#black fungus heartless

[friendlyheartless]

"Well, we were able to change back to our human forms, but it was only for a short while... Besides, we kinda like ourselves in our Heartless forms. Even Big Belly, Flame, Cryst, Clayr Voiant and Penelope." Negro said

"Hey there. Are you a heartless?" The nobody reached out to pet the heartless.

(Marxiia @ any heartless)

"Yes. Yes, I am. I am Negro Toadstool, a Black Fungus and one of the Heartless Rebels who um... rebelled against Xehanort's Heartless, and Maleficent long ago." The Black Fungus spoke as he squeaked getting pet.

@x-whiskeylullaby-x

[miel128]

my friends

[botherkupo]

Been playing chain of memories again and I’m just so confused by the dark ball card. Spent ages trying to get that stupid thing (because I’ve only got that and black fungus to go for the heartless enemy ones so figure might as well). Then I’m like okay Internet tell me where to get this the easiest because I’ve killed so many and nothing is dropping

And the internet says Sora can’t get it so don’t bother

Okay but then why is the ????? space for dark ball on sora’s deck? Gdhfh it’s making me so annoyed

I’m gonna keep playing anyway, cause I still need to do riku’s play through regardless. But I can’t believe there’s nothing to say hey actually don’t waste your time

[darling-leech]

Number 14 for any OCs for that TES OC Interview thing! I love symbolisms!!!

OOO I LOVE LOVE LOVE Symbolisms as well! (For this TES OC Ask Interview thingy).

This'll be a long and kinda messy post, so I hope you're ready! (Also note some of these might change as I'm writing these fics that some of the characters are in, but for now, this is it).

First up!:

Eugenia Alexandra Ronec(AKA Alex)(She/Her) -

Animal Symbol - Ferret. She's Adapting, Curious, Resourceful, and above all Playful. Desires Adventures. She is basically a Ferret in a human body lol.

Flower Symbol - Snapdragons - She's deceptive/devious, but also can be elegant and graceful.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Magician and The Wheel of Fortune.

Eistir-Alyce Ronec(She/Her) -

Animal Symbol - Aardvark. She's Introverted/Solitary, Mysterious, and Perseveres. She learns to be more strong during the events of my Greymoor Chapter/Markarth DLC Fic(Alex helps her).

Flower Symbols -

Weeping Willow - Grief, Resilience, and Hope. She grieves what she went thru but is resilient and has hope(Especially towards the end of said Fic).

Wolfsbane - Misanthropy. Although, Alex helps her out alot, she still has a severe distrust of others, and is very nihilistic if you will.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Hermit and The Hanged Man.

Cecilia Gigi Anaelle Ronec(She/Her)(One of my The Vestiges for Elder Scrolls Online) -

Animal Symbol - American Black Vulture. Bringer of Death/Rebirth, Transformation(fitting because she's a necromancer), and a Protecter(she's a Mother so there's that).

Flower Symbol - Belladonna - Death. (Again Necro lol).

Major Arcana Tarot - Death and The Tower.

Elysabet Petronia Ronec(She/Her) -

Animal Symbol - Brown Recluse Spider. She's Reclusive, Patient, and Persists. She trusts her ability to web her own way thru life. Also fitting because she's a devout Mephala worshipper.

Flower Symbols -

Crown Imperial. She is a mother(to Cecilia and her siblings) and grandmother, she is majestic and powerful. She is a living/royal legacy of her mother and to House Ronec. Also abit tragic, with hardships she's endured.

Cinquefoil. Beloved daughter/child. Maternal Affection. She may not be a very conventional Grandmother/Mother, but she still loves her children/grandchildren.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Moon and The High Priestess.

Nilviidostvith(They/Them)(A Rogue Dragon Priest that worships Namira and somewhat of Peryite)(One of the Antagonists in my Greymoor chapter/Markarth DLC fic, Sea of Corpses) -

Animal Symbol -

Jackal - Abandonment, Loneliness, and Desolation(This is what Nil does to people). They are cunning and duplicity. They are a Trickster. They embody a slow and excruciating Death(Like Poison).

Flower Symbols -

Bilberry - Treachery Rhododendron - Danger, beware, I am dangerous Black Rose - Death, hatred, despair, sorrow, mystery, danger, obsession Fungus - Resilience, loneliness, solitude, disgust

Major Arcana Tarot - The Tower.

Hevnothur(She/He/They)(Head Dragon Priest in charge over all other Dragon priests)(Alduin is their Dragon Patron)(Secondary Antagonist in my Skyrim fic, Tempus Edax Rerum) -

Animal Symbol - Black Dragonfish. She's the embodiment of Ferocity, Power, and Strength. He goes thru alot of Personal Growth and Transformation towards the end of Tempus Edax Rerum(My Skyrim fic). They're a very complex person.

Flower Symbol -

Arnica - "Let me heal thy grief" Asphodel - Death, the underworld; "my regrets follow you to the grave, remembered beyond the tomb Love Lies Bleeding - Hopelessness, not heartless These are technically more represent Hevnothur's grief for her Mother and Sister and willingness to go to great lengths to brind them back, then themselves tho. Rue - Regret, sorrow, repentance, grace, clear vision; disdain. Hevnothur's goes thru alot of these emotions during Tempus Edax Rerum.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Tower and Judgement. Can be seen as Death as well.

Einar Kennet Viggo(He/Him)(My First and Main The Last Dragonborn) -

Animal Symbol - Grizzly Bear. Courageous, Strong, and Protector. He appreciates personal freedom and independence.

Flower Symbols -

Bog-rosemary - Bound by fate/"Will you help me?"

Blackthorn - Fate, protection, hope against adversity, good fortune; difficulty

- Basically more-ore-less what Tempus Edax Rerum(My skyrim fic) is about lol. So this is the default for each and every TLD I have.

Oak Leaf - He is Brave and Strong.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Chariot.

Tuva Lovise Viggo(She/Her)(Second Main The Last Dragonborn) -

Animal Symbol - Polar Bear - She's Determined and Patient. She shows gratitude and Immense Inner Strength.

Flower Symbols -

Bog-rosemary - Bound by fate/"Will you help me?"/Blackthorn - Fate, protection, hope against adversity, good fortune; difficulty(Basically more-ore-less what Tempus Edax Rerum(My skyrim fic) is about lol. So this is the default for each and every TLD I have.)

Oak Leaf - She is Brave and Strong.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Chariot.

Keres(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Platypus. She's Adaptable, Curious, and Intuitive. She's learns to be more Individualist and accepting herself and others.

Flower Symbol -

Yarrow - Healing; War. She survived a not one war(She's in BOTH Greymoor Chapter/Markarth DLC Fic and my Skyrim Fic) but two. She is learning to heal.

Major Arcana Tarot - The World.

Laika(He/Him)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Basset Hound(Ironic I know for a Khajiit). He is Determined, Kind, and Stubborn. He shows great tenacity against odds and is loyal to his loved ones.

Flower Symbol -

Gladiolus - Strength of character, honor, conviction, generosity; ready armed. He's very much like this.

Major Arcana Tarot - Death.

Amartya(He/Him)(AU The Vestige in ESO and AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Scorpion. He's Protective, Solitary, and Independent.

Flower Symbol -

Love-in-a-mist - You puzzle me, perplexity. He's not one to open up to alot of people and is very dead-panned faced, so puzzling for sure.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Hermit and Strength.

Lokelani(She/Her)(AU The Vestige and AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Bee - She's a very hard-worker, Selfless, and is very Generous. She's able to focus and make great teamwork.

Flower Symbols -

Baby's breath - Innocence, purity of heart Meadowsweet - Beauty, happiness, peace, protection; uselessness

Major Arcana Tarot - The Empress.

Ryu(He/Him)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Griffin - He is Courageous and Bold. Also very Majestic and Prestigious. A small mighty Alfiq-raht.

Flower Symbol -

Delphinium - Flight of Fancy. He is a very fancy lad.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Hierophant and Strength.

Lauralei Eos Hollowgrace(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Hyena - She is ferocious and clever. VERY opportunistic. Girlboss™.

Flower Symbol -

Enchanter's Nightshade - Spells, witchcraft, sorcery.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Magician.

Ildikó Jadis Orme(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Anaconda - Determined and Patient. She finds new ways to have Inner Strength and Healing, even in unconventional ways.

Flower Symbol -

Jasmine - Unconditional and eternal love Juniper - Asylum, protection Bellflower - Unwavering love, a constant heart Borage - Bluntness, abruptness Queen Anne's Lace - Haven, sanctuary; complexity, delicateness Enchanter's Nightshade - Spells, witchcraft, sorcery

She's basically saint to the sinners, addicts, etc etc.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Devil.

Russell Matteus-Trygg Becken(He/Him)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbols -

Harris's Hawk - Clear vision, Intuition, and the ability to rise above challenges. Above all, He appreciates teamwork, community, and collaboration.

Wombat - He's resourceful and and endures alot. His parents saw him as "dumb" and a "drain on resources".

Flower Symbols -

Black-eyed Susan - Justice Dandelion - Overcoming hardship; faithfulness.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Sun.

Elpida(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Albino/White Moose - Benevolence, Passionate, and ability to navigate through life's challenges with grace. She is pretty damn good healer as well, so that's a pretty sacred job.

Flower Symbol -

Sage - Health, wisdom, respect; domestic virtue; esteem

Major Arcana Tarot - Temperance.

Melinoe Arce-Euphelia Quéméner(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Dung Beetle - symbolized growth, rebirth, and development. She goes thru alot of development.

Flower Symbol -

Bleuet de France/Cornflower - Solidarity with veterans, victims of war, widows, and orphans.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Moon.

Eiluned Lorelai Reinhold(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbols -

Rinkhal Snake or Sunbeam Snake -

Rinkhal Snake in the way she became a Vampire(So she feign death) and the being the oldest triplet, so she's like the protector of them.

Sunbeam Snake in the way of shedding of old ways to begin something new(New found form and clarity).

Flower Symbols -

Coronilla - "Success crown your wishes" House Reinhold motto and flower. Dame's Violet - Watchfulness. Eldest Daughter Syndrome™.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Emperor.

Eidyth Lilita Reinhold(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Hummingbird - Love, Joy, and Peace. Trustable. Seen as a Messenger. Always looks out for new possibilities in everything.

Flower Symbols -

Coronilla - "Success crown your wishes" House Reinhold motto and flower. General Daisy - loyal love, gentleness, innocence; womanly truth, purity, fidelity, and patient endurance;

Major Arcana Tarot - The High Priestess.

Eanid Lachesis Reinhold(She/Her and They/Them)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbols -

Albino Burmese Python and Hedgehog.

Albino Burmese Python because firstly, her Staff/Cane and her color scheme. Purity and Innocence(She's more "pure" and innocent the her sisters. Hidden Power(Not really hidden, but some people question them cuz they're blind).

Hedgehog because she is hard-working and seen as magical.

Flower Symbols -

Coronilla - "Success crown your wishes" House Reinhold motto and flower. Snowdrop - Consolation or hope; Youthful love and simplicity, hope and friendship in adversity purity, humility, and innocence; friend in need Stonecrop - Tranquility

Major Arcana Tarot - The Empress.

Callyope Galerion(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

White Cat. Curious, Elegant yet Mischievous, and Magical. She loves her creativity and makes life more "cozy".

Flower Symbol -

Honeysuckle - Devoted and generous affection; bonds of love. Callyope loves making friends and such.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Fool.

Ophelia Achelois Trahan(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Death's Head Hawk Moth(or I guess any moth really?). She's cautious, mysterious, can be Nihilistic, and seen as an omen(some say bad others say good). She has similar vibes to Senua from the Hellblade game series. Ophelia has been thru it™. Like Senua her mental illnesses and religion sorta go hand in hand(they play off of each other).

Flower Symbol -

Purple Hydrangea - A desire to deeply understand someone. Ophelia is a very complex teen and tries to understand herself, as well as others. She has a deep desire to be understood, and not just as that "angry moody teen".

Major Arcana Tarot - The Wheel of Fortune.

Helje Bal(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin)(Also the descendant of Lamae Bal) -

Animal Symbol -

Crow - As some people see Crows as a bad omen/bad luck, people saw her as bad luck(Mostly because of her being related to Lamae Bal and Helje being good at magic so young; she's 7). BUT, after being with the rest of my Dragonborns, she becomes more of a Good Luck symbol. She's very brave and intelligent.

Flower Symbols -

Winged Seeds(any kind) - Messengers Witch-hazel - A Magic Spell

Major Arcana Tarot - Justice.

Blayne Empusa Cytheris(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Red Panda. Compromises, Gentle, Sensitive, and Patient. Symbol of originality and nonconformity. She tries to stay calm in every situation.

Flower Symbol -

Wallflower - Changless affection and fidelity in misfortune.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Magician.

Coralee Shyloh-Pinelopi Synclair(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Phoenix. Strong, Resilient, and a Powerful Figure. Symbol of Hope.

Flower Symbol -

General Iris - Eloquence, good news, light; faith, valor, wisdom, friendship; a message. She overcame her darkness.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Chariot.

Padma(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Cougar - She's decisive and can act as a leader.

Flower Symbols -

Lotus - For one before her name means Lotus, and she is also strong and resilient. Padma grew up in Kahjiiti culture, which I feel like talks alot about rebirth and what not, so there's that too.

Magnolia - Perseverance, love of nature, nobility

Major Arcana Tarot - The High Priestess.

Ariel Noa-Messody Mirrormont(She/Her and He/Him)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Eagle. She inspires people, is spiritual, Free Spirit, and above all shines like the sun. Definitely is the embodiment of wisdom and light; what any Auri-El worshipper strives to be.

Flower Symbols -

Queen Anne's Lace - Haven, sanctuary; complexity, delicateness

Bird of Paradise Flower - Liberty, magnificence, good perspective, joyfulness; faithfulness

Major Arcana Tarot - The Sun and Strength.

Jenesis Terra Solheim(She/They)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Koi fish(More specifically the Butterfly Koi). Goes with the flow. Pours her heart and soul into everything. Tries keeping Harmony and Peace. Loves her friends and family, and overcomes anything she sets her heart to.

Flower Symbol -

Orange Orchid - Pride, enthusiasm, and boldness.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Wheel of Fortune and Death.

Daleia Amrita Allaire(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol - Jerboa Mouse - She is quick on her feet and is witty.

Flower Symbol -

Edelweiss - Chivalrous devotion, high courage; daring, noble purity.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Empress.

Addison(They/Them)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Stoat - They USUALLY have ability to navigate through tricky situations with grace and agility.

Flower Symbol -

Coreopsis - Always cheerful.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Star.

Yinuo(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Tiger - She is cunning, courage, and powerful.

Flower Symbol -

Black Tulip - Power, Strength, Supreme Elegance.

Major Arcana Tarot - Strength.

Orithyia/Vodahmin(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin)(Also a Dragon Priest) -

Animal Symbol -

Magpie. Adapting, Deceptive, Intelligent, but highly superstitious.

Flower Symbol -

Schinus - Religious enthusiasm. She's religious.

Red Spiderlily - abandonment, loss, separation. Vodahmin in the Dragon Language means Unremembered/Forgotten, So I guess you could say she was abandoned and has severe abanondment issues.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Hermit.

Casey-Beau Septim(She/Her)(AU The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin)(Direct Descendant of Potema Septim) -

Animal Symbol -

Raccoon - She's Adaptable, Clever, Resourceful, and Cunning Intelligence.

Flower Symbol -

Thorn-apple - Disguise, deceitful charms.

Major Arcana Tarot - The Hierophant?

Twyla Tala-Topanga Tansy(She/Her)(AU The Vestige in ESO, Hero of Kvatch/Champion of Cyrodiil, Nerevarine/The Incarnate, and The Last Dragonborn/Dovahkiin) -

Animal Symbol -

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly -

Flower Symbols -

Himalayan Blue Poppy - Potential, possibilities, psychic skills Holly - Foresight

Major Arcana Tarot - The Wheel of Fortune.

[charnelhouse]

Would you ever write Geralt?

I just love the way you write Thor as such a warrior and I would love to see your take on Geralt 👀

A/N: Geralt x F!Reader. Gore. Rough Sex. Dead bodies.

Geralt knows that his eyes are black - tar pits that pull and yank and are ugly enough that children run screaming from him.

But - you.

You’re staring up at him with your fingers hooked into his mouth - the sharp, musky taste of your cunt on his tongue, and he’s forcing you down on the ground - on rough cobblestone and dirt. His hands pull your knees apart - his own shiny fingers prying you open to reveal the raw, puffy slit that he’s nursed with his teeth. He noses at your cheek - at your tangled hair - something animal and base in him swiftly overtaking his blood.

Your fingertips glide over his lids - his sweat-damp brow.

"I know my eyes are..."

You laugh - sharp and strange in this empty hallway - your ankle wrapped around his thigh as you bring him closer.

"I like your eyes that way."

That hits him hard - straight to the gut where his arousal is a hungry thing - the sex he craves nearly preternatural because he is simply not a person - more monster than man and his cock is uncomfortably hard in his trousers but your voice falls on him again-

"Your eyes are fine, Geralt. Don’t be silly."

You grasp him - stroke him until he bites into his own soft lip and then he’s biting you - teeth clamped along your soft, fleshy shoulder before he drags his lips up the curve of your throat. His tongue slipping inside the hot cup of your mouth as you whimper like something half-dying in his arms and he pants: "i won’t be able to stop..."

He certainly won’t and he’s already stretching you open with three fingers - spitting on your perfect cunt even though you are already soaked but he needs to make sure you’re ready for him - to make sure it’ll be good for you. You’re breathing frantically through your nose - gasping and scrambling at his arms and his shoulders - palm shoved up against his chest where his heart pounds insistently. He had rescued you - the princess in the story - from the heartless, wretched knight, and now the monster is in your bed or perhaps - more aptly - on the fungus-wet stones of your home -

- and finally, he pushes himself inside you - buries himself to the hilt - and there are no words for the rest of it - nothing left but the tight, clamp of you around his cock and the pretty sounds that are spilling out of your mouth as he ruts into you on the cold, damp floor of this barren castle.

The smell of lichen. The smell of moss. The smell of death is subtle and perplexing as it rides the planes of his shoulders. It sweeps up his spine and paints the air. Your lips part on a particularly hard thrust and you drink it down.

"Kiss me," you plead and he does because he wants to taste you - the curl of your tongue and fever-hot mouth and his teeth click with yours and what it lacks in finesse, it makes up for in being messy and desperate and almost ugly.

The fucking is not kind or even gentle - it’s none of that and he almost feels sorry that he is doing this to you - treating you to dust and drying blood from the dead thing he’s decapitated not inches from your skull. The knight's armor tacky with black-gore. The man's slack, grimacing face not far from your hands that Geralt has pinned above your head. He’s taking you in brutal strokes - frantic and crudely loud because you’re so fucking wet - and he can’t even stop himself from crying out - from grunting like a dog in heat - from seeing stars - as if seeing the blinding-white explosion of Igni from his own hand. He growls as he touches you between your legs - pets you where you are just connected to him - rubs and twists where you are the most swollen and slick and it makes you gasp beneath him and oh it’s good - it’s better than good - it’s fucking sweet and Geralt knows very, very little of either.

[mushroom-winners-proof]

If you eat a Mushroom Heartless, will you get high or die?

eating the black fungus will DEFINITELY kill you

[red-and-black-cheshire-cat]

Inktober: Poison

[modpix-blog]

Name: Indie

Race: Heartless (Indigo fungus)

Pronouns: It/its

Theme: [Encounter] - [Battle]

Personality/Bio:  Indie is a unique Indigo Fungus Heartless related to the other mushroom heartless. (Such as White Mushrooms). As such it's friendly to people as long as they are not attacked. It's generally cheery for a heartless for some unknown reason but will flee at the first sign of conflict. It does have a fear of the Keyblade as all heartless do, and it, along with other "friendly" heartless, have a strange relation to it; for one since it's friendly it doesn't need to worry about being struck down, but on the other hand it's more likely to meet a keyblade user than other Heartless.

it likes to show up in Traverse town near the first district, as well as in Aladdin's house in Agrabah, and Twilight Town in the underground area.

If you interact with it enough it might even start "talking" to you in charades.

Skills: Indie is not a combative heartless by nature. It could theoretically attack similar to Black Mushrooms with poison but choose not to. It will play charades similar to White Mushrooms and reward magic users the same. It also has a unique ability with items; if you use an item on it, it'll upgrade it as such:

Potion -> Hi-potion -> Mega-potion

Ether -> Hi-ether -> Mega-ether

Elixer -> Megalixer

For it to do so, someone must use the said item on it, then play a round of charades with it. Green items require the use of fire, thunder, and/or blizzard. Blue items require the before magics and Cure. And Purple ones require the before magics and stop, aero, gravity, and/or reflect.

Feel free to ask it questions

And you can find it's toybox here!

[hiaennyddei]

Brigmore Witch!Daud

a.k.a. the one-man forest

I don’t want to draw any kind of plant ever again in my life.

Flower meanings under the cut!

Fungus => Resilience, solitude, loneliness, disgust Hydrangea => Frigidity, heartlessness Wolfsbane => Mysanthropy Fern => Magic Nettle => Life and death Blue rose => Mystery, attaining the impossible Ivy => Endurance Dandelion => Overcoming hardship Laurel => Ambition, success Hollyhock => Ambition Black rose => Mystery, obsession, danger, death, despair, sorrow Marigold => Pain and grief Love-lies-bleeding => Hopelessness Rue => Sorrow, regret, repentance Star of Bethleem => Atonement

[shijiujun]

hehehe thanks for the tag hanyi!!! <333

Rules: Tag 9 people whom you’d like to get to know better/catch up with.

Favourite colour: Pastel pink, sky blue, emerald green, gray & black? I may have added one or two colours to this since my last post for this

Last song: 小情歌 by Taiwanese pop band Sodagreen, and Fei Yu Qing, the god of Chinese songs in general, sang a cover of this on some show and DAMN Fei Yu Qing has still got it even tho he’s really old and should be retired already, his voice!!! But JJ Lin did a sweet/pop rendition of it that’s really nice too

Last movie: Wow I have not watched a single proper movie this year aside from The Untamed Fatal Journey - Sadly, I’m truly not a movie person and won’t 

Last show (completed): Miss S!!!

Currently reading: Ah hahahahaha ded I literally JUST finished 一剑霜寒, a new BL danmei novel that features a prince called Ji Yanran, who is also an army general/commander, that hires Yun Yifeng, the head of a Feng Yun Men sect that specializes in the trading of information in a wuxia world, to retrieve a stolen item from the palace. 

I honestly have a type I feel, because YYF doesn’t have long to live after suffering from being poisoned repeatedly by his crazy shifu since he was young, and he needs to find this rare Red Lingzhi (some type of herb/fungus) to be cured - so his body flushes extremely hot or cold sporadically, and of course he gets tired easily and keeps throwing up blood whenever he exerts too much strength, and yeah did I mention he keeps fainting into JYR’s arms?!! And immediately after seeing YYF, JYR is whipped, throughout the whole novel he makes sure he always brings a gazillion blankets and coats for YYF no matter where they go, and even before they confirm their relationship, YYF is so comfortable with JYR that he keeps letting the prince fish him out of bathtubs naked as the day he’s born and they literally just don’t talk about it, no embarrassment when he wakes up etc., it’s just natural and argh I love it!!! 

Of course there’s like a really huge conspiracy behind the whole thing, tons of politics and what not (and gosh look at me go off again) - And the best part is when JYR just abruptly, one day goes from calling him Sect Leader Yun to Yun’er, wow like intimate much?!!! And the man doesn’t even bat an eyelid, and the comedy is ridiculous because EVERYONE has to deal with these two heartless, merciless lovebirds that keep parading their love for each other when they have an audience. Plus while YYF is gorgeous, smart and everything, he has two hobbies - cooking and playing the qin, but guess what, he SUCKS SO BAD AT BOTH!! But JYR is all ‘yes baobei, you’re the best’ and so YYF keeps cooking, keeps playing, and everyone else struggles to escape from the cooking and makes sure no zither is in sight for the man to play with

And yes there’s an arc where they think he’s not going to make it, that they can’t find the Red Lingzhi and YYF is down to his last two weeks, and it’s frickin sad?!!! I bawled (spoiler: he does make it)

Other than that, I’m moving onto another novel tomorrow let’s hope I make it

Currently watching: Still catching up on Lost Romance 浪漫输给你, although I’m eyeing Xiao Yan’s (from MRIAD) new show with Xing Zhaolin

Sweet, spicy, or savoury: Sweet yes! Hahahaha, savoury of course sometimes, spicy... once in a long while, maybe only in steamboat dipping sauces

Craving: It’s 2.10am and I couldn’t resist, grabbed the chocolate mochi from my fridge

Tea or coffee: BOTH everyday

Tagging: Everyone who sees this!!! <333

[friendlyheartless]

"Very well. This time, you will travel with Negro Toadstool, TP the Tornado Step, and Defiende Hombre and Poochy." Cryst said as the three Heartless Rebels came out.

"You'll be coming with us, kid." Poochy the Dog Shield said as the Defender had opened up a corridor of darkness, a portal to Halloween Town.

"Okay, how're those worlds coming along?" Lucas approached the Fortuneteller sisters with that question.

Cryst and Clayr Voiant of the Fortuneteller Sisters awoke from their meditation and see Lucas approaching. "Oh hello, Lucas." Cryst greeted.

"The worlds seem to be doing just fine." Clayr responded. "No sightings of the True Organization XIII or Maleficent and Pete for that matter."

@the-world-hopper

[this-year-ive-read]

Books I’ve Read in 2019 (A List in Progress)

The Devil and Sherlock Holmes - David Grann (***)

“The course of human events is not permanently altered by the great deeds of history, nor by the great men but by the small daily doings of the little men.”

Killers of the Flower Moon - The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI - David Grann (**)

“History is a merciless judge. It lays bare our tragic blunders and foolish missteps and exposes our most intimate secrets, wielding the power of hindsight like an arrogant detective who seems to know the end of the mystery from the outset.”

The Things They Carried - Tim O’Brien (****)

“They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity.”

“I survived, but it's not a happy ending.”

“But this too is true: stories can save us.”

Every Word You Cannot Say - Lain S Thomas (***)

“There are days when everyone needs you to be strong, even if you're dying inside, and you can only cry when no one's looking because you're petrified of letting them down.”

“I don’t know if I’m ever, really, ‘Here’”

Everything I Never Told You - Celeste NG (***)

“Before that she hadn’t realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it.”

“You never got what you wanted; you just learned to get by without it.”

Night - Elie Wiesel (****)

“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

“Those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow”

The Alice Network - Kate Quinn (**)

“Poetry is like passion--it should not be merely pretty; it should overwhelm and bruise.”

“What did it matter if something scared you, when it simply had to be done”

Love her wild - Atticus (***)

“We are made of all those who have built and broken us”

“A sky

full

of stars

and he

was staring

at her.”

When we Left Cuba - Chanel Cleeton (****)

“For the dreams that slip through our fingers.

May we hold them in our arms one day.”

“You can love someone and still not lose your reason.”

“Not all of us have the luxury of setting the world on fire, simply because we’re angry.”

Crush - Richard Siken (***)

“A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river

           but then he’s still leftwith the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away

           but then he’s still left with his hands.”

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.”

“They want you to love the whole damn world but you won’t, you want it all narrowed down to one fleshy man in a bath who knows what to do with his body, with his hands.”

War of the Foxes - Richard Siken (**)

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.”

“I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.”

Murder on the Orient Express - Agatha Christie (**)

“The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.”

Fool Me Once - Harlan Coben (***)

“All love stories,” Maya’s father had told her many years ago, “end in tragedy.”

“There are moments in life when everything changes.”

Pirate Hunters - Robert Kurson (*****)

“They made a sound I’d never heard before but somehow had known my whole life, a waterfall of muted chimes, dense and deep and old”

“When John asked his grandfather about being heroic, Arison told him that he had not done anything special, just what he thought was right”

“The world came alive when a person got a chance to be good”

“Do it now. Tomorrow is promised to no one”

“And promised himself that no matter what, he wouldn’t put off until tomorrow what his heart told him to go for today.”

“He just looked out at the world knowing it was finally too late for his father to have an adventure, and nothing seemed in color anymore.”

The Lost City of the Monkey God - Douglas Preston (***)

“But then the teules [foreigners] arrived and everything fell apart. They brought fear, and they came to wither the flowers.”

Crashing Through - Robert Kurson (****)

“It wasn't who a person believed himself to be or what he pretended he would do in a given situation. It was what he did when he got there that defined him.”

“May opened his eyes. Electric dots of silver-white, as many as the sound of a rainstorm, ran to every space in the world, and when he tried to see where they led there was no world anymore, they led everywhere, across a blanket of night that had no edges, and for a moment May didn’t know where he was among these stars, if he was under them or around them or beyond them, they were everywhere and he was everywhere, he was where he wanted to be.”

Shadow Divers - Robert Kurson (*****)

“This is where the hangers on, and wannabes, and also rans, and once greats keep believing in the sea.”

“I love you and you’re not here for me.”

Ross Poldark - Winston Graham (***)

“The greatest thing is to have someone who loves you and—and to love in return”

“Autumn lingered on as if fond of its own perfection.”

Demelza - Winston Graham (***)

“Strange sometimes how easy bitter words came, how hard the kind ones.”

“Let me stay a little longer in the sun.”

Love Looks Pretty on You - Lang Leav (****)

“You turn him into poetry because you can’t have him any other way.”

“I have been quiet lately, I know. Not because I don’t have anything to say but because I have too much.”

“I struggle with things that are as easy to others as breathing.”

“Here is the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.”

“When love swept in like the ocean

And left me in drops, like rain.”

Jeremy Poldark - Winston Graham (***)

“Resentment and bitterness and old grudges were dead things, which rotted the hands that grasped them.”

“It isn’t where you’re born in this world, it’s what you do.”

Edgar: an Autobiography - Edgar Martinez (***)

“I concentrate on the moment and Don’t let the past or the future overwhelm me.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the greatest mariner of all time.”

Warleggan - Winston Graham (***)

“Their lives had been the tragedy of one woman who could not make up her mind.”

“It was not the cold of the night that she felt but an inner cold that no coat would cure.”

“Remember this she thought. In times of jealousy and neglect, remember this. He said: “so you are not to be rid of me, my love.” “So I am not to be rid of you, my love.””

The Black Moon - Winston Graham (**)

“Blemishes on the beauty of a person one loves are like grace notes adding something to a piece of music.”

“We can’t alter the world, we can only adapt ourselves to it.”

The Lost Girls of Paris - Pam Jenoff (*)

“It is simply not enough to be as good as the men. They don’t believe we can do this and so we have to be better.”

Emma - Jane Austen (***)

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”

“I may have lost my heart, but not my self control.”

Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë (****)

“Because he’s more myself than I am.  Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”

“The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall - Anne Brontë (****)

“beauty is that quality which, next to money, is generally the most attractive to the worst kinds of men;”

“But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.”

“If she gives you her heart,’ said I, ‘you must take it, thankfully, and use it well, and not pull it in pieces, and laugh in her face, because she cannot snatch it away.”

“This rose is not so fragrant as a summer flower, but it has stood through hardships none of them could bear: the cold rain of winter has sufficed to nourish it, and its faint sun to warm it; the bleak winds have not blanched it, or broken its stem, and the keen frost has not blighted it.  Look, Gilbert, it is still fresh and blooming as a flower can be, with the cold snow even now on its petals.—Will you have it?”

Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë (*****) {Reread}

“You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so”

“He made me love him without looking at me.”

“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame.  And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.”

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will”

“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?  You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart!  And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you.”

[olboypacman]

Grind on Me

Starfire always found the most delicious ways to tease Garfield. Limes ahead.

I’d like to make a shout to Heartless demon wolf for captaining this ship, you’re the real MVP man. Also, I don’t own the Teen Titans.

There's something about a woman wearing a man’s shirt that makes her irresistible.

Koriand'r was certainly putting the idea to the test as she waited for some popcorn to complete its time in the microwave.

She was dressed in a simple ensemble really: a white t-shirt with a Mega Monkeys 4 insignia emblazed on the front in yellow lettering, black beach sandals and incredibly short blue jean shorts. Though one wouldn’t be able to tell she was in fact wearing shorts under the shirt considering the length of it reaches about a quarter of distance down her thigh.

It doesn’t help she’s making a show of it, leaning on the tower’s kitchen island; her ample derrière jutting out. It’s difficult to make out the curves of the Tamaranean due the size of shirt she’s wearing. Though, one can see just the beginnings of her cleavage through the front neck drop of the of the shirt.  

She turns around meeting the eyes of her beau, whom quickly averts his gaze as if he weren’t checking her out.

She giggles, “Garfield, I do not mind you doing the ogling. Besides I would hope my form would be pleasing to the eye of my mate. What was it you said when we were younger, ‘shorty gotta donk.’” She finished with a smile, sashaying her hips tantalizingly.

A blush begins to assault the cheeks of changeling at his girlfriend’s teases. She’d always been able to easily to flummox, tease and embarrass her boyfriend despite their years together and having long since moved beyond shy hand holding and awkward gawking.

“The marathon starts in a few moments. Do you need a hand with the popcorn babe?” Asks Garfield attempting to change the subject.

“Just under a minute my love.”

An idea pops into her head to further tease her beloved beau as the microwave beeps, indicating its contents have finished its cycle.

And she was really looking forward to that World of Fungus marathon.

But this idea of her’s will definitely be much more fun…

Taking the popcorn and placing it in a large bowl, Koriand’r makes her way to the couch where the changeling awaits her as he’s sitting on the edge of the couch. He’s dressed just as casually as she is. He’s wearing a plain black tank top, similarly colored black athletic shorts accented by slim white stripes on either leg.

She stops directly in front of him, her form entirely taking up his vison. She bends over playfully, making a show of merely placing a bowl of popcorn on a table.

“Uh, babe?” Asks Garfield.

She looks back and sees he’s completely wide-eyed and entranced by her shapely rear end. She straightens up, standing to her full height, towering above the seated Garfield. She then starts to take a seat. She places her hands on Garfield’s thighs in a similar way that royalty does when they take their seat at the throne. “Make the room for me if you would Gar?” She requests in a sing-song tone, as she lightly teases the verdant skin of his knees and thighs.

“Gar.” She intones once more, her previous request apparently going ignored.

He scooches back, knowing full well the lovely Tamaranean is fully capable of making him scooch.

His back hits the cushions of couch as Starfire moves in kind, resting up against his front. Her ample bottom softly cushioning the more intimate parts of his anatomy.

“Kori, not that I’m complaining, is there something you’re not telling me,” she rolls her hips into him, gently, “or something,” he says as his breath hitches.

Starfire fully leans into him, she adjusts her hair so that its over the front of her left shoulder before she leans her head on his shoulder. “Whatever do you mean, my love. Do you not appreciate the closeness,” she rolls her hips into him one more time, “while we watch The World of the Fungus?” She finished, batting her eyes at beau innocently. “Popcorn?” She asks, grabbing handful helping herself.

She rolls into him one more time and she feels his manhood now at full mast against her.

Boo-ya, she thinks to herself, borrowing from her cybernetic older brother.

“Sure, why not?” Responds Garfield in a near whisper, his half-lidded eyes boring into Kori’s.

She leans forward once more, careful to not break contact between Changeling and herself. She goes back to her position, leaning against Garfield still facing him without turning around, with exactly four kernels of popcorn in her hand. She then takes both of Garfield’s hands and places them on her waist. She then places the four kernels carefully between her lips and just barley manages to exclaim to her beau without the popcorn falling from her mouth, “Come and get it.”

Apparently able to understand her, Garfield closes the distance between them. Smart to what his girlfriend is doing, he skillfully plucks each kernel of corn from her mouth. He swallows them hole, his interest in satiating another hunger at the moment. He tries to deepen the kiss, but Starfire breaks it. Garfield lets out whimper of protest. She goes in for one more peck and says, “That was nice.” She cracks a self-satisfied smile as turns her attention back to the fungus program.

Garfield, trying to enact some measure of payback to his girlfriend, sneaks his hands under the shirt she’s wearing. He slowly, tantalizingly runs his claws along the taut stomach of Starfire. His hands completing their exploration of the Tamaranean, take hold of the more than generous swell of her breasts. He gives them a moderate squeeze, eliciting moans of appreciation from Koriand’r.

She responds in kind, grinding HARD into him in rhythm with his ministrations, in turn eliciting moans from him.

“Come on now, Gar. I know you can take more than this.” She says between mewls of pleasure, as she continues to grind into his hardened manhood.

He takes her nipples in between his thumb and index, tweaking them, not exactly roughly, yet not with the most of care either.

The scent of Koriand’r’s arousal hits his senses. The need to take the Tamaranean right now is overwhelming. The fact that she’d continued grinding this entire time isn’t helping matters.

Starfire, as if reading the changeling’s mind, dislodges herself from him. She then leaps back his lap, now straddling him, as their lips met in a searing hot kiss.

When she pounced him, Garfield instinctively took hold of Kori’s waist. The Tamaranean takes him by the wrists, holding them above his head as she bites him on the neck, hard…

SLOSH

A bucket of water has been poured on the heated lovers.

A look above them reveals said bucket encased in a familiar black energy field.

Raven’s soul-self.

“A couple things,” said an agitated half demoness, “one this is one of the common areas of the tower, please treat it as such, as I on occasion like to make use of it to meditate. Two, that couch isn’t scotch-guarded. And three, I’m a goddamned empath do you have any idea how worked up your little display has made me?“

Detaching herself from her beau, both of them dripping wet, she approaches her friend. “I hope you can find the forgiveness in your heart, friend Raven. I was so absorbed in my teasing of Gar I didn’t realize I would disturb you.”

“It’s fine Kori.” Said Raven, waiving her hand dismissively. “Just be more mindful next time you guys’ baser instincts kick in. Especially when you’re not in your room. Now I’ve gotta go find some dick.” She realizes her faux pas, blushing like mad, and rushes to correct herself, “I mean, find Dick.”

“Truer words have never been spoken friend Raven, I hope to find some of my own really soon,” said Starfire with a smile.

“Your just gonna let that,” Garfield trialed off.

“Damnit, Richard, Nightwing, whatever, you know what I mean.” Yelled Raven, before she disappeared into a portal.

“So, our room, the kitchen?” Asks Changeling, trailing off once more.

“Or where ever,” laughs Starfire, as she takes flight, pulling Garfield into her arms to find a place to relieve their carnal needs.

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[royalxiii]

XI Days Till Kingdom Hearts III

Marluxia - The Graceful Assassin // Number XI

Number XI’s Weapon - Scythe: Graceful Dahlia

Ansem’s Report XI:

“Opening the door to a world's heart causes its walls to crumble.

These fragments are seen as shooting stars

This explains why these "gummi blocks" can travel freely to other worlds.

I know the catalyst of this collapse—the appearance of the Heartless. However, it will take time search out the worlds' doors and to retrieve each heart.

Furthermore, the doors can be locked using a Keyblade, making the heart forever unattainable. I must take action before the wielder of the key appears in this world.

If the princesses and the Keyblade are connected, they should resonate.

I've chosen a girl. I don't know if she holds the princesses' powers, but I will find out. She may lead me to the key bearer.

I shall set her free and observe.”

Secret Ansem’s Report XI:

“I was reunited with an old friend at Castle Oblivion, but was unable to disclose my identity.

If he knew the situation, he would likely try to stop me from carrying out my revenge.

As much as I would dearly love to converse with him as in the old days...that is now but a hopeless dream.

My friend has been fighting in the realm of darkness. Most likely he found his way there through Traverse Town.

Like Castle Oblivion, that village also rests in the cleft between light and dark. It consists of the remnants of worlds whose hearts have been stolen by the Heartless.

It is where those who have barely escaped the destruction of their worlds eventually find themselves.

This "realm between" is quite unstable, with corridors of darkness appearing from time to time.

Whenever a world disappears, some of its inhabitants must arrive here through these corridors. Surely Sora traveled these same corridors of darkness when he first came to Traverse Town.

It seems my friend, fighting in the realm of darkness, appeared in Castle Oblivion through a corridor of darkness constructed by Organization XIII.

My new ally Riku also effected his return via one of these corridors.

He swore to me he would give his all for his best friend Sora.

In fact, Sora's memories have been slow to return.

Thus I have asked Riku to bring me another Sora—his Nobody.

Sora is indispensable if I am to achieve my goal.

I require the Keyblade-wielding hero to fly through the realm of light and defeat Organization XIII.“

Xehanort’s Report XI:

“Ventus and Vanitas were not matched in power; I could not train them together, or Vanitas's darkness would gnaw away what little Ventus had left.

Of course, since I needed a place where the boy's light might flourish, the answer was obvious: Eraqus, and his absolutes.

Considering how we had parted ways, I expected friction—but if anything, Eraqus seemed delighted to see me again. He readily agreed to take care of Ventus. Now I need only wait for the boy's heart to get stronger.

I had not visited this second home of mine for some time, and discovered Eraqus had already found two pupils of his own. Within one of them, Terra, I sensed something. The boy, though well-intentioned, seeks power single-mindedly. And that kind of hunger is a seedbed for darkness.

I had found my vessel.“

No. XI

“A poor Heartless that's always being chased by a mysterious number.

Attacking it will reduce the number. Transform the number to 0 as quickly as possible!”

The XIth Playable World in Kingdom Hearts - Never Land

The XIth Floor in Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories - Twilight Town

The XIth Basement Floor in Kingdom Hearts: Reverse/Rebirth - Traverse Town

The XIth Playable World in Kingdom Hearts II - Agrabah 

The XIth Playable World in Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep // Terra - Never Land

The XIth Playable World in Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep // Ven & Aqua - The Mysterious Tower

The XIth Enemy in each game, as listed by the Journal

Powerwild (KHFM)

Bandit (KHRe:CoM)

Bookmaster (KH2FM)

Twilight Thorn (KH2FM)

Emerald Serenade (KHDays)

Jellyshade (KHBbSFM)

Black Fungus (KHRe:Coded)

Necho Cat - Spirit & Nightmare (KH3D)

Large Armor (KHUX)

The XIth Keyblade Collected in Each Game (results may vary)

Oathkeeper (KHFM)

Bond of Flame (KHRe:CoM)

Guardian Soul (KH2FM)

Rejection of Fate (KHDays)

Sweetstack (KHBbSFM - Terra)

Sweetstack (KHBbSFM - Ventus)

Sweetstack (KHBbSFM - Aqua)

Ultima Weapon (KHRe:Coded)

Sweet Dreams (KH3D)

Fenrir (KHUX)

Images from KHWiki

[antikristvs]

Inktober Writing Challenge

Day 7: A Campfire Story

( I tried to make Judith’s tale as alike with an actual story told around a campfire in manner as I could. Also... the monster was named after you, @cthulhu-is-metal ​ ! Hope you enjoy )

It was a lovely night of late August. Not a tiniest cloud obscured the somber abyss of velvety nocturnal sky  peppered in tiny silver eyes of idly shimmering stars. From time to time, a blazing orb would sear through the bottomless sphere, rousing a fluttering wish in a heart or two before it suddenly faded. On a hill in midst of fields swayed by light summer’s breeze, golden bonfire cheerfully rumbled, feather-light sparks ascending up into the pleasantly warmed air - some slowly, some rapidly, dancing and twirling like snowflakes lit on fire by a mysterious force.

Inside the pulsing circle of light embracing the bonfire, a company of four sat on old stubs of trees long fallen, delightful scent on roasted marshmallows and sweet sound of laughter lingering around them.

“Mine burnt again!..” complained youngest of the party, a girl no older than seven, cuddled in a fluffy pink sweater quite too large for her “Make one for me, Marcus!”.

“Five dollars” an impish grin crooked the lips of a twelve year old boy beside her, whose sweet, unlike his sister’s coal-turned one, looked softly smoked and tasted.

“Grandpa, Marcus is being mean again!”.

“Don’t bicker” an elderly gentleman on the other side of the campfire scolded the two children, yet did not seem angry at all “I shall make one for you, Jenna. Would you guys like some cocoa?”.

Little Jenna nodded with excitement, however Marcus merely frowned, his marshmallow already cold “I wish we could have hunted down some rabbits… or even a deer! That would have made a fun adventure, and a tasty meal…”.

“Are you stupid?” oldest of the children, a girl of fourteen quietly sipping tea beside her grandfather, unexpectedly spoke up “You can’t hunt in these woods, Marcus. You should know that by now”.

“But why?” Jenna piped in surprise.

“You have not heard the story?..” Marcus gasped, only to jump in glee as his little sister shook her head “Tell us, grandpa! Tell us about the monster”.

Grandpa pondered for a short while, before announcing “I think… It’s time I pass Judith the honor. Judy dear, will you?.. It’s a tradition! Remember?..”.

Judith sighed, obviously not as entertained by the campout as her siblings, however began, her voice growing strangely low, reflections of the blaze turning her youthful face eerily mystical:

“Nobody remembers where he came from… Nobody could, for was here before the first villager, before the first field of crops. Perhaps… Perhaps he is is older than mankind itself. Few had met him eye to eye, even fewer lived to tell the tale, but he is whispered to appear an enormous black stallion covered in rotting wounds, with hooves overgrown by moss, and huge elk’s antlers upon a head of a shepherd hound… well, skull of a hound, for flesh had long withered away, only bare bone remaining. His presence was always accompanied by a swarm of violet moths, and lingering scent of blooming lilac. Everyone who heard his voice got sick and died, yet one old woman survived long enough to mention it sounded like a hundred voices speaking at once, all singing, howling and hissing at the same time. Not a soul knew his true name, for if he held one, he had never revealed it, though the villagers fondly referred to him as “Violet-gazed Joe” because, in spite of having no eyes, or them being long decomposed, bright violet will-o’-wisps burnt at the depth of his sockets. Indeed, as violet as his swarm of moths… Actually, many said the insects too were his many many unblinking eyes, soaring through the woods, through swaying rye and through golden wheat... People respected him as much as they were petrified of him… They would not hunt creatures of the forest in which he lived, or chop wood - only pick deadwood, as well as collect berries, herbs and mushrooms, always leaving some for wild beasts to feast on too, of course. Some even named Violet-gazed Joe a god and worshipped him, slaughtering newborns to bury at the edge of the forest, or at the end of their family’s field. Violet-gazed Joe was always kind to the villagers… Those who spilled blood, which he gladly drank, in his name, would always attain a harvest of immense prosperity, no illness plagued them, and a beautiful bush of lilac would bloom from the ground where the sacrifice laid. Meanwhile when winter dawned especially grim, people would find a trail of crimson petals leading towards the heart of the forest - a sign for them to hunt woodland beasts for food and fur, and chop down trees to warm their homes, all without a punishment. Violet-eyed Joe looked after them. He was a force nature, tender and ruthless alike, always obeying her law…

But slowly, the villagers became greedy, losing fear and piety towards Violet-eyed Joe, only a few remaining loyal, warning others about a disaster coming if they do not cease the violence. They were not heard, rapacity blinding families and neighbors alike… They were not wrong... More and more traps were scattered around the forest. Countless creatures lost their lives. Trees collapsed one by one, groaning in final agony. It enraged Violet-eyed Joe. Many of those who wounded the forest became ailed, vomiting blood, losing eyesight and growing to resemble corpses more than living beings. They died like flies after tasting a poisonous fungus. However still, after burying loved ones, they would resume and inflict pain to nature which forlong years had watched over them…

Thus one night, primeval screams shook the village, so loud they rippled miles through the crops. People shot up from fevered sleep, only to find their spouses, their mothers and fathers, their children… all writhing and convulsing on the ground, swarmed by a vicious cloud of amethyst violet moths. Paralyzed by dread and sense of doom, the spared ones watched, listened… when at last the most flew away, pouring out through open windows, so many they obscured the sickly full moon… few details were uttered through time about the horror their unfortunate minds witnessed, for it is simply too dire for mortal tongue to describe. It is said the faces were stagnated in perpetual fear…Carcasses were left skinless… The moths, breathing acid in wrath of nature, as well as of Violet-gazed Joe, had melted it, and devoured it, only drops of gruesome, thick yellowish liquid staining reeking, swollen meats. Mysteriously, hearts of the victims had been ripped out of their chests and clutched by their lifeless hands, yet somehow, no ribcage was damaged… perhaps it was a symbol of their heartless greed… A few who frantically glanced outside swore to have caught a glimpse of Violet-gazed Joe himself in midst the fog of his fluttering minions, observing the unfolding nightmare in sorrowful satisfaction.

After this scourge, the villagers did learn their lesson, and once again left the forest in peace. Violet-gazed Joe seemed to have forgiven them. At least he was never seen again, apart from the distant sound of hooves echoing through the woods on silent nights, and strange, shimmering violet moths still spotted from time to time, but never caught. He became a legend told in sleepovers and around campfires. Younger generations began to simply call him “the monster”... But still, no one can deny, that most children who wander into the forest alone…” Judith fell silent, and suddenly, her lips contorted in a pretentiously sinister grin “Do not come back!”.

Jenna and Marcus squealed, mortified and joyful at the same time, the young girl clinging to her brother. Grandpa chuckled softly, amused by their wide-eyed reaction.

“Very good, Judy, very good! I always said you shall make a great storyteller. Don’t be spooked, Jenna, it is nothing but a story. Now, truly, who wants some cocoa?... It is going to taste ugly if we delay any more”.

They all remained oblivious to an enormous shadow, watching the rumbling campfire from afar. Hard was to name his shape, yet who could mistake those violet will-o’-wisps shimmering in hollow sockets of his pale skull.

[soundofez]

Fairy Ring

Wes Evans visits his little brother in the hills to look for fairies and maybe escape an arranged marriage. He finds himself taken as the new king’s consort, which isn’t quite what he was going for— but it’s better.

read it on ao3

welcome to resbang 2017!! i’m excited and proud to be able to kick off the season with my favorite disaster couple :D

my artists this season fic have been @sahdah [x] and @fabulousanima [x]. thank you for spoiling me with your wonderful art! i am and will forever be honored to have been your writer ♥

eternal thanks go to the enchanting @l0chn3ss, my enabler and beta-reader from the very start. this fic would not exist without you u3u

you can find Fairy Ring here on ao3. if you’d rather test the waters, well— please enjoy ACT I: Wishes.

don’t ever walk into a fairy circle. for protection: iron, salt, rowan and vervain and hazel. never give out your true name.

“You know, salt is what keeps us away.”

Wes looks up from scattering oregano and sees, looming intimately close and yet too far away, a slender young man dressed all in black. “Oh,” he breathes. “You’re beautiful. Why would I want to keep you away?”

The man stares. Wes’s heart skips a golden beat.

Then, with a blink, he wakes.

His little brother is staring down at him. Wes thinks he catches an inhuman red in Soul’s eyes, a fragment of flash photography— and then the moment passes, and they are their usual brown.

“A b-beast is gonna get you one of these days,” Soul sighs.

“Love you, too,” Wes mumbles. He sits up and absently taps a few fingers to his chest. “Time is it?”

“Sundown. You shouldn’t s-still be out.”

Wes pushes himself to his feet and pats himself down. “It wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t live in the hills,” he points out as he sheds stray grass blades. “You know what the locals call you?”

Soul smirks. “The Catholics call me a demon. The rest are too smart to call me anything.”

“No, they call you a witch.”

Soul waves a dismissive hand. “Same difference.” He scowls at Wes. “Are those mushrooms? What’re you doing with them?”

Wes returns the scowl with what he is sure is an impressively patronizing frown of his own. “I’m gonna cook ‘em. Duh.”

Soul picks up an offending fungus. “No, why were they… on the ground at all?”

“They grew there, of course.”

Soul sighs. The sound is tinged with exasperation, but only just. “These are shiitake mushrooms.”

“So?”

“So if you’re gonna lie, at least try and be plausible.”

Wes beams. “But if I did that, how would you ever know I was lying?”

“Wow, th-thanks, you braggart.” Soul’s voice is as flat as any of his expressions, but Wes is reasonably certain that he hears sincerity. “Here.”

Wes deposits his handfuls of fungi into the wicker basket before he takes it. “That’s the spirit. Why’d you come looking for me?”

Soul gestures mutely at the rapidly darkening sky.

“It’s not even twilight yet,” Wes says. “How’d you know where to find me?”

Soul’s scowl deepens ever-so-slightly. “I have my sources.”

“You and your little birds,” Wes grumbles. He tosses the last of the mushrooms into the basket and straightens, tugging his necklace from under his shirt to fiddle with the charm.

Soul sighs. “Put that down,” he warns, exasperated, as Wes lifts the loops of violin string to his eye. “Don’t know why you even bother,” he adds, crossing his arms, but he doesn’t move away.

“A harmless habit,” Wes says cheerfully, dropping the charm back down the front of his shirt.

“Yea, well, don’t do it ’round the— guest.”

Wes doesn’t miss Soul’s hesitation, but he also doesn’t pry. “We have a guest?” (Okay, he pries a little, but Soul has been fidgeting in that cagey way of his ever since Wes woke up, and he is burning with unanswered questions.)

“I have a guest. N-not family.” Soul hesitates again, just as briefly as before, but this time Wes recognizes caution. “He’ll be gone before dawn, but—”

“I have enough to make him dinner, too,” Wes offers, cheerfully brandishing his mushroom-laden wicker basket.

Soul sighs. “He’ll take it if he wants to, I suppose,” he says, turning and striding into the woods around them. Wes follows, waiting in placid silence for Soul to tell him more about the mysterious guest.

“… He’s my boss,” Soul admits, several minutes later. “You, ah… I cannot afford for you to make a poor impression on him, and he is… not likely to take kindly to your— harmless habit.”

Wes taps his chest with absent-minded fingers, tracing the circle of violin string hanging quietly under his shirt. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says softly.

Soul’s guest is familiar, in a dizzying, déjà vu kind of way, but Wes is certain that he’s never seen the man in his life, if only because he’d surely remember such precise elegance.

“I apologize for running off without letting you in, Ki-Kid,” Soul says as he unlocks his front door. “You understand my haste, I’m sure.”

Kid’s eyes flick to Wes. “Perfectly,” he agrees.

Wes feels oddly flattered, but isn’t sure why. “A pleasure to meet you,” he murmurs.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Kid replies, with breathtaking honesty that Wes could get lost in.

“This is my brother, Wes,” Soul tells Kid.

His name feels like a dash of cold water, shocking his system and washing it clear. Wes finds himself ushered into the house, and then the kitchen.

“Are you okay?” Soul whispers.

“Fine, I’m…” Wes loses track of the sentence and diverts to something more important. “That’s him? Your… boss?”

“Yes.”

“He’s beautiful.” Whoops.

Soul is grimacing. “He’s dangerous,” he says. “Stay away from him.”

“Can I cook him dinner?”

Soul sighs. “Yes, fine, but he might not take it.” He pauses. “He has my— my dietary restrictions.”

Wes salutes. “No salt, lots of milk and cream.”

Soul nods and glances at the kitchen door. “I should go… speak with him.”

“He’s a guest,” Wes agrees. “Go be a good host.”

Soul salutes back, smiling faintly. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Wes pauses at the closed door to Soul’s study, not quite eavesdropping— rather, he’s listening to tones and cadences more than to words. Soul’s voice he knows: emotionlessly even, with only the slightest of variations to indicate that he has feelings. Kid’s voice, though, is new and expressive and utterly intoxicating.

“Dinner’s ready,” Wes announces at last, knocking on wood.

The door clicks open smoothly, and Wes finds himself looking down at Kid. “Perfect,” the man beams. “Lead the way, dear.”

“Of course,” Wes says, and hopes that the grin spreading across his face looks less stupid than it feels.

Soul’s cottage doesn’t have a dining room, only a little round table beside the back door in the kitchen. Usually there’s only a single seat, but Soul has extra chairs in the pantry, and Wes had taken the liberty of setting the table for three before fetching them.

“What’s this?” Soul asks. “Cream of mushroom— Wes.”

Wes startles at his name— he hadn’t quite registered that his brother had followed him and Kid. “They’re mushrooms, they grow from dirt anyway,” he says, petulantly, one hand rising absently to hook itself around his necklace.

“You’re not wrong,” Soul sighs, and Wes lets go of the necklace. “Freely given,” he tells Kid, already seated. “Please stop flirting.”

“Why?” Wes asks, seating himself.

“Because you’re taken, Wes,” Soul says bluntly, and Wes rips his gaze from Kid to stare at his brother, betrayed, but Soul is watching Kid.

“Is that so?” Kid sounds calm, but the expressiveness of his voice has vanished, and Wes’s skin prickles with goosebumps at the  sudden chill in the room.

“He’s betrothed,” Soul continues to Kid, with an ugly note of smugness, apparently unaware of—

Wes stands, feeling empty, empty, empty. “Excuse me,” he says.

Soul looks at him, finally, with abrupt guilt. “Wes—”

But Wes is out of the kitchen and halfway to his room and not about to stop.

He locks his door like a petulant child and crumples to the floor, a sob caught in his throat— but where he once would have let Soul hear him cry, he now chokes on rage and desperation and hurt. He’d come here, to the hills, to his brother, to get away from his impending marriage. It was supposed to be his personal, private bachelor’s party with the one other person on the planet who knows how intensely terrified Wes is of his familial duties.

The one other person who was supposed to know, at least. Wes scrubs at his eyes angrily and glares at the bed.

Someone knocks at the door. “Wes,” Soul says.

Wes doesn’t answer.

“I’m… sorry.”

Soul doesn’t lie. Wes doesn’t care. He scoots off his ass and crawls to the bed.

Soul sighs. “Wes, please,” he repeats, knocking again, and he sounds as heartless as Wes feels. (He’s not, Wes knows— but Wes isn’t listening for Soul’s subtle tells, not right now, and he doesn’t care. He pulls a knapsack out from under the bed and tries not to remember why it’s there.)

“Please let me… explain myself.”

Wes shoves himself to his feet and unlatches the window over the bed.

“Kid is… dangerous,” Soul is saying. “I wanted to ward him off, to protect you, but I should have remembered how you felt. Feel. About the whole affair. I apologize.”

“I don’t need protecting,” Wes hisses to the wooden shutters as he swings them outward.

“I know,” Soul sighs, as if he’d heard Wes. “I know you don’t… need me. But Wes, please, be careful. At least until Kid leaves.”

Wes slings his knapsack out the window and clambers after it.

“Master Evans,” a mild voice says.

Wes startles and tumbles to the cropped grass. His heart reappears in his chest, beating furiously as if to make up for its agonizing absence. “Kid,” he blurts, scrambling to his feet. “What are you—” He glances around, expecting at any moment to see Soul’s pale hair.

“I was just about to be on my way when I saw you leaving as well,” Kid says pleasantly. (Eagerly.) “I thought I would wait for you.”

Wes tugs at the chain of his necklace, abashed at having been caught but flattered at having the man’s attention. “You shouldn’t have,” he murmurs, but he’s grinning uncontrollably.

Kid grins back, fey and sharp. “If you need somewhere to go…”

Wes blinks. “Oh, no, I couldn’t. I can afford a night at the inn in town.”

Kid eyes Wes’s knapsack. “You have a bedroll with you.”

“I can afford a night at the inn,” Wes repeats.

Kid nods. “Let me accompany you, then,” he declares, and beckons for Wes to follow him down the little dirt path leading away from the house.

Be careful, Soul had said, and Kid is dangerous, but Wes chases the warnings from his thoughts. “I would be honored, sir.”

“As you should be.” Kid’s reply might be flippant if it didn’t sound so rote. “So, you are betrothed.”

Wes’s heart falls. “An arrangement of convenience,” he says bitterly, staring down the path. “My heart is my own.”

“I see.” Kid sounds pleased. (Wes’s heart trembles with irresistible hope.) “Do you… seek someone to give it to?”

You, Wes almost blurts, but holds his tongue out of lingering caution. “I seek an escape from false convenience,” he says instead, sneaking a glance at Kid in time to catch the corners of Kid’s lips quirk upward.

In a blink, the man is looming over him, close enough for Wes to feel cool breaths whispering over his face. (It smells woodsy, or perhaps like a muggy, blanketing fog.)

(They are surrounded by trees. The dirt path is nowhere in sight. When had they stopped walking? Had they ever started?)

“Why not let me provide, Wes Evans?” Kid asks, and Wes feels like he’s drowning in a golden, blissful sea. “Is it enough, Wes Evans, to confess that I want your heart?” Kid’s words sound more like promise than like confession. “Or should I admit that I want you in entirety? Or— perhaps I should steal you away. Let me grant your wishes, Wes Evans, and you will want for nothing.”

“I wish,” Wes whispers to gold, gold, gold.

Cold fingers slide into his hair. The shock jolts Wes from his stupor and weakens whatever influence Kid is exerting, just enough for Wes to tug instinctively at his necklace.

Violin string falls against his chest. Kid’s hand vanishes. Without the support, Wes’s knees give out, but he presses the silver loops to one eye—

“Don’t look at me, Wes Evans,” Kid commands, too late.

The charm drops from Wes’s fingers. He presses the heel of his hand to the weeping eye. “I wish to escape this world,” he gasps.

Kid’s face twists in— rage? Confusion? Greed?— some swirling, chaotic, alien mass of emotion. It’s the last thing Wes sees before his world turns to pitch, and woodsy fog whispers, “Wish granted, Wes Evans.”

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