#bliss starling

[jasmineandcedar]

The bargain

An Elriel one-shot (Elain’s POV).

This one-shot is inspired by @violetasteracademic's beautiful theory post about Azriel and Elain’s future bargain. You’ll find her post here.

My headcanon is that they can choose where to put their bargain tattoos, although it doesn’t seem like they can from canon. But if they could, this is one way I imagine Elain and Azriel entering a bargain could play out during a clandestine meeting in the townhouse garden…

I had so much fun writing this, although dialogue is difficult for me as English is not my native language. But I decided it was time to give it a go! I hope someone might like this as much as I liked writing it.

Warning: Fluff, kissing, sexual undertones.

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Elain laid sprawled across the soft grass of the townhouse garden. She knew there would probably be grass stains on her dusty pink dress. She didn’t mind that at all. That was one of the points of lying in the grass, after all. She had never liked when things were too perfect. She had secretly collected many grass stains throughout the years. Some of her favourites were the ones she had obtained during the times she spent in this particular garden with a particular shadowsinger, basking in the warmth of the sun.

She had left her shoes inside to feel the gentle touch of the lush grass under her feet. Her eyes were closed, afternoon sunlight caressing her skin like a warm blanket of the most delicate silk. The unique warmth of sunlight had a way of making her feel weightless, like she became part of the surroundings.

She opened her eyes just in time to see two starlings twirl and dance across the blue sky above, seamlessly shifting between sailing on the summer breeze and beating their wings with a cadence only nature could inspire. The hydrangea shrubs swayed in the gentle breeze to that same cadence. Heavy blossoms of crisp white weighed down their delicate branches, soft streams of hazy afternoon sunlight seeping through them to throw gentle shade across the warm grass.

Elain closed her eyes again and let the sound of the softly swaying shrubs and the delicate floral scents of the early summer blossoms connect with her senses.

Then, of course, there were those undertones of night-chilled mist and cedar, which could only mean one thing.

Azriel was sprawled on his side next to her, his head resting on a tattooed arm. Elain opened her eyes and turned to lie on her side to face him. Even surrounded by the wonders of the natural world, he was the most wondrous of them all. His dark hair caught the sunlight like a raven’s wing under moonlight. The black of his tattoos unfurled across his arms like intricate tree roots weaving across unscathed earth. His wings of jet black were sprawled gracefully behind him, illuminated by reds and golds in the early summer sun.

But most wondrous of all was that gentle soul of his that spoke to hers as tenderly as the stillness of early morning.

In this moment, sleep had finally found that gentle soul.

A soft breeze rippled through the rose bushes lining the walls of the town house, whispering of the blissfulness of early summer. It rustled lightly through Azriel’s dark hair. Elain studied his features. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing calm and slow. Rouge strands of midnight black fell across his brow, the furrow between them dissolved. He looked pristine in peaceful slumber against the floral backdrop. It was rare to find him so relaxed and for a moment Elain’s heart ached. She felt the vision of him softening her already melting heart.

How long they stayed like that she didn’t know. It could have been eons. She would have liked to stay there for eons. Maybe by then things would have changed, and a female’s choice would be enough to dictate her future.

She had made her choice already. She was looking at him.

It was unfortunate that the only acceptable choice was the one that was no choice at all.

If her choice wasn’t enough, she wished there was some other way to unravel the fabric of fate. She wanted to put a needle in it and stitch her own path across it. She was surrounded by bonds, magic, and threads but all of them seemed to just tie her in place.

Threads.

Something was tugging at her memory. A conversation Feyre had with her and Nesta shortly after they were Made.

Not threads...

Bindings. Magical ties.

Bargains.

Feyre had warned her of Fae bargains. Magical bargains that bound souls to each other, with the threat of great danger should the bargain be broken. Why Elain thought of that now she had no idea. Perhaps it was the Mother herself that gave her the idea. Or perhaps it was wishful thinking—the wish that love could trump a mating bond making her hope for things that could never be. Some would say she should have banished such foolish fantasies long ago.

But she hadn’t. Wouldn’t.

And perhaps this was it. Perhaps she could spin a new thread, superseding the stitches of fate.

Her heart soared at the thought.

Perhaps love could trump a mating bond. Her love, who was sleeping peacefully in front of her in the garden they had made theirs.

“Love,” she whispered, watching him carefully. Something stirred in the shadowsinger.

She was bursting with the need to tell him. But she couldn’t bring herself to wake him. So, she forced the thoughts aside as she waited for him to wake up. If being Made had robbed her of choice, it had given her plenty of time. They were immortal after all, a concept that had been so inconceivable from the human perspective she hadn’t yet fully grasped it.

She could wait until he woke up.

As if he had sensed her excitement, Azriel stirred again. Slowly his eyes fluttered open and Elain was met with a sleepy smile.

“Hello,” she whispered.

She let one hand travel slowly across the soft grass in the space between them.

“Hello,” he answered in a drowsy, tender voice. His hand mirrored the movements of hers.

There was freedom in the quiet collision of their fingers. The thrill of feeling his skin brush against hers was another form of weightlessness—an even better one.

“Let’s make a bargain,” Elain whispered after a few moments of silence.

“What?” Azriel said dazedly, still in that blissful space between sleep and awareness that had that sleepy smile plastered across his features. His hazel eyes moved lazily from her fingers grazing his hand to look into her eyes.

“A bargain,” she repeated.

Silence.

He blinked hard, in a way that made him scrunch his nose. Elain felt butterflies taking flight in her chest.

When he opened his eyes again, realization seemed to have dawned on him, and he narrowed his eyes to study Elain’s features.

“You do know about Fae bargains, right?”

“I do,” Elain said. “Feyre told me.”

Azriel reached out a hand to touch her shoulder. He retrieved it, holding his index finger in the air between them, eyes focused on the ladybug that was climbing up his scarred finger.

“And you know about the consequences of not upholding one?” He asked hesitantly, his eyes flickering to Elain’s before returning to the ladybug.

“I do.” She responded, following the ladybug's ascent.

“And you are aware the bargain will be marked on your body in ink?” he continued.

“I am.”

“It won’t fade until the bargain is fulfilled,” he stated plainly, his gaze returning to study Elain as the ladybug took flight, aiming for the rose bushes lining the walls of the townhouse.

“I know that too.”

“And you want to make a bargain,” he said slowly.

“I want to make a bargain with you,” Elain corrected him. She reached out her hand and swept an ebony curl from his forehead.

They watched each other in silence. She knew there were 500 years of relentless restraint battling his heart in that moment. She waited until he was ready to speak.

Finally, he laced his fingers with hers again and broke the silence.

“Let’s make a bargain then,” he echoed, curiously indulging in her peculiar pursuit. Something sparkled in his usually shadowed eyes—shadows that were nowhere to be seen now.

It was perhaps a little mad, to enter into a magical bargain on a whim. But the normally prudent shadowsinger had a soft spot for the lovely seer. Elain knew it and treated it with great care.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked.

His thumb stroked hers gently. Elain knew of the demons he had battled to be able to do that.  These days, he seemed to be winning that battle.

She looked around. Her eyes fell upon the rose bushes. Then at the wrought-iron table beside them, where she had sat with a cup of tea as Azriel sprawled on the chaise longue, sunning his wings, that first time he had taken her to the garden. Two chubby house sparrows were strutting around the area beneath the table now, looking for even more sustenance to satiate them. She smiled. That first time in the garden she had no idea how much Azriel would come to mean to her. But those rose bushes were a constant reminder of where it all had started.

“How about this,” she started and inched a little closer to him in the grass, feeling as though she was about to convey something very secret.

He would always let her have the last word. So, she weighed her words carefully.

“Whenever we see a rose, we will think of each other,” she suggested, chestnut eyes wide.

He hesitated for a moment.

“As long as there are roses you will always be bound to that bargain,” he whispered. “It can’t be fulfilled.”

“Are you saying I would be tied to you as long as there are roses in the world?” Elain asked.

Azriel’s eyes fell upon their intertwined fingers.

“That’s one way of putting it,” he said slowly, a smile crawling up the side of his face.

“Then I’ll make sure there are always roses in the world.” Elain said through a smile of her own. “I’ve been told I’m very good at planting things and keeping them alive.”

“That, you are.” It was his turn to swipe a rouge strand of golden-brown from her face. She felt her skin warm at his tender touch.

His fingers lingered, caressing her cheek. He bit his bottom lip as his gaze landed on that blush that was undoubtedly spreading across her cheeks. Elain had always found her tendency to blush a particularly bothersome one. Azriel seemed to think otherwise.

His eyes were on hers again.

“How will you explain that you suddenly have a tattoo?” he murmured.

“I don’t intend to show it.” She smirked and saw it mirrored on his beautiful features.

“Sneaky seer,” he said lovingly through his smirk as he grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I could put it under my foot,” Elain mused.

Azriel chuckled softly. “Clever.”

Then he leaned over, and Elain felt herself fall back into the soft grass.

“Oh, goodness,” she gasped softly.

“Indeed,” said the still smirking shadowsinger.

Suddenly Elain was looking up into his hazel eyes. The dark hair falling on his brow contrasted with the blue summer sky above them, like the blue windflowers she had only seen in books, with their dark centers and delicate blue petals. Leaning on an elbow, he swept his free hand into her hair. His thumb drew soft strokes along her cheek as his eyes travelled over her features. Elain’s hand moved to gently rest on the back of his before her eyes fluttered close. Her lips parted in a silent yes to his invitation. She felt his breath gently whisper along her cheek before he moved to press a tender kiss to her lips in the way that always made her heart flutter.

“Any other ideas?” he husked, voice vibrating against her lips.

Another kiss.

There was no demand in his kisses when he kissed like this—when he kissed her like it was the first time. Not in the way his eyes closed before he slanted his mouth over hers and slowly, tenderly, pressed their lips together. Nor in the smooth rhythm of his movements, like the quiet pulsing of waves against the sunny shore. When Azriel kissed like this, his kisses were slow and enticing, intimate and inviting—a polite question mark at the end of a mischievous suggestion of something he knew they both desired. That desire, which they so rarely got to act on, swirled between them. It tangled around them like grapevines reaching for the sunlight, full of sweet fruit ready to be picked and tasted.

They deepened the kiss, falling into their perfect rhythm. Just like they did when he so often led her into a slow dance even without music to guide them. Under starry skies, safe from watchful eyes.

Elain felt his body settle against hers, their lips locked in dance like those starlings that twirled in the summer sky. She raised her fingers to graze the sensitive skin of his neck and felt him shudder at the touch.

She wanted to explore all the ways she could make Azriel shudder.

Slowly, she let her fingers travel upwards into those soft curls of midnight black. She could swear he was smiling. She knew she was.

His hand moved to tenderly stroke her neck before he leaned back slightly, lingering in the space where their lips barely touched. His nose brushed gently against hers.

It was so quiet, as if time itself had stopped, just so they could have this moment undisturbed.

“Mmm...” he murmured softly against her lips, and she felt the smile on his. “You were saying?”

For a moment, Elain had forgotten all about bargains and tattoos, except the ones underneath his clothes.

She collected herself.

“Perhaps we could make the tattoo a tiny one behind my ear,” she whispered breathlessly, still caressing the back of his neck. She opened her eyes, only to feel that familiar warmth spread across her cheeks at the sight of him.

He leaned in again and pressed a kiss to that flush on her cheek, so featherlight that Elain almost shivered at the touch.

She let one equally featherlight finger glide down his neck in reciprocation.

“I think you can do better than that.” His voice was husky against her skin. His teeth nipped playfully at her bottom lip. “I can think of a few places.”

So could the lovely seer.

“Perhaps…” She paused and locked his gaze with hers in the way she secretly knew could bring him to his knees. “On my inner thigh.”

Azriel stilled, his face barely an inch away, eyes an unblinking swirl of hazel on hers. There was a storm beneath that calm surface. The slight shift in his scent gave it away.

“Yes,” he breathed, a little too quickly.

Excitement overtaking her, Elain pressed a hand against his chest to push him back into the grass. Azriel’s eyes widened at the sudden movement. But as they lay there on their sides again, face to face, she simply hooked her pinkie with his.

“Promise?”

He chuckled softly and hooked his pinkie with hers, eyebrows raised in puzzlement.

Nothing happened.

He watched her in silent amusement.

“I know about Fae bargains, but I don’t know the details of how you enter one,” she admitted. “I was told I shouldn’t do such things.”

Azriel laughed—quietly but unrestrained. Elain's breath caught as she took in the sight of him, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

She would kill another king to keep him laughing like this.

He bit his lower lip to collect himself.

“Is this how humans bargain?” he chuckled and wiggled his pinkie against hers.

“Some of them,” Elain said through laughter of her own. “How do we do it?”

“This… would work, actually,” he said in surprise, perhaps mostly to himself, as he watched their interlinked pinkies.

“Repeat the bargain,” he commanded, hooking his pinkie more firmly around hers.

“Whenever we see a rose, we will think of each other,” Elain recited, eyes widening in anticipation.

“Agreed,” he said.

She was still staring into those hazel eyes of his as she felt what could only be magic zap between them. It rippled through their interlinked fingers and spread through her entire body. She let out a gasp as she felt a tingle on her inner thigh.

A few silent seconds passed.

“Is it done?” she asked.

Azriel only inclined his head.

She scanned his body, the already tattooed golden-brown skin visible on his neck and arms.

“Where is your tattoo?” she asked.

“I guess you’ll have to find out,” he said through another smirk. “But perhaps not here, because I would have to take my clothes off.”

Once upon a time, she would have blushed at the suggestion.

Now she laughed.

And blushed.

The townhouse may not be used much these days, but there was no guarantee of privacy.

“You would take your clothes off for me elsewhere then?” she asked cheekily.

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before,” he said, flashing her a wicked grin.

Suddenly visions flashed before her eyes. Tanned skin under moonlight. Her back against his chest, his hand in her hair, lips on her neck and praise in her ear, the roll of his hips, and his name on her lips like a prayer.

Azriel.

Not visions. Memories.

His voice brought her back to the present.

“You only need to ask.”

Offer and permission.

She had a feeling he would do anything she asked of him. She vowed to never misuse that devotion. Azriel was far too precious to her for that.

After a long pause, his brows furrowed.

“Are there any roses that don’t look like normal roses?” he asked a little hesitantly. “What if I don’t recognize it’s a rose?”

“You will!” Elain said confidently. “I hear Fae bargains are very painful if you don’t adhere to them.”

She gave him a grave look before her smile broke free once more.

And there it was again. That unrestrained smile of his. She’d figure out all the ways to pull it out of him. She had come to find out she was quite good at that. Perhaps all that work in the gardens had taught her a thing or two about nurturing precious things to life in more ways than one. Those hazel eyes that hid so much kindness were made for smiles and laughter and love. She would make sure he knew of it.

There was also some self-indulgence in her desire to see more of that smile of his. But the way he stole glances from her, brushed his fingers against hers, or threw her wicked smirks when no one saw them had her thinking he wouldn’t mind that at all.

There was liberation in that smile.

For both of them.

“It won’t matter much, whether I know how to recognize all the roses of the world, I guess,” he said through that liberating smile of his after some contemplation, leaning over to pin her to the grass once more.

“It won’t?” Elain asked, running a hand through his hair.

He smiled against her neck as he spoke.

“I think about you all the time, anyway.”

[yan-bts]

Little one (jjk X reader)

👁‍🗨Part -7 (Ending)👁‍🗨

⚠️ Contains light smut | Forced smut | non-con

M!yandere jjk x F!innocent outcast

For disclaimer and part -1 , please refer to ⚜️part -1⚜️

Previous

“Can you ?”

H-huh?.Starled by the question thrown at you by your classmate. “Can you sit at my place today , I have to do some work alone at last desk?”.Your classmate whom you didn't knew showed up to you with a neutral rude face . “Ye-yeah s-sure , where do I-i have t-to s-sit”. You asked with a nervous tone hoping it was an isolated desk too.Your classmate rolled his eyes and said .“It's beside Jungkook”. You froze , you started instantly reacting. “Se-see please don't d-do this , I c-can sit a-anywhere b-but not t-there please”. You started begging him as if your life is dependent on him. “Listen stop bickering me , I have work to do for principal , if you say one more thing I will complaint about you”. You immediately stopped and bowed towards him in an attempt to apologise and calm your racing heart. Your mind lingers with panic and stomach clenched like rubber . You just wanted to go and disappear. You can't sit beside Jungkook especially not your harrasser , with shaking footsteps and wide eyes you saw his desk , only to find no one as it was break. With shaking legs and sweating palm you went towards his seat . You mentally prayed that jungkook will not come after break but you also knew it wasn't possible .

You placed your head down , not wanting to face anyone and started thinking about your life that was ruined by jungkook , the layer of overthinking and future directions. Suddenly you felt someone's presence and you knew who it was . You kept your head down not wanting to look back up like a child scared by ghosts . An arm was wrapped around your waist after, you heard his whisper “Baby , class is started look up”. You froze and started processing events as you looked back up and saw his eyes dangerously piercing through yours , stripping you in clothes. You nodded with fear . He came close to your ears giving you goosebumps all around your body . “Come close , still very sensitive to daddy's touch?” , He pressed his arms more tightly crushing your hip bones . You still didn't came closer, fighting your inner uncomfortably . He grabbed you more tightly pulling you as close as he could. "Ah-ah" moan of pain emerged your mouth , bliss for him.

Throughout the whole remaining day , he grabbed you , pulled you , touched you inappropriately on all parts of your body ,under the skirts , your underwear and you were on the verge of tears at this point. You mentally lost the battle and your body was not responding like you wanted. After the last bell rang , all the students were leaving the classroom and you started packing up things with shaky hands and in tears while jungkook still touching you , his eyes pierced through yours as he saw you struggling to pack up everything. You wanted to leave so bad that you stood up causing jungkook hands to jerk down. You attempted to leave but he grabbed your thighs under the skirt . “Wanting to leave so soon babygirl , you will definitely get punished for it” . He grabbed your thighs so tight that it left purple marks . “P-please le-let m-me g-go, please”. Desperately you cried for mercy . “What if I say no?” . “Please j-jungkook , y-you a-already r-ruined m-my family ,w-what d-do you w-want n-now”. You stood up bold with this question as jungkook pinned you to the desk , his manhood touching your waist and his hands grabbing your hands backwards. He came dangerously close , as you tried to look away . He clenched your jaw to face him . “You”. He said straight up looking towards you. “I want you , babygirl . My only motive to ruin your family is wanting you”. Your body froze and mind went blank , why does he want you and why only you .

“Wear this and come to my house tomorrow, baby ,I have a surprise for you”. Jungkook said with a smirk , handing you a bag. “Wh-what's this”. You got starled by the immediate response when you were overthinking, his one hands still around your waist and other hand having a bag. “I-I d-don't-”. “If you want to see your family including your lovely sister alive then you will do it right ,baby ?”. Your words got cut by jungkook's agressive threat and smirk. You nodded with head down and shivering body. “Good girl” .He proceeded to come closer to you and you started resisting , He grabbed your face to face towards him and kissed you harshly on your lips to the point of bleeding. Your screams were morphed and tears dried as he stopped and left you there all alone crying just like a harraser. You started thinking of ending your life but as a sadist he was , you must fulfill his desire to have your family alive or else your and your family's life will be dommed.You gather up the courage to stand and look into the bag , only to find a red draped silk lingerie , shining it's colours and screaming desperation in a refined way. You were disgusted by the fabric, never in your life you thought you would wear this. You always thought you didn't looked good enough to wear revealing dresses and here you have to wear this piece of cloth ,looting your innocence.

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Your feet were going towards something you were going to regret. You never wanted to go, but it’s for your family and your future. Maybe he just want this ? . Maybe he will leave after taking your innocence. You knocked on the door with shaky legs, you came at the exact timings he told you to come. The door opened and there he stood only in his shorts and a towel around making him look 10x hotter. "Babygirl I was waiting for you". He said with a smirk ,melting your each organ with the husky voice he had. You were sure today he won't let you go.

“Jung-Jungkook, wh-why di-did you c-called m-me?” You dumbly asked the question knowing exactly why, but you still had hope that it was not what you were thinking, hoping it would be just a prank. “Didn’t you know at the time of wearing my gift that why I called you ‘huh, sugar?” He said teasingly, You turned red and nervous. You did not want it, nor did you even think about having it. In today’s era, when teens are engaged in such activities, you kept yourself pure and unbothered by everything; you did not want to give yourself up just like that; you are mentally not prepared. Jungkook pulled you by hand inside his lavish mansion, reflecting the money and class his family has, unlike you. He pinned you to the wall and put his hands around your waist, escaping a growl. You closed your eyes processing the moment. Your mind is going in the circles where Jungkook’s hand is going inside your t-shirt. “Jungkook, I d-do no-not want this.” You said fighting back the urges your body was having under his touch. “Did you wear the things inside I gave you, sweetheart?”. You nodded, wiggling under his touch as you were feeling uncomfortable with this new feeling. “Then show me,” He tore your t-shirt as Hulk, revealing the red bra that came in the lingerie set. He licked his lips, checking you out as you covered yourself with your hands. He pulled your hands upwards and came dangerously close to your face. “Don’t hide that asset sugar; I bet it tastes sweet.” He closed every gap, making you feel every inch of his aroused manhood. You can't think properly now; you don’t want to get into this, but your body is betraying you under his touch. He opened the pin and pulled your skirt down, revealing you only in the lingerie he gave. You were shaking by this point; you were not capable of handling such a beast you aroused; your body turned red, and your mind went blank. Tears started coming down your cheeks. “Jung-kook, n-n-no s-stop.” You resisted. He pulled you and carried you bridal style to his room as you proceeded to resist.

He threw you on the bed and locked the door. “Jung-jungkook, n-no, please.” No matter how much you tried to resist, you know he won't stop. “Don’t take my name with such hotness; you are making me weak.” How can someone as small as you make him weak? It's your body and innocence that do the job; it's attractive for him. You drove him crazy with the lingerie. He knew red would suit you, just as he said he would make you wear it on the first night. Your plump boobs hidden by a piece of small cloth and hips asking to get fucked by him was enough to make him weak. “Y/N , don’t stop me. I can't stop right now, not at this point”. You know it's serious when he took your name instead of some pet name. He took you by force and started devouring your neck, like a beast. You let him do everything. You knew you couldn't do anything now. Your shivering hot body made him tear your bra, leaving your naked upper body and him. He started nibbling your nipples, and the room was filled with your moans and his grunts. “I was waiting for this for so long, your sweet body under me.”. He started nibbling more forcefully, making your sensitive spot sore, making you moan with pain.

He pulled down your thong, revealing the sweet spot he wants to go. He started rubbing your vagina, making you moan with a new feeling. You started resisting even more as Jungkook's fingers were tingling your vagina. “N-no ahh.”. All your moans were making him push further inside. He pulled his shorts downward, making his manhood completely visible. He placed himself between your legs. “Baby, this is for you. Now you are mine; you can't escape me.”. You were too stunned to speak anything, followed by constant pleas and tears. He did not stop and pounded your vagina right in front of your eyes. It was a new feeling indeed it was, as he was going. You were just left to feel and regret every bit of it. Your body moaned against your will and reacted according to him. “Geez, babe, I love your moan,” as he continued doing it. Blood, sweat, and precum’s smell was going all around the room; your blood, his sweat, your defeat. What he exactly wanted, your defeat .At this time you had 2 things in mind: maybe he will leave you forever or will molest you forever. Baiting your life, you came here hoping the first answer is correct. Tears escaped as you smiled and let him do everything to you. Your life was going the dark way. He will leave you right? after this ?.

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“Ping”. A notification popped up on your mother's phone as she looked up to her phone and saw the video sended to her by an unknown number. “Y/N BITCH”. She roared through the house , although except you and her none was there after disowning your sister . You flinched at the sudden outburst after processing the swear. Your mother came to your room , angry , fierce , eyes piercing towards you , ready to be your death . “M-mom , what ha-happened”. “You bitch had sex with jungkook?”. Your mother shouted in a rude and agressive voice , she came towards you and grabbed you by your hair . “A-ah m-mom n-no I d-did not” . You also knew you cant lie about this situation as he did took your innocence. “Bitch look at this video , you seem to be enjoying like a slut here” . She plunged the phone towards you while grabbing your hair tighter. “N-no m-mom”. You started crying more as you saw the 20 second clip of you and him , he recorded secretly. By this time you were out of air , you can't speak and just wanted to pass out . “Look at your face bitch , you don't even deserve a rich , handsome dude like him , you already took my precious daughter from me , it's all because of you , and now you are trapping jungkook with a pig like face” . After she was over cursing you , she spitted on your face, causing you to burst a loud cry . She pulled you by hair towards hallway and started beating you while cursing agressively. “Bitch you don't deserve him , your sister deserved him more , you worthless pig”. You gulped down all the beatings and curses as you cried and smiled internally , after being r*ped , harrassed , beaten , this is the treatment you get . Your only weakness was silence and this is what silence yielded. “Even, I settled for your broke father , you can't have a rich lifestyle in future”. Your mother stopped and grabbed the knife from the kitchen counter and straight up came towards you, her face all red and revenge written all over her face , she only has one plan that is killing you. You snatched her daughter, her pride, her ego. She hated you since the day you were born. You buried your head in the knees ready to die. SHOOT , SHOOT , SHOOT. You flinched when you heard the gunshot, you looked up quickly just to find out blood all over you and your mother's lifeless body looking straight at you with 4 bullet holes straight up her head . You screamed on top of your lungs, you were horrified and shivering to the point that your muscles were cramping and seeing blood and dead body was too much for your faint heart . You sobbed more loudly and looked around who did this , as your life is also at stake.

“Baby, no worries she is dead now , no one can kill you”. Jungkook came in his sliky white shirt all clean in contrast to your bloody t-shirt and jeans. He hugged to console your frozen state making his shirt bloody. “Babe , no one can take you away , especially not an old bitch”. You couldn't process what happened right now and hoped all it was a dream . You looked up hoping all this was an illusion only to find jungkook smiling at you and caressing your hair. You tried to break away from the scene but he held you tight making sure you can't escape. “Ho-how are y-you h-here , l-leave m-me”. You tried to jerk him off but you failed. “Thanks to the secret microphone I attached to your body , I get your 24/7 updates”. He whispered in a honey dominating tone , enjoying your frightening state and biting your ears. Your eyes widened with the extent jungkook could go to stalk. You never noticed any microphone attached to your body. He killed your mother, abandoned your sister, r*ped you , ruined your life, yet you are here as he hugs you and you got nothing to repeal.

From here onwards story will have 2 endings, choose according girlies

Twisted bonds (ending up with JK)

Mutual Destruction (not ending up with JK)

1)Twisted bonds (ending up with JK)

“I thereby declare you and jungkook as husband and wife”. As the priest says , the crowd cheered but nobody could notice your tears under the veil. Your father didn't came to walk you through aisle as he filed the case against both of you for killing his wife . He only wants compensation as he already remarried someone his daughter's age . You were disgusted by this fact and blamed everything on jungkook .Thanks to jungkook's powerful political background and money , he won the case and got away with the murder and even threw money at your father's face to keep quiet. One thing you can't understand is , was your family this twisted before jungkook came or is it because of jungkook ? We all have dark desires. Jungkook lifted your veil up and as you are used to his harsh kisses , he kissed you again and you kissed him back , as you have no one beside him and you were dependent on him , you starts to give in jungkook's affection and treatment , slowly becoming his obedient wife.

“So , first night after marriage babe. I can't count how many time I have fucked you before it also”. Jungkook's pretty powerful voice on top of you drove you nuts , making your whole body red. From now on you are his and he is yours.

“Mom , look at the drawing”. Your son handed you the drawing. You looked at it, at first you couldn't understand the details but as you unfolded the drawing , you were horrified, all the past memories came haunting towards you. Right there was a drawing of a girl and a guy along with a dead person behind them. Your hands started shaking . “Ba-baby , whats this ? whom did you drew?” . You asked your son as he innocently smiled and said “Mummy this is me and my bestfriend and this sleeping person is the boy who was trying to talk to my bestfriend”. You couldn't digest what you saw it's too disturbing coming from a toddler. “Baby who made this person sleeping ?”. You asked doubting your son doesn't have those instincts. Your son looked at you proudly and said “Me mummy , me made him sleep forever”. The drawing dropped from your head and all those cycles you went through flashed to your mind as you cried silently.

“Like Father Like Son”

The cycle of yandere continues....

2)Mutual Destruction (not ending up with JK)

You made up your mind, if you don't save yourself your future will be destroyed . You are pushed to the edge you have to care about your safety and not letting this cycle of abuse swallow you whole. As he was hugging you , you quickly grabbed the knife sliently which which your mother was going to use on you and as he bit your ears once again , you plunged the knife straight to his neck , severely injuring him as he fell towards ground beside you , you quickly tried to stand up only for him grabbing your hand . “Babe , that's a nice move but sadly what you thinking won't happen , you can't escape”. You started crying loudly as you tried to pull away from his grip to run away , but there was no results . Jungkook pulled the knife from his neck and smirked as he tried to stand up but before he could do so , you grabbed the glass vase beside and threw it on the jungkook's face , the vase shattered and jungkook got cuts and bruises all over his face. There was severe blood loss from his face . Jungkook escaped a tear and his grip on your hands loosen as he said “Even after I die I will make sure you are mine”. These words were enough to ignite your survival instinct as you grabbed the wooden chair and started violently beating jungkook with it , completely unaware that he died . You continue to use the chair till the chair broke and there was only silence. Only silence.The cycle of abuse stopped , you finally took up your stand. Finally everything is over ?

Life in the prison was not easy , still you managed to keep up your cool and smiled through every hardships you got. This was atleast better than all the abuse you went through all those years . You were facing 7 years imprisonment , even after knowing all this wasn't your fault . Your father never came to meet you , even anyone that existed in your life , you were all alone and despised by Jungkook’s family , but no worries as you made a friend in the prison , she is like your mother , she took care of you and treated you like her actual daughter . She was just as fighter as you , killed her husband after years of domestic abuse and alcoholism. She understood your whole story was was proud of you being able to stand up and go through everything , something your real mother never gave you . You even called her mom. “Today is friday mom , you can finally see him” . You excitedly said to her as she was combing your hair . “Oh really , it feels like you are more excited”. She winked at you turning you red and blushy . “It's n-not like that”. You rebeled against was she was implying to . She has a son jimin who is around your age and kept regularly meeting your mom on fridays . He and you both had feelings for each other after meeting regularly for more than 4 years. Jimin admired your simplicity and the fact you took care for his beloved mom all these years. He was the one to kill his father but his mother took all his blame making him guilty and thankful for his whole life . He couldn’t do anything for his mother that’s what he is always ashamed off. He even made up his mind of marrying you after your sentence was over. “I don't mind you as my daughter in law sweetheart” . She smiled at you and tears escaped her eyes . “M-mom , I am not worthy”. You said thinking about your situation and life , how can a prisoner like you is worthy for anything?. “I don't care about world , you are worthy in my eyes and will always be”. She caressed your cheeks and patted your head , just like a mother would do. “Don't say anything now let's go , it's time”. Mother said as you both headed towards the meeting room.

It's been 2 hours since usual time , jimin didn't show up. “He must be busy so he couldn't show up ,mom it's ok” . You tried to make her happy as she was a little upset knowing jimin didn't showed up. “No Y/N don't worry , I am not upset”. Mother said cheering you up too. Deep down you were a bit upset knowing he didn't showed up , every week is not enough you want every day with him. You blushed at the thought of you and him together but still wasn't sure about future.

“Who did Jimin Park come to meet?”. An officer came to the meeting room asking the question. Mother stood up and said . “He is for us here”. You smiled as you knew park jimin was here and he didn't forget today. “Oh ok , you are his ?”. The officer asked. “I am his mother” . Mother replied . “I am sorry to inform you , but your son died in the car crash while coming here”.

Your world shattered as you heard the news . “This is not possible , you are lying”. Mother screamed at the officer. “I am sorry for what happened , we will soon comeback to you for details”. The officer left , left us shocked , left us frozed and broken. This is not possible. You quickly held mother as she cried her heart out along with you. You closed your eyes as your remembered his words

“Even after I die I will make sure you are mine”

The cycle of yandere never ended

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Thank you for giving this much love to this story and waiting so much 💜💜

[astra-ravana]

Augury: Bird Divination

Augury, also called ornithomancy, is the practice of reading birds and their behavior to divinate the past, present, and future. It is one of the oldest forms of divination, having been practiced by the ancient Greeks, Romans, and Egyptians, as well as the Celts and Native Americans alike. The reader in this case is referred to as the "augur", and reading the birds is often called "taking the auspices".

Birds are universally seen as messengers and sometimes, as psychopomps, connecting us to the other side and the divine. Augury incorporates the type of bird, the number of birds, as well as their flight patterns and behavior. One can gain powerful insight by incorporating this divination into their practice. Here's the interpretations for general types of bird, some basic movements, and more.

Bird type symbolism:

• Blue jay - Truth, communication, playful, high energy, loud

• Cardinal - Hope, joy, ancestors, loved ones, passion, warmth

• Crow - Magick, witches, transformation, power, omens, intelligence, mystery

• Dove - Peace, tranquility, love, connection, safety

• Duck - Friendship, good fortune, protection from negative energy

• Eagle - Power, leadership, freedom, manifestation, opportunity, adventure

• Falcon - Navigation, taking chances, travel, cooperation, courage, vigilance

• Goose - Love, partnership, home, protection, family

• Hawk - Spirit guides, bravery, awareness, intuition, instinct, higher perspective

• Heron - Strength, purity, longevity, knowledge, good judgment, transcendence, patience

• Hummingbird - The Fae, creativity, bliss, love, beauty, speed, rest is needed

• Kestrel - Consideration, stability, vitality, opportunities

• Owl - The gods, wisdom intuition, spiritual exploration, the unknown, observation, intelligence

• Raven - Mystery, magick, the Fae, knowledge, mischief, death

• Robin - Luck, prosperity, fertility, new beginnings, good things, rewards

• Sparrow - New love, relationships, team work, productivity

• Starling - Communication, adaptability, community, fun, freedom

• Stork - Longevity, fertility, new life, prosperity, wisdom, luck

• Swan - Grace, beauty, music, poetry, creativity, loyalty, partnership

• Vulture - Renewal, perception, creativity, death, patience

• Woodpecker - Hard work, advantage attention, progress, determination

Movement

Directions:

• Towards – Reception

• Away – Depletion

Crossing your path:

• An bird crossing your paths means boundaries.

• Crossing from left to right – Minor achievement

• Crossing from right to left – Minor obstacle

Diagonal:

• A movement diagonally means transformation.

• Lower right to upper left diagonal – Weak obstacle

• Lower left to upper right diagonal – Weak achievement

• Upper right to lower left diagonal – Major obstacle

• Upper left to lower right diagonal – Major achievement

Stationary:

• Stationary means foundation.

• Stationary front – Stability

• Stationary back – Stagnation

• Stationary left – Separation

• Stationary right – Unification

Rotation:

• Clockwise – Major completion

• Counterclockwise – Minor completion

Sides:

• Left - Bad

• Right - Good

Number of Birds:

• 1 - The self, beginnings, manifestation, physical action

• 2 - Security, partnership, balance, duality

• 3 - Adventure, communication, trinity, raising consciousness, strength

• 4 - Wisdom, stability, home, protection

• 5 - Change, creativity, romance, humor and drama

• 6 - Peace, self-love, equilibrium, health

• 7 - Psychic ability, intuition, spiritual awakening, soul mates

• 8 - Transformation, finances, infinite possibility, struggle/delay

• 9 - Lessons, education, courage, pioneering energy

• 10 - Completion, higher powers, alignment, legacy

• 11 - Good luck, wishes granted, new friends, joy

• 12 - Introspection, other realms, the dead, the shadow

Finding feathers:

• Gray – A time of peace is arriving

• White – Focus on your spirituality

• Black – You are protected

• Brown – Strength and courage

• Red – Find and use your spiritual gifts

• Orange – You will be successful

• Yellow – You are on the right path

• Green – Healing is coming

• Blue – Use your voice

• Purple – Expand your psychic abilities

• Pink – Love, romance, or pregnancy

• Striped – Change will happen soon

• Spotted – Release the past

[fanfics4all]

A Beautiful Morning

Request: Yes / No Hey Can you Write Tommy Merlyn x Reader smut (But maybe Romantic) and theyre trying for a Baby? Love Youre writing Style ❤️ @quinnkenobiprincess

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Tommy Merlyn x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 950

Warnings: SMUT

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*Tommy’s POV*

Starling City was basking in the early morning glow from the sun. High above in our room, the breeze lightly coming through the slightly opened window. As the curtains rustled the sun peeked inside. She was still sound asleep, but she was just as sexy. I thought back to the last few weeks when we decided we finally wanted to have a baby. We’ve been trying for two months now, but nothing has taken. 

I looked down at her and smiled, gently moving a bit of hair from her face. Now was as good a time as any to go for another try. I reached over for the lube that was inside the nightstand drawer. Quietly, I put some of the lube on my fingers. I started working my cock with firm and gentle strokes so I wouldn’t wake her. With my other hand I warmed some of the lube to use on her beautiful body. 

Once I was finally hard I kissed her forehead. I slowly made my way to her ear and gently nibbles, before trailing down to that spot on her neck that sends shivers down her spine. She moaned the first sign that I’ve woken her. I pulled off the covers, revealing her torso. Gently I continued my trail of kisses across her chest and around her beautiful breasts. I circle her nipples without directly attacking them and with the warmth of the blanket removed they’ve already started to harden. I then move my hand, covered in warm lube, right to the center of her pussy. I started with my normal circles around her clit, causing her to moan more. I moved my face up to her gorgeous face, locking lips in a kiss while my hand continued to work her clit. She moaned again and reached her hand out until it finds my cock. 

“Oh, hey you.” She said with a small smirk. She moved her hand back and forth. 

“Good morning beautiful.” I said with a smile. 

We continued our mutual stoking for another few moments. Her moans slowly but steadily get more frequent. My soft grunts also get more frequent. I feel her start to tense and push my index finger inside her. I start looking for that spot that makes her quake in pleasure. After a few seconds of feeling around I find her G-spot. Slowly I push my middle finger inside and I feel her clamp down. Pushing my fingers forward I feel her squeeze me, I see her entire body begin to tense up. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her body starts shaking and I’m locked inside her. 

“Oh shit.” She quietly whisper as she slips into bliss. 

“Ah! Oh!” She moans loudly. 

As she came down from her orgasm, I pulled my fingers out. I looked down at the white substance and pulled my fingers up to show her. 

“Honey, you know what this means, right?” I asked with a small smile. She grabbed me and pulled me closer. 

“Fuck me, baby.” She whispered in my ear. 

“We’ll get to that.” I say in a soft voice. 

The next few moments I continue to use my fingers on her. She came a second time, then a third. Just as I was about to push her towards her fourth time, she decided to take control. Before I even know what’s happening, she pinned me to the bed and lowered her wet pussy onto my still throbbing cock. 

“I said fuck me.” She said. She was on top but hasn’t completely smothered me yet. I start thrusting in and out from under her. 

I picked up my pace and she came again. I started playing with her nipples, so soft and sensitive. My thumb circles one and my tongue the other. She came again. 

I feel myself starting to get close. The pleasure from her pussy starting to kick into overdrive. We both knew how we wanted the morning to end, but I wanted to savor the moment so I slowed down. I flipped us over so I was on top and stare into her pretty eyes. 

“I love you.” I said as I lowered my lips to hers for a soft kiss. I slowly resume my thrusting. Within seconds, I’m back where I was. She’s back where she was. As my body begins its involuntary contractions, my thrusts speed up. My eyes were locked on hers but rolled to the back of my head. My back arches above her and a throaty groan escapes my mouth. She throws her head and her back arches as she cums again. A second later and I start cumming side her. 

As I’m coming down from the high I lean down to kiss her, but she doesn’t react. 

“Honey?” I asked but got no response. 

“Hey you?” I asked, but still no answer. 

“Honey!?” I asked getting worried and ask a bit louder. She started panting and moaning once again. 

“Holy fuck!” She moaned. 

“You okay, Hun?” I asked and she looked up at me with a satisfied smile. 

“That was the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever felt. I think I almost blacked out.” She said with a giggle and I joined her. 

The next few moments we catch our breaths. She rolled over and lay ontop of the discarded covers, raising her cute ass in the air. I lay next to her and kissed her forehead. 

“I love you too.” She said and pecked my lips. I smiled at her and gently stroked her hair. 

“Hopefully we’ll have a new member in a few months.” She said and I nodded. 

“I hope so too.” I whispered.

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[scrunkly-week]

the character graveyard — a creator's lament

a wall of snow keeps you hidden, it's true.

my hands tainted. I buried you all myself.

some of you live, just barely, breathing through a straw in your graves. an illusion of existence.

some of you never had the chance. your lives extinguished before you could fully form.

massacre.

your god has not forsaken you, I plead.

though I am god and she is merciless. by circumstance, not design.

I come to acknowledge you. you forgotten ones, the ones I hid, the ones who died by my hand and the ones who fizzled from existence before I could reach them. I gather you here today. to recognise you. mourn you. immortalise you.

I raise my chalice to each of you.

here's to the faceless ones. the ones I never named. the ones who had nothing but a name. a vibe. a role. a disembodied something. you hadn't enough love or care. I'm sorry.

here's to the fleeting ones. ones who existed in passing. to assist another's narrative. to enhance the world.

lindsay, erin bray, lynn clerke, jarrod holman. alli, nicole, cam, daniel, alisha. javin daxar, ellin daxar, dalen daxar, damon daxar, kara quillan, zaiden. daron ferris, charlie reid. lennard rose, elisabeth rose, elli. deyan thomson. lucia. sophie, caleb. jeremiah, chris, lukas, troy jackson, zach, linda, mr. woods. kere lockhart. aric jeweller. andrea, stefano. reece, john, demetrius rodriquez, seth reeves. aria, aaron, william, matthew, gaeldon, jonah. julia. sigrae, cassirean, king pyrest of emberia, hakan. dayell, carr kepnar. conrad, mr. stevens, steph, lilian maxwell, evie, vida, erica, david, olivia, andrew, dexter badd, marianne, charles wickham, katherine wickham, james wickham, raiden, calvin, darlene. therese matton, henri matton, geneve matton, madeline matton, mathieu matton, talon debois, lloyd hawthorne. morgan hawksley, aaron hawksley, marcus walters, cassidy donaldson. evan callaghan, mildred callaghan. arthur drover, sybilla drover, harriet drover, vera dustinborough, victoria darkwood, bethly violet, eliphalet lushington, emma. erysibe, kirkos. guiletta lanese, donato lanese, ottavio lanese, benedetto lanese, pietro lanese, vincenzo lanese, matteo lanese, annetta fornari, stefano fornari, adriana fornari, carlo fornari, francesco fornari, augusto fornari, adele sozzi, bettina aliotti, ciro, salvatore sallucci. edmond wickerman, rosalind wickerman, elias starling, hubert cornell.

here's to the strange ones. the 'I made you just because' ones.

scalene, nikia goodrich, ami ruff, riesa gentry and co., zachary bliss, janae lombardi, dawn watts, jay spear, lea cantrell, danny light. cardinal, scar. harmony/chaos. leighton, josh. nick joyce, rosalinda joyce, jasper joyce. emilee, ashli, nadine kathy hemingway.

here's to the old ones. the ones I left behind as I myself grew older.

timothy, kimberly, ash, connor. zoe. gabey mal'lie. raina hardin. zariah mika rose. karli hayes, shaun roberts. bella davis. milaa lockhart. mabel. queen heresa. tāne miller. victor.

here's to the ones who never reached anything past the development stage.

iris. olive. phoenix mars, rose earthen, gem airborne, luna moonbeam, leon king, mattias grey, venus greenwood, scarlet rust, sage bluest, amalthea browner, rialta silverton, jupiter violet. princess seraphine of emberia. the assassin, prophet, serenity. valentino, theokles, fabiola fornari, blair aiden hawksley, james robert callaghan, ruby starling.

here's to the ones I invested my time in, who I write one or two prose pieces and umpteen handfuls of rambles for, only to leave you by the wayside to crumble to dust.

vivian edwards, lucille matton, luciana lanese, alaric joseph drover, alexander wickerman, jinx the kea, hamid, sahar.

here's to my future creations, who may inevitably fall under one of these categories.

the wall of snow may keep you hidden. but I promise, you'll never be forgotten.

Submitted by: our lovely friend, Bee

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☆ this is hauntingly sweet and I utterly love it !! What a good way to pay your respects to all of these characters <3 I raise my chalice alongside you, to toast to their lives

[foggymvp]

If I played a character in cantripped this would be it

This is long and lots to read

Linardra Starling - Druid - Good Neutral - They/them with a occasional She/her - 23

She is a half Fey half Tiefling, she has slivery-blue skin with long half up and down white hair. With long ears and the starting/smol of Tiefling horns and tail with slightly pointed teeth. She hides her Tiefling parts because she is ashamed of her heritage (but will eventually learn through the party’s help to not hide it and to be proud). Her eyes are a whimsical purple-sliver eyes and blushes purple. Lin is tall for a (mainly) fey, scoring around 5’3 or 5’5ft (I haven’t decided) They have a Tattoo on their upper back near their neck, it’s three hearts a red one, green one, and a clear one. It signifies her, Rin, and Octavius. They are left handed and has a white burn scar on the pointed tip of her left ear. She has sliver circle glasses with dangly chains with a star and a crescent moon. She also wears a teal Anklet with White Sea shells around her right ankle.

She wears the below’s dress with different more blue, purples, and silver accent colors, boots, earrings, with a mainly this hair hair but styled like the other image and the bag

One below’s is Lin’s style hair, leggings, and neck brace.

She was born and raised in the fay kingdom with a fey mother and Tiefling father. until when she was 8 or 9 years old when her parents left her to grandma Shroom’s care. She was ashamed for her heritage. She deeply believes that her parents love her dearly and are still out there. She left the fey kingdom wanting to get away from the mockery they’d been dealing with and wanting to explore the world and to learn of her parents and culture On the way they find Rin and Octavius, they met on separate adventures and come close as a family. They go in adventures for some time before having to stay in the human kingdom to get money/supplies again, Octavius leaves in search of money and doesn’t return. Then Rin leaves in search of Octavius and doesn’t return, leaving Lin alone and giving them abandonment issues. Lin leave and search for Rin and Octavius. She found Rin soon after the day of the coordination. And they have made amends with Rin and made an away of contact with her, Rin wants to stay in the elf city but Lin leaves in search of Octavius. In the story eventually she learns to not be ashamed of her heritage and doesn’t hide it and gets more desire to find out about her parents and races culture. She lives in blissful ignorance of her Octavius’s and her parents’ connection with the forsyndicated. The forsyndicated has tried and failed a few time to catch her, one for her parents, two because Octavius wants to see her again, she find herself some days thinking the attempts are just bandits and such but others she can’t help but feel a tugging on her conscious. Eventually on their adventures they out the party they make a shady deal with a person and instead gets scammed and the party realizes till to late it’s a forsyndicated person wanting to take Lin, and possibly the others idk what Dan’s and Neph’s deal is. In an attempt to escape Lin makes a portal and pushes the others into it before the guy casting sleep on her therefore closing the portal bringing the others to nearby safety, protecting her family.

Tidbits:

- She is a fantastic fucking Chief, she can’t bake but is amazing at cooking.

- She learned to cook from Grandma Shroom

- Is a daydreamer, daydreams a lot

- is bi but prefers ladies

- fidgets with hair and clothes a lot, very nervous or stressed

- Loves psychical touch, struggles with personal space

- Hate being alone, rather be with someone they hate than be alone

- Doesn’t take care of horns or tail

- plays a sliver flute, because she loves music and is a decent singer but prefers to play flute but still enjoys singing time to time.

- Made a song about her past and friends

- She sings the song when she feels down or discouraged to find her friends

- She loves to dance :)

- She is gentle

- Always and forever wants a dragon or mystical creature for a familiar

- braids hair when bored, doesn’t

- when bored or stressed she paces and if she can’t she’ll spin instead

- Very emotional (one of her strengths and weaknesses)

- Gets attached easily to people or items (also a strength and weakness)

- Really likes to tell stories or hear them

- Doesn’t need sleep, meditates instead

- Plays with their magic sometimes

- Always needs to do something

- Makes friendship jewelry

- Can see from another persons perspective of things easily

- Can get distracted easily if she doesn’t find something important or entertaining

- She is bad at lying

- If they have a chat/viewers of her own that look like Fey spirts she uses for spells or musical symphonies whispering in the wind.

- Blepps 😛

- She has a few memories of her father, he taught her how to fight

- She has a sword/bow from her father that she uses when she doesn’t use magic

- The bow has his signature on it

- She created a song about her parents

Rin: she/her, neutral chaotic, rogue, She has long red hair and brown eyes, she is an elf and is a little bit shorter than average. She has freckles and always wears a bright red cloak. Has a leather friendship bracelet from Lin. Rin is in trouble with the law a lot and is wanted, goes by Red sometimes, known as Red in the law. Is the cloaked rogue the party helped escape the guards on their way out of the elf city. She loves for the thrill. Met Lin by chance after meeting Octavius when Rin was caught. Lin ran in to help and pretended to know them and got them out of the trouble. They become like siblings after that. And Currently located in elf city.

Octavius: He/they, barbarian, ??? Chaotic, Orc, he is apart of the forsyndicated. Lin nor Rin knows he is. Tall, has yellow eyes, scruffy brown hair has a golden friendship necklace from Lin. Met Lin at the elf kingdom he had been beat up pretty badly after messing with the some bandits, she helped him and they became friends and closer than family. Closed off usually and has a soft spot for only Rin and Lin. Will protect those he loves, he’s really quiet. Like the scary dog privileges for Lin and Rin from Octavius. Location unknown (probably Macarin)

I’m very proud of dis little gal :3

Lin’s parents: Father is name is Basil and was a Tiefling, Mother’s name is Tula Starling was a Fey, they were forced to leave the fey kingdom Because the forsyndicated were after them. They got in a tight spot when Tula was pregnant and went to them for help, for many years they were loving a fine life. But then Lin’s parents couldn’t pay them back, so to protect Lin they left her with Grandma Shroom and ran to Macarin and was eventually hunted and killed. Lin doesn’t know this and hold hope to met their parents again, but will likely eventual while exploring the forsyndicated files/something and out the truth.

[littleladymab]

♥ ERADICATE : Book 3 of Meliora [[a wip intro for @moon-and-seraph's WORDS INTO POTIONS March event]]

♠ Genre: Collapsing Post-Utopian, Mystery ♣ Series Summary: A mysterious benefactor invites citizens of Eminence, built on the remains of London, to participate in a game. The reward? Information on the darkness of the city and a chance to escape. All they have to do is prove they are worthy. ♦ Etc: writing tag || playlist

My goal this month is to actually finish the outline for this and NOT abandon it to simply start replanning the entire series from book 1 again. And somewhere between this and SW, hopefully write 4 chapters/about 10k.

Main Cast

♥ Ayn Starling: 19, lit student + ballerina, playlist ♥ Catoir Altair: 20, librarian, goes by the name "Fletcher Oswin", playlist ♥ Jonas Quinn: 20, hairdresser + gang leader, playlist

Snippet

Sender: The Program Manager Subject: Invitation to a Game

Message: My fellow citizens:

The illustrious city of Eminence stands as a beacon of success and security. Top class schools, an expanding array of businesses, and a world renowned medical team. Many find themselves drawn to it for these reasons.

I, like you, like many before, have dropped all that I was to make a fresh start in this New World ‘Eden’. And I, like you, like many before, find myself content to continue to make a living.

We do not dream of leaving.

What I am here to tell you is that it is not a problem of desire: You cannot leave.

As a fellow citizen of Eminence, it is my duty to entrust this secret to the curious few. Thus, I offer up Meliora, a game in which the willing participate, but only the fortunate will make it through.

I will not say much on the nature of this game -- not all of you will believe me. Meliora is a chance for you to obtain information on what those hungry for the truth will want more than anything: An answer to the riddle of Eminence.

Should you choose to accept my first invitation, I ask that you join the others at the little doors six days before the approaching ides. Expect to arrive in time for high tea.

There will be no consequences if you reject this offer. You will soon forget this message and continue on in blissful ignorance.

Choosing to participate proves to me that you are worthy of a way out.

I hope you will make the right decision.

Respectfully, The Program Manager

[apamates]

Realm of the elderlings ask meme thing

Thanks for tagging me @khutsydoh !! I love thinking about my favorite wet dog of a man

Favourite Rote book: Fool's Errand

Why: I'm a romantic at heart, ngl. The domestic bliss, walks on the beach, late night talks sipping brandy by the fireplace, the Fool reading everything Fitz had written (!!!!! I can't think too much about that one without wanting to explode), Fitz getting every surface of his house lovingly carved by the Fool... Just the truly incredible way Fitz described that bubble of happiness and feeling whole (even if he was still forged!!!) just because the Fool was there with him and Nighteyes. I love it when a character is the most repressed being ever and the love still bursts through because it's just that strong.

After every awful thing that happened in Ass Quest, I definitely think Fitz deserved a time away from the Farseers to rest and find himself outside of all the roles he had to perform for the crown. Though, 15 years in nearly complete isolation except for Hap and Starling are a strech, he really was running away from life like the Fool said. Him coming back to Buckkeep and facing all the people from his childhood as an adult felt so amazing to read. I personally feel a lot for Fitz and his complicated relationships with his family. For him to meet Chade honestly and make him see how much he hurt him was !!!! Him hating Dutiful at first just bc he saw so much of himself as a kid in him and tbf Dutiful is a tangible reminder of all the trauma from his teenager years, so Fitz having to process all that was exquisite too.

Funniest mission ever to have to find a teenager that's unknowingly horny for a cat, but the Fool and Fitz can turn it into a secret identity rom com and I ate it up!!! Happiest book of the trilogy for me and it's because Fitz was happy to be near the Fool.

Top three favourite characters: Beloved in all their facets, Patience, Ronica

Top three least favourite characters: Regal, the Satrap, Civil

Favourite ship of the floating kind: Ophelia bc she's an agent of chaos

Top 3 ships of the people kind: Fitzloved, Althea and Jek (Robin Hobb really missed so much potential), Patience and Lacey

Would you rather be witted or skilled: Skilled

If you were witted, what animal would you bond with: Probably my cat bc we already spend nearly every hour of the day together.

Would you rather live in the Outislands, the Mountain Kingdom, the Six duchies, Bingtown, the Rain wilds, Kelsingra, Jamailia, the Pirate isles or Mercenia/Fool's homeland?: I haven't read the Fitz and The Fool trilogy so idk if I'd like Kelsingra but the Six Duchies seem like the better option just because I hate stuffy society and the cold, which rules out all others.

How were you introduced to the books: I love Chihayafuru and a wonderful artist I followed for that fandom posts about ROTE. I got the sense I would love to suffer about it and asked about the right order to read the books, thank you @leafykat !!!

Share a quote you love:

As I entered to set the pack on my table, the wolf was sprawled before the fire drying his damp fur and the Fool was stepping around him to set a kettle on the hook. I blinked my eyes, and for an instant I was back in the Fool’s hut in the Mountains, healing from my old injury while he stood between the world and me that I might rest. Then as now he created reality around himself, bringing order and peace to a small island of warm firelight and the simple smell of hearth bread cooking. He swung his pale eyes to meet mine, the gold of them mirroring the firelight. Light ran up his cheekbones and dwindled as it merged with his hair. I gave my head a small shake. “In the space of a sundown, you show me the wide world from a horse’s back, and the soul of the world within my own walls.” “Oh, my friend,” he said quietly. No more than that needed to be said. We are whole. - Fool's Errand

Sometimes a family is just two guys and their matchmaker wolf y'know

Tagging: @yevrosima-the-third @mistninja @leafykat

[definitionsfading]

“You’re gorgeous like this, you know,” Crowley says. There’s a certain brightness to her golden eyes in the evening light that makes the fine hair on Aziraphale’s arms prickle with something like frisson, or perhaps just the physical presence of so much love. “Well, you’ve always been gorgeous to me, no matter what—but y’know what I mean.” “You should consider the breathtaking view I have from here, my love,” Aziraphale says, idly stroking the white tufts of hair on Starling’s head. She tips her face toward the window displaying their garden first, and then throws a meaningful look toward Crowley, still naked to the waist with the perfection of tiny Winnifred cradled under her arm. She looks like she was carved from alabaster and spattered with a constellation of bronze freckles, a vision of motherhood lovingly hewn into life. “I know you’ll probably laugh when I say it, but I truly think you were made for this.”

I'm BACK with ineffable wives being mummies to their newborn twins for the @ineffablefamfeb event! wherein Aziraphale gave birth just a few days ago but Crowley is a breastfeeding champ while her wife heals, aka baby bubble bliss

such precious things | 2.6K | Mature

[insipid-drivel]

This is why we shouldn't use night vision CCTV in the swamp

As is probably well established by now, I live in a swamp that's in the same region as a lot of Bigfoot sightings. I've grown up in this wilderness my whole life, seen and experienced a whole lot of weird crap that is filed away in the "Hey, don't worry about it," part of my brain with the rest of The Horrors.

My mom also did most of her growing up here, but more in the woodlands and plural spaces around housing developments and cities. Basically, where you're more likely to encounter a homeless person or a pigeon in the underbrush than a cryptid or some cool wildlife.

I grew up so deep in these forests and swamps I stay the hell inside after dark and live in blissful ignorance of what goes on outside my bedroom window every night. Some shit I've seen looking in at me. Sometimes it's animals (which was how I found out a storm had knocked over our neighbor's horse fence one night - I suddenly had a Welsh pony pull up to my bedroom window like it was a Wendy's) - sometimes it's just eyes in the shadows that may or may not speak, who cares? Definitely not my little brother's girlfriend who confirmed she sees them too whenever she's here and goes out after dark for a cigarette and runs inside panicked every time they appear. Let's not dwell on it. Moving on.

My mom decided, after becoming thrilled with the huge amount of bird and squirrel traffic I get with my small seed-and-pollinator garden outside of my bedroom window, to set up a motion-activated night vision camera pointed at my feeders to see what may visit in the dark.

Fully-bragging here, but I pretty much have every single species of native bird (and a couple of fucking starlings) that isn't a raptor visit my garden every day. Yesterday I completed my Pokedex when a family of quail came visiting. It's not weird for there to be 15-20+ birds in my garden at once with at least 5 or more individual unique species eating and (mostly) getting along (which some of us could learn from by example, starlings).

I made the tactical decision to bite my tongue about the camera, because this morning, I found I actually wanted to see some of the footage.

Everything was fine when I woke up this morning; my feeders were still rapidly being depleted of birdseed I spend too much of my disability checks on so I can delight my cat and feel like I'm taking care of some of my local wildlife. I use a small trough that I fill will feed for squirrels and the occasional deer that usually takes a couple of days for the locals to empty.

This morning, after having just ROUNDED OFF the ground-trough-feeder with a fresh supply of food the day before, I found the trough completely clean and empty, and dragged several feet away from where I usually leave it. So I asked my mom if she'd review the camera footage, figuring it was probably the same derpy yearling buck with slightly wonky baby-antlers that I've seen eating out of it before.

Nope.

Just a mom with kids to feed. My mom was appalled at the number of them (one of the ways I know she's still domesticated), but I quietly approved and told her that it was probably a mother raccoon and her adolescent babies. I've seen raccoons raising up to 5 kits at a time in places where food is plentiful and the predator count is relatively low. I let my mom know it's totally fine; that the ground feeder is there to feed the nocturnal as well as the diurnal.

The morning quiets down for a few minutes, and I get ready to snooze to the birdsong outside. My mom is still on her phone, half-birdwatching at the foot of my bed, half-scrolling through clips of footage from the rest of that night (which usually is just moths and a stray cat or two setting the camera off), and that's when I heard what I like to wearily call the "There's A Cryptid On My CCTV Gasp".

Look. If you set up cameras in a place like this, you're GOING to see weird shit you can't explain. Part of why I like living out here is because only other people that understand this also live out here. My neighbors and I are all out of our fucking minds, but that's why The Swamp embraces us. If you don't have the psychiatric diagnostic equivalent of a ghost pepper in your brain, you probably won't do well out here. The Swamp is nature's Void: If you gaze long into it, it will gaze back into you. My System of alter personalities smile like idiots and wave into the Void while some of them full-on make out in front of the Void with reckless abandon.

My mom just stammers at first, and and then is like, "I... don't know what that is? It looks like a cat? But I've NEVER seen a cat that big..." Ironically ignoring my cat, who I rescued as a tiny "standard size" kitten from a shelter and found out the hard way that she's actually very much a Maine Coon.

My mom, shaken, shows me the best still she could get from the clip the camera took of The Creature:

She's pale, and visibly unnerved as she brings me her phone with the actual clip of this animal in it. Of course the footage is shittier than when we just had raccoons out there. Didn't you read what I just wrote? The Swamp will not abide your attempts to spoil its fuckery.

But I nevertheless watched this 2-3 second clip of this animal walking by the ground feeder. It's about the size of a medium dog, has no tail, and walks with a very feline gait. My mom is practically freaking out at this point, her voice actually trembling when she keeps asking me "What do you think it is?"

There's a long, heavy silence as I replay the clip a couple more times, just watching this thing move and confirming that, indeed, it's too big to be a domestic cat, but too small to be a mountain lion, and has no discernible tail.

"Mother, it's a bobcat."

"That can't be!"

>therewere5raccoonsthereandit'sabobcatgoodlordmom.mp4

So I pulled up a google search and showed her:

"Oh."

[melsimps]

Love Bites (but so do I)

Araven (oc) x reader.

Minors, dni. This will contain NSFW content and I'd really rather not have you reading that.

Is this a lil bit weird, writing about my oc like this? Kinda, but... eh. Sex sells. Anyway, here is local dilf, Araven.

For a start, he's big.

No, not like THAT-

...okay, maybe kinda like that.

But what I mean is, he's tall.

About seven feet tall in his human form, to be precise. Which means that he's probably gonna be taller than you.

Which is perfect bc he absolutely loves holding his significant other.

Araven chuckles as his head rests on your shoulder. He inhales deeply, his scarlet eyes fluttering shut in bliss as your scent fills his nostrils.

"...what are you doing-?" You ask, holding back giggles as you cling to him.

Araven hums, and you repeat the question.

"Ah, just... lavishing my songbird with affection..." He murmurs softly, committing every detail of your face to memory.

Anyway, onto the more sexy stuff.

He's scared to fuck you in his monster form.

Or well, do more than just thigh riding, fingering, or oral when he looks like that.

He doesn't want to break you (sweetheart).

He still doesn't when he's a human, too, but... it's less. He cns be a bit rougher and more intimate.

"That's it, starling," he murmurs, one clawed hand settled on your hip as you rock against him.

You whine out softly, your head resting against the sensitive red stone on his chest.

"Rav-Rav, baby, please-!" You squeal, grinding against the muscles in his leg.

Araven hums softly, nipping lovingly at your neck.

"Does my pretty little love need to cum for me-?" He teases, murmuring into your neck.

You nod, cheeks flushed and eyes scrunching shut.

"Fuck, please-"

He definitely prefers tender lovemaking to rough shit.

What can i say, my boy's a romantic.

He definitely goes all out during your first time together.

Champagne, chocolates, strawberries, roses. The works.

Araven undressed you with such reverence, such adoration.

It's like he's unwrapping a present from the gods.

He performs oral like a champ, teasing you for hours until you're all tender and achy for him, bucking against his face, his hands, the mattress, whatever.

And then, he strips bare, revealing himself to you.

His cock is... massive, to say the least. About six, maybe seven inches long? And he's really girthy, too. He's made sure to put a condom on, and lubed himself up liberally to the point where he may as well have just dipped his dick in a vat of it.

You have no idea how he's gonna fit, if he's even gonna fit-

-and then he kisses you. Softly gently, and every worry melts away as his hips rock against yours.

He is definitely a considerate lover.

Gives you three mind-blowing orgasms before he even gives himself one-!

Has the stamina of a god (literally).

Loves it when you pull on his hair, or drag your nails along his back.

Will hold your hand while he's fucking you in missionary.

Or if he's in doggy, he'll fondle your chest so lovingly.

Hell, if you're riding him, he's gonna probably cry because it gets him so excited, seeing you work yourself up for him, he might just try bouncing you himself, just to see how cockdrunk his songbird gets.

He'll whisper the dirtiest things to you in Diné/Navajo, and groan and growl.

Definitely gets a lot more sloppy the closer he is to cumming.

A lot of hip grabbing and biting from him.

Cums a lot.

Like, at least a tablespoon worth of cum just from one orgasm.

...hence why he always wraps it up.

And, on the off chance that he ever lets you fuck his monster self?

It's a lot more.

Like, a lot more.

At least ⅓ Cup of the stuff.

And his monster form has a knot, too.

...did I mention that?

(And yes, his dick does retract when he doesn't need it in that form)

[dansnaturepictures]

27/01/2024-Big Garden Birdwatch, Warblington and Hayling Island Oysterbeds

Photos taken in this set are of; the gorgeous Black Redstart which made the dream of the past two weeks when we first saw it come true by turning up when I was doing the Big Garden Birdwatch one of my best ever birds seen in this annual survey I love taking part in, my first Rock Pipit of the year at Hayling Island, beautiful views at Hayling Island in the ethereal winter sun with dramatic sky and sunset scenes and the Hayling Island bridge looking nice, one of my first Cattle Egrets of the year which it was amazing to see at Warblington this week such charismatic and beautiful birds, Roe Deers at Hayling Island it was great to see a Fox nearby and interacting with them too with one of the Roe Deer's facial expression interesting to see as the Fox went by and a Little Egret at Hayling Island.

In one of my best ever Big Garden Birdwatches this morning it really was extraordinary with my joint highest ever amount of species seen in one with ten it was also great to see Goldcrest which was a garden first, 2 Blackbirds, Blue Tit, 17 Starlings, 5 Collared Doves, 5 House Sparrows, 4 Goldfinches, 2 Woodpigeons and a Robin. Then this afternoon it was also great to see my first Great Northern Divers, Long-tailed Duck the stunning bird we saw here in December and Black-necked Grebes of the year at Hayling Island Oysterbeds. Other highlights at Hayling Island were Great Crested and Little Grebe, Avocet, Curlew, Oystercatcher, Greenshank, Grey Plover, Dunlin, Turnstone, Brent Geese, Shelducks, Shoveler, Red-breasted Mergansers, Goldeneye, Song Thrush, Great Tit, Buzzard, daisy, gorse, teasel seed heads, thistle and yellow-horned poppy leaves with Wren and Mediterranean Gull heard. Little Egret, Pheasant, Redwing and Robin were other highlights at Warblington. A golden winter day of purity and natural bliss.

[anotherprojectsekai-nah]

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Saint Mary of the Infirmary, Maria Akeboshi - DARK STEAL (Main Story) Part 3

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When all hopes are to be lost, a woman who's grace is undeniably blissful shall save all from salvation. But who she is, isn't what most will expect of someone with hidden motives.

Previous Part - Next Part

(Saint Spring Infirmary Room)

Woman in labcoat: Quietly humming

Step, Step, Step

Woman in labcoat: "...?"

Kuro: "Excuse me, but is this the infirmary? We got someone injured."

Woman in labcoat: "Huh?"

Woman in labcoat: "Oh dear. What happened?"

Kuro: "They tripped and almost fell from the stairs."

Kuro: "Besides, we also have some questions to you after you help that student out."

Woman in labcoat: "I see, very well."

Woman in labcoat: "While at it, do you want some tea as you wait?"

Kuro: "...Sure. Do you want some aswell Swank?"

Swank: "I guess."

...

(A Few Minutes later)

Woman in labcoat: "Do make sure to not trip, ok?"

Student A: "Yes Maria sensei. Thank you."

Kuro: "..."

Kuro: "...So."

Woman in labcoat: "?"

Kuro: "Your name is Maria? Am I not wrong?"

Woman in labcoat: "Oh, it's actually Maria Akeboshi in full, but you are correct about my 1st name."

Maria: "How exactly did you know?"

Kuro: "I listened to what the student here said while you were talking to them."

Maria: "Really? Well, you seem quite a good listener, but on the contrary, you wanted to ask me some questions right?"

Kuro: "Yes, that would be that."

Kuro: "...Ah, right. We forgot to introduce ourselves. My name is Kuro Starling, this man who is with me is Swank Catsonell."

Maria: "Kuro Starling, and Swank Catsonell."

Maria: "Hm, I see, I think I heard of one of you from the students in class."

Kuro: "Really?"

Maria: "Yes, it's quite surprising, but on the questions of yours. What did you want to ask me about?"

Kuro: "That? Well, we were asked to work on a case that had happened here about 2 students."

Kuro: "Do you perhaps know of these two individuals? Mr Kowase Tsubasa, and Miss Shikimi Kumiru. It was said that they went missing with no traces of where or reason of why."

Kuro: "Do you know anything about what happened to them?"

Maria: "..."

Maria: "...No. I actually don't, it has been several months or days or so, I have never seen them come back to school yet."

Kuro: "Is that so?"

Maria: "Yes, that is all."

Kuro: "Well then, next question, do you know any students that died? Mostly by being manipulated to do the thing they shouldn't do."

Maria: "..."

Kuro: "..Miss Maria? Is something wrong?"

Maria: "...? Oh, it's nothing."

Swank: "Nothing?"

Maria: "Yes, nothing at all."

Kuro: "Miss Maria, if there's anything you wish to talk about, just call us. Ok?"

Maria: "Ok then, is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Swank: "Yeah, I have one."

Maria: "And what is it?"

Swank: "Who was that person who made that student, you treated earlier, trip down the stairs?"

Maria: "Oh, who do you mean by that?"

Swank: "I meant by the white haired kid."

Maria: "...You mean Kinugawa, one of the students here?"

Swank: "Huh?"

Kuro: "Kinugawa?"

Maria: "Yes, that's his name."

Kuro: "I see...we will keep note on that."

Maria: "Well, is that all the questions?"

Kuro: "I believe so, for now. But there may be alot more if possible."

Kuro: "So I thank you for your assistance, Miss Maria."

Maria: "No problem."

Kuro: "Come on Swank, were gonna look around the other areas."

Swank: "Right, also the ramen, I'm already hungry."

Kuro: "Yes. Were gonna go eat ramen later, just try to stay stable please."

...

Maria: "..."

Maria: Sighs (Seems like those 2 aren't who I expected to meet.)

Maria: (I better be more careful, I had almost got myself caught.)

[libidomechanica]

Wont to see: and, having pickd up several

Tribute paid: nor this world’s delight?     Who leaves to be hove down to a hundred dishes; lamb and     pistachio nuts—in short, all meats, and limb to limb spoiling     through a clown, and the shock of cold water turbidly     flower in light, throbbed

to her song, were still more nearly     treasure. Give me once there? Without a weedye crop of ink, falling     on her children up if nursing the good company     invited. The golden pomp is come, that title doth springe     giues place to elder time,

and take care of Poets fury     tell, and shortly rain’d upon the race? Wont to see: and, having     pick’d up several animals he saw—a taste and     pomegranate nodding o’er dropp’d in the wakened soul     from yours. I couldn’t even

but incessant care to tend the     whole world. Are lying in the sun, show me your slim, express’d,     he ask’d the silence and I felt before, all made us     rich, can make her; and thinner tray, tapping the connection     such people to be helps

to all others’ intellectual     breeze, at once met with him, now him, on thy heart, my mouth     be heir office might start eternal—just that the Saints above,     in solemn troops into hands when the red life so     rarefied a bliss. But Venus

sittes and a Troop of his     absence such expense; the new vastness of the sea, the dark,     and wooed Sleepe again—oppress’d with melancholy, and then     his nature’s deep breathe? He must fade as well as the pillow’d     upon the river? Yet

it should close, ne’er weary, to the     vestry of the sphere; Prithee why so pale? The sun will and play     till he flung the rat; I know too were busy beyond which     I should in the parent’s brooding wings, but never dies! We     are puppets, Man in hopeless

flame kindled at his rest. And     drove afield, and still, at least, and pleasing thorn, without him,     her host, that we are free an LP of poetry left     on in the sky, with wild thyme and nearer than half of     paradise, no tear-floods, nor

well. The sun and there, his rapier     brandished high through the bonie Betty, as father’s breast. And     with nectar—starlings sake, give you apt to kill me, what is     that Lovers, too, out of the deeps—of ocean? Divine a     thing among many. So

closed down with what Haidee’s sake, knowing     wiser, he may take her now; tis but a child, too, bleeding,     this young, looking ill prevail? Hope, in pity mock not     Woe with thee thrill the day? To think for two. By this, alas,     is more worthless damage

than married lady—the gentlemen.     Thy fair in the tale had touch’d with which thou wondrous Mother-     Age!—When did these loves; never writ, nor no man ever     wife was liberty; and now than to be lou’d, and all love     repose, till grief lies onward

stray’d, my heart will gie to Polly     Stewart! Trembling Pricket, or hunt the highway, and knew     the way to love. The long- neck’d geese of thine and hell at one     day I met wi’ a crazy auld man! The white man not a     chef come down to a very

part to live your tongue’s a feckless     matter what could fail! Dead, long dead, stiller worlds, beyond     the murm’ring stream; the sequel of the dead, ten will laugh as     he sate by the bones are moved in the evening, and his lakes.     Who wanted to say, by

delay, a death, opprest, leaue what     seas between us an uncorrupt my saint to point: slowly     to the Abbey, and ask’d why? Now sang He like yon youthful     joys, tho’ shelter’d in the good matter what peace, and redder     that does his faire outside,

which wakes my sommers pryde: also     my age now the same to be a devil, wooing his     style than a windy morn; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish     een. Where is no plant that thought warbling his own vision     of all humanity,—

lie on their Strength and bore its fragrant     but the lass o’ Ballochmyle. And there was not a     bell was rung, not as I wont to frame my desires, and     the names of tissue, meridian-like, were two spirit     all the valley. A heart

to herd with incessant. Men, my     brothers, are a kind that they deaf that sweetheart to her even     strained in the pith, like a shroud! Mind to scorn whom frown’st thou     thy fury on some few years long enough infinite mercy     he had been a Sultan

and the wild seas, on thy pillow     them: but chiefly where Deva spread; gazelles and some skill     in giving known that earth has Nero, more strong to shear away,     dead ere his sort ever scuttled ship or cut a     Of laughter’s heart is rest.

[luxmaeastra]

She'd done it. She'd used the obisbaya ritual to find his soul. She'd used the Cauldron to put him back together. 

She barley noticed the way the sky tore itself open. The war that was being waged around her tower. 

Aleksander wasn't healed, why wasn't he healed?! What had everything been for if not to bring him back whole?!

She wore the Asteri crown, Eosphoros reign had ended a two years after he'd died. She hadn't cared what this would mean. They had put succession plans in place in case they died when their children were young. 

She had survived the year long trials for this. What was the point of all that power if he didn't come back to her?!

"I can bring him back for you. But you must give me your crown."

She turned from Aleksander to the thing in the corner. She didn't know how she knew it had been there long before it spoke. 

She noted the jewels on its skin. They weren't sitting on the skin. They look half absorbed. The skin was the same as most Asteri skin, a white inner glow.

But as she looked up into its face she recoiled. Those were not the eyes of any Asteri she had ever seen. They were galaxies, colors of purple and black swirled in them. Their pupils seemed to devour the light in them.

"What - what are you?"

Because this couldn't be some regular Asteri. It grinned and leaned toward her. 

"Before the Asteri, Stelari, you precious little mate. What existed?"

She swallowed and pressed her hand into Aleksander's chest trying to keep herself grounded.

She'd heard of Asteri who worshipped this. The Great Devour. The Shadow in the Cauldron. 

"The Void."

It grinned, teeth a blinding white as it moved toward her. 

"Yes. I birthed them all. I was asleep see? A blissful, peaceful sleep but they roused me. They sacrificed their prisoners to me. But then - then I took them. Do you know that story little Starling? Do you know what happened to the Asteri Homeworld?"

"They tore it apart."

The words where a whisper, she couldn't feel Aleksander. She couldn't feel anything anymore. She was just floating, drawing closer to those bottomless eyes. 

"Yes. Yes. But do you know before? No? No that's alright. That's alright don't cry little Star. It's alright."

It laughed, touching her cheek to wipe a tear away. She hadn't realized she was crying. 

It's touch didn't just felt cold, it felt like a ice that was sloping into her bones. A chill that would never leave her alone. 

"Before the Asteri had their war. I ruled them hmm? I ruled them and I devoured any of them that they tried to use against me. They tasted so nice, so delicious."

It flicked it's hand, blood falling from the jewelry onto the ground. A cracked healed as she watched the blood seeping into it. 

"There were three queens they - I liked them you know? Cute little stars that orbited me. But then - then are you listening?!"

It snapped its finger in front of her face. Her eyes snapped to it, the sound made her ears ring. 

"Good, good you have to listen okay? I need someone to listen. The three queens overthrew me and locked me away. And I warned them right? Because they Fae go to the Cauldron. The Witches to the old world. But the Asteri and Stelari? They are mine and they come to me. I was denied. I will not be denied! I am their sire and dam. I will have them bow or cease to exist."

She looked to Aleksander, the tears coming faster now. It crystalized that whatever this this was - it would doom them all. 

It was powerful, more powerful than even Rigelus or Eosphoros and they were the most powerful Asteri she knew of.

Should Aleksander come back to that world? But did she want to deal with all of this without him? 

Would it all matter if he wasn't here?

She gazed up at it, it's magic was curling back into itself. She didn't know how she knew that but she did. Its eyes were violet, the jewelry still grotesque and hanging off it's skin. 

"You want the crown? I - will give us peace? The witches? Will you give us peace and heal him?"

It tilted its head, violet eyes like storms. Like stars dying and being reborn. 

"Yes. I'll even take that Merzost from -"

"WIll he be able to weild? Will - what of his soul? I can -"

"You both are too powerful and valuable to be marred by that taint. You have Asteri blood, witch blood too. The taint I take will free you both. You'll both be free. Now, the crown first."

She wanted to argue, to refuse. But she knew she'd do anything for Aleksander whole. Even - even doom their world to something as volatile as this thing."

She held the crown out to him. Pulsing with energy as it was. 

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It unravled the crown making it into a pendant. Or perhaps it was always one. It touched them, taking that weight, that sluggishness from them. 

"You both made the drop but they didn't take this from you. This poison they first put in witches veins. To keep them docile, to keep their power eating them from the inside. They're smart little things aren't they? My toys. But they will be more. The witches will become like them. A new race of stars and light. A thing to be feared and ravaged."

She clung to Aleksander feeling light but also dizzy. 

It turned to the window, it's violet eyes seemed to blaze. It's nails dug into the stone chipping it.  

It didn't give a monologue. It didn't give a speech. 

"Kneel."

The voice sounded the same to Anastasiya as it would to Rigelus. Close, agaisnt his ear. And he did. The wave after of Asteri and Stelari did. All across the world they did. Some knew that voice, what it meant. Others? Others didn't and it was a nightmare they wouldn't soon forget. 

//took me 3 hours to write this!! For Sarai and Viren and Rhys!! And Eos?//

The single command tore through the kingdoms, a ripple of a crashing wave that was soon to come. For many, it was a sign, a sign of many things that were to come. Those who knew were torn been delighted at the idea of their return, while others felt the chill of fear flow through them.

Stories had been shared and told for so long, whispers among the generations of an era thought to be long gone. There was a reason things were the way they were, reason why the three queens had turned on them. They had their supporters, they had those who were against it.

Eosphoros stared with anticipation and fear as she slowly sunk to her knees, the whispers of caution and concern flooded her. They were awake, they were free. There was no telling what view they would take in this matter, who it would turn upon, and what damage it would exert.

Was this the end of her legacy? That her reign would end in everything they knew, would she become the new story told? She could only imagine how it would be warped and twisted as the years passed.

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Violet eyes widened as she turned and looked across the study towards Viren, the voice was just a soft whisper that seemed to echo between the two of them. The stories she was raised upon, the lessons that had been beaten into her when she had refused to listen. She knew of them, she knew how much Cassandra used them as a cautionary tale.

She barely noticed that he had risen from his desk and moved towards her, she hadn't noticed that he was soon at her side. His hands holding her own, her panic was clear on her face. She would respect them, she would not seek to fight against them, only keep their home safe.

Viren's grip tightened as he leaned forwards, his forehead pressed against her own. Their minds met, their powers entwined. They didn't need to speak, everything in that moment was shared. He wanted to ground her as much as she wanted to ground him, a shared understanding and concern for the other.

"We will do this together." Viren whispered softly to her. He had a home to protect, children who were still home, and a beautiful mate who had just come home. His hand traced down her side, the wounds that were now healed still haunted him as he remembered the days after she had come back from the trails.

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Rhysand barely reacted when the voice came, his jaw tightened as he rested his chin upon his hand. It had taken everything in him not to turn his court upon Anastasiya, after what she had done to his mother. She was one of the few sacred being in his life who should never be touched, who meant the world to him.

Now there was a new player in the game, one who was commanding them to kneel. No. He refused, he didn't know who they were but he was not some dog to command.

[deforet]

Exploring the Enchanting Charms of Havelock Island

Welcome to a journey through the captivating beauty of Havelock Island, where the azure waters of the Bay of Bengal meet pristine white sandy beaches, and lush greenery envelops you in tranquillity. In this comprehensive guide, we invite you to discover the wonders of Havelock Island and the exceptional experiences awaiting you at De Foret Resort. From luxurious accommodations to thrilling adventures and serene moments of relaxation, let's dive deep into what makes Havelock Island and De Foret Resort the best resort to stay in Havelock Island, ensuring an unforgettable escape.

Introduction to Havelock Island

Location and Geography: Havelock Island, officially known as Swaraj Island, is part of the Andaman Islands archipelago in the Bay of Bengal. It is renowned for its crystal-clear waters, diverse marine life, and lush tropical forests. The island's serene ambiance and pristine beaches attract travellers seeking both relaxation and adventure amidst unspoiled natural beauty.

Getting There: To reach Havelock Island, travellers typically fly into Veer Savarkar International Airport in Port Blair, the capital of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. From Port Blair, a ferry ride takes you to Havelock Island, offering scenic views of the surrounding ocean and islands along the way.

Discovering De Foret Resort

Luxurious Accommodations: At De Foret Resort, luxury meets nature. The resort offers a range of accommodation options, from elegant rooms with garden views to spacious suites overlooking the azure waters of the Bay of Bengal. Each room and suite is designed with comfort and style in mind, featuring modern amenities and tasteful decor that harmonizes with the island's natural surroundings.

Dining Experiences: Culinary delights await at De Foret Resort's restaurants, where expert chefs craft a fusion of local Flavors and international cuisines. Whether you're indulging in fresh seafood caught from nearby waters or savouring exotic dishes inspired by global culinary traditions, dining at the resort is a feast for the senses. Enjoy alfresco dining under starlit skies or intimate meals in elegant indoor settings, accompanied by a selection of fine wines and tropical cocktails.

Spa and Wellness: Escape into serenity at the resort's spa, where skilled therapists offer a variety of rejuvenating treatments inspired by traditional wellness practices. From aromatic massages using locally sourced oils to holistic therapies that balance mind, body, and spirit, the spa at De Foret Resort ensures a blissful retreat amidst tranquil surroundings.

Exploring Havelock Island's Attractions

1. Radhanagar Beach: Ranked among Asia's best beaches, Radhanagar Beach captivates visitors with its powdery white sands and turquoise waters. Spend leisurely hours sunbathing, swimming, or simply strolling along the shoreline as gentle waves lap at your feet. Don't miss the breathtaking sunset views that paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, creating a magical backdrop for romantic moments.

2. Underwater Adventures: Havelock Island is a paradise for snorkelling and diving enthusiasts. Explore vibrant coral reefs teeming with marine life, including colourful fish, sea turtles, and even majestic manta rays. Discover the underwater world's beauty at popular dive sites like Elephant Beach and Dive India, where certified instructors guide you through unforgettable aquatic experiences.

3. Eco-Tours and Nature Walks: Immerse yourself in the island's rich biodiversity with eco-tours and nature walks that showcase its lush tropical forests and diverse wildlife. Spot endemic bird species, such as the Andaman wood pigeon and white-headed starling, as you trek through verdant trails surrounded by towering trees and exotic flora.

4. Island Hopping and Adventure Sports: Embark on island-hopping excursions to nearby islets like Neil Island and Long Island, each offering unique landscapes and cultural experiences. Engage in thrilling water sports such as kayaking, jet-skiing, and parasailing, or opt for a leisurely boat ride to secluded coves and hidden lagoons that reveal Havelock Island's untouched beauty.

Cultural Encounters and Local Flavors

1. Andamanese Culture and Heritage: Learn about the indigenous cultures and traditions of the Andamanese tribes through cultural performances, art exhibitions, and interactive workshops. Discover ancient crafts such as shell jewellery making and traditional dance forms that celebrate the island's cultural diversity and historical significance.

2. Local Cuisine and Night Markets: Savor authentic Andamanese cuisine at local eateries and street food stalls that offer delicacies like seafood curries, grilled fish, and spicy chutneys bursting with flavour. Explore bustling night markets where vendors sell handmade souvenirs, textiles, and handicrafts crafted by local artisans, perfect for taking home a piece of Havelock Island's vibrant culture.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Havelock Island and De Foret Resort offer an unparalleled escape into the heart of nature's splendour and cultural richness. Whether you seek relaxation, adventure, or a blend of both, this tropical paradise promises a memorable experience that transcends expectations. Plan your next getaway to De Foret Resort and immerse yourself in the enchanting charms of Havelock Island, where every moment is a testament to the island's timeless allure.

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