Anderson to fuck off and leave you alone more than he'd wanted anything for a long time. Retaining his position between you and Mr. Anderson, chin up, hands balled into fists at his sides, Wally willed Mr. Anderson away.

You began, "I was just—" when Wally gritted out, stare fixed on the man's haggard face, "You don't owe this dickhead an explanation, baby."

But you spoke over him, "Mathilda asked me to look for something she'd forgotten in there yesterday. She's in the Mean Girl's Musical?" You supplied, and, jeez, you were quick on your feet.

Mr. Anderson was unimpressed, "For two hours?"

"No! No. I was studying in the library when she texted me."

Wally began to wonder how many yarns you'd had to spin for it to come so easily. Part of him was uncomfortable with the notion that it seemed like second nature to you, while another, bigger, part of him seared the way lemon juice stings a papercut.

He recognized it was self-preservation. A lifetime of harboring a massive secret that, okay, might not get you carted off in a straitjacket these days, but definitely wouldn't make it easy for you to go through life normally. He'd seen people ostracized for less. Like Katelynn who, a week before her death, had been spurned by her scene kid friends because she'd admitted to being a fan of Hilary Duff.

"Do you have to get anything from the library, then?" Mr. Anderson wanted to know, the V between his brows deepening when his phone buzzed in his blazer pocket. The third time in the short minutes since he'd found you.

"No." You said, cowed, even though you shouldn't be. He'd been the one whose conduct had been inappropriate. He should be begging for your forgiveness, not making you feel terrible like it was his job. "I swear, I won't let it happen again."

Wally's blood boiled.

"See that it doesn't." Mr. Anderson warned. His phone buzzed again. "Get your things and go home."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Anderson unpocketed and checked his phone as another call lit up the screen. Private, the caller ID claimed.

"You'll have to use the main entrance." He said, already backing away, "Everything else is locked up." Then he leveled you with a dark look of authority, "I assume you can make your own way out?"

Wally could feel the tension in your muscles, could hear your heart stutter behind your ribs. His fingers twitched, itching to bust the man's head right off his shoulders. And, damn, when had he last felt such violent inclinations? Even against those prima donna bullies, the rage hadn't distended into anything remotely close to this.

"Yeah, I..." You cleared your throat, "Yes."

Mr. Anderson retreated and took the next call that came through, his bark of, "Give me a minute," resonating through the empty hallway as he disappeared around the corner.

As soon as he was out of sight, Wally spun on his heel to face you. You shrunk against your locker, arms folded around your middle and eyes faraway, chewing the inside of your bottom lip as you lost yourself in thought.

Wally moved into your bubble, the connection between you calmed, and smoothed his hands down your waist; one into the back pocket of your jeans, the other gliding back up and into your hair.

He pulled you gently against him, tucked your head under his chin and asked, "You good, pretty girl?"

He felt you nod into his chest, "Yeah. That was just every shade of weird imaginable. Something was off about him." You leaned away just enough to gaze up at Wally. "He's usually so...friendly."

Wally pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "I don't want you to stick around, babe. I don't trust that dude not to do something stupid if he finds you again."

"For real?" You sounded stunned, "Him?"

"Honestly? Yeah. He was giving off serious Bundy vibes. You didn't do anything wrong and he acted like you'd cold-cocked his mama." Wally glared in the direction Mr. Anderson had gone, concluding, "Maybe he's the reason Maddie's blood was splattered all over the boiler room."

"Jesus, Wally, it wasn't a Fear Street massacre." You shunned the idea, disentangling yourself from him to open your locker. After a moment of reflection, "Do you really think he's capable?"

As you grabbed your backpack and started to shove what you needed into it, Wally leaned on the locker beside yours, shrugging, "Like I said, Bundy vibes. And I can't stop him if he decides to come back with a machete, so please," he implored, "Get your stuff and let's go."

Thankfully, you took his advice without further argument. Pulled on your leather jacket, slung your backpack over one shoulder, and held your hand out for Wally to take as if it was something you did all the time.

Champagne-fizz burst in Wally's chest as he accepted the invitation, lacing your fingers together and setting a leisurely but purposeful pace toward the atrium.

"So," He began, "You lie like that often?"

Shame bled into your features as you cast your gaze to the ground. You didn't look at him when you said, "Only when I have to."

"Do you have to do it a lot?"

"More than I'd like, yeah." You shrugged, audibly unhappy about the fact. "Trust me, it's not that I want to. But my family has a strict No One Can Know policy when it comes to our..." You lifted your free hand and air-quoted, "gifts."

Wally bumped into your side sportively. He took a beat to consider his question before he asked it, unsure if he was ready to hear anything other than what he wanted to. "Do you feel like you have to lie to me?"

You stopped and drew Wally back the two steps he'd taken ahead. Looking him square in the eye, you promised, "I'm not going to lie to you, Wally. About anything. Ever." Once he nodded to accept he understood, you moved along, "And anyway, you're now in on the one thing I have to lie about. So, unless I'm under a Fidelius Charm, I honestly don't have anything else to hide."

"A what charm?"

"Do we not have Harry Potter in the library?" You asked as if to no one in particular.

"Oh man, yeah. Rhonda got really into those books for awhile." Wally sloped toward you to stage-whisper by your ear, "She's a total nerd for them. Says she's a Slytherin." Wally straightened and snickered, "Whatever that means. She'd kill me if she ever found out I told you."

You drew an X over your heart, "I won't tell a soul," before you released Wally's hand to push the door to the atrium open with both of yours.

As he followed you down the ramp toward the front entrance, Wally was unable to ignore the elephant in the room any longer, "When were you going to tell me you could teleport?"

It startled a laugh out of you, the kind that starts with a snort. A wave of fondness washed over Wally and he grinned stupidly at you, all teeth and soft eyes.

"I can't." You corrected. Rather, "I can, uhm, project...astrally."

Whoa. You were officially the coolest person Wally had ever known.

A barrage of questions threatened to spill out of him, ranging from reasonable to unhinged. And who could blame him? Normal people couldn't leave their bodies at will and surf the cosmos!

"Astral projection is real?" He asked in as even a tone as he could manage.

"Being a ghost is real." You countered bluntly.

And, "Touché." He conceded, "But you can't blame a guy for being surprised when something out of the Twilight Zone can happen in real life."

You seesawed your head, lips adopting a playful smile. God, you were beautiful. "Fair." You said, winking at Wally who was then forced to swallow the need to pick you up and pin you to the nearest wall with his mouth.

The air was crisp when you both exited the school. He walked you to the picnic tables near the bus stop, resting on the end of a tabletop and pulling you between his legs. Like this, you were pressed flush against him, body fitted so perfectly into his.

The connection rumbled and flared, erupting volcano-hot, piloting Wally's actions. He slid his hands from your waist down to squeeze the pert swell of your ass, and dragged your hips against his.

You gasped, delicate, and let your head fall to the side to expose the column of your neck. Wally took advantage. Brushed his dry lips from your collar to the hinge of your jaw, little darts of tongue and drags of teeth.

"Fuck, baby, you don't know what you do to me," He groaned, his dick fattening in his sweatpants. And he sure as shit meant it. The connection between you was driving him crazy, keeping teenage boy hormones in check an impossible battle.

He rolled his hips, chasing the friction, using the leverage he had with his hands in your back pockets to drag you into his lap. He rearranged himself on the table, slid back to sit more comfortably, and encouraged you to rut against him.

Wally kissed you like it was the last time, like this was the only chance he'd ever have to do it. Slow, deep, slick. The sounds you made, fuck, wanton and needy; moans and gasps and punched-out sighs.

And then, because, of fucking course 'and then'—your phone buzzed right in Wally's palm. Long, sequential blitzes of vibration. A phone call.

You groaned in annoyance, taking your phone when Wally graciously handed it to you, and answered.

"Hey," You greeted, head on Wally's shoulder and body still.

His mama had raised a gentleman, he reminded himself and curled his long arms around you in a loose embrace, repeating football stats in his mind to cool his erection.

"Yeah," You were saying, "Yeah, I know, but I got caught up in the...Well, mom's a big girl, I'm sure she can find someone else to shake the floorboards this one time."

Wally tried to give you an inquiring look but the angle was too awkward, so instead he filed that tidbit away for later, above astral projection but below In Betweens. And, shit, that's right, you were both supposed to discuss your fritzy ghost powers, not dry hump on school property. Oops.

You growled, climbing off of Wally altogether and hopping to the ground, pacing as you expressed with sarcasm and sass, "Why don't you get your new husband to do it, or are we still keeping him in the dark about the family business?"

Wally barely made out the, "Could you stop being such a selfish little brat for o—" before you hung up on who Wally surmised was your sister. With your back to him, he couldn't tell how you felt about the exchange, but from the tension in your shoulders and how forcibly measured your breathing had become, he thought it was safe to assume not great.

"You guys don't get along?" He ventured.

On a last, heavy breath, you twirled back around, "Actually, we get along really well." You sucked your teeth, "It's our mom's choice of occupation that puts us at each other's throats." Wally knew what was coming, couldn't soften the disappointment. "I gotta go." You said regretfully.

He plastered on a smirk, aiming for levity but sounding too dismayed to stick the landing, "You'd think the universe didn't want us to help Maddie."

In what Wally could only describe as a fit of absolutely fucking not, you strode right up to him, slung your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hot, middle-finger-to-the-sky kiss.

"Fuck the universe," You said when you parted, breathless, perfect, his, "I'll come in early tomorrow. Like, seven-thirty-early. Can you meet me in the parking lot?"

Repeating his words from earlier, "Anything for you, pretty girl," Wally vowed, grinning at the prospect of cuddling up somewhere intimate with you in the morning.

Although his thoughts weren't wholly innocent, he recognized within himself the genuine desire to do anything to be near you, for however long you'd give him. Whether that was two minutes or two hours, Wally would be grateful.

"Great," You smiled, bright against the dark autumn evening, "I'll see you then."

A final, sweet stamp of your lips to Wally's cheek and you went on your way, Wally having to watch as you stepped over the boundary of the school grounds and into a world where he couldn't follow.

"Can't wait," He uttered and the connection between you both quieted completely.

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PART NINE - PART ELEVEN

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[psykheofthestars]

Appearance headcanons for the Zeldas

Out of all the Zeldas, Aurora resembles Sky the most. The only major difference is that Aurora has auburn hair. One of the traits that nobody ever points out is how they both have ever-lasting eyebags. They do this out of respect.

Dawn's dress is green, white and red.

Lullaby has one red eye and one blue eye. She usually has a glamour on to make sure her eyes are blue.

Dusk has scars from when she was a puppet. She despises them and now wears outfits that hide her whole body.

Sun has a really bad burn scar on her ankle from when she was chained in the Earth Temple.

Artemis has burns from when she helped push the Master Sword back into her pedestal. There was a lot of overflowing dark energy at the time which ended zapping her hands.

It's very common to see Flora with oil stains in her clothes. She somehow manages to wash them out in record time.

Dot has not broken a single bone since her first adventure. Some might say that her bones are rock hard! Tetra shares this trait.

Fable's hair is perpetually messy. Styla has given up on trying to tame it.

[nana-b0b]

Horse racing

The name Ran means "orchid" (蘭) and is the name of this short graphic novel.

Ran's name is inspired more exactly by the black orchids, which are the most exotic within their kind, moreover, there is some symbolism with The Garden of Earthly Delights (Bosch's painting) and all its hidden meanings, in part and summarized: the most beautiful orchids in the hands of man.

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|| We have more around here and we have her name! "She" is Aurora Imagawa, a special grade sorceress with a very very scandalous past but who is currently in Sukuna's hands... we'll find out why.

So who is Guido? An ancestor of Aurora's who had her same curse, who we know here as "the Meiji era girl" but now has a temporary name and will have a story to tell us about her... and her favorite son, Choso.

The story of Guido and Aurora can be interspersed, sometimes there will be drawings of Aurora, and others of Guido, I'm not doing things in chronological order because I would have to explain a lot of things and sometimes I like to keep the mystery.

Some notes:

♡Guido was born with a very out of the ordinary beauty, she has a sleepy and tired look most of the time but is a very astute young lady.

♡Her mother was very annoyed with her horse because it was not straight like her sisters and not black like hers, she has a very dark auburn warmth in her hair, also, her eyebrows are a bit thick breaking with the beauty standards of the time.

♡Her eyes are light blue, her mother says she is "too much water" bad omen, she should have been born with brown eyes like her sisters, rooted to the earth like the cherry tree.

♡Aurora has one of Guido's moles, the one next to her lip.

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Nana's notes:

Thanks to everyone who is supporting these drawings, I really appreciate it very much and I hope to continue working with this story because I would like to show you more things and make it your afternoon novella! something to read for a while and think during the day.

I saw a lot of people excited to write inspired by this story and I just want to say one thing: take your pen and do it!

And remember: if you publish it don't hesitate to tag me so I can see it, I would love to be able to read it and even be able to continue to be inspired for storytelling.

I'm very excited to inspire more artists with my graphic pieces, in a way it's my goal to take care of the details, the scenes, the gestures of each drawing, because I want you to feel it as much as I do (this is also closely related to why Aurora's face is so little seen or always covered, keeping her face gives that air of mystery and gives way to the possibility of imagining that she could be your OC or... you).

[justpeaxchy]

The Discovery pt 4

Warnings: kinda angsty chapter, Hiccup and Evelynn talk it out. A few mentions of her struggling to breathe - sort of like a panic attack. A/n: I did a bit of research on how Toothless' saddle works, so hopefully it played out correctly for this chapter lol. If not, forgive me. Hiccup x !fem oc! previous chapter,

"C'mon, girl, we can do this." Evelynn tapped Aurora's neck as the light fury inhaled, preparing a deadly blast that could tear down mighty trees, before releasing it with an immense sound, the air around them seeming to tremble by the small explosion. The purple sparks were left floating into nothing but invisible particles as both dragon and rider dived into the clearing smoke from the blast, being enclosed in colors of black and blue-violet.

Everything became a blur as Evelynn felt weightless, the wind drowning out all other noises as they flew across the fields of the sky, tearing through the clouds that hovered close by. The strength of the light fury could be felt through the gusts of air as she continually pushed forward, muscles flexing with each vigorous movement. Soon enough, the once visible dragon and young woman were nowhere to be found as they disappeared through the mixed colors of the blast before them.

Hiccup glanced back at the two that were supposed to be there behind him, no longer as surprised as he first was when he didn't find neither of them. Thankfully, he wasn't deaf, so he heard everything that happened with Aurora as she - somehow - became "invisible" to him and Toothless. The only problem was, he had no clue where they might be now.

"Toothless, you sure you can't do the same thing, bud?" He patted his dragon on the neck, as though trying to bribe him into copying the actions the light fury could do, before he got a single slap from a black-scaled ear. "Alright, I get it! But can you at least tell me where she is-"

The sound of a loud screeching had startled Hiccup as it suddenly took over all of his senses, his hands tightening on his saddle. It sounded oddly familiar to the dragon he was riding on - which left him indecisively choosing between feeling nervous and excited. It wasn't long before he managed to catch Aurora speeding towards him with a diligence sparked in her eyes that he could only hope for, too enraptured by the abilities of the dragon to even scream. While he was distracted, she extended out her legs to grab a hold of him and swiftly hauled him off Toothless with ease.

It was only when he realized he was hanging onto Aurora for his dear life that he shouted, gripping the white scales of her leg with as much strength as he could muster. "H-hey, Evelynn! Y'know Toothless can't fly on his own, right? What're you doing?" His sarcasm was still evident in his voice even the in the situation he was in, causing the young woman he had called out for to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm very much aware, Hiccup." Evelynn spared a glance down to see the man they had successfully grabbed off of a dragon, another triumphant smirk forming on her lips as Aurora dived onto a nearby clearing of snow, similar to the one Valka had taken them before she left with CloudJumper, also leaving behind a conversation Hiccup dreaded and wished that it would have gone in a different direction. "Maybe you should learn not to touch my hair next time!" She faked a wide smile, watching as he kicked the air in vain at her answer.

With his own auburn hair in a frizz, he finally found the ground beneath his feet as an immense relief when Aurora landed him with a thump. "What - what is it with you and hair? And can we please go help Toothless-" He helplessly reached out his hands as the two darted back to his dragon, who was struggling to fly in place as he continued to descend closer to the open waters below him. He didn't think his friend would do something this rash, yet he still trusted her enough to hope that she would somehow get Toothless to at least avoid drowning.

Evelynn held onto Aurora as she flew to get in close range with Toothless while he roared and bellowed as he struggled to stay above the approaching water. "Alright, girl, you're gonna have to let me go for this one, okay?" She pursed her lips when she received a begrudging grumble, rubbing Aurora's neck while she flapped her wings against the wind and began to slow down as they neared Toothless. "I know, I know. I promise I won't go riding other dragons after this."

With a final push, Aurora screeched as they became much more closer to their target, making Evelynn carefully stand upright on the back of the white scales of the light fury as she encircled Toothless. Steadying her breath, the young dragon rider leapt off Aurora and hauled herself onto the night fury as she gripped the saddle and moved her feet in the right position. She had been paying attention to how Hiccup rode Toothless, keeping notes on the certain locks he placed on the artificial fin for his tail - the ones she had seen so far at least. She took note that the side where his prosthetic was usually placed in would have to be ignored by her since she didn't have anything similar to that, leaving her with just one choice.

Evelynn quickly snapped her heel into the right pedal of the saddle, hearing the fin being opened. Toothless immediately unlocked the vast length of his wings, the black scales of the night fury glistened underneath the beaming sunlight as he vigorously strove against the vehement gusts of wind that pushed them back, saving them both from the depths of the ocean that splashed dangerously close to their proximity. Toothless managed to splash up some water as he narrowly dodged being fully drenched, his legs and tail scraping just above the small waves.

Exhilaration filled Evelynn as she felt the night fury roar beneath her while he flapped towards the small clearing Hiccup remained at. "C'mon, almost there.." Toothless folded his wings in as he dived towards the ground, slightly wobbling but keeping himself in the air as he prepared to stop just above the ground so they wouldn't crash. With just his tail fin being opened and locked into one place, it was difficult to do any complicated turns or twists, making Evelynn only hope for the best as he continued to race against the wind.

Toothless, with a final shriek, opened his wings once more and allowed the wind to carry him before pushing himself to hover above the ground, dipping towards the snow as he landed with a grunt. Aurora soon followed after them, her ears twitching as she was forced to watch her friend ride another dragon.

Evelynn clung onto the night fury, remaining still and rigid in her spot on Toothless, who shook his head as though to get rid of a fly. He must have sensed her overwhelmed self due to the tilt of his head he motioned in her direction, gazing at her with brilliant, glowing, green eyes that were widened with curiosity and the aftermath of their flight. His black scales stood out among the pure white that surrounded them all, causing Evelynn to be entranced by the breathtaking appearance. Toothless was one of a kind, even different from Aurora, and she just had the privilege to even sit on a dragon like him. She had long forgotten that this all started because of her hair.

The adrenaline still left its residue on her as she began to shakily step off of Toothless while he watched her with a cautious countenance. Evelynn now began to feel guilty for what she had done; she pulled Hiccup away from his dragon, took advantage of it and rode Toothless with no experience on his saddle, probably panicking the creature for the moment when everything happened. It was meant to be a joke, something to look back on and say "I won." Now, she definitely felt like she just lost - even though she might've gained a fond reputation to herself that she had actually ridden a night fury, all without his full consent.

Hiccup's footsteps rang in her ears as she continued to gaze at Toothless, he too not moving an inch, as they waited for one to move first. When the young man's voice came, it was all translated into a blur as the two inspected each other, searching for something Evelynn couldn't describe in words. Would she ever find what she was looking for? Would she even find it in the dragons? Better yet, would she be able to find it in Aurora?

"Evelynn!" Hiccup grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to break out of whatever daze she was in and look into his forest green eyes instead. She blinked, overwhelmed by what she felt, that she didn't think properly when she nearly tripped on her own feet. Her arms were met with Hiccup's as he caught her and stood her upright, worry being evident on his face. "Are you okay? Why would you do that?"

Aurora gently rubbed her head against the young woman, her tail wrapping around her figure as Hiccup let her go. "I, uh-" Evelynn's mumble was barely heard over the small waves of the water that surrounded them as her gaze remained glued to the ground. "I'm sorry." She kept her focus on everything but the man in front of her, rubbing her dragon's head with trembling hands that didn't go unnoticed by him. "That was very stupid of me." She snorted, as though trying to appear like the situation didn't bother her.

Hiccup, already seeing past her facade, shook his head with a low sigh. "You didn't really answer my question." He stepped closer so that his boot touched Aurora's tail, his attention never leaving every movement Evelynn made. "Are you okay?"

Her hands continued to glide across the light fury's head, eyes stubbornly focused on the snow that crunched with Hiccup's footsteps. "Yeah, I'm fine. You should probably go check on Toothless - see if I did anything to mess his saddle up or something."

Aurora slowly padded away from the two, seeing that Hiccup wasn't any threat, as he nodded his head with a silent thanks towards the dragon. "He's fine, Evelynn, he's right here with us, see?" He gestured at Toothless who gladly stepped forward, nudging him as he did. When all she offered him was a glance, he tried to catch her gaze once again but she had looked back to the ground. "Now I'm gonna ask you again. Are you okay?"

Evelynn scoffed as she began to walk away from him. "You already asked that question. I said I'm fine. I'm standing on my own two feet, aren't I?" Her hand was caught by another's, halting her right in her tracks, causing her to look back at the culprit. "Let me go, Hiccup. Shouldn't you be mad at me for what I've done?"

"I was for a time being, but," His grip became loose as he spoke, "overtime I couldn't find myself to be angry at you." He gave her a gentle smile while she considered his words, a realization striking her once she figured out what he was speaking on.

"This isn't about Toothless, is it?" She muttered, narrowing her eyes at the man who lightly shook his head, letting her hand go as he swung his arms in anticipation. Evelynn groaned, turning around with a frustrated shrug. "If you want to know why I didn't come back to Berk, I'm not telling you anything right now."

"C'mon, Evelynn! I've waited this whole time! The least you could do is explain yourself-"

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Hiccup!" She threw her arms out in exasperation before walking in the opposite direction.

"I mean, you're gonna have to eventually! You can't just expect me to be all handy-dandy with the fact that you've been hiding in a dragon cave for the past five years with my mother!" Hiccup followed after her with more of a struggle, the snow being more deeper than the previous land they were on. "Plus, you're alive! I thought you were dead this whole time too! You gotta explain why you didn't come back a-and-"

"What did you expect, Hiccup!? I had no clue how to fly a dragon when I first came here. Even when I did learn, how would you want me to navigate Aurora back to Berk in the first place? I was passed out mostly the whole way here and I-" She paused to catch her breath, still taking rigid steps away from the person who was, once again, chasing after her. She was slightly thankful it wasn't in the midst of jagged rocks this time, although that did give her an advantage to be more ahead of him then. "If I did come back, what do you think Berk would've said?"

Hiccup nearly tripped as he followed her, his footprints becoming one with hers. "What?"

"You know that I mean! People weren't exactly 'buddy-buddy' with dragons when I got taken, Hiccup." She forced her legs to keep plowing through the snow that clung onto her ankles - which only slowed her down. "I didn't know that you had somehow managed to change every single person's mind about the whole thing while I was gone. I couldn't go back because of-"

Evelynn interrupted herself, her breathing becoming more of a struggle to operate with. "Just -- nevermind."

"No, wait! What's your reason? I need to know-"

"Oh, let me guess, Hiccup! You only want me to share my 'reasons' because I'm guessing that your mother told you hers-"

Hiccup staggered in his steps, becoming more closer to her. "Yes she did-"

"And you feel that you have the right to ask me and expect an answer from me too!" She finished, now turning to stand in front of Hiccup as she threw her arms out in frustration. "That's not how this works-"

"No, that's not what I was thinking!" He stumbled, having to abruptly stop himself from running onto her. "I finally get to see you-" He gestured his hands to the spikes that guarded the place where Valka and the dragons stayed as he continued, "with my mother as well, may I remind you," Evelynn rolled her eyes at his specification, "and all I've been getting - mostly this whole time - was you trying to push me back again."

"Well I didn't ask for you to come over here, did I?" She muttered, trying to make him back off by her harsh tone. Hiccup, however, was known for his stubbornness. It was evident in the way he took her shoulders in his hands, trying to look her in the eye as she found the snow more important to look at.

"Look, I know you didn't like to share a lot back then. But for this one instance, can you at least tell me why you stayed?" He could tell the question seemed to further upset the young woman that he held onto by the manner in which she shook her head.

"You're just asking the same question-"

Hiccup gently let go of her shoulders to instead grab ahold of her wrists. "No. It's not the same question. Evelynn, why did you stay here?" He paused, examining her face for any further clue on how she was feeling, "With the dragons?" He specified, hoping it would improve her understanding of his words.

Evelynn tore her gaze away from the snow, staring wide eyed at the man before her. "I.. this is a stupid question, Hiccup." She took a deep breath in, trying to inhale properly as she felt the world close in on her. She didn't think the day would come when she got confronted by the very thing she tried to leave behind.

"It's really not." He mumbled, attention never leaving her even as Aurora and Toothless watched closely.

"Why does it matter so much to you anyway..?"

"Because! Do you think I wouldn't be asking this question after I just discovered that you're alive? I cared about you then and I still do."

Evelynn lightly shook her head, "We just met again today. How can you still care if we haven't seen each other in five years-"

Hiccup tightened his hold on her wrists in the slightest as he spoke. "Just because you were gone for five years doesn't mean I forgot about you." He exhaled, as though finally pushing through the atmosphere of frustration that they were in just mere moments ago. "About us."

Evelynn remained silent after his statement, a surprised expression taking over her face as she could only try to breath properly. Then, without much strength or willpower left to resist the very thing she had wanted to do since the second she saw him, Evelynn allowed herself to fall into Hiccup's arms, her figure vaguely palpitating as he was quick to hold her in return. "M' sorry I didn't come back-" Her voice was muffled, being being tucked into his shoulder, "I-I stayed because of the dragons, Hiccup. I felt like I had finally found my place here with Valka - like I actually had a role to play and.."

Her breathing came in short rigid motions while she spoke, alarming Hiccup while he tried to calm her down in the capacity he had available to him in that moment: soothingly rubbing her back as she continued. "I always felt like I was just floating around in Berk. I was trying so hard to fit into the standards that was getting placed on me of being a normal viking but I couldn't find it in myself to kill a dragon when it was right in front of me!" The grip she placed on the leather of his arm became tighter, her breathing still coming as a struggle.

Hiccup found himself lightly smiling, a bittersweet one if he were to describe it. "Looks like we weren't that different after all then."

Evelynn still spoke, whether she heard what he said or not went undetermined. "T-these dragons, Hiccup, are nothing like we thought they were!" She pulled herself away from their hug, wildly gesturing her arms in nearly every direction, "Sure, they're still sort of dangerous if you threaten them.. b-but once you truly discover who they are, it changes everything!" Her childhood friend stood bewildered at her speech, his awe-filled gaze going unnoticed by her. "They're intelligent, loving, creatures that aren't always out to kill just for the sake of it! They're trying to survive and thrive like any other being would .. a-and if I went back to Berk with this knowledge.."

She tilted her head down, a grievous frown appearing on her lips, "I don't know how I would live - now that I've seen they weren't what we've been taught our whole lives, I couldn't go and train to kill one. My father probably would have gotten rid of me anyways if I came back and told him all of this stuff..." Evelynn exhaled, her breath still shaking - although not as much as before. "Berk was a land of killed or be killed and I was sick of it! Here, with Valka, we didn't have to worry about constantly thinking if we would die today because of another raid!"

The young woman kicked the ground, more snow traveling onto her boot with the movement. "Plus, if I somehow managed to come back, I knew you and everyone else would be angry that I was practically lying this whole ti-"

Hiccup gave her no time to finish as he swiftly embraced her, yet again, in another hug. The grin on his face grew when he heard her yelp in surprise by the sudden repeated action. "Okay, okay. I'll stop you right there because I wouldn't be angry." He took the risk and decided to make a sarcastic joke, all in the name of enlightening the mood, "Well, not at first." Evelynn was quick to recover as she shoved him away from her, a daring glint in her eyes as he mockingly held up his hands in surrender. "B-but, hey! Seriously, I understand what you're saying and I'm pretty sure I would have when I was 15 too."

He dusted himself off from imaginary dirt because of Evelynn's push as he gestured in the direction his dragon sat in. "I have Toothless now because I wouldn't kill him either. I looked at him-" The night fury stepped next to him as he nudged Hiccup with his head, earning an embrace from him while he continued, "and I saw myself. Isn't that right, bud?" He smiled when Toothless affectionately cooed, a gummy smile placed on the dragon's mouth.

Evelynn was left speechless, a baffled glow remaining in her eyes as she watched the two interact. She watched the boy, who had now grown into a young man, hug the very dragon he swore to catch and kill. The night fury purred one final time before catching her gaze, hopping over to her as she held out her hand. Toothless nudged her arm, silently telling her to embrace him in the same mannerism Hiccup had done. She chose instead to gently rub his ears, learning certain spots to avoid over the years while she carefully allowed her hands to graze over the black scales.

"See, you get it." Evelynn mumbled, her focus remaining on Toothless while he closed his eyes, basking in the scratches she was giving him.

Hiccup nodded, although she couldn't see it, as he stepped closer, hearing Aurora come closer by the snow being crunched underneath her. "It's not just me who gets it now, Ev. People back at home see them just like us."

Evelynn's movements came to an end, simultaneously causing Toothless to whine at her actions, while she narrowed her eyes. "You used the nickname? Why?" Her voice came out with an intimidating tone, unbeknownst to her of course, as Hiccup nervously chuckled, swinging his arms as he cleared his throat.

"Yeah... I-I mean I don't have to use that.. if.. you don't want me to - uhm.." Aurora suddenly appeared next to him, what sounded like a form of laughter erupting from the light fury.

Evelynn remembered, in that moment, Hiccup calling her that name a few times when he was brave enough, mostly because it always left him with a bruise somewhere on his arm after he used it. She was slightly confounded by it, having not heard it in five years, but she found herself muttering out the words: "No.. you can, uh, call me that if you'd like.. I guess."

She resumed her scratches on Toothless' ear as Hiccup sighed out in relief, shocked that she had even agreed to it. "Well... great!" He continued swinging his arms, a little annoyed that his dragon left him for Evelynn. Aurora, as though sensing his displeasure, nudged him for the first time, almost immediately getting his attention. The light fury rolled her eyes before lifting his hand up to allow it to fall on her head, encouraging him to give her the same treatment. "Ah.. you only came to me for some head rubs.."

Hiccup grimaced as Aurora blinked at him, standing still in her spot as she waited for him to do something. He caved in after a short few seconds, gently rubbing on top of her head and whispering his opinion to the dragon as she purred. "What's so special about her ear rubs and scratches anyway... I'm sure Toothless would agree I'm much better at-" He choked on his words when he glanced at Evelynn with the night fury who now laid at her feet on his back, similar to what he had did with Valka. "Or.. I was wrong."

Aurora grumbled, jealousy practically radiating off of her as she crankily sat down. "Woops, sorry." Evelynn shrugged, a knowing grin plastered over her lips. If anything, Hiccup was glad that she wasn't in the same mood from their earlier conversation - which, in reality, wasn't long ago at all. He intently surveyed her as she stepped forward, coming closer to him through the thicket of the snow that dragged their feet with each movement. "He'll get up in a couple.. minutes."

Her eyes shone with the familiar mischief once more as Hiccup jokingly groaned. "Gee, thanks. Looks like you'll have to wait with me then."

Evelynn stiffly shook her head. "Nope." She specified the 'p' as her lips popped at the letter before she quickly lifted her hand and ruffled his auburn hair, startling him in the process. "Just you." She smiled at his facial expression, trotting away right when he wanted to say something. He briefly glanced back to see her mounting Aurora while she snickered quietly to herself, saluting him before they left the small clearing of snow, the light fury creating another plasma blast that made them invisible yet again.

Hiccup brought his own hand to his hair, not fully caring if it was messed up or not, still gaping at what had happened. He heard Toothless make some strange noises as he remained on the ground but it became deaf to his ears as he stared at the spot Evelynn stood in before she left. Now, he suddenly knew why the dragons had liked her head rubs so much, even if it was just for a moment that he experienced it.

[miasmaghoul]

Hiii could we get Mount and any ghoulette/ghoul of your choice slow dancing to cute music while under the stars? Thank you 🩷

-🐬

"You have terrible rhythm."

"I do not!"

Aurora scowls, arms crossed over her chest. Mountain raises an eyebrow, staring down at the little ghoulette. She tries to look threatening, despite him having at least two feet on her. Mountain seems unaffected.

"It's a basic waltz, Ro," he chuckles, striding over to reset the turntable for what must be the hundredth time tonight. "You just have to count to four."

"Says the drummer," she grumbles, picking at a cuticle. "With the mile long legs."

"And yet you're the one stepping on toes," he teases, gesturing at his newly scuffed boots. "I think my point stands."

Aurora sticks her tongue out at him and Mountain lets out a snort. Leans down to tuck a stray pale lavender curl behind her ear. It's the color of the week, matches her nails and eyeshadow and makes the silvery sheen of her eyes stand out. She's pouting at him, but Mountain still rubs their noses together.

"It's alright, petal." He takes her hand in his and brushes his lips over her knuckles. "You're still learning, and I've got all night. After all," he gestures at their surroundings, "this is just for you."

It's true, and a light dusting of pink crests Aurora's cheeks at the sincerity in his eyes.

The outdoor pavilion - usually reserved for celebrations and formal events - is truly a sight to behold tonight. Decked out in fairy lights and flowering vines that fill the summer air with with the heady scent of jasmine and wisteria, the only other light provided by the waning moon and sparkling stars overhead. A surprise, Mountain had told her. A little something just for her - dinner and dancing under the stars.

Except Aurora can't dance. At least not like this.

"I know," she mutters, straightening her skirt. She's glad she chose this dress - a flowy, sleeveless number in the palest shade of green, the hem embroidered with a vaguely floral design. It's Mountain's favorite. "I just..." she crosses her ankles, fidgets with one of her rings. "I thought I'd be better at it, is all."

Mountain tilts his head, hooks his thumbs in his pockets. He looks nice too, dressed in a light beige button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark jeans. Casual, but elegant in a way that suits him. The gold flecks in his emerald eyes stand out in the glow of the lights around them, as do the auburn streaks in his mousy hair. He looks beautiful, and it makes Aurora's belly warm to know it's just for her.

"You just started," Mountain rumbles, "no one's perfect without practice, Ro."

"I know, I know." She shakes her head, chews the inside of her cheek. "But I've seen you dance with Cu," she admits, quiet, "and she's so...so good, and I don't know why I can't -"

"Snowflake," Mountain interrupts, resting those huge hands on her slight shoulders, "do you know why Cumulus can dance like that?"

Aurora shakes her head, shifting foot to foot. Mountain's looking down at her with a gleam in his eye, a curl at the corner of his mouth.

"It's her vessel."

Aurora raises an eyebrow.

"The body Cumulus claimed when she was summoned," he explains and, well, she knows what a vessel is, but Mountain continues before she can balk. "It belonged to a ballroom dancer."

Aurora blinks up at him.

"Not exclusively, of course," he continues, "she also used to lead the human choir, but -"

"Really?"

She can't help the interruption. It's just such a surprise; she knows that most ghouls inherit skills possessed by the humans whose forms they inhabit, but she never would have guessed that was something Cumulus got.

"Really," Mountain confirms with a nod, his hands drifting down her sides to rest on her hips. "So I think it's safe to say you're making an unfair comparison."

"What did my body - my vessel used to do?" She can't help the curiosity, she's yet to find anything she's good at besides singing. "Did you know her too?"

"Hmm..." Mountain traces her hip bones while he considers the question, and it gives her the tinglies. "I think she worked in the kitchens, but since you could burn cereal..."

"Hey!" She gives his chest a playful slap and Mountain grins.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." The ghoul leans down again, nuzzles the crown of her head. "I'm not sure, Ro, but don't worry." He stands again, his smile kind. "You'll find your thing, I'm sure of it."

Mountain leans down for a quick kiss, and Aurora rolls up onto her tiptoes to meet him. She can still taste the wine they shared on his lips.

"But for now," he murmurs, stepping close enough to rest a hand on her lower back, "may I have this dance?"

Aurora flashes him a toothy smile, getting her hands in their proper places. She flicks a finger towards the record player, sends a gust of cool wind to knock the needle into place, and Mountain hums in approval.

"We'll start slower this time, alright?" Aurora nods, settles into his gentle hold. "Just follow my lead."

The music flows around them, carried by the sweet summer breeze, and as Mountain counts out the steps Aurora hopes this night never ends.

[jwi-sys-resources]

Hi can we get names and maybe pronouns for a bakugo fictive?

Indeed, you can! Themes used include fire, pride, and colors such as red, yellow, and orange.

Fire Themed Names

Blaze, Ember, Cyra, Phoenix, Aiden, Apollo, Leo, Calcifer, Amber, Pyro, Flare, Flair, Rory, Flint, Bridget, Helen, Helena, Soliel, Elio

Names Meaning "Pride" (or themed after pride)

Vanity, Maximilian, Max, Icarus, Cain, Caine, Don, Fierce

Red Themed Names

Poppy, Garnet, Ruby, Jasper, Scarlett, Adam, Carmine, Rose, Auburn, Crimson, Cherry, Reed, Rowan, Carnelian

Orange Themed Names

Ginger, Clementine, Autumn, August, Saffron, Aurora, Topaz, Clay, Copper, Sorrel

Yellow Themed Names

Marigold, Daisy, Sunny, Dahlia, Honey, Blane, Blaine, Boyd, Cyrus, Helio, Bowie, Sol, Citrine

Pronoun Sets

boom/booms/boomself

blast/blasts/blastself

py/pyro/pyros/pyroself

flame/flames/flameself

spark/sparks/sparkself

dyna/mite/dynas/mites/dynamiteself

smoke/smokes/smokeself

pop/pops/popself

bang/bangs/bangself

fire/fires/fireself

burn/burns/burnself

ex/explode/explodes/explodeself

T/N/Ts/TNTself

[ftwkcomic]

Aurora Auburn 2023

"And now for the woman you've all been waiting for, the two belt women's championship title holder, the fire of the Octagon arena, the one and only AURORA AUBURN!!!" Suzy's been managing some UFC fights for the legendary MMA fighter, Aurora Auburn. In seattle she wants a match with one of the White Knights for a Charity event. Let's just hope that nothing would go wrong with it. Hope you guys enjoy. c: Portfolio: https://ftwkcomicbooks.myportfolio.com

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[fearissorrowful]

Ꭵ ᏝᎧᏉᏋ ᎩᎧᏬ… (Ꭵ ᏖᏂᎥᏁᏦ?) 𝚄𝚃 𝙰𝚄'𝚂 [1]

you weren't usually the one for love... but it seems that is nothing but a lie now as you stare dreamily ahead of you. Clasping your hands together as you swoon and sway back and forth girlishly like a loser in love, except you weren't just a loser, you're a loser in a group of popular guys- your friends. must have been because you've never experienced attraction towards humans and instead monsters.

Finding it out- to be real was like a dream. still you smiled sheepishly as you hugged yourself swaying around humming softly, it was weird to onlookers yes but you didn't care not now while you were in your daze till someone snapped you out of it.

"Y/N...? you're doing that thing again..." a male dressed in a similar uniform tapped on your shoulder with a hesitant gaze in his eyes. "huh what?" you shake your head and stare back into his auburn eyes. "You're drooling over dreams BROTHER." He stated, tilting his head slightly as your arms dropped to your sides as a red hue filled the void of your face. "a-ah no I wasn't!" you tried to excuse your odd behavior sloppily as you gripped the ends of your skirt nervously knowing he wouldn't buy such an overused excuse.

He looked down at you skeptically, shaking his skull as your figure drooped crossing your arms as a pout spread across your face. "Com'on Y/N that's so overused. I know you were looking at him." The artsy male tried to reason with you as your eyes meant a soft sigh escaping your lips. "yeah- yeah. I get it, I just can't help it.." you whined. "you get a new crush every month, your basically crushing on the 'KING' himself and all of his gang, you know there no good." He scolded. "I know- I know Ink, this is my bad boy phase I'm sure I'll be over it by next year." you smiled sheepishly watching out of the corner of your eye as the 'KING; himself slithered out of your vision. The male besides you simply crossed his arms as yours came up to greet your own hands, joining them together as a dreamy sigh left your lips making the male besides you shake his head. "come on.. let's go... they are waiting for us."

He grabbed your arm causing you to squeak out a protest. "noooooo!!! Ink please!" you whine as Ink drags you away from your post, down the hall and around the corner, left- right- right- left..and finally to the parking lot. "Y/N you promised Swap, dream and I." Ink scolded again as you finally gave in head hanging low as ink literally dragged you out into the parking lot, concerning lookers and even dream himself. swap however ignored it and beamed tackling you into a rather tight hug. "Haha! Hello to you too, baby blue!"

You smiled patting his skull, he was rather tall- taller than you but you couldn't really be offended when he HAD to crouch down to your height to hug you properly, being picked up scared you when you weren't warned ahead of time, so you gave him props...though there was a few times he would forget and startle your poor soul. You smiled at him as he returned the gesture letting go of you beaming. He was nothing but a gentle giant not as tall as- horror... but still... he wasn't as short as ink..- Ink being the shortest out of all the monsters you've encountered he was just barely 3 inches taller than you... while dream was 7 inches taller and blue being the tallest of the trio. you had been there first human friend here- to your knowledge at least.

"are you okay Y/N?" dream asked placing his hands on both your shoulders gaining your attention as your gaze meant his, his aurora felt so relaxing compared to his brother's... you smiled at dream gently... your eyes softening. "I'm good-" "she was fawning over your idiotic brother again." Ink interrupted, blunt as usual. dream's smile twitched but went unnoticed by your gaze as you glanced at Ink, sticking out your tongue as he did the same. childish antics really. "Y/N-" dream caught your attention as your eyes briefly make contact with his finding it difficult to hold when he had pressed you against his chest as if he feared you'd disappear if he let go.

"yes...?" you answered hesitantly eyeing dream for his suspicious and off putting behavior. he was like nightmare in some aspects whether he chooses to believe it or not. "your too positive for them." he smiled down his eye no longer twitching in annoyance. You tilted your head. "am not." you pouted as ink and swap swooped in. swap picking you up causing you to squeak and jerk in his grasp. "I agree with Ink, you're a ball of joy!" swap grinned as ink nodded. "ALWAYS positive" Ink hummed as swap set your fidgeting form down. your sweat dropped as dream patted your shoulder smiling. "see Y/N, you're BETTER off with us. you don't need to get involved with what they do." dream seethed his smile betraying his tone as he clasped his hands together, slowly you nodded frowning before a beaming swap pushed you into Ink declaring a group hug to cheer up your frowning face.

"hahah- thanks guys...but we should get going, this parking lot is starting to look like a ghost town!" you piped jabbing a thumb towards the cars exiting the half empty parking lot, dream,swap and ink nodding along. "ah yes- i was thinking we visit a monster friendly cafe- maybe ccinos? a good friend of ours." dream smiled as ink grinned. "well- more my friend, i introduced these guys." ink boasted as swap groaned- a rare occurrence for his bubbly nature, however you notice he only seemed to dislike bad puns and jokes as of late- probably hearing them too much. reminding you of the first time you guys meant... smiling fondly at the decent memory.

~Ｆｌａｓｈ ｂａｃｋ~

"Y/N! are you sure you want to go to that- school?" a male voice called out. "of course bro, I'll be fine." you smiled idly standing kicking around dust as a shy smile spread across your lips, you'd always had a taste for the un-normal. "I know Y/N...but them... that school is full of... full of-" your brother paused his eyes scanning your figure with concern afraid for your health and safety. "what...there what..? they have Monsters?" you sneered turning on your heels. your brother sighed shaking his head. "you know what i mean Y/N... i'm just looking out for you." you lower your head briefly in thought. "I'll be safe, promise!" you beam skipping out the door as your siblings gaze lingered on your vanishing figure before down to his own hands with a anxious look in his eyes as he sighed, closing the door after you.

You hummed a light hearted tune as you skipped and ran to the bus stop awaiting for your assigned bus. when you arrived to the stop you noticed a few monsters they looked like an odd mix, one wearily trying to talk to a human who looked rather angry and annoyed, the art-y one was dazing into space seeming to not realize he was holding the wearily golden one in a awkward side hug, while the larger of the tree looked oddly concerned as he attempted to try to a different human only to be ignored. your skip slowed into a jog- than a walk as you approached. side eyeing the monsters curiously bound to approach them till the bus pulled up. The monsters following behind the other humans slowly not seeming to notice your presence as they got aboard only to be stopped by the bus driver.

"Monsters sit in thy'a back." the bus driver spat pointing to the back of the bus- that everyone seemed to be avoiding. the skeleton tried to argue the point but quickly gave up after being shouted at. you smiled innocently as they shuffled into the back of the bus huddling close to each other as they struggled under the gaze of others. you perked up realizing it was your turn to find a seat. many humans whispered back and forth between each other as they watched wide eyed as you drew pass them into the back sitting besides the skeletons you flash them a toothy smile.

"Heya! I'm Y/N."

[m4gicals]

♡           ELOISE  DAWKINS         ∶         pleasant  yet  temperamental  thirty  year  old  witch  who  goes  by  she  +  her  pronouns  and  owns  a  little  bakery  in  town  .  born  in  bruges  ,  belgium  ,  arrived  in  portum  after  tragedy  struck  her  like  thunder  during  the  dawn  of  her  childhood  ,  the  grief  of  it  often  concealed  under  sassy  remarks  and  a  gentle  expression  that  can  fool  the  smartest  of  them  these  days  .  with  the  ability  to  heal  with  the  sweets  she  bakes  ,  usually  can  be  seen  perched  on  the  edge  of  her  balcony  engrossed  in  a  book  ,  getting  her  way  with  a  simple  smile  ,  or  entering  the  woods  in  search  of  particular  ingredients  .  an  easy - going  ,  flirty  little  thing  ,  however  as  devastating  as  a  cyclone  when  wronged  ,  eloise  greatly  enjoys  how  the  breeze  coming  from  the  mountains  makes  her  dresses  swirl  ,  cuddling  with  her  cat  maan  in  the  afternoons  &  a  generous  glass  of  pinot  noir  after  a  significant  harsh  day  .  chaotic  neutral  ,  taurus  sun  &  nature  enthusiast  ,  she  identifies  as  a  lesbian  cis  woman  ,  has  the  terrible  habit  of  snacking  out  of  boredom  ,  and  will  fight  anyone  who  dares  to  even  imply  she  is  not  truly  a  portum  local .

♡           ONE     ,         BASICS  .

name :         eloise  aurora  dawkins .         nicknames :         lois  ,  elle  ,  aura  (  although  nobody  outside  her  mother  and  godmother  is  allowed  to  use  the  latter ) .         age  +  dob :         30  ,  april  27th .         birthplace :         bruges  ,  belgium .         gender  +  pronouns :         cis  woman  +  she / her .         orientation :         flirty  lesbian .         species :         witch .         element  +  gift :         earth  +  healing .         occupation :         owner  +  baker  @  the  sweetest  tooth .

♡           TWO     ,         PERSONALITY  TRAITS  .

positive :         pleasant  ,  resourceful  ,  diligent .         neutral :         curious  ,  flirtatious  ,  sassy .         negative :         quick - tempered  ,  mistrusting  ,  inconsiderate .         zodiac’s  main  three :         taurus  sun  ,  aquarius  moon  ,  aries  rising .         moral  alignment :         chaotic  neutral .         temperament :         sanguine .

♡           THREE     ,         DISTINGUISHING  FEATURES  .

big  brown  eyes  usually  gentle  and  curious  if  not  filled  with  mirth,  yet  a  blaze  gets  ignited  in  them  like  wildfire  in  the  wind  when  something  bothers  her  ;   a  gentle  smile  that  fuels  a  charming  glimpse  of  joy  in  brown  orbs  ;  petrichor  lingering  in  auburn  strands  of  hair  after  an  exploration  through  the  woods  ;  summer  dresses  bunched  up  over  creamy  thighs,  falling  between  open  legs  on  especially  warm  days  ;  the  characteristic,  confident  stroll  of  someone  who  has  grown  up  surrounded  by  love  and  respect  and  self - assurance .

♡           FOUR     ,         STORY  .

(  !  )   CW   :     MURDER,  BLOOD,  PARENTAL  DEATH,  GRIEF,  IMPLIED  PARENTAL  ABUSE,  IMPLIED  VIOLENCE,  NIGHTMARES .

“  tales  of  a  love  that  couldn’t  be  harbingered  your  fate,  a  grief  you’ve  never  managed  to  get  rid  of  always  nagging  at  your  insides,  leaving  you  gasping  for  air  before  dawn,  drowning  in  sorrow  when  morning  arrives.  ”

               “    you  were  five  years  old  the  day  they  raided  your  home    (  a  small  little  thing  close  to  the  shore  of  bruges  that  often  got  buckets  all  over  inside  on  rainy  days  ),    and  the  memories  of  that  night  only  come  to  you  in  dreams  these  days,    vivid,    chaotic  as  a  whirlwind,    quickly  morphing  into  nightmares  that  wake  you  up  sweaty  and  out  of  breath,    the  weight  of  a  thousand  bricks  over  your  chest  in  the  cruel,    aching  form  of  despair  . 

               your  mother  hid  you  in  a  closet    (  isn’t  that  ironic ?    you  joked  once,    terribly  ill - timed,    your  snicker  dying  in  a  sigh  when  you  caught  her  frown  )  ,    and  when  the  place  was  quiet  again  and  you  made  it  out,    the  first  thing  you  managed  to  catch  was  her,    sobbing,    folded  over  his  body,    forehead  pressed  against  his  bloody  chest    —    you  saw  her  shake  with  the  force  of  her  grief.    your  father,    killed  by  her  father  because  she  dared  to  love  him,    to  give  herself  to  a  poor  man,    a  simple  fisher  with  calloused  hands  that  nobody  but  you  knew  could  be  gentler  than  the  petals  of  the  gardenias  planted  on  the  windowsill  .

               she  grabbed  you  with  only  a  satchel  of  clothes  that  night,    and  the  body  of  your  father  still  lying  on  the  floor,    inert  and  abandoned  before  the  door  closed  is  the  last  memory  you  have  of  him  . 

               her  eyes  were  never  the  same  since  that  day,    but  she  still  managed  to  convey  love  and  adoration  in  them  when  she  looked  at  you,    still  managed  to  make  you  feel  safe  despite  her  despair,    despite  the  evident  desire  to  stop  existing  that  haunted  her  and  you  never  knew  about  until  later,    when  you  were  old  enough,    when  you  felt  worthless  once  and  she  scowled,    “  no  one  worthless  would  have  managed  to  keep  me  alive  like  you  did  when  all  i  wanted  to  do  was  die.  ”  

               you  never  questioned  your  value  in  this  world  again  .

               portum  came  into  view  the  day  you  turned  seven,    by  then  your  magic  was  already  thriving,    as  indomitable  as  you,    a  rampant  thunderstorm  coursing  through  your  veins,    making  pride  shine  in  the  gaze  of  your  mother.    you  settled  there  for  a  while,    until  the  next  one,    my  love,    she  assured,    but  then  she  met  her,    and  the  town  became  a  home  .

               after  two  years,    your  childhood  started  to  feel  like  a  childhood  again,    your  light  dresses  swirling  in  the  wind  whistling  from  the  shore,    smelling  like  your  father’s  hugs.      you�� made  friends  for  the  first  time  in  your  life  and  slowly,    bursting  with  confidence  under  the  protective  wing  of  your  mother  and  her,    you  became  a  woman.     

always  the  quick  study,    you  swiftly  learn  the  advantages  of  it    —    of  being  a  woman,    and  how  far  a  practiced,    stretchied-in-the-right-way  smile  could  get  you.      you  relished  in  the  power  of  your  beauty  and  your  charms,    and  how  easily  people’s  demeanor  changed  when  you  batted  your  eyelashes  a  certain  way.    it  was  intoxicating  and  fun,    even  when  your  mother  chastised  you  about  it,  half-heartedly,    the  ghost  of  a  smile  twitching  the  corners  of  her  lips,    knowing  very  well  the  fire  of  your  desires  will  always  be  an  unyielding  one  .

♡           FIVE     ,         HEADCANONS  .

i.   she  owns  a  bakery  downtown  called  the  sweetest  tooth,   it  is  a  small  shop  in  the  corner  closer  to  a  coffee  house.     the  idea  was  born  after  she  decided  to  mix  her  potion-making  abilities  with  her  baking  ones,   and  found  a  new  way  of  delivering  wishes,   healing  afflictions,   and  mending  broken  hearts.     it’s  been  open  for  five  years  and  its  success  still  managed  to  leave  her  in  awe. ii.   an  avid  reader  since  she  was  six  years  old,   her  reading  time  is  as  sacred  as  a  dog’s  food  plate    —    she  will  growl  under  her  breath  and  her  characteristic,   soft  smile  will  take  a  moment  to  appear  if  you  interrupt  her. ii.   an  avid  reader  since  she  was  six  years  old,   her  reading  time  is  as  sacred  as  a  dog’s  food  plate    —    she  will  growl  under  her  breath  and  her  characteristic,   soft  smile  will  take  a  moment  to  appear  if  you  interrupt  her. iv.   human  witch  to  a  black  cat  named  maan,   one  of  her  favorite  moments  of  the  day  is  coming  home  and  cuddling  with  her  on  the  couch.     maan  is  very  gentle  and  spoiled,   loves  being  pampered  and  meeting  new  people  or  creatures.  v.   she  has  de  ability  to  conjure  and  banish,  and  finds  way  too  much  joy  in  tricking  others  using  it,   making  things  disappear  only  to  see  their  owners  cluelessly  looking  for  them. vi.   her  conjuring  and  banishment  abilities  also  appear  when  she’s  feeling  particularly  under  the  weather,   anxious  or  annoyed,   when  she  can’t  tame  the  grief  that  suffocates  her  sometimes.     in  these  occasions,   rare  but  not  inexistent,   eloise  can  be  seen  making  absentmindedly  appear  and  disappear  the  same  object  in  her  hand  .  it’s  an  unnerving  sight  folks  ngl. vii.   everything  she  uses  for  the  bakery  and  in  her  daily  life  is  organic,  recycled,  and  recyclable,  she  even  has  her  own  little  garden  in  her  house’s  backyard  where  she  plants  her  own  fruits,  vegetables,  and  herbs. viii.   truly just a chaotic little thing, will charm you off your feet if she wants to, flirt with you without noticing, but also be slightly inconsiderate because mouth runs faster than brain. a whirlwind hard to control, has too much energy for her own good tbh.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Happy STS!

What is something that has drastically changed about one of your MCs?

Happy STS! I'm finally answering one of your asks on the correct day!

I'm going with Ash for this one.

In the original draft of TSP, her name was Aurora. That stayed for a while. When starting Draft Four, I had a character in another project (who doesn't exist anymore) named Aurora so I changed it to Ashley, feeling like an A name fit. However I found out quickly that Ash was a good nickname for her.

Design-wise, the only things she has in common with her original counterpart is fair skin (even then, not nearly as pale as she once was) and freckles. Originally, she had very long, dark brown hair with auburn tints. I cut her hair by Draft Two and just made it dark brown. At some point while working on Draft Four, I made her hair black and much shorter. I got rid of her glasses and made her eyes green (when they were at first blue-green).

Somehow, she's always had telepathy.

However, the most drastic change was her personality. "Aurora" was originally just an insert of a friend (poor, since she's very flat), but "Ash" I tried to make her own character. And her own character she became. Ash became a lot more reckless, more curious, less timid. More wanting to learn more about her powers. Driven to become better. I gave her a personality, essentially.

Her role in the story changed. She's now more than just Lexi's friend, and has an arc of her own. It's not a good one - which is another drastic change. Ash is in for a wild ride. I don't think Draft One Aurora would have come close to the telepathic probing devices because she'd faint before she got there.

Thanks for the ask!

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names

dusk, twila, andromeda, orion, aurora, aura, amaris, artemis, astra, aster, estelle, stella, aries, aurelia, lucien, rowan, penelope, iris, athena, sage, minerva, callista, callisto, juno, maeve, thea, wren, allie, alison, constellation, prince, aubrey, auburn, blair, blaine, fern, alvara

2. pronouns

ce/cer, twi/twis, shy/shyr, uni/unis, pur/purs, book/books, pen/pens, star/stars, aur/aurs, dusk/dusks, fi/fir, magic/magics, crown/crowns, pri/princess, wri/write, re/read

3. titles

the princess of friendship, the student of celestia, the ruler of equestria, the gifted unicorn, prn who wields magic, the bookish princess, the alicorn, prn who protects harmony, the magical librarian

[iamthecomet]

comet what do you think the body hair situation/preferences are for all of the ghouls?

Oh I definitely have thoughts about this. And I am always open to other ideas/thoughts about this too. Ghoul body hair is so special to me! Cumulus: Waxes everything, not for any reason other than the fact that she likes to feel smooth. Loves body hair on other people. Her hair is really pale when it does grow in--and she has a lot of it. Her partners are super into it when it's all grown in too, she just doesn't love the feeling of her own hair rubbing against things. Cirrus: Depends on the day/month. Almost never shaves her legs or armpits, but sometimes the mood strikes her and she does. Trims her bush. Sometimes shaves--but never all of it. Has dark body hair, not super thick but noticeable. She thinks it makes her sexier (she's right). Sunshine: Doesn't shave or trim anything. Loves the natural look and how crazy everyone is over her ginger happy trail. She feels naked if she shaves any of it. Her body hair is pretty fine, very soft, consistently thick over her body almost like a very thin layer of fur. Aurora: Shaves her legs and armpits. Shaves her bush, and loves to shave a little design into it--takes input from the other ghouls about what the design should be. Like Cumulus, very fair body hair, but it's sparse. She never shaves above the knee. Dewdrop: Not super hairy. What hair he does have is very fair, nearly invisible to his dismay. Trims his bush. Occasionally shaves it, but is never sure if he likes it that way. Celebrates the one little chest hair that sometimes grows between his pecs.

Aether: Very hairy. Trims his bush as a courtesy but doesn't do much else. Hairy arms, legs, chest, back. It's so soft too. Like Sunshine it might as well be fur. He was insecure about it once but everyone seems to be very into it so now he embraces it. Rain: Basically hairless (it's a water ghoul thing). Doesn't grow much hair on his body at all. What he does grow is dark, but sparse. Lets his bush go--it's basically all he's got. Mountain: Covered in soft auburn hair. It's not as thick or prominent as Aether's, but just as all over and velvety soft. His belly, especially has a nice layer of fuzz. Trims his pubes to keep them under control--feels bad if people get a mouth full of them. Aeon: Like Rain and Dew has barely any hair. Shaves his pubes to complete the look (he keeps telling Dew to do it because it'll make his dick look bigger, Dew's thinking about killing him). Has a few more chest hairs than Dew, this is a point of pride. Swiss: Coarse, thick, dark hair. Especially on his arms and legs. Trims his pubes and lower belly. Not quite as covered in hair as Aether--but more than Mountain. Loves it--and the way his partner's react to it. Once lost a bet to Cirrus and had to wax his chest--hated every second of being without it.