#but i know that once i start buying swords i'm not gonna stop until my money runs out

[lgbtlunaverse]

What kind of saber is baxia anyway?

I love my bloodthirsty princess of a cursed blade, and in my heart of hearts i am nothing but a sword nerd, so i've been extremely fascinated by Baxia and how we know frustratingly little about what she actually looks like!

I mean, look at bichen, right?

Bichen in the donghua:

Bichen in the drama:

They're clearly not exactly the same. The scabbards are different, and the guards have a different shape. But these are recognizably different iterations on one theme, right? Thin jian with a white grip silver guard, light blue tassel and silver mounting accents on the scabbard.

Now this is baxia in the donghua:

And baxia in the drama:

????????

THAT'S A COMPLTELY DIFFERENT WEAPON

it doesn't stop there either, the audio drama is kind enough to give us ANOTHER COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BAXIA

pretty! But how is that he same sword??

And when we go back to the novel, we get very little information on her appearance other than the fact that her blade is tinted red with all the blood she's absorbed. Which none of these designs incorporate.

This is not a dig on the designs itself, they're all quite gorgeous in their own right and i'm going to spend a while discussing all of them! Because isn't it fascinating how, since we know little about novel baxia beyond "saber" all of these designs ended up so different? What kinds of sabers are these, anyway?

So, a chinese aber, aka a "dao" (刀) just means a sword that has only one cutting side. As opposed to a jian, which has two.

You can see how that leaves a LOT of room for variaton.

I've actually seen some people get confused because Huaisang's saber in the untsmed is thin and quite straight, making it superficially resemble the jian more than drama!baxia, but it is still clearly a saber!

See? only one cutting blade!

This, to me looks a lot like a tang dynasty hengdao

credit to this blog for providing his image and being a great source for all this going forward.

TANGENT: during all this I found out the english wikipedia page for dao is WRONG! Ths is what they about the tang hengdao!

So that sounds like the hengdao was called that during the sui dynasty, but then, after that, started being called a peidao, right?

WRONG

I LOOKED AT THE SOURCE THEY USED AND IT SAYS THIS:

IT WAS CALLED THE PEIDOU UNTIL THE SUI DYNASTY, AT WHICH POINT IT WAS CALLED A HENGDAO. Which would carry over to the Tang dynasty. This was the source wikipedia linked! and it says something else than they say it does!

Anyone know how to edit a wikipedia article?

ANYWAY

BACK TO BAXIA

Since we're already at the drama, let's look at drama baxia: She's also straight! the general term for straight-backed saber is Zhibeidao, but that's a modern collector's term, and doesn't really say anything about which historical kind of saber baxia could be based on. Another meta i found on the drama nie sabers already went on some detail here.

I'm gonna expand on that a little: The kinds of historical straight-backed sabers we see resemble the hengdao a lot more than they do baxia. They don't go to their point as harsly as she does (she's basically a cleaver!) and they're all way skinnier.

No, my personal theory is that instead of being based on any kind of historical sword, drama!baxia is based on a Nandao.

I mean, come on, look at it!

Baxia!

The Nandao... isn't actually a historical sword. It was invented for Wushu forms. There's a really fascinating article about its conception, but that's why the swords in the images look a little thin and flimsy. Wushu swords are very flexible and light, they're dance props, not weapons to fight with. There are actual steel versions of Nandao, but they're recreations of the prop, not the other way around.

So That's one way in which Baxia differes from the Nandao: she's actually a real weapon. The other is that, as you can see above, the nandao has an S-shaped guard. Baxia doesn't. She's also much more elaborately decorated, of course. Because she's a princess.

Now: audio drama baxia!

This is much easier. with that flare at the tip?

Oh baby that's a niuweidao, all the way!

There are more sabers with that kind of curved handle, but the broad tip is really charcteristic of the niuweidao. The Niuweidao is also incredibly poplar in modern media, often portrayed as a historical sword, but it originated i nthe 19th century! And it was actually never used by the military!

That's right, the Niuweidao was pretty much exclusively a civilian weapon! That makes its use here anachronistic, but so is the nandao, and considering that the origin story of the Nie is that they use Dao intead of Jian because their ancestors were butchers, portraying them with a weapon historically reserved for rebels and common people instead of the imperial military is actually very on theme!

Finally, Donghua/Manhua baxia. These two designs are so similar I'm going to treat them as one and the same for now.

Unlike both previous baxias, The long handle makes it clear this baxia is a two-handed weapon, though Nie Mingjue is absolutely strong enough to wield her with one hand anyway. Normal rules don't count for cultivators.

Now, this is where things get tricky, because there are a lot of words for long two-handed sabers. And a lot of them are interchangable! This youtube video about the zhanmadao, one of the possible sabers this baxia could be based on, goes a little into just how confusing this can get. This kind of blade WAS actually in military use for many centuries, making it the most historically accurate of all the baxias. But because of that it also has several names and all of those names can also refer to different kinds of blades depending on what century we're in.

So here's our options: i'm going to dismiss the wodao and miandao, because these were explicitly based on japanese sword design, and as we can see manhua baxia has that very broad tip, so that won't work

(Example of a wodao. According to my sources Miaodao is really just the modern common term for the wodao, and the changdao, and certain kinds of zhanmadao... do you see how quickly this gets confusing?)

Next option: Zhanmadao.

Zhanmadao stands for "horse chopping saber" so... yeah they were anti-cavalry weapons. meant to be able to cut the legs and/or necks of horses. That definitely sounds like a weapon Nie Mingjue would wield. But if you watched that youtube video i linked above, you'll know the standardized Qing dinasty Zhanmadao looked very different from earlier versions. It was inspired by the japanese odachi, and more resembles the miandao than its ealrier heftier counteprarts.

Earlier Ming dynasty Zhanmadao on the other hand were... basically polearms. the great ming military blog spot, another wonderful source, says these are essentially a kind of podao/pudao (朴刀) which looked like this

Now that blade looks a lot like baxia, but the handle is honestly too long. Donghua!baxia straddles the line between sword an polearm a little, but while zhanmadao have been used to refer to both long-handled swords and polerarms, this was undeniably a polearm, not a sword.

If you want to know what researching this was like, I found a picture of this blade on pinterest-- labeled as a "two-handed scimitar"-- and the comment section was filled with people arguing about whether this was a Pudao, Wudao, Zhanmadao, Dadao, Guandao, or a japanese Nagita.

So... that's how it was going. This has kept me up until 2 AM multiple times.

However! Thanks to this article on the great ming military blog I found out there have historically been pudao blades with shorter handles!

Specifically, Ming dynasty military writer Cheng Ziyi created a modified version of the pudao to work with the Dan Fao Fa Xuan technixues-- aka technqiues for a two-handed saber, which would alter heavily influence Miaodao swordmanship-- thereby, as the article points out, essentially merging the cleaver-polearm type Zhanmadao with the later two-handed japanese-inspired design.

This is the illustration for the Wu Bei Yao Lue (武備要略) a Ming dynasty military manual

This blade shape in the illustration doesn't match Baxia exactly, but since it's a lengthened Pudao-like blade and we've seen above that those can match Donghua Baxia's shape, i'm gonna say that calling Baxia a Zhanmadao with a two-handed grip isn't all that innacurate!

However, because all of these terms are so intertwined, there are a dozen other things you could call her that would be about equally correct.

To show that, here's a lightning round of other potential Baxia candidates:

Dadao (大刀)

Which are generally one-handed and too short. However!

Another youtube video i found of someone training with a Zhanmadao that resembles baxia a little also calls it a "shuangshoudai dao" (雙手带 刀) shuangshou means two-handed, and while 雙手带 seems to refer to a longer handled weapon, when looking for a shuangshou dao or shuangshou dadao (双手大刀) we find a lot more baxia-resembling blades like here and here

I also found that, while the cleaver-like Dadao is strictly a product of the 20th centuy, since dadao just means big sword or big knife, it has been used to refer to loads of different weapons! Some people could've called the zhanmadao and pudao "dadao" during the Ming dynasty as well.

Another potential baxia candidate that mandarin mansion classifies as similar to the later dadao (though longer, as seen in the illustration below) is the "Kuanren Piandao"

Which piqued my interest because this diagram classifying different tpye of Dao:

Claims that a Kuanrenbiandao (diferent spelling, same sword) is the same as a modern day Zhanmadao.

(So once again, all of these terms are interchangable)

Another opton Is the Chuanmeidao/Chuanweidao (船尾刀) below you can see a diagram, based on the Qing dynasty green standard army regulation, of blades all officially classified as types of "pudao"

The top middle is the Kuanren Piandao, and bottom left is the Chuanweidao.

Both of these have a lot of baxia-like qualities.

So there you go! live action baxia is based on a Nandao, audio drama baxia is based on a Niuweidao, and Manhua/donghua baxia is some kind of two-handed Zhanmadao/Pudao/Dadao depending on how you want to look at it.

I'm honestly surprised no one has made the creative decision to portray Baxia as a Jiuhuandao, aka 9 ringed broadsword yet.

I mean look at it! Incredibly imposing. Would make for a great Baxia imo. (@ upcoming mdzs manga and mobile game: take notes!)

[robininthelabyrinth]

This one's gonna take two asks, I'm incapable of making it more succinct. In Accurate description NHS said "I’m taking you back with me to the Nie sect when all this is over. If your parents want you back, they can come ask nicely.” Could we get that AU? And the Jiangs HAVE to ask nicely, because with the war on the horizon they can't risk alienating the Nies, but they are so bad at it? NHS's half assed plan to poach JC gets more and more solid the longer he has to watch this train wreck.(1/2)

How hard can it be to love your own flesh and blood? Even NMJ has stopped admonishing him for wanting to poach another sect's heir. What a political nightmare that would be. But JC is so relaxed with NHS's birds? And keeping up longer and longer when training with da-ge? And smiling more? And JYL said, she's never seen him so loose in the shoulders? NHS can make this work. JFM and YZY never valued JC anyway 

Part 2 of Accurate Description (necessary to read that first)

-

“Absolutely not,” was the first thing Nie Huaisang’s brother said when Nie Huaisang first raised the idea of kidnapping Jiang Cheng for his own good. “Absolutely fucking not.”

“Nie sect principle three,” Nie Huaisang said.

“Well, shit,” his brother said.

This was because Nie Huaisang’s brother is the best.

“I’ve gotten other people involved in this,” Nie Huaisang added helpfully.

“You’d better have,” his brother said. “I am not dealing with the fallout from this on my own.”

Nie Huaisang nodded happily. That was about what he’d expected.

A few moments later, his brother asked, “Why are we kidnapping him, anyway?”

-

“This is temporary,” Nie Mingjue said gruffly.

“Very temporary,” Jiang Cheng agreed, sounding stiff and awkward. “I don’t even know why I’m here.”

“You know exactly why you’re here,” Nie Huaisang objected. “I told you why!”

Jiang Cheng gave him a dirty look.

“Also I have no idea how da-ge got you here, but you’re staying,” Nie Huaisang said firmly. “For as long as it takes for your parents to show that they deserve you returning to them. You’re not getting a choice.”

Jiang Cheng’s face was turning red.

“That’s not the deal, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue interjected. “Jiang Wanyin can return home at any time he wishes.”

Nie Huaisang glared, but his brother ignored him.

“He can also stay as long as he wishes,” he said, and this time it was Jiang Cheng’s turn to stare. “If you want others to respect him, you must first pay him the respect he deserves yourself. Now, I have to go, but Jiang Wanyin – know that our home is always open to you.”

He put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, then ruffled Nie Huaisang’s hair, and left.

Jiang Cheng looked dazed.

Nie Huaisang smirked.

“…you said something about him giving out hugs?”

“Oh yeah,” Nie Huaisang said. “Great hugs.”

-

“I can’t believe you would betray me like this,” Nie Huaisang whined. “And after all I’ve done for you!”

“A little training’s not going to kill you,” Jiang Cheng said. “Come on already.”

“My brother put you up to this, didn’t he? You sold me out for a hug.”

“I sold you out for the opportunity to go on a proper night-hunt,” Jiang Cheng said. “Also, he said he was proud of the progress I’ve been making on my cultivation and sword training since I got here. And gave me a hug.”

Nie Huaisang grumbled but conceded that his brother was especially difficult to resist when he was in full big brother mode. If he wasn’t, Nie Huaisang wouldn’t have been nearly so willing to give up the neat new sword he’d found in the Xuanwu’s cave and store it down in their saber halls until his brother and Baxia could figure out how to suppress it - he hadn’t even realized it was full of resentful energy at first, and he still thought it was especially aesthetic.

“Besides, if you don’t practice something soon, he’ll come after you himself,” Jiang Cheng said. “Wouldn’t you rather train with me?”

“No. You’re just as crazy as he is.”

Jiang Cheng looked disturbingly complimented.

“I’ll come look at your birds later,” he offered.

“You’d do that anyway,” Nie Huaisang said. “You love my birds.”

Jiang Cheng did, too. Nearly as much as he loved all the feral cats that roamed the walls of the Unclean Realm, every single one of which seemed to have immediately pegged him as a soft touch and come nosing around for treats – Nie Huaisang had never seen Jiang Cheng look so calm and peaceful as when he had a cat under his palm.

It really put into perspective how stressed he looked the rest of the time.

“Oh, all right,” he groaned, and Jiang Cheng beamed. “Just know that I hate you.”

“Same to you, Nie-gongzi,” Jiang Cheng said, completely insincere. “Same to you.”

-

“You know, I’m surprised my parents haven’t shown up to demand me back yet,” Jiang Cheng said over lunch one day. “It’s not – it’s not a problem. It’s only – I thought – Mother at least –”

“Oh, they’re demanding all right,” Nie Huaisang sniggered.

“…Nie Huaisang, what have you done,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Conspired, that’s what,” Nie Mingjue said. “I don’t know if I should thank you for discovering my brother’s sole talent, namely for scheming and conspiracies, or to blame you for it, Wanyin – but you do have very loyal friends.”

Jiang Cheng blinked.

“Well, first your parents went to Lanling,” Nie Huaisang explained. “On account of Jin Zixuan and Mianmian very obviously sneaking food around and buying all sorts of things that you would like before smuggling them – very poorly and obviously, mind you – into Jinlin Tower, and of course they were also overheard talking about something that sounded an awful lot like ‘Wanyin’; everyone assumed they were hiding you. Turns out they weren’t, of course; it was just a stray dog they’d named something with similar tones. Not their fault everyone got the wrong idea!”

Jiang Cheng’s eye twitched.

“And then, of course, they went to Gusu, on account of Lan Wangji telling everyone you were his sworn brother –”

“His what?!”

“Well, close enough. On account of how you saved his life.”

“I did not!”

“I thought I heard something about how you carried him on your back as you fled from the Xuanwu’s cave and the Wen sect’s ambushes, when he was exhausted and could not walk,” Nie Mingjue said mildly, and Jiang Cheng spluttered. “Had I heard wrongly?”

“…well, no…but...”

“Of course, you weren’t at Gusu,” Nie Huaisang continued, ignoring them both. “Though there were some heavy implications for a little while that you’d gone off with Lan-gongzi –”

“Isn’t he missing?”

Nie Mingjue coughed and looked down at his plate.

“And none of you said anything?” Jiang Cheng asked, looking between them. “At any point? Did you just, what, not talk to them?”

“I have spoken with your parents several times since they have started looking for you,” Nie Mingjue said, and his voice was suddenly hot with roiling anger. “I have concluded that Huaisang had a point regarding the necessity of their learning how to ask for your return.”

Jiang Cheng blinked.

“Your parents are jerks,” Nie Huaisang volunteered. “And you deserve better.”

“Yes, thank you,” Jiang Cheng said, a little strangled. “I think I – got that.”

“Good.”

-

“It’s just, my jiejie –”

“Supports you being here. She sent you a care package. It’s in your room.”

“…Wei Wuxian –”

“Sent a note along with the package. Says to keep up the good work.”

“How did you even get something like that?!”

“I have my ways.”

-

Nie Huaisang was staring blankly at the wall when Jiang Cheng walked in and did a double take.

“Okay,” he said to Nie Mingjue, sitting patiently nearby with a letter in his hands. “You broke him. How?”

“He just discovered that he inadvertently saved a great deal of lives,” Nie Mingjue said. “As did you, by agreeing to come here.”

“I only agreed to come here because you lied and told me it was necessary to help defend my sect,” Jiang Cheng grumbled, clearly not meaning it.

Nie Huaisang let out a high-pitched and somewhat hysterical giggle.

“It was,” Nie MIngjue said solemnly, offering him the letter. “It appears that Wen Chao was given permission to attack and crush the Jiang sect, but has been delaying in anticipation of your return on account of wanting to deal with all of you at once. The delay allowed our spies time to discover his plans, and to carry warnings to your parents. They were thus able to fortify the Lotus Pier’s defenses against invasion, and to hold it off until aid could arrive – which they wouldn’t have managed if he’d attacked at once, as he would have if you’d been there.”

Jiang Cheng stared.

“Would you like to sit down and stare at the wall?” Nie Mingjue offered kindly.

“…yes please.”

-

“How’d you convince him to let me come here, anyway?” Jiang Cheng asked Nie Huaisang as he packed up his things. He was finally heading back to the Lotus Pier, albeit only long enough to collect soldiers and come back to join what they’d started calling the Sunshot Campaign – his parents had finally figured out where he was and sent word that had, in the view of the Nie, just barely qualified as sufficient to get some leeway.

Lan Wangji was waiting in the hallway to escort him there, and he’d sworn to Nie Huaisang that he would not allow either of Jiang Cheng’s parents to say anything untoward while they were there. He’d looked very serious while he said it, too, which pleased Nie Huaisang to no end and made Jiang Cheng look more than a bit nervous.

“You’re only asking that now?” Nie Huaisang asked, amused.

Jiang Cheng shrugged. “You going to tell me or not?”

“It was easy,” he said. “I just invoked Nie sect principle three.”

“…what’s that?”

“‘A fire burns all the same’,” Nie Huaisang said. “Variously interpreted as: ‘Treat your neighbor’s harm as your own’, ‘Do not stand idly by as your neighbor bleeds’, or ‘Indifference to evil is equivalent to evil’.”

Jiang Cheng stared.

“How about ‘if you see someone who needs you, you have an obligation to act’?”

Jiang Cheng blinked. “Okay,” he said. “And?”

“And what?”

“And what else did you say? You convinced him to literally kidnap the heir of another Great Sect; I can’t believe that you accomplished that simply by saying ‘hey principle three applies here, let’s do this’.”

“Maybe I did,” Nie Huaisang sniffed.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll get them out of you one day.”

“Maybe you will,” Nie Huaisang said.

-

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said. “If I wanted to keep Jiang Cheng permanently, what principle would I have to invoke for that?”

“Nineteen.”

“Nineteen?” Nie Huaisang frowned. “But, da-ge, principle nineteen is the one about marriage – oooooooh.”

[icarusthefoolish]

Icarus's 100 follower Event!

I still can't quite believe that i reached 100 followers, i honesty thought I'd never get there but holy shit i did and i am incredibly thankful that there's so many people that enjoy my story's (eventho I've not been posting any) and enjoy talking to me.

Rules

As i said I'm doing an event, and i was wracking my brain for ideas until i came up with the idea to look for a bunch of prompts that you can pick from to write your story with! Because yes in this Event you write the story .

I looked for a bunch of prompts that are gonna be sorted into 2 categories, Fluff and Angst, you can decide which one of these to choose from or you can use a promt from both categories.

Just send me an ask of wich promt(s) you want to use and which characters and i will add you in here with said character!

I will leave it up to you if you want it to be romantic or Platonic the only other rule i have is that a promt can only be chosen once! And that this will be based around the Dream Smp.

You won't have a deadline for this I'll leave you as much time as you want as long as it doesn't take absolutely forever.

Also once you're done with your story please tag me in it or tell me via ask or Pm if it's done!

With that out of the way onto the prompts!

Fluff:

“I just want you to know that you were never alone.”

“It all looks so tiny from up here.”

“Keep an eye on the door, but whatever you do, don’t open it.”

"Promise me you’ll never tell anyone what you just saw."

"I've always believed that the most important quality a person can have is the ability to love."

“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear! Okay … it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain.”

"The thought of loosing you...scares me" (@wilczachannn ) (Tommy)

"Can i sleep over? My parents are fighting again..." (@itsonlydana )

"Shh! Stop fussing.....im just braiding your hair!" (@kzuhasluvr ) (Techno)

"It's ok....i couldn't sleep anyway"

“It’s taken me fifty years to get here. I’m sure as hell not giving up now!”

“There is no better way to start the day than seeing your face.”

“You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.”

“I love to hear your voice, even if you’re so far away.”

“Is it fair to say that you read the love letter and that this means ‘yes’?”

“Morning cuddles are the best part of the day.” (@gray-moon2 )

“Have I told you I love you today?”

“I would like my good morning kiss now.”

“Let’s go, I’ll buy you dinner. And maybe breakfast.”

“You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” (@gray-moon2 )

"Do trust them? No....but i trust their anger"

"For once I'm not the bad guy here!"

"It's me! It's me... calm down... please"

Angst:

“There’s no point running.” ( @0yuioy0 )

“Time. It’s the one thing that you can never get back.”

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.”

“I just think it’d be best if we never met.”

“Good. I meant it to hurt.”

“I shouldn’t care for your life, but I’m starting to and it’s becoming an inconvenience.”

“I want to wipe that grin of your face with my sword, but my mother/father taught me to play nicely.”

“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take them from me.”

“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”

“You’re back in my life and I want you to die again.”

"Can you just kiss me? One last time....thats.... that's all i ask"

"You are my Achilles heel.... they will do whatever it takes to get to you..."

I could’ve died and you couldn’t have cared less.”

“Just get out. I- I don’t want you here, just leave.” (@wilczachannn ) (Tommy)

“You’re not the same person I fell in love with, don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

“I wish you had of just done it for the thrill of it, but now you’re in deep shit.

“Next time, I won’t be here to salvage your wreckage. This is the last time.” (@0yuioy0 ) (Tommy)

“If you had have kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here!”

“they died and he lost his mind.”

“No one will keep your name alive. Once you’re gone, everything you once stood for disappears too.”

“I should’ve died. That would’ve made you happy.”

“This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, this is real life and I can go on without you.” (@shakirawastaken ) (Dream)

“Time was always a measurement of this relationship and we finally ran out.”

There! I hope you all have fun with this and im already really excited to see your results!!

Tagging some moots for reach!

-> @heavenly-fairy @anarchyanon @forefinn @itsonlydana @sunniewrites @0yuioy0

[ygreczed-3]

Gavin and Nines’ first encounter

Hank’s scars

Gavin’s scars

The Red Guard and the Snow Angel

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Gavin is looking at the last fire Hank and Connor lit. The ashes are cold and damp. He looks at the footprints, they're barely visible but he can still identify Hank and another person's footprints.

Gavin : Where're you going old man ? And who's coming with you ?

*Noises behind him.* He reaches for his sword but the other person is too fast.

Gavin : Who the fuck--- A Golem ?! Nines : Be quiet, human. And don't move, or you'll lose your head. Gavin : What the fuck you doing here, snowman ?! Nines : Why are you following this track ? Gavin : None of your fucking business! Nines : Where did they go ?

Gavin realizes.

Gavin : … You can't track them�� you don't know how. How long have you been following me, bastard ? Nines : Answer me, human, or I'm killing you.  Gavin : You know what ? Go to hell.

x

Hank : You hear that ? Connor : What ? I can hear many things, unlike you. Be more precise. Hank : The wind. It's rising. A snowstorm is coming. Connor : So ? Hank : We need to find a cave or something, and gather wood to survive. Connor : You're fucking kidding me ? We can't stop again ! We need to go forward ! Hank : Do as you want. I'm not risking the Frostbite for a fucking golem. Connor : What the hell is a Frostbite ? Hank : There is a snow spirit in these woods… it curses us, humans, whenever they’re caught in a snowstorm. It bites us and his magic freezes our blood. Connor : ...Humans are so weak. I should have gone through this wood by myself.  Hank : As I said, smartass, do as you want.

x

Gavin is gagged and attached on his horse. Nines is walking in front of them, guiding the horse. The wind rises up.

Gavin : Hmmmpf !!! Hummmmppf !! Nines : Be quiet. Gavin : Hmmmhmmmmhmmpf !!! *Nines sighs* Nines takes the gag down.

Nines : What. Gavin : A snowstorm is coming ! We need to find them before it starts or we'll lose the track ! Anderson must be looking for a shelter, we have to join them or we're gonna catch the Frostbite. Nines : What nonsense are you saying… Gavin : I'm not dying because you don't take it seriously. Untie me ! Nines : If you try to escape me… Gavin : I'm not suicidal, snowman. This storm is gonna kill me faster than you.

Nines stares at the human suspiciously but finally unties him

Gavin : That way, and hurry up, snowy prick !

x

The storm is violent outside. Hank is in the cave but he checks his body and he's got the frostbite on his arm.

Hank : … shit. Connor : … You've got it ? How ? Hank : Humans… truly can't go through this forest it seems. Not since the magician vanished. Connor : There must be a remedy! I can't lose more time going back to find another human for this quest. Hank : Yeah, people say silent stars can cure it. It's … a white flower that grows in the forest… But I'll die from this curse before the storm settles. Connor : I'm immune to snow magic! I'll find that flower. I need you, human. You hear me ? Don't die yet.

x

Connor is walking in the snowstorm.

Nines : Connor ! Connor : … Nines ? What… are you doing here? And who's this ???

Gavin is unconscious, thrown on the back of his own horse like a potato sack.

Nines : I found him following your track a few days ago, I used his knowledge to find you. Connor : He's barely conscious… he must be covered with Frostbites… Nines : … Oh yeah, he said something about this… curse or whatever. It doesn't matter now, I don't need him anymore. Connor : Take him to the cave, it's just a few steps behind me. Nines : What ? No, Connor, I'm here to take you back to Jericho.  Connor : I said I wouldn't go back before I find the magician. We have a chance to stop this cycle of hatred and violence, we have to try. Nines : So where are you going ? Connor : The human I choose to come with me, he's got Frostbite curse like yours. I have to find silent stars to save them. Nines : You wanna save the humans ? Connor : Nines, we need them.

Nines sighs in front of Connor’s stubbornness, but takes the horse to the cave just behind his brother.

x

Gavin : Hnnn… Where… Where am I… Hank : In a cave. Gavin : Bear Paw ?... I found you… Hank : Why did you do that ? Gavin :... Thought you were capturing golems... wanted to claim half of the merit… Hank : Of course. Gavin : I always thought… I'd die on the battlefield.  Hank : Yeah, me too. With some chance, we'll get a remedy. Gavin : Sure, old man… it's gonna fall from the sky.  Hank : The golems went out to get some silent stars...  Gavin : Oh well, we're screwed … they're gonna give us up... Hank : …

x

Nines : You don't even know where exactly he is. Connor : But I know where to look. He's a powerful and eccentric magician. I'll find him one way or another. Nines : If you die trying to find him, Jericho will lose a ferocious defender, and Markus and I will lose a brother. Connor : Stop treating me like I'm unconscious! This situation is going to kill us all. We all need a long term solution, we can't keep… running into a wall like this ! Nines : We… You mean, humans too ? Connor : I just said we needed a long term solution. Don't overthink it.  Nines : …

Nines is silent for a short moment, looking at Connor's back as he keeps walking in the snowstorm.

Nines : I'm going with you then. If the human tries something against you, I'll kill him and we'll go back to Jericho. Deal ? Connor : I can take care of an old guy like him by myself, thanks.

x

They arrive at the cave.

Connor : Hey. We have the flowers. Hank : …

Hank looks at the golem in confused disbelief.

Connor : Well, you look surprised ? Come on, do your potion or whatever. Hurry. Hank : … Uh.

x

Hank : The storm settles. We can leave tomorrow in the morning. Connor : Alright. I checked out the surroundings yesterday, we should go southeast, it'll be easier for Sumo. Gavin : I'm coming.  Hank : Out of question. You go back to Detroit, Fowler's gonna need more hunters now I'm gone. It's finally your time to shine. Gavin : You not my father, old man. If you really find Kamski I want to be part of it. If you don't, well, we can still take those two fuckers back to Detroit. I won't let you have all the glory. Nines : I agree. I don't want to let the little human go back to his city with the informations he has. We keep him or we kill him. Gavin : Hey, watch your mouth snowman ! I'm average in height.  Nines : Be grateful, little human, we saved your life. Gavin : You mean you left me for dead. And don't fucking call me little ! Connor : Here we are ! Braverive… Gavin : Finally. I need a bath. And a bed. Hank : Be careful, alright ? If anyone sees you're golems, you're screwed.

x

The four men get to walk through the forest and reach the human outpost, Braverive. They find an inn to spend the night. The golems don’t need to sleep so they just take two bedrooms, for Hank and Gavin. Hank enters his room.

Hank : You sure you don't need a bed ? Connor : I can go in stasis standing up. I don't need to though. We barely need rest, but stasis is recommended at least once a week. Hank : Alright. I'm worn out... G'night.

Connor watches as Hank takes his clothes off, until he only wears underwear. He has many scars, and the Golem can’t help but admire them in silent admiration. He knows those scars have been made by Golems but still... they show how skilled and ferocious of a warrior the human is. Connor admits those scars are... hot, in a way.

Hank sits in the bed and looks up.

Hank : Hey. Connor : Hm ?

Hanks tosses him some cash.

Hank : Here, take your brother and use that money to buy a… decent outfit. Connor :... What's indecent with this one ? Hank : I'm sleeping. Don't talk to me.

x

Hank is awake, he looks by the window. Connor comes back from the market, where he seemingly bought human's traveling clothes, and enters the room.

Connor : You can't sleep ? Hank : Hm… I sleep better when I'm… outside. Connor : I thought humans enjoyed beds and comfort. Hank : Sleeping in a bed… reminds me of a night I wish I could forget. Connor : The night of Freedom ? Hank : The night your people set fire to my neighborhood in order to escape. The night I lost my family. Remember that part, Connor ? When you killed innocent people... Connor : … You blame us for fighting for freedom… I know... you're right. Many innocents perished that night. Not only on my side, I admit that. Hank : … So… all I can do is… blaming that stupid war ? Connor : … I'm sure we can put an end to it. I'm sure Kamski will… give us a solution. For both our peoples.

x

Gavin is sleeping, the sun is getting into the room. He's naked and has a lot of scars on his body, and bruises everywhere the Frostbite curse struck. Nines watches the marks silently. Golems can’t get scars... so it kinda mesmerizes him to see those darker lines on the human’s body. Somehow, it feels like Gavin is wearing other people’s marks on his body... That tells a story, not a pretty one, but a story nonetheless. Nines wonders if Gavin remembers who did each one of his scars... He wonders if he could mark him as well. Like... a trophy.

Gavin : You like what you see ?

Nines snaps out of his contemplation. Gavin sits up, rubbing his eyes

Nines : All of those are battle scars. Gavin : Jealous ? No one who has let a trace on this body has survived, so be careful to not damage me in the future. Nines : How many of my brothers and sisters did you kill ? Gavin : I lost count. Nines : … Who did the one on your nose ? Gavin  : ...Who cares.  He's dead anyway. 

[aphmau-imagines]

Hi! I just stumbled across this blog and wowie I'm being pulled back into the swing of this fandom-If you're taking requests, maybe something with S1 Zenix? The reader being like his mentor alongside Garroth and they've been training him, while pining after him, and he actually does like them back but then he goes and betrays them? And it's just angst after he fights Garroth and they fight against him too? Thanks in advance! And if you don't want to do this, I get it too, don't worry!!

STOP BEING SO NICE IMMA CRY I- of course, anon! guessing this is MCD? i’m not that well informed on the series since it’s been a while, so i’m so so so sorry this is so shitty!

let me say this really snatched me out my comfort zone since

1. i’ve never written angst in my life

2. never written fight scenes

3. never written for zenix

but i really tried my best! feel free to hate me as you like :’D garroth and zenix don’t really fight in this, it’s actually just zenix vs reader so uh- this is very rushed because i don’t know how long this has been in my inbox and don’t wanna hold it any longer!!

if you don’t like it, tell me and i’ll re-do it! imagine under the cut as always~~

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In the end, I still love you | MCD! Zenix // GN! Reader

   “ come on, zenzie! you gotta try harder if you wanna beat me! “ you giggled, extending a hand to help your student. but, was he really a student? to you, he was like your best friend. sure, you’ve known garroth for much longer, but with zenix. . .

   “ GARROTH! “ [name] screamed, watching as the blond fell to the floor after taking a heavy blow to the shadow knight they once knew to be an introverted and kind soul.

   “ i’ll never leave you! you’re. . .you’re my best friend. “ it pained you to say that, but what could you do? you were a mentor, and he was just a student.

   “ pathetic. “ the man in front of you spoke, eyeing the blond’s figure with pure spite. yet, as his eyes landed on the [hair color]’s figure, he couldn’t help but feel a feeling he despised bubbling in his chest.

   zenix always had a soft spot for them. how could he not? because for the longest time, romantic feelings had blossomed. and it pained him. it pained him greatly to hurt the one he loved.

   “ zenix. . . “ the [species] stood, their eyes shadowed by their hair as their hands clench to fists. head raising slowly, the male of dark brown hair finally saw their eyes of [color] glaring at him. their hand tightened around their sword.

   “ the only pathetic one i see here. . . “ they started, picking their sword up as tears blurred their vision. “ IS YOU! “ they screamed, forcing their aching legs to dash to the shadow knight.

   “ i’d never hurt you! what kind of friend would i be if i harmed you? “ you huffed, taking a swig of water. garroth had finished his training long back, so it was only you and zenix, who was looking at you as if cupid had struck him multiple times.

   “ you’re gonna have to sometimes. “ the male shrugged. abruptly, you stop drinking the cool liquid. “ even if i was held at sword-point, i’d never! you’re very important to me, and friends don’t hurt each other. “ you said, sighing as you place the bottle of water down to instead grab your sword.

   “ up for another round? “ you raised a brow, smirking.

   swing after swing, [name]’s body ached. blood was gushing, and both the fighters were sure the [hair color] would either pass out of blood loss or even. . . lose their life.

   yet even as zenix continued to physically attack them, they made no effort to physically harm him back. instead, they attempted to weaken him. but it was no use.

   collapsing to the floor, [name] pants and gasps, lungs begging for oxygen. not even a second past before the tip of a blade was held at their neck.

   the world went silent.

   “ g-go on. sli- ( cough ) -ice my neck o-HoU-pen. “ [color] eyes weakly glare. “ .....why? “

   the question was so sudden it caught both off-guard. yet, zenix continued. “ why do you care so much about him? “ the male cleared up. “ ........ “ they didn’t have a specific response ready.

   seconds turned into minutes. “ .....beca-because i thought i c-could ( cough ) get rid of these ( hack ) feelings. i thought that m-maybe if i focused o-on ( hiccup ) other people, i’d stop l-lovi- ( hiccup ) -ng you. but no mat-matter how hard i tried, i-i couldn’t. i could stop thinking about y-you. dream ab-about you. want you. love you. “ tears slowly streamed down their face.

   they couldn’t even stand on their knees, falling onto the crimson-stained grass. zenix soon followed, both resting on their backs. the brunette blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears.

   weakly, [name] turned to face him. “ r-remember ( hiccup ) the time i-i promi-promised you tha-that we’d run o-off into a little cottage in t-the woods? “ they whispered.

   zenix nodded.

   “ when w-we'd play f-fight? “

   he nodded.

   “ i’d get y-you out of troub- ( wheeze ) -trouble? “

   yes. yes yes yes. how could he forget? and with every memory [name] recalled, he’d nod. until their voice slowly faded out. weak and bellow a whisper. with their remaining strength [ which wasn’t much ], they gave him a weak kiss on the cheek.

   “ in the end, i still love you. “

   that was the day [name] [last name] had died.

“ ZENZIE! “ a [soft/deep/raspy/etc.] voice exclaimed, the called male turning around only to spot his lover running to him with their bag slung loosely on their shoulder.

   “ [nickname]! “ the brunette smiled, arms wide as they jumped into them. “ i made you a bento so you don’t have to buy that weird food they sell. “ shuffling through their bag, [name] handed him the bento.

   “ thank you, boo. now, let’s get to class. “

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Ever since I know the fact that Sanemi seriously drunk on that respect women juice, I become deeply fall in love onto his character.

Also, I really respect to women who patiently carrying other life inside their bellies. I loved it when women get the attention they needed when they are pregnant. Patients hubby! Patients!

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Pregnant!Reader

(Warning: NSFWish; Sex Mention)

Sanemi has just came home in the morning after night mission when he heard rattling and choking sound from the bathroom.

He rushed to the bathroom, grabbing his sword in case it's a demon who attacked you.

It's not, he found you holding your body into the sink while panting. You covered your mouth, keeping the urge to vomit.

"(y/n)!"

"Sane- mi- It's okay, I'm just di-" Your voice was cut of with another vomits.

Sanemi was panicked, without thinking twice, he ran to bedroom, snatching his other big white haori and came back to you.

He wrapped you in his haori, carrying you out to Butterfly Estate.

"Hang on!"

When he arrived, the medic staff immediately took you off from him or else, he wouldn't stop shouting to them.

"Wind Pillar, your wife is in good hand now, let us take care of your wounds first. You've just came back from mission."

"Until I got good news from my wife, I'm not going anywhere."

"We know, but-"

"Shinazugawa-san." Shinobu took the lead, signing them to leave both of you. They nodded. "Your wife is in good condition, the symptoms are all natural."

"Symptoms? Natural?"

"Please prepare yourself because you'll become a father soon." Shinobu smiled and left, going back to your ward.

"I'm- a father?"

Shinobu escorted you out from the ward. But, she's not telling you that you're pregnant.

So when you discovered Sanemi on his knees, you immediately become confused and looked back at Shinobu.

She let out brightest smile and tapped your shoulder. "Take care the baby inside your belly, ok? Don't forget to consult here, twice a month. I'll leave you two alone."

You stumbled upon hearing that, before trembling and looked at your husband.

Sanemi suddenly stood up, and hugged you. You just realized that he's crying, his tears were dropping on your shoulder.

"I'm glad nothing happened to you."

"Sanemi, I'm pregnant." You whispered softly right at his ear. "I'm pregnant."

"I know." He tightened his hug.

When the news spreads amongst the Demon Slayer Corps, they all were in shock especially the Pillars.

Sanemi told them that both of you hasn't plan on having a child after married, not until both of you retired.

"Shinazugawa, do you have some sort of breeding kink or-"

"Talk again and I'll make sure to cut that tongue off from your mouth, Uzui."

Sanemi promised he will be a good husband, promised that what happened to his mother and his siblings will never happen to you.

He didn't want to be like his father. His mind was still fresh when he saw his father beated his mom, even when she still carrying Genya inside her womb.

No, not gonna happen to you.

When he's about to went out for mission, he will give you long lecture on how you should rest and didn't do anything stupid while he gone.

"Don't forget to eat. Don't walk around too much. No training, let those kids train by themselves. Call Shinobu if you need something, also.... probably Genya. Just call him."

"It's first trisemester, Sanemi. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"First trisemester is the most critical state." He kissed you on your temple. "I don't want anything happen to you and the baby."

But it's not you if it's not stubborn. You continued to train your students, quietly accepting mission when he was out.

And it affects to your second semester.

It all started when you casually doing chores and suddenly collapsed. You're lucky because your husband was nearby and was in time to caught you before you hit the ground.

"Did... Did you do heavy activities like jumping?"

"Um, I-" You hesitantly looked at your husband, and turned again to Shinobu's face. It's too late to lie now. "Yes, yes I did."

The Insect Pillar lets out long sighs and said, "You shouldn't do that. It's fortunate that your action, whatever it is, didn't result with miscarriage. I want you to be careful from now on. Collapsing might be continued, so please take care of your body."

Sanemi must be so disappointed. You silently walked behind him on the way on your home.

"What do you want? I'll cook for you."

"E- Eh?" You blinked in disbelief. "You- You're not ang- oww!"

"Of course I am!" He pinched both of your cheek, irk mark slowly appeared from his forehead. "But... Half of them is my fault though..."

You grabbed his hand, tilting your head. "No? It's not?"

"I left you when you needed me the most." He sighed and put his palm on your head. "I should be here with you, not going on mission. I understand it's hard." You unconsciously patted his chest, feeling more guilty for making him worry.

Sanemi wasn't so clueless. He knew how to handle pregnant woman from his experience taking care of his mother.

Ever since Sanemi knew you were gone for short mission while he went out for mission too, he ordered Genya to monitor you.

Genya didn't mind, not a little bit. He gradually checked you, escorted you to Butterfly Estate, and always stood by your side whenever you need him

"Genya, thank you so much for your help." You sat down on the engawa, he borrowed your kitchen and make teas.

"It's okay. I was so happy when Aniki told me to take care of you. Well, although his tone was more like ordering than asking, but I know his intent is good." Genya joined you, slowly pouring the tea into your cup.

"I'm so sorry. I will scold him when he came back home."

"Ane-san." He flashed his bright smile. "You were the one who make us being 'a siblings' once again. This is how I thanked you."

You gently placed your hand on your stomach, while looking at him. "The baby was excited after you said that." He chuckled.

"I hope you're always healthy, Ane-san. Aniki really loves you."

Sanemi might be not that kind but he always listened to your carvings.

Even though it's weird ones.

"Mitarashi dango but with miso soup." "Baked snack but I just want the head."

"What the hell is that." But he will make extra effort for it, making sure that it's edible for your mouth.

"Sanemi, your crow looks good too."

"WHAT, NO-"

Or-

"Sanemi, I don't know why but I just wanted to smack you right now."

"With lips, su-"

"No, with-" *SLAP* "My hands."

"WHAT THE- HEY STOP, YOU'RE ABUSING FUTURE FATHER!"

Sometimes, it's all about mood swings.

"Hey, I'll go to run groceries. What do you want."

"Nothing."

"Why are you suddenly become shy like this? You usually shout to me to buy you oden at 3 fuxking a.m."

"Shush, language."

He didn't know both of you still could have sex until Shinobu told him even though you're pregnant, but Sanemi isn't risking it. For this 9 months or more, he'll be patient. Your health and happiness are his priority.

"I was thinking about second child."

"No, we won't talk about it until you deliver the baby safely."

"You're right." You pouted and slammed your head at his arm. "I wonder if my stomach will stretch, leaving marks here and there on my hip area. Maybe, when we had sex, the mood will suddenly turn off because-"

"Well, I never said that I'm not into scar or marks." Sanemi turned his head, smirking. Your face reddened, your hand playfully smacked his head.

"Pervert." Suddenly, you felt your baby 'trying' to break free.

You guided his hand. Sanemi fidgeted, slowly touched your big belly. He could feel small bulge kicking his palm. He became excited, and put his ear on your stomach.

The beats, he could sense it. The baby will be fine.

"We will raise the baby, together."

Sanemi really hoped everything going smooth when you finally stepped on the last semester.

He worked hard on everything, providing your food, extra small futon, the clothes, checking you up gradually and else.

But not all things are according to his plans.

Oyakata-sama suddenly gave you and Sanemi a mission.

"I'm afraid that my wife will have trouble to move anywhere and will detain this mission."

"I want her to rest too, Sanemi. I know it's hard to bring the baby, but I don't have any choice. (y/n)'s ability is the only hope to solve this problem."

Can't they wait until his wife safely giving birth?

Of course not.

With one heavy sighs, he finally accepted Oyakata's request. When he told you about the details, you said that he didn't need to worry.

The mission completed without a single stretch landed on your body because he really protected you.

But, you suddenly sat down on the ground, holding your stomach, panting heavily

"Sa- Sanemi. I-" He looked at you in horror. Blood started to gushing out down there. He quickly carried you out from the forest, took you to the nearest town that hopefully has doctor or better, maternity clinic.

Luckily, he found one. He rushed inside and told everything about your condition to anyone who in charge. His voice still sounded panicking but he managed to compose himself. The staffs said that he could wait outside and quickly took lead of your body.

Sanemi sat down on the engawa with mixed feelings. He prepared for the best, and the worst. He gripped his sword, feeling more than ready to slash anything who disturbed his wife.

But he can't concentrate.

It's strange place, strange people he didn't familiar with. If he could be so honest, he didn't want you to deliver your baby here. He can't completely trust them to take care of you, he want you to safely giving birth in Butterfly Estate because at least, he knew you're in good hand.

He heard you screaming and groaning in pain, he had to stay calm and regained his sanity to stay focus. If he wants, he wanted to hold your hands and encouraging you, telling that everything will be fine. But he can't just barge in, you needed him to be your guard in case something bad happens.

And those anxieties were suddenly gone when he heard cries of a baby.

He ran inside, still gripping his sword. He saw his baby, both of your baby.

"Congratulations, Shinazugawa-san. It's a boy!!" One of the staffs was handing him his baby. He dropped his sword, tremblingly embrace his child onto his chest.

But his happiness quickly distracted when he can't find you anywhere in this room.

"Where is my-"

"Doc! We need your help, her body temperature rapidly decreased!!"

His heart skipped a beat. He tightened his grip on his son.

"Shinazugawa-san-"

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY WIFE?!"

"Please calm down. I promised I'll save her. Your baby needed skin contact, please keep him warm."

"I WILL-"

"No, please stay here. Keep the skin contact with your baby, I'll be back soon." The doctor ran back to another room, shutting the door behind him.

Sanemi was alone in that room, with his son in his embrace, still crying. He kissed his temple, wrapping the fabric around him to make him more warm.

He sat down, sagged his back on the wall.

Busy to mumbling prayers on his baby's ears while crying.

..........

It was 3 months ago, now you're in the house, carrying your baby while sitting down on the futon.

Sanemi peeked up from the bedroom door, you nodded, signed him 'It's okay, he's sleeping now.'

"How's your body." He kissed your forehead, his fingers slowly rubbed circle on his son's cheek. The child quirked a soft smile, still sleeping peacefully.

"I'm all good. Thanks to Shinobu. If she didn't come that night, maybe I will not-"

"Gaaa!! Hehe!"

Both of you suddenly heard happy gurgling down there. The child woke up. Sanemi looked at you, feeling a little guilty because his voice woke him up after you finally made him sleep. You just chuckled and kissed your baby.

Sanemi's fingers traveled around his son's, wiggling them while smiling. His child's laugh echoed thorough the room, heard like angel's symphony to him.

He hugged you along with his baby.

"Sanemi?"

This is his treasure and happiness now. He will never lose it, he will never give up on raising his child, - or maybe soon, children -, he will always protect his little family, his own pearl.

"Thank you for everything you bring to my life."

[mistaeq]

Caught in his fangs, freed in his claws.

Chapter 1.

TW // blood will be implied, kinda non-con relationship, vampires, werewolves, spooky things.

DISCLAIMER! EVERY IMAGE IN THIS FIC IS EDITED BY ME AND MATCHES THE DESCRIPTIONS IN THE FANFIC.♡

So. This is Dora's interactive halloween fic. What do I mean with "interactive". You choose your ending! Yay! At the end of every chapter, I'll give the reader a choice to make. You don't have to necessarily tell me your choices, you'll just have to keep them to yourselves and remember them as you go. Both endings will be posted - four, counting the not nsfw ones -, since the choice will be based on how many answer "A"s and "B"s you personally gave. But still, if you want to, you can share with me your choices! It'll be funny to know how would you behave!

Lord Higashikata x neutral!reader / Butler Nijimura x neutral!reader [depends on your choices <3]

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

Once upon a time, in a kingdom... a young creature who was nothing more than a duchess/duke, was sitting in a carriage, waiting for their destiny to come. This is not about a princess/prince, no knights galloping on a noble steed, but the story of a pure, untouched creature who was sold to save their family. This was deeply illegal. This is why from the day they were born, their parents never declared their birth at the government. They were noble people, god dammit. They would have never let such a shame fall on their surname's fame, on their dynasty, on their family's reputation. So they waited, living their misery in secret. They waited until their eighteenth birthday to sell them to someone who they knew would have never aged and would have never died, in the meantime.

You had heard of this person. He was a Count, mercilessly buying people to gain pleasure from them. To be satisfied. Almost like a tribute, almost like the Minotaur myth. It sounded just like this man could never be without someone beside him, pleasuring him. But you spent eighteen years of your life with your parents by your side, reassuring you about the fact that this person would have treated you well and properly, and he would have given money to your family after every year of your life spent with him. He had never had the chance to ask for something like that before... but since your family had promised you to him since the very start, since the day you were born, he asked for them to make sure you made it to him as a virgin.

Did this mean... he wanted you to have your first time with him...? He wanted you sexually, someway? Maybe making sure you were untouched just for him? These were the questions that were bugging you all the way towards his castle. The carriage felt always colder, and you stared at the coachman, hoping he would someway reassure you. "Excuse me...? Do you know anything about the man I'm being brought to...?" as you asked, the carriage stopped, and the man turned towards you, clearing his voice. His cyan eyes looked so deep, they were cutting through you as the sharpest sword ever.

"You mean my uncle, Lord Higashikata, I figure." what a deep voice, you felt the goosebumps it caused creeping up behind your spine. Lord Higashikata? At least now you knew about his surname. The surname you maybe would have taken.

"Y/n Higashikata..." you murmured, just to hear how your name would have sounded with his surname, slightly whispering and fighting hard against the tears that were forming in your eyes. Your parents had made you use to this thought. But all you would have wanted, watching all the lovebirds flirting and kissing in the streets, you realized you would have rather chosen to slowly fall in love with someone, rather than being forcibly paired with that Count. Meet someone, make friends, spend time together... passing time making you fall in love. This is what you craved. But you would have never found it now. It was too late. Maybe.

It took waking up from your daydreaming, to notice that the coachman who was talking to you, had no body at all. Or better, he did have a body... but it was driving the carriage, while the thing that was talking to you was his head only, held up by a single hand of his instead of being on his neck. "What the heck?" you almost shouted, terrified, as you curled up against the carriage's seat. "What... what are you..." your voice broke, as the man put his head back on his driving body with a sarcastic laughter. Your eye fell on a notebook, which was right beside the coachman. It had a name on it. Probably his. "Are you possibly... Kujo Jotaro?"

"Why even bother asking. Does my head scare you, young creature?" Kujo's deep voice answered in a melancholic way, as his back relaxed against his seat. "You'll see way better shit than this, in that castle. My uncle did this to me. He's the only one who can fix me, so that I have to be loyal, if I want my reward." what? You didn't know why. But your instinct told you to investigate. The more you knew about your future husband, the better it would have been.

"Lord Higashikata did this to you...?" your soft voice asked, even if you already knew the answer. "Is he evil? Possessive?"

"Are you asking to know whether you have a choice without dying or not?" your breath hitched. Dying? What kinda man was he? And if you parents promised you to him as soon as you were born, how can he be as young as they said he looks like? Now that you thought about it... you had heard of this man wanting young boys and girls for his own pleasure during a time which was located way before your birth.

"Why hasn't he been killed yet?" when this question left your lips, you thought you were nuts. How could you let yourself ask such a thing to the Count's coachman? "How old is he...?" you immediately tried to cover up your last question with a new one, which anyways bugged you a lot as well. Jotaro shrugged.

"Nobody really remembers it precisely apart from him and his advisor. I think he's around two hundred..." No way you heard what you just heard. Were you gonna marry... an elderly man? But no, come on, two hundred years isn't even considered elderly, it's basically... dead? "You know..." Kujo continued. "...Vampire stuff." Oh. OH. So that's what it is. Vampire. Great, good to know your family had been planning to sell you to an edgy bat for eighteen years so far. Now, if possible, you were twice as terrified as before. You didn't dare to ask any more questions to the coachman, considering he sometimes even sounded pretty pissed at the thought of solving your doubts himself.

The jacket you had taken off while you were in the carriage, returned on your shoulders as it stopped in front of the scariest view ever. A castle, a giant, castle, where the only light available to make it clearer to your sight, was the moon. It wasn't even full, that night, so that there wasn't a great light to dispose of. Great. You waited for some seconds, as the coachman opened your door out, interrupting the whistle lingering in everyone's ears, when it all suddenly gets too silent. Only then, you had the occasion to notice two things. The first one, was that Kujo was ridiculously tall and muscular. The second one, way more scary, was that the carriage, since the beginning of your road, had been carried by... nothing. You swallowed, as your gaze decided not to stare at that too much. This counted for both Jotaro's muscles and the lack of horses. "Just get to the main door. Someone will be waiting for you."

His deep voice then left you, all alone, as he took his place back in the carriage, and you could swear you heard him murmur something on his way back, on the line of "This is the nth youngster that I bring for him... I feel like Charon." Seriously? Charon? Was he implying he had just brought you - and many others - to basic hell? You huffed and held back your tears, a true miracle. No need to cry now, this won't bring you back home, not that you're this much eager to see the two people who sold you to a vampire murderer. And probably an old man, too. Your feet moved, shyly, to the main, giant, iron made door. A short, smiling, reliable-looking guy, and a tall, muscular, serious-looking sentry, were waiting for you. You decided to talk to the short one first, as you noticed the white part of his right eye was black, instead. Plus, the iris of that eye was red, whereas the left one was blue.

"Uhm... hello?" you murmured, trying to smile the best you could, as your breath suddenly hitched at the feeling of the cold tip of something sharp against your neck. You didn't dare to move your face, or the blade would have wounded you. But you turned your eyes toward the taller sentry, the golden wolf decoration attached to his double-breasted jacket almost blinded you, as it reflected the moonbeams. You swallowed. The blonde, braided haired sentry didn't even think about backing off. Until...

"Keicho." the shorter guy talked, putting his hand on the sentry's. "You don't wanna slice our Lord's betrothed, do you?" he giggled. The man, Keicho, was it, backed off, and retracted the weapon from your neck. Now that you had a good sight of it, it looked like a long, heavy arrow.

"No, I don't." the sentry hid the arrow behind his back, right where it probably was before, since you didn't even notice it until he attacked. "I apologize, Koichi." wait. For real? Koichi? Keicho and Koichi? Like Tweedledum and Tweedledee? Keicho and Koichi? You avoided giggling about this. The last thing you wanted was getting your head threatened to be cut off again. The little guy just nodded, and gestured you into entering the door. He would have followed and guided you. To keep on following Kujo's reference, Koichi would have been your Virgil in that hell. Keicho remained at the entrance of the castle. As a sentry, he was required there. He was, anyway, the most normal one you had met so far. Almost. ALMOST.

"So... Y/n, if I'm not mistaken?" the short one asked, his smile not abandoning him. He looked like a pacific person. You nodded. "Good, good. You're talking to Lord Higashikata's advisor. I stay by his side when he needs so, and he requested me to welcome you myself, since..." he smiled, to probably reassure you. The corridor looked neverending. "...you might have noticed Keicho isn't the most graceful man on Earth." Lord Higashikata's advisor... you're sure Kujo spent some positive words about him, previously, but you remembered none of them. You could just think you probably agreed, so far. "You're a special guest. Not like all the other people I've witnessed disappearing during my career." disappearing? Oh dear God. "You're a virgin, he mentioned that to me. Such a fresh creature never happened to him before. Higashikata Josuke wants to marry you." oh... Josuke. You now had found out his name, too.

"Do I have any hope of escap-" as you pronounced it, Koichi grabbed your arm.

"Don't say it. Just don't." his voice didn't sound menacing or threatening. Just... scared. Scared or hopeless. As if his smile was just a way to hide a deep, stressful story. "Accept it the way it is. Just fall in love with him or... force yourself to do so. Or else, you'll die." the way he switched from this sentence, to a toothy smile, totally hurt your heart. Koichi was broken inside, yet you could just watch this happening and vaguely imagine your destiny beside that vampire. Old vampire. Probably. "Anyways..." he huffed. "It's all straight through this corridor, you're almost at the end. Just get the last door in the middle, at the end. The only door." Koichi bit his lip. "I'm sorry I'm leaving you like this... but I just heard some sounds... I'm afraid Keicho's fighting with the Lord's snake." oh great. Higashikata has a snake, you thought to yourself as the small guy left you alone in the corridor.

Great. Charon brought you to hell. Virgil brought you here, a step closer to Lucifer, who you saw in Josuke. What's next, a Beatrice? You almost chuckled, thinking it was so absurd you could have woken up right now back in your bed at home and be unimpressed. You felt a sudden goosebump, all of it in a single instant, but couldn't even have time to process what you felt, that you heard a loud sound of a door being angrily closed. "Guh! Shit..." what? Was there someone at the end of the corridor, now? You thought, processing the sight of someone lying on the ground, quickening your steps to get closer enough to see who it was without being suspected of something or attacked. There was, in fact, someone. It looked like a young guy, a long - almost waist long - grey braid coming from his hair, which were black on the top, was now squished to the ground, the double-breasted jacket was similar to Keicho's, as you noticed it had the same golden wolf shaped decoration on his chest. His skin, though, was much different from the usual. Flesh colored, yes, but grayer. Way grayer, as if it had no saturation at all. You saw him trying to stand up, planting a hand on the ground to lift his chest up, but he fell back down. You could notice that his right hand, the one he used to help himself, was covered by a crimson glove.

As you looked at him struggling, you knew there was only a thing to do. You would have...

a) ...helped him to stand up. You couldn't look at someone struggling without helping.

b) ...been careful and waited for him to stand up, to see if he was really harmless.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

House Of Cards || K.SJ || 8

A VISION

Pairing : Kim Seokjin X Reader

Genre : Angst & fluff

Summary : When a war threatens the world of Mythica, the four greatest tribes are forced to work together in order to defeat the darkness. You and Jin are from two different tribes, two different backgrounds and are expected to stand together in order to save everyone you love. Will you two put aside your diffrences in order to save the world or will you fail?

Wordcount: 1k

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The flight back was tiring. In fact, both Sapphire and Beansprout got so tired that you and Jin decided to camp in the forest for one night. The part of the woods where you're camping is not too far off the border between the Spring forest and the Death Valleys, yet it's also not anywhere close to the Lava Volcanoes border', where the Phoenix and Dragon Tribes are stationed.

You and Jin are currently seated around a make shift camp fire, tough both Jin and Sapphire weren't very keen on sleeping outside, they needed rest too and luckily that got them to stop from complaining. You were laid against Beansprout's side, who was laying on the ground for once. His tail is wrapped around the two of you and his head is in your lap, snoozing away while you draw patterns in his black green-like reptile skin. 

Jin and Sapphire are in a similiar position on the other side of the campfire. Sapphire laid down while Jin's leaning against her side. 

You swipe a hand over the fire to keep it going.

" Why were you so set on teaching me all the way by the Atlantic Ocean? I'm sure that there's big forests on the other side of the forest too." Jin asks you at a random point.

You nod.

" That's true. But I tough I'd be easier to trigger your connection in it's raw form. The Death Valleys are native for venomous type' dragons, it's what helped me feel the connection with Beansprout's magic easier." You tell him.

He nods.

" What was that like?" He asks curiously.

" What was what like?" You ask confused.

" Living in the death valleys. I can't even imagine. I don't think that I'd be able to live as close as we were to the sea today either." He tells you.

You shrugg.

" I never really got used to the Death Valleys if I'm honest. I just didn't have much of a choice back then. That's why Beansprout and I chose to go to the Dragon Tribe." You tell him.

" It's really cool tough. Would you have joined the Dragon Tribe if you were part of a smaller tribe or village or lived near one of those?" He asks curiously.

You ponder over it before shaking your head.

" I don't know. But most probably not. It was a pain in the ass to get stuff like clothes in the Death Alleys. Not just because the markets are far away from there, but also because I didn't exactly have a job there so I didn't have money to buy anything either." You say.

He nods again, about to say something before his eyes spot something behind you. Whatever it is he spotted must've looked intimidating, as Sapphire stood up and puffed her feathers up, trying to appear bigger.

" H-ey, Y/N? Remember how you said that not all evil looking things are as evil as they appear to be?" Jin suddenly stammered out.

You nodded, your brows furrowed in concern. Beansprout suddenly stood up too, awoken by whatever presence was nearing behind you. You grabbed your sheated sword before turning around.

Your eyes widen in suprise and fear at the sight that greets you. Behind your little group is one of the largest creatures you've ever seen. A huge skeleton like creature with long skimpy bones, who's head is barely as tall as the top of the trees. It's got shining golden eyes and was looking straight in your direction.

" Okay, um, I'm gonna be honest. I have no idea. These type of creatures don't near people often. In fact, this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it. The only thing I know is that if it wants to attack us, we're most probably doomed." You tell him shakily.

Beansprout starts pushing you back near Jin and Sapphire as the Necro suddenly nears the two of you. It's tall, lanky legs cover for tall strides, even if it does move a little slow.

Beansprout unfolds his wings and holds his head up high, also appearing to look intimidating as Sapphire does the same. You meep as you're suddenly pulled behind Jin's broad back when the Necro bends down.

You're unsure on what to do. Should you yield your sword or not?

" Jin, let me-"

" No. I'm not stupid Y/N. I know that you're trying to protect me for if it wants to start a fight, but considering you can't beat it either, let me try to handle this." He tells you calmly.

You look unsure at the part of his face you can see, but let him.

The Necro points out a long bony finger, which nears all of you, until it touches Jin's forehead.

When Jin blinks, there's suddenly a yellow orange light shining from his eyes, the same light the Necro's eyes shine.

You're now even more unsure what to do. You glance at Sapphire, who's calmly looking at the Necro, a sign that he's not hurt, and so you decide to do nothing.

After a moment the Necro moves away from him again, and stands back up to it's full height. Jin blinks a few times before he widens his eyes and turns to you.

" We- we have to go. Now." He tells you before grabbing the little things you've braught with you.

The Necro must've been pleased with what it's heard as it moves back to it's own bussiness.

" Hey, calm down. What's going on?" You ask confused.

" The Necro showed me a vision. The tribes are under attack."

[ A/N: I'm slowing down my updates sorry. Also, this is the Necro creature :

It's not an actual mythical creature like most are out of my story, lol. Also these type of arts are called Visual Necromancy and I've got the pic off Pinterest.

[writinglionqueen]

Aela is the queen and kings daughter? I'm confuse lol. Anyway for the my king serie, I was thinking, how Drew will react if one day walking around the castle overhear some handmaids talking about a gift to make for the queen's birthday and he realize that he completely forgot about it and try to fix it running to the market trying to find a gift for her?

~Nope, if you reread Tit for Tat, Aela is the name of the queen’s horse which is a Clydesdale. Oooh but your prompt idea is gonna make a cute blurb~

Like always, your king rose before you did; just moments before the sun shone over the hills of the kingdom. Right as the roosters stir and call out for the start of a new day.

Your king sat up in the bed, mindful of you as he moved up and out of the warm comfort of your arms and sheets. 

Drew dressed himself carefully. He hated the thought of waking you so he was mindful to keep his belt from clattering and to keep himself from stomping about. 

The king looked to you from where he stood next to his side of the bed. A smile graced his features at your open mouth, faint snoring self, curled under the sheets and furs directly I the middle of the bed, right in the spot that had been warmed by his body. 

Carefully, Drew reached down to tuck you in some, placing a kiss to your temple before leaving you in your slumber. 

The king had early duties to attend to, like making sure his soldiers were getting up on schedule to start their training and to see over any changes in the future plans of Scotland. 

But first, breakfast was a must for the king felt famished and needed something large now in case he were to miss lunch again. 

He sat in his grand chair, still feeling the cloudy affects of a well rested sleep. He watched on as servants brought meats, a bowl of porridge and cheese to his table. Drew gave them a smile as he dug into the food, watching the servants settle at one of the dining tables to eat their first meal before starting their day. He paid their conversations no mind…until your name was brought up on giggles. It confused him…but also kindled his temper. 

When people laugh at you, Drew was quick to shut them up. A servant brought up a tankard of ale and one of milk to him and that’s when the king had to ask. 

“Why do they giggle about their queen?” he asked the servant who looked up at him before smiling herself. 

“Oh, well, today’s the queen’s birthday, Your Highness,” she answered. “The girls are wondering what you were going to…gift her majesty. They’ve been placing bets.” Drew’s eyes widened at that. 

He had been a fool. He had completely forgotten what the day was. How could he be that stupid? 

He sobered immediately when he noticed the servants eyes linger in curiosity. He smiled. 

“It’s my little secret,” he said, his smile changing into a smirk that had the servant girls giggling madly. Their rumors were to start. But there was no time to loose. He needed to figure out what he was going to gift his wife…and fast. 

His eyes caught Baron who entered the great hall. A hand was on his mouth to stifle a sleepy yawn before Drew called him over. 

“Corbin.” The man hid a groan as he went to stand before the great table in the front. 

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Baron said with a mellow tone of disinterest. Drew would reprimand him another time. 

“I need you to tell the council that I will be out for a few hours,” he said to the advisor. “Make sure all is well while I’m out.”

“Out?” Baron asked while raising a brow. “Out where? For what?” 

“Today is my queen’s birthday,” Drew answered before taking a few more bites of ham and a quick sip of his ale. “I need to…fetch something for her.” He lowered his voice because the servants were keen on watching him and listening in for the sake of their rumors. Baron looked back at the servant girls before looking to his king. 

“You don’t have anything for her do you?” Baron asked. Drew narrowed his eyes at him, trying to silence him with just a look. “Do you have anything in mind?” Drew grumbled as he stood to his feet. 

“I have an idea,” he clarified as he exited the great hall, leaving the servant girls to giggle in their growing excitement. He was quick to get his horse ready to ride him into the town to scope out a present fit for his queen. 

Most shops were opening as he arrived to look through. Down the main lane of the town, he could see a shop for clothes, swords, jewelry and even a book shop. 

If he wanted to gift you a sword….he would’ve made one. The keep’s steel was stronger, anyway, and you liked his pieces a little more. You had an eye for which blades were crafted by Drew…and which were not. Your king liked that. 

He thought of buying you a few new books…but…though he knew which kind of stories you liked reading, it was doubtful he was going to find ones you’d love within the shop. 

So, it was going to be a new gown or a piece of jewelry. 

Drew dismounted from his horse before leading him over to a rail to tie him up. He patted his side as he looked to the clothes shop and the store that catered to jewelry. The trinkets found in the latter would’ve been easier to save for last. Drew wanted more time to look at the clothes first.

So, he entered the little shop. Dresses of various seizes and materials caught his eye…but none seemed fit for you. He wanted something fine, fit for his queen…maybe there was something hidden he could see. The shop’s keeper was settled at the counter, obviously half asleep as her eyes looked to be trying to close.  

“Excuse me,” Drew said, catching the shop keeper’s attention. She looked to him in obvious distaste at having someone be within her shop so early. But once her eyes focused on the king, she sobered immediately.

“Your Majesty,” she said in surprise, she went to stand, to bow but Drew raised a hand to stop her. With wide eyes, she looked to the king. “What can I do for you, my king?” Drew looked around the shop.

“I am looking for a gift for my wife…something special,” he said before looking back to the keeper.

“I….don’t think we have something fit for a queen, my lord…in my humblest opinion,” she said. Drew smiled, sweetly.

“Would you have something that’s of fine quality, though?” he asked. “Something not…shown here.” The keeper looked to be in thought for a moment.

“I can see what I have stowed away,” she said before ducking under the counter. Drew listened to her open the clasps of a trunk before rifling through it. “Any material your queen likes.”

“Anything soft,” he answered. The woman hummed as she settled a few things onto the counter. Drew watched on, his eyes looking over the gowns she had pulled out. A deep navy one caught his eye.

“Alright,” the woman said, popping back up over the counter. “Come see, Your Majesty, perhaps your queen would like one of these.” Drew moved to the counter, looking over the dresses, their material, their shape and color…wondering which would be the best fit for you. “It would be easier if the queen was here to make sure she likes them as well.”

“She’s still asleep…and it’s her birthday,” Drew said, reaching out for the navy one, feeling the material. He liked it. “I wanted to surprise her.” The woman oohed at that.

“Shall….I show you something really special, then?” the woman asked, with a teasing uplift to her voice. Drew’s eyebrow raised at that. With a devilish smile, the woman moved down the back of the counter. She disappeared under the wood once more to open another trunk before she pulled out fabric from it. She moved back to the counter where Drew stood before holding up…a shift and corset. Drew’s face heated as he knew where this was going.

The shift itself looked more transparent than the one his queen already wore…and the material of the corset looked to be more of the Irish lace that Sheamus loved to gift his queen every now and again through a messenger. Though, the king would never try to gift you something as scandalous as an Irish lace corset…but Drew wouldn’t have put it past his friend to try if he would’ve thought of it first.

The king’s mouth had gone dry at the littlest thought of you in either material.

“I got this from a French seller who said he stumbled upon Irish lace. Pretty material, right, my king?” The woman looked expectantly at the king. He couldn’t say much. His face was too hot. The woman reached for her king’s hand so he could feel the material. “It’s quite soft. It’s never been worn and, I hear, it gives a woman a great shape.” The material was indeed soft, the lace was intricate and spun nicely. The woman, then, handed the shift to the king. He felt the fabric of it in his large hands. “This one is one of the softest linens I’ve ever seen in my shop. It comes from Britain, I think. Would your queen like either of these?”  

Drew needed to speak as the woman gave him an expectant look. He cleared his throat and took a small step back from the woman and the counter.

“I…I don’t…know…I-“ Drew stammered out. Never would he have thought of every buying you something so….lewd. Well…not yet anyway. 

The woman said nothing, but she settled the two items back down onto the counter before going back to the same trunk she retrieved the corset and shift from. She pulled out a length of fabric and Drew already knew the type of fabric -silk- but he awaited the woman’s return to tell him it’s purpose.

“If you buy both the items, I can throw this along with it,” she said. Her smiled turned more devious. “Sometimes…not being able to see what’s coming next is exciting.” She winked at him.

“A blindfold,” Drew deadpanned. The woman gave a nod. The king needed to get control over the situation. He swallowed and cleared his throat once more.

“Perhaps, my lady, I shall…wait…to buy these items another time,” he said to her. The woman smirked as she collected the soft materials, folding them up nicely before placing them off to the side.

“Shall one of these gowns then suffice?” she asked politely as she gestured to the gowns on the counter. Drew nodded as he reached for the navy dress.

“This one…I think she’ll enjoy it,” Drew answered, feeling the flush of his cheeks leaving him. The sweat of the…situation starting to cool. The woman smiled.

“It’s a lovely gown. Shall I wrap it up, then?” she asked. Drew nodded.

“Yes, please,” he murmured. The woman gave a nod before she took her time to wrap the dress in fabric with a bow. She settled the parcel to the side. Drew paid the price for the dress before giving a nod of thanks to the shop keeper. She bowed in respect to him. And as he scurried to leave he heard her call after him. 

“Come back anytime, Your Majesty, if you’d like those items for later.” 

Drew gave a sigh of relief when he exited, feeling the cool air of the morning chill the sweat of embarrassment…and excitement. 

Perhaps he would return for those items…if you wished for them. Drew could only imagine you in either…or both. It would, indeed, be fun to try the blindfold though. 

He shook the thoughts from his mind as he moved on towards the jewelers. Something inside to go with the dress would be ideal. The little shop held it’s pieces close by the keeper on shelves. 

Like the woman of the last shop, the keeper here sobered when he realized his king had entered his establishment. 

“My King, what an honor to have you here. What can I do for you?” he asked. Drew looked to the man. 

“Would you have anything….with sapphires in it?” Drew asked the man. “It’s for my wife. Today’s her birthday.” The man nodded as he moved about the room, showing the king all the pieces that held a sapphire or two within the metal.

None of them really stood out for Drew….except for one. 

It was a silver necklace with a round pendant on it. The center held a sapphire that gleamed like none other in the firelight of the shop. It almost looked like a star which is why it caught Drew’s eyes instantly. 

He remembered on the various night you arrived to his keep, the two of you talked about everything and anything. Your home was the one thing you liked to talk about. you were proud of the little town and the little keep…but the one thing you loved about home…was the stars. 

Though that didn’t change when you came to the larger keep, to the larger town with your larger than life husband. In fact, Drew caught you a few times outside, looking up at the stars and gazing at their beauty. You even loved to grab his cloak, some nights and sit upon the balcony of your room just looking up at the navy sky lit up by specks of diamonds. Some nights, he’d join you. Some nights you were alone with your thoughts and the stars. 

Drew held the pendant in the palm of his hand, watching the “star” in the middle move. The shop keeper looked. 

“It’s a star sapphire,” he said. “It’s quite rare, my king.” Drew smiled down at the gem. 

“I’ll take this one,” he said to the seller. The man smiled. 

“Shall I wrap it for you?” Drew gave a nod as the man wrapped the piece of jewelry in soft velvet. Drew placed the parcel with the gown on the counter, opening it to settle the necklace parcel there as well. Drew paid for the necklace, thanked the shop keeper before he left for his horse. The king was quick to ride back to the keep with the large parcel under his arm and get back inside before you woke up. 

Baron eyed his king who carried the large gift under his arm. 

“Has my queen woken yet?”  he asked the advisor. The man shook his head. 

“Not that I know of, my king,” Baron said. “The servant girls were just about to deliver her breakfast.” Drew saw one with a tray of foods and stopped her. With a smile, he took it from her. Her smile grew as she released the tray and went about her day. 

“I’ll take it from here,” he murmured, balancing the tray and the parcel before he walked in the direction of his quarters. 

“Shall I tell the council not to disturb you for the day?” Baron called. Drew would’ve flipped the advisor off if it wasn’t for his hands being full. 

“Might as well,” he called back. It took him a minute to open the door without spilling the food meant for you. You stirred at the thumps of your husband’s boots coming into the room. “My queen,” Drew called out making you whimper in the displeasure that came with waking up. 

“My king,” you groaned as you opened your eyes to take in the dimmed light that leaking through the windows. You looked to find your king with a tray of food and something under his arm. You sat up in the bed as your king moved closer to settle the food before you. “What’s this?” Drew smiled as he sat beside you on the bed. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” he said while leaning in to kiss your temple. You smiled at your king before you reached for a strawberry on the tray. 

“Almost forgot,” you murmured before taking a bite. Drew smiled as he settled the large parcel on your lap. 

“This is for you,” he whispered as if sharing a secret….like the first time he ever gave you a present. You couldn’t help but give him a large smile as you untied the parcel to reveal the navy dress and another little parcel inside. 

“Ooh, it’s so pretty,” you said in awe as you felt the fabric of the dress. “Ooh…I love it.” You smiled to Drew. “Maybe I’ll wear it today, my king.” He smiled at that but he watched you untie the velvet parcel to find the necklace. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of the star sapphire. “Wow. This….this looks like a star.” You help up the necklace to observe it closely, watching the star move across the gemstone when the light caught it. “Oh my. I love this.” You looked up at Drew. “Where did you get this?” Drew smiled before kissing your lips slowly. 

“I’ve had it for a while,” he answered, “waiting for the day to give you a star, my love.” You giggled at that before cuddling into his side. You swayed the pendant watching the star move and shine. 

“You forgot it was my birthday as well, didn’t you?” you accused in a teasing manner. your king laughed. 

“Oh, yeah,” he answered. You hummed. 

“I forgive you,” you said to him. “The star bit was a nice touch at a cover up, though.” Drew chuckled. 

“I try.”

“I love you, my king,” you murmured up to him. Drew hummed as he reached to cup your face in a large hand. He turned your chin so you face him entirely. 

“And I love you, my queen,” he murmured back before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

It was the best start to your birthday, and the day wasn’t even over yet. 

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[danurso]

Into jauneverse

*during a bright day, RWBY and JNPR were walking back to beacon after watching a movie in the theaters*

Ruby: that movie was so awesome!

Weiss: it was...enjoyable.

Yang: having spruce willis in the cast is already guaranteed fun for me.

Blake: since you love explosions right?

Nora: what's wrong with explosions? I love explosions! They make me happy!

Ren: i don’t think she was talking to you nora.

Jaune: soo...did you liked the movie?

Pyrrha: yeah, it was really fun. I didn’t knew action movies could be so funny like that.

Jaune: that's because we’re huntsmans, we’re used to real danger so whatever we see in these action movies looks more like comedy, if you we’re in spruce willis’ role the movie would’ve ended by the first act.

Pyrrha: yeah...i mean, you saw how many guys he fought in only one scene by the middle of the movie, why was it so hard to deal with three of them at the beginning?

Jaune: i have no idea.

Pyrrha: neither i do.

Jaune: ...so, there’s a marathon of spruce willis marked for tonight, we could use one of the common rooms to make some popcorn and watch all night long, i don’t think it's going to be a problem since tomorrow is sunday.

Pyrrha: that sounds lovely, although i think the couches from the common rooms are to small for all of us.

Jaune: *blushing a bit* actually...i was thinking if we could watch alone...i mean...you and i.

Pyrrha: *blushing* o-oh...right…

Jaune: i-its too weird right? Forget it, forget that i said anythi-

Pyrrha: no! T-there’s no need for that, i really like the idea.

Jaune: really?

Pyrrha: *nods*

Jaune: *with a dumb smile* o-okay then, once we get back i’ll prepare the popcorn, the blankets and the-

???: NOT SO FAST FAKER!!

RWBY/JNPR: *stops*

Jaune: ...wait, who said that?

Pyrrha: *looking around* i don’t knoOOHH!! *gets picked up*

Jaune: PYRRHA!!!

???: *tries to leap away*

Pyrrha: *breaks free falling back on her feet* who are you and what do you wa- *freezes staring at jaune, clad in a white armor with blue details and a blue cape* w-wha...jaune?

Knight jaune: *holds her hand with a charming smile* yes my lady? Tell me what do you want i’ll go through hell to make your wish come true.

Pyrrha: *blushing* w-what? Jaune, w-what happened to y-

Jaune: pyrrha!

Pyrrha: *looks back at jaune, standing besides her friends with his normal clothes* eh!? Wait. *looks back ahead to see jaune in armor* what? *looks back again to see normal jaune* w-what is going on? Why there is two jaunes?

Knight jaune: the explanation is simple my lady, that man is a faker using my appearance to try and steal you away from me. *now holding both of her hands with a determined expression* but i promise you my lady, i won’t let anyone get in the way of our love.

Pyrrha: *blushing again* l-love!?

Jaune: hey! I'm not a faker, let pyrrha go!

Knight jaune: i can’t do that faker! This lady has a place inside my heart, and i won’t let anyone steal her from me!

???: are you sure about that?

Pyrrha: AHH! *feels a rope wrap around her waist before getting yanked back* oof! *lands into something soft and looks up to see jaune, now wearing a large hat with a feather, an eyepatch and buccaneer clothes* w-what? Jaune?

Pirate jaune: hehehe, correct milady. I hope you don’t mind me stealing you for a bit, your heart is a treasure way too precious for me to let it in the hands of these bilge rats.

Pyrrha: *blushing again* m-my heart is what?

Pirate jaune: *with a charming smile* an treasure that not even all the gold in the sea could buy milady.

Pyrrha: *blushes deeply*

Knight jaune: TAKE YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY LADY YOU PIRATE SCUM!!

Pirate jaune: never! An true pirate will never let anyone take his treasure away so easily.

???: then you better think fast.

Pirate jaune: wha- *looks around trying to find pyrrha* where did she go!?

???: right here.

Pirate/Knight jaune: *looks back to another jaune, this one was composed by robotic parts until his jaw*

Cyborg jaune: hey there pyr, sorry i was late for the party.

Pyrrha: *really confused* j-jaune?

Cyborg jaune: of course it's me, i may have a metal heart, but it beats only for you, so of course i would be here.

Pyrrha: *blushing yet again*

Pirate jaune: *drawing his sword* you better give her back to me before i feed you to the sharks!

Knight jaune: *pulls out a golden sword* release my lady before i cut your head off metalic monster!

Cyborg jaune: not gonna happen. *pulls out a high frequency katana* you want her, you take her away from my dead body.

???: ENOUGH!!

Pyrrha: *flies up colliding with something* what is going o- *freezes staring at another jaune, this one with light amber triskele eyes, long white hair and four featherly wings on his back*

Angel jaune: don’t worry my dear, i won’t let this fight continue.

Pyrrha: w-who are you?

Angel jaune: *with a small smile* im your angel my dear, and you’re my goddess.

Pyrrha: *blushing once more* i-AAHHH *gets yanked again*

???: if she is anyone’s goddess, then she’s my goddess.

Pyrrha: *stares at another jaune, this one now wearing clothes made out of darkness, with dark purple eyes and a big black tattoo on his forehead*

Demon jaune: *holding her chin with a sultry grin* don’t worry my little maiden, i’ll be sure to finish this quickly so we can enjoy our time together.

Pyrrha: *blushing even more*

Angel jaune: *creating a small sun over his hand* i will not allow that to happen, you will stay away from my dear pyrrha.

Cyborg jaune: *with an red aura, scarlet eyes and a dark smirk* close your eyes pyr, i’ll have to teach them what happens when they stand between you and me.

Pirate jaune: out of my way you fools! This treasure belongs to me and me only! *raises his sword summoning a horde of ghost ships from the skies*

Knight jaune: *sword starts glowing* if you don’t get away from my lady, i will be forced to show you the power of my excalibur!

Demon jaune: *releases pyrrha, cracking his knuckles and with dark aura flaring like flames* bring it on, but be quick, i don’t want to waste my time here when i could be besides my little maiden.

Jaunes: *charging at each other and starting a devastating battle*

Pyrrha: oh my god, w-what is going oOON*gets yanked into an alley* not aga-

Jaune: *motions for her to stay quiet and whispers* look, i have no idea what's going on, i just know that we need to get out of here okay?

Pyrrha: nods.

Jaune: here, inside this building, they won’t find you here.

Pyrrha: *gets inside the building along with normal jaune and sighs* just what is going on now...where are these jaunes coming from?

Jaune: ...

Pyrrha: i mean, they can’t just be coming out of nowhere ri- *gets pressed against the wall* j-jaune?

Jaune: im sorry pyrrha...i can't hold back anymore.

Pyrrha: *red* w-what do you mean?

Jaune: ...i love you pyrrha...i love you more than anything in this world.

Pyrrha: *dark red* y-you do?

Jaune: yes...and i know im probably not as strong as the other jaunes out there, but i’ll do everything i can to make you happy pyrrha, so please, would you accept to be mine?

Pyrrha: i-i-i…

Jaune: *resting his head on her shoulder* please give me an answer...i’ll go crazy if you don’t give me one. *presses his face on her neck* i can feel your scent taking my reasoning away from me, i don’t think i can hold back for much longer. *wraps hands on her waist* so please tell me pyrrha. *raises his head, facing her and keeping his lips just a few centimeters from hers* do you love me as well?

Pyrrha: i...*slowly getting closer* love... *already feeling his warm breath* yo-

Nora: *barges in the dorm* HEY THERE PYRRHA!!

Pyrrha: KYAAA!!! *shuffling on her bed and quickly hiding a textbook below her pillow.* g-good afternoon nora. *sweating bullets* how are you today?

Nora: ...... *grins* you were writing fanfiction again weren't you?

Pyrrha: *dark red* w-wha-! I-i-i wasn’t wr-

Nora: aww it's okay pyrrha, i love your fanfictions, specially that one you wrote about jaune being a badass soul reaper.

Pyrrha: *atomic red* y-you read!?

Nora: yup, you probably shouldn’t store your fics bellow your bed, someone might find and read by accident.

Pyrrha: *mortified and speechless*

Nora: *we’re waiting for you in the dinner hall ‘kay? Bye pyrrha, good luck with the fics!

Pyrrha: *passes out by sheer embarrassment*

[xsilver-wings]

goodbye, push, or gone, for xia from alexandros! man i'm really tooting the angsty train aren't i whoops

One Word Prompts — accepting

alskdjalksdjalshd oh my goood. this is. perfection. i love me some angst! so, here’s all the angst! also inserting a read more because like i wrote a lot hahahaha

Goodbye 

my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

✦   Aloisa hadn’t wanted the visit to end, but as her mother always said, all good things must. That hadn’t stopped her from pouting the entire morning, however. Even through breakfast, which she could barely even eat. Mostly, she had just pushed her food around. Alexandros hadn’t been much different. 

      Part of Lex had wanted to complain about the abrupt end. They had been meant to stay for another week! But the look he saw in his mother’s eyes made him keep his mouth shut. Some things, it would seem, were unavoidable. 

      As the royals from both reigns exchanged their pleasantries and goodbyes, Alexandros and Aloisa were left facing one another. Isa’s lower lip was still jutted out — small, pink, and plump. Her mother had gently told her after breakfast that she needed to not pout, but she couldn’t help it. One of her best friends was leaving and she wasn’t sure when they’d see each other again. She was sad. 

      “Maybe next time, you’ll come and visit me?” Lex said, his inflection rising at the end of the sentence to pose as a hopeful question. Aloisa’s big green eyes looked up at him. Her pout receded only to reveal a small, somewhat sad smile. She nodded at him. 

      “I would like that very much. I hope it happens,” she told him. She wasn’t sure when that could possibly happen, but she would probably pester her parents until it happened. 

      Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her mother taking Olympias’ hands into her own. The formalities dropped only slightly as the two exchanged a more personal goodbye. Watching it only made it feel more real that they were leaving. 

      Before she could turn back to Lex, Aloisa found herself being engulfed in a tight hug. Lex’s arms were skinny — something she had teased him about along with his height — but he was strong. For a moment, Isa wrapped her arms back around him. She bit back any tears that threatened to fall. 

      When Lex let go, Isa found herself feeling cold. She already missed him. “I guess this is goodbye,” he said to her. Finding courage she hadn’t realized had been hidden deep inside of her, Isa rushed forward to give Alexandros a peck on the cheek. 

      “No,” she said to him, her small smile returning as she shook her head. “Let’s not say goodbye. Instead, until next time.” Neither child realized that until next time wouldn’t be for many, many years. Not until they would have faced the many hardships that life had to throw at them. Even then, they wouldn’t say goodbye. Instead: Until Next Time. 

Push 

my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

✦   Traveling the roads of Skyrim often had their dangers but for Alexandros and Xia most of those dangers were mundane. They could handle nearly everything. Together, they were almost unstoppable. 

      Alexandros hummed lightly as the two walked down the road. They were camped about half a mile back and were doing some scouting. With the sun setting, it was important to do this now so as not to be taken by surprise if there were any other campers — namely bandits — around. 

      “What are you humming?” Xia questioned, eyes narrowing as she looked at her companion. He turned to her, the biggest grin he could possibly have on his face. 

      “Our hero, our hero claims a warrior’s heart!” 

      “No, stop that!” Xia exclaimed, gently pushing him away from her. That didn’t stop him, however, as he continued. 

      “I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes!” He knew she hated those songs, which amused him. He only ever sang them to get a reaction out of her, which she so gladly provided. And yet, as annoyed as she was, she was laughing. 

      “You are so annoying, you know that right?” Xia questioned him, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she did so. Lex just continued to grin. 

      “That’s why you love me so much,” he told her with a laugh. 

      “Yeah, whatever you say,” Xia muttered, smiling. 

      The cool night air was settling in now, but both were adequately dressed that they could really only feel it on their faces. Xia found it refreshing. She found herself looking up towards the sky, watching as the stars became visible. She loved this time of day. 

      “Watch out!” Xia was taken by surprise as she was suddenly pushed away. She stumbled, losing her footing, and fell to the ground. She wasted no time in turning around to see Lex with his sword against a bandit’s. What was more distressing, however, was the arrow sticking out of his right shoulder. 

      Xia was on her feet in seconds. She scanned the area for the source of the arrow. Not too far down the road was another bandit, bow in hand. They were already notching another arrow, aiming now towards Lex. She wasn’t about to let that happen again. 

      “Yol Toor Shul,” she shouted. Flames billowed from her mouth towards the bandit. He screamed as he was engulfed in the flames. She paid him no more mind before turning back to Lex and the bandit he was fighting. 

      Alexandros was a skilled warrior, there was no doubt about it, but he was currently injured. She could see his face wince every time that his blade collided with the bandit’s blade. She knew he could handle his own, even injured, but she wasn’t going to wait around and do nothing. 

      Xia quickly pulled out her blades and lunged towards the bandit. He stood absolutely no chance fighting off two skilled warriors. In a matter of seconds, the man was on the ground, dead. 

      “You idiot!” Xia exclaimed, “What were you thinking?” She turned to face Lex, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, his left hand grasped around the arrow. He looked up at her, an infuriating smile on his face. 

      “You weren’t paying attention,” he teased her and then shrugged with his good shoulder. Xia was kneeling down next to him, examining the arrow in his shoulder. She frowned at his response. He was teasing her, but she still knew it was true. She hadn’t been paying attention. And Lex got shot because of it. That arrow had been meant for her. 

      “This is going to hurt,” she told him as she grabbed the arrow. 

      “It already hurts,” Lex laughed. She glared at him. She knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t make her feel any better. 

      “On the count of three,” she told him. She started counting, but when she got to two, she pulled it out. It hadn’t been in deep enough and pulling it out in one fell swoop was the best way to go about it. Lex let out a small yelp, but Xia remained focused on examining the injury. She didn’t have any healing abilities magic wise, but she always had some potions on her just in case. 

      Grabbing a bottle out of her satchel, she uncorked it and forced it into Lex’s hand. “Drink,” she ordered him. He did so, his face screwing up at the taste of it. While he did that, she wrapped his shoulder with a piece of cotton that she had torn off from her undershirt. Once everything was calmed and settled, the two sat there on the road, just catching their breath. 

      “You should have just let me get shot,” Xia told him. 

      “And what kind of friend would I be if I did that?” 

      “The kind that teaches their friends a lesson in paying attention?” Xia questioned, one of her eyebrows raised. Lex let out a bark of laughter. 

      “I think you’re learning that lesson just fine right now,” he told her then with a sincere smile. He then looked further down the road to the smoldering corpse. “Hmn. Would you look at that? With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art.”

      “By the Eight!” Xia cried out, falling backward to lay in the road. She covered her face with her hands, trying to tune her best friend out. 

      “Believe, believe the Dragonborn comes!” He sang even louder. 

Gone

my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

✦   The desert was hot during the day, but freezing at night. Xia was having a hard time adjusting to the changes, but she sucked it up and dealt with it because of the letter she had received. Alexandros had been on his own and people were worried about him. 

      By the time that Xia managed to find him, he had already started to have his fever. He was delirious when she arrived, not even being able to recognize her when he saw her. She tried to treat him as best she could with what she had, but nothing seemed to work. She was getting more and more frustrating. She had tried to leave to get more ingredients, but she had feared leaving him alone. 

      Days had gone by and Xia was dabbing at his forehead with a damp cloth. He was sweating profusely, his body trying to fight off whatever infection that he had. Despite the sweating, he shivered. Xia pulled another blanket on top of him, trying to keep him comfortable. She tried to give him some water to drink, but he refused. His breathing was shallow and Xia was beginning to worry more than she had been before. 

      “Isa,” his voice was hoarse when he spoke. She looked at him, his different colored eyes open and glossy, but staring back at her. She gave him a small smile. 

      “Hey there, Lex,” she replied softly. It was the first time he had recognized her since she had come. And yes, he may have been using her old nickname, but it was the one he had always used for her. It was the one he knew so well. 

      “I missed you,” he told her. She let out a soft laugh and nodded. 

      “I missed you too. You’re out here being all crazy and mystic and haven’t bothered to write to me. You’re gonna have to make that up to me, you know,” Xia told him with a smile still on her face. He smiled as she brushed some of his blonde hair out of his face, it had stuck to his wet forehead. 

      “I’ll buy you a new horse,” he told her, “a silver one to match your hair.” He reached up slowly to brush at her hair in return. 

      “A new horse? I don’t think Shadowmere would like that very much,” Xia told him, laughing once more. 

      “Shadowmere? That demon still alive?” He laughed in return, but it soon turned into a cough. Xia once more brought water to his lips and this time he allowed himself to drink it. When he saw the crease between her eyebrows, furrowed and worried, he mentioned it. “You’re worried.” 

      “You’ve been sick for days, Lex. Nothing I’ve done is helping. I am very worried.” Xia sighed, placing the water down beside his bedroll. Lex nodded, closing his eyes once more. The longer he kept quiet and kept his eyes closed, the more Xia worried. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, studying his face. After about fifteen minutes, she tried to get his attention. 

      “Lex?” His mouth moved when she said his name. It took him a minute, but his eyes opened. 

      “Isa? I’ve missed you.” At his response, Xia couldn’t help but feel tears well up in her eyes. Still, she smiled in return. 

      “I’ve missed you too, dummy,” she told him. He smiled and nodded. 

      “Hey, Isa?” He questioned, reaching out to grab her hand. 

      “Yes, Lex?” She gave his hand a little squeeze. It felt so weak in her hands. 

      “This isn’t goodbye.” 

      “W-what do you mean?” She questioned him. It was such a strange thing to say, going on par with his mystic routine, but it worried her. 

      “This isn’t goodbye,” he reiterated. “I’m slipping… I can almost see Aetherius.” 

      “No. No, Lex. It’s not time. You’re still so young. You’ve got so much left to do,” she argued, but he was shaking his head at her. Her grip tightened still on his hand. She didn’t want him to go. He was one of her oldest friends. One of her best friends. He couldn’t leave her. 

      “It’s time,” he told her softly. He gave her a small smile, as reassuring as he could make it. His breath was getting more and more labored by the second. “I’ll see you again. Until next time.” 

      Lex said no more. He continued breathing for a couple of minutes, labored breathing still, and then there was nothing. Xia looked down at him, his face had relaxed, his eyes closed. His hand no longer held hers back. Xia found herself crying, sobbing. She reached out to put her hand against his cheek. 

      “Lex? Lex. Please. Please wake up.” But there was no response from him. It took a long time for her to calm herself enough to press a kiss to Lex’s forehead. 

      “Until next time.”

[mataactrishaanne]

Uncertain.

Writing Activity #1 - Autobiography

With some faith and too much uncertainty, with fragile smiles, a soft voice and eyes always looking out to wonder. I believed myself to be a recipe for destruction, I, Trisha Anne M. Mataac will be someone to be pushed around, to be passed by, to be easily forgotten.

And in some parts of my life, I was.

My mother have always described me as someone that was too excited for life to come.

Literally.

On the day of my birth, March 12th of 2001, she claims that she had no pain in labor, she decribed to me that I just slipped out of her and tadaaa! I was born.

Since then I have always been too excited to experience life. I have always questioned, wondered, opened my mouth to speak. I have probably been told to be quiet by my mother for a million times when I was a kid.

I was talkative because I have always wanted to talk about my future. The countless ambitions that I wanted to pursue. I saw life as an endless journey, a wonderful ride and at the early age of 6, I already thought that I was ready for whatever life had to offer me.

But now, at the age of 18... I'm not so sure about it anymore.

My childhood was as colorful as you can imagine. I was the product of a skinny kid that was quiet and gentle, always careful, but always firm as well. And a little girl, a responsible child of her mother. Working hard, striving to be the best that she can be. These were my parents. A mixture of different characteristics that have worked their way into becoming the best parents to their four noisy, clumsy, but very grateful kids.

My family has and will always be a big of my life. They helped create the childhood that I will never forget. Making tents out of blankets, taking care of small plants, collecting seashells, pretending to know how to do laundry, learning how to sing and dance, because of the fun of having a lot of siblings, I used to proudly declare that I shall have 10 kids when I grow up.

(but, after learning about the pains of childbirth... I'm not looking forward to give birth to 10 kids anymore, maybe a small number would be enough)

I grew up in a big household, together with my cousins, my aunts and my grandparents. Everyday was an adventure of which Tita would bring me to go shopping with them, which cousin would play with my dolls or which grandparent am I gonna annoy into buying me candy.

Life was swell.

I used to dance to old OPM music, the upbeat songs ringing in my ears. How I felt the rhythm and how it made me move and wiggle and glide across the room. How I tried to mumble the lyrics as the song gets louder and louder, how my extended family would watch me perform a live concert with nothing but a broomstick for a microphone.

I would never forget the laughs, the small parties, the karaoke which made me feel as rich as royalty whenever my Titas would give me aguinaldo when I sang songs.

I have kept these memories for it built a happy and grateful kid, which I was.

Now, the only thing I can do is look back and smile at the sight of those memories.

Because things doesn't always stay as it is.

This was me,

before growing up and forgetting who I was.

When I was little, every summer vacation, I would pack up my things and get hyped up to go to my great grandmother's house in Zambales. She would always bring me to church early in the morning. Then we would pass by her office, a small room with a home-y vibe. Outside there are pots with plants that we would water every morning. Inside, there is my grandma's desk where she talks to senior citizens and their concerns. There is also a small compartment with teacups and plates whenever we wanted to buy kakanin or drink hot chocolate. Her office was my playroom in the morning and when work was over, it was time to head to the seashore.

I had quite an adventure with her, but now my great grandmother had passed and the only thing I could do is to walk by her old office.

Then, walk a little further to see the seaside she'd take me to, remember how she watched as I gathered the seashells by the shore. How I'd giggle whenever I felt the cold water tickle my toes. Those times wherein I'd look back at her and smile as I proudly show her all the seashells I have collected.

Now, whenever I walk to the shore, I still feel a small giggle as I dip my toes on the water. I feel the gentle push of the wind, I feel the warm and soft touch of the sand.

Things are not the same anymore.

I had an amazing childhood. Back home cousins and aunts were waiting for me. During the summer, I see my great grandmother waking me up early to go to church.

But now I walk alone. Back home, there are no more cousins, no more aunts waiting for me for they live far away now. During the summer, my grandma is not there anymore to watch over me as I gather my seashells.

Times have changed.

And I have as well.

I used to talk, non-stop. Always being curious, always thinking, speaking, expressing.

But that was before.

The marks and scars of broken friendships and things that I shouldn’t have said created a girl who was too careful, too afraid to use words. I have began to doubt myself and my capability to say something. And as the years passed, I forgot how I once had the courage to open my mouth, to speak.

Which maybe explains why I am a quiet person now. Why I would rather sit with a group of friends and just listen to them. I have had this idea that my words might cause hurt, that I am a clumsy person when it comes to building my thoughts through words.

But despite the fear of speaking, I still craved to wonder, to question, to discover. Which is what I spent most of my time with. I read, I learned, I listened as I quietly kept the questions wandering inside my head all to myself.

In times that I feel that there was too many thoughts to keep, I wrote. And in writing, I let go of my thoughts. I let my words fit together and create something better.

In 8th grade, I wrote the first poem that I created for myself. The poem was sad and was lacking of hope, but I was proud of it. It contained the pains of my past and up until now I still flip through the pages to see that poem. A piece of literature that dried out my tears, something that served as my comfort.

I started to write as a sad 8th grader who had no hopes of a great future ahead of her.

Years later and here I am. I have developed into my own kind of uncertainty. I am mixture of quiet and outspoken. A combination of sure, but not quite sure. I am too much careful now. But that would never stop the gleaming eyes of a girl that helplessly wonders.

I am now 18 years old. I have experienced a lot but not too much to feel that I have already felt life as it is. I have much more to endure and I have nothing to protect me but my battlescars. My shield is my poetry, my sword is my spirit and my armor is the people that I love the most.

It’s funny to imagine,

that I was once that 5 year old girl with the idea of collecting seashells to create a handmade purse for her great grandmother.

And I am now that same girl with the idea of reconstructing social perspectives to drive people to have a change of view.

I strive to be a sociologist, working my way into understanding the complexity and uncertainties of social behavior.

I never stopped trying to question. I learned to help myself grow and be able to answer the very questions that I’ve been asking to the wrong people. I continue to question, and I continue to seek the answers by myself.

I am now a girl with ambition.

I have stopped to be too excited about life. Instead, I let life come at me. I may be too uncertain about the things that will happen. But I know that I have been hurt, I have been pushed, and I have been happy. I know that my pains would produce good literature, great stories to tell, great experiences to look back to.

That is why I embrace life as of the moment. Because you never know when it will shift and your life is changed.

I live to wonder what it’s like to still be here tomorrow, to be here till next year, till the next 10 years.

I live to wonder…

if today has gone badly, who knows what tomorrow might bring?

And that is the reason why I strive and be motivated to wake up the next morning because I am thrilled for what life has to offer as a new day slowly begins.

As my story continues…

[verysleepygal]

Tyler, Mark, Ethan, Amy and Kathryn HeadCanons’s and Imagines!

 This is for my amazing friend @markiplierteamreactions you should go check ‘em out! I think if you like this blog then you’d love their blog much more!! (ALSO: IN THE ORDER AS THE TITLE IS HOW WERE GOING THROUGH THIS) (I have never made something so long oh god)

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(Tyler)

=Movie Night HC:

-Ty would bring you to the movies so you could watch some movies together

-He would always buy your favorite snacks, some popcorn and (there would normally be a stand of hats) would buy you some hats 

-He brought his own blanket so you and him could cuddle up together

-You’d whisper cute “Thank you’s” and “I love you’s” during the cute parts and sappy parts of movies

-When the movie finishes he usually grabs your hands and tells you “I love you so much” “You are a piece of my life that I never want to lose” 

-He’d kiss you everytime as the both of you walked out the theatre linking arms

-When you’d get home he’s kinda carry you to the couch and you’d just fall asleep in his arms and he’d play with your hair and kiss your forehea

=Apocalypse HC:

-You’d practice Archery and use your skill to kill zombies and people who betrayed you (because honestly who wouldn’t)

-Ty would help you practice while going against zombies “So you hold your arm their and then you pull it back, let go but aim for their eyes or forehead/neck”

-You’d casually walk up to some of the zombies and knee them, grab their neck and snap it

-Ty would use a sword he got from a friend before he turned, and use that to sharpen your arrows and slay zombies (He also always slaysssss in the process)

=Caring Tyler

-You’d start sniffling and sneezing and get hot in cold

-Ty and you would go to sleep but you couldn’t because your throat was too itchy and you felt sweaty

-You woke up at like 5 AM and threw up and Ty rubbed your back

-He’d get you some water and some cold towels

-You’d have the cold wet towel around your neck and chugged the water 

-He gives you ice cream and cuddles with you

-He kisses you but you couldn’t protest

-Next day eh sick af and you snicker and say “You should’ve let me protest shortcake”

(Extra add on -AKA V SHORT IMAGINE-) “Y/n come back” Ty made grabby arms and sniffled. You couldn’t help it and found yourself kissing his forehead and rubbing his shoulders. “Thank you baby” “You’re welcome Ty” Ethan put a blanket on the both of you and turned off the lights, and you just heard his soft snores. You too soon fell asleep.

=Come Back, Please

 I panicked, looking around for my phone. Finally I saw it and called Tyler. “Hey ba--” you cut him off with a “Hey babe you okay?” “Yes I’m fine, what’s wrong?” he asked with a chuckle. “Nothing! I love you!” You whispered, “I love you too” He hung up. You called for Ethan and he ran to you, he saw you panicking and walking in circles mumbling “He’s okay, he’s fine---no no no he’s gonna crash no”. He grabbed your hand and led you to the couch, trying to calm you down. Nothing worked, you still panicked for your loved one.

 As Ty opened the door he saw you sitting their, crying on Ethan’s shoulder. “Y/N?” he asked, making his way over to you. He sat down and you jumped onto him, just hugging him. “You’re okay” You whispered, “Of course I am baby...” he told you, rubbing your back. “I just left to find a bite to eat, i'm fine!” he reassured you, but all you did was laugh through your tears. “Wow i'm so stupid” You mumbled, wiping your eyes. “No....darling, you care for me, a lot! Nothing’s wrong with that, I’d be panicking too if I never heard from you as 2 hours passed by” he exclaimed, you pretty much laughed. “So I’d worried about you for two hours?” You whispered, Ethan nodded behind Ty and Ty shrugged. “I guess...baby nothing would happen to me” “I know, im sorry”. “Nothing to be sorry about my darling” he whispered, wiping your tears and kissing you.

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(Mark)

=Dreams with wings (Imagine):

 You spread your wings, running straight then catching air. As you  flew throughout the sky, you saw Mark waving you down. You chuckled then flew straight for him, scaring him shitless. He ducks out the way and you landed, laughing hysterically. “Hardy har har” he teased, all you could do is laugh. “Sorry babe. Want me to make it up to you by letting you ride on my back?” you suggested. he stared at you and slowly nodded which soon turned into him hopping on your back. You giggled and yelled “Hold on tight!” He did and you sprinted towards the pool He screamed as you flew up towards the sky. clinging onto your wings. “CLING ONTO MY BACK NOT WINGS” “SORRY” He switched quickly. You laughed and continued going higher and higher. that is, until you came across a meadow of clouds. “Hey babe, have you ever wondered what it’s like being on a cloud?” I whispered, slowly making my way up to the clouds. “yeah actually...” his voice got lower and lower as he saw the clouds get bigger and bigger. 

 As you got up onto the cloud, you set him down. But you had to sit with him, you didn’t want him to fall through. His feet dangled off the cloud and he kept saying “This is so cool! Thank you so much!” You’re only response to it all was a smile.

=New Scar HC:

-You got to the kitchen and started washing the dishes

-Out of nowhere Ethan and Mark come in and scream “IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM TYLER AND I ONCE FISTED AN ENTIRE FAMILY OF GOATS” “IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM TYLER AND I HAVE A SONG TITLED STONE FACED”

-It scared you and you scream, jumping back and slipping

-The glass cup broke into shards, and one sliced your hand

-”What the hell!” You yelled before getting Tyler

-He panicked and brought you to the hospital, you got stitches

-(Two weeks later) The stitches were removed and it healed a pit, leaving a new scar

-”Thanks guys” You said sarcastically as they kept apologizing

=Tinder HC:

-You’d get dressed and all fancy and so did he

-You always blushed when he flirted with you

-He payed for the meal and bought the most popular food they had

-When heading home he’d link arms with you

-You got cold and put his sweater over you so you’d stop shaking

-At the end of the night he’d twirl you around and dip you then kiss you

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(Ethan)

=When You’d Cry HC:

-He’s cuddle next to you and rub your shoulder

-”Everything will be alright sugar, I love you don’t worry”

-He’s get up and get you your favorite ice cream and put on your favorite show

-You’d burst out crying every time you remember that one things and he’d pause the movie and kiss you on the cheek, forehead, lips and whisper “It’s alright, i’m here”

-Once you stopped he would bring you closer to his chest and you’d fall asleep, he’d unpause the movie and fall asleep with you

=Our Final Date (Imagine):

 I walked to the restaurant, the fanciest one they have in LA. Ethan told me he would be there with a few others....how “romantic”. My gown/tux fell to the ground and I gently made my way up and in the restaurant.

 As i sat down with everyone, all I saw was the team. I shrugged but just...I really wanted this to be romantic. We always go out with the team, it’s never us. Only maybe three times but that’s it. Ethan shooed everyone away.....why? He came closer and grabbed my hands, and pulled me up from my seat. “Ethan what’s going on?” I asked, “This” he replied, then kissed me. After a few minutes we pulled away, warm smiles on our faces. But sudden;y it took a twist as he got down on one knee. “Y/n M/n L/n, i’ve loved you since the day we met. I’ll always love you, no matter what. If you even say no to this, i’ll be waiting for you so.....will you do the honor of marrying me?” he asked, opening the box showing a ring. I started crying and put a hand over my mouth, nodding. He got up and jumped around, then kissed me. As we parted once again, he placed the ring on my finger. I started crying some more as everyone came congratulate us!

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Im sorry I couldn’t do Amy or Kat, this would be way too long and im not sure if you’d like that so here’s just Ty/Merk/Eth for you @markiplierteamreactions

[squaredancing-weston]

text || Brobastian (Week 2)

Bas: Okay fine - strategically placed mirrors, then, that get all of my best angles. But I mean, worst case scenario, we get a shitload of reflections of me. I don't see the downside. No, Brodes, /you're/ missing the point. It'd be far more humane to actually give me the relief I need rather than leave me in a permanent state of frustration. I mean, I don't know about you, but that sounds like more exertion than having someone tease me by opening me up, only to leave me wanting more. And, I mean, it's really only teasing the other guy, too. I'm sure he'd rather just pound me until I'm screaming his name while watching myself come apart in several different angles - god. It'd be so hot. So in what way does teasing me make more sense for either party, really?

Bas: The only person you're making laugh is yourself, so you have an audience of one. Which is you. How does that not sound sad to you? Nobody even showed up for your stand-up show, Brodes. Shame. I don't know - I find mocking other people hilarious. Take Hummel for example. Guy's so easily stirred up - it's great.

Bas: What, you think that just because I'm not interested in romance that I can't appreciate The Sound of Music? I know, I know - more nazis Surprise, surprise. Point is, if I went through life trying to avoid every single show that has romance, I'd be left with very little to watch. I'm not /that/ tired. Sleeping is boring. Seriously, it loses its appeal after the first few days. Trust me, I know the people I've slept with. Like I said, I go for quality. I mean, I might have had a few 9s, but I've never dipped lower than that. Yeah, well, one of the reasons I learned to sneak out a little quieter - to avoid shit like that again. Experienced or not, it sounds like you could've used someone to break you back into the world of hooking up - and what better way to start than me? Although there is that saying about saving the best till last. I said I tried whips /once/, moron, and I wasn't into it.

Bas: Didn't say that I couldn't be, but I'm not gonna die from having sex. Like you'll have any say what goes on my grave, unless it involves a poem about how hot I look naked. I'll draft something up for you, too. It'll probably involve chaps. You haven't seen me in weeks. For all you know, I look perfectly fuckable. I've seen the shows - I read /some/ of the books, but honestly, I'm not really into glorified food porn, so I gave up. No, you chose the old woman. "Girl" isn't the right way to describe her.

Bas: I wouldn't go that far. His ass /does/ rival mine, but I still think I've got the edge. Please - Blaine's everyone's type. You sure about that? I mean, I've known the guy since high school, Brodes. Plenty of time to corrupt him on some level. I have my ways.

Bas: Well, you could, but the question is - would it be as fun as talking to/about me? I doubt it. Who says you can't have it both ways? Now, Brodes, don't tell me you're going back in the closet. Sleeping with just girls is no fun. I /could/ stop answering, but where's the fun in that? As you keep insisting on reminding me, /I'm/ stuck inside with nowhere to go. Question is - what's your excuse?

Bas: What I had in mind didn't really involve mayonnaise, but I know that sometimes you get easily confused. She won't have /time/ to eat. They're /kids/ - they don't need to learn that shit until college, and it's really not all that hard to bend over in front of someone. I don't need Reese Witherspoon teaching me how to do it.

Brody: Fine, fine-- we can get you a bunch of mirrors so you can always see yourself fucking straining and hot and sweaty with this sensual sex monkey keening all over you. Better? But Bas-- the whole point of this was the fact that you're on your back for the next week-- and not in a good way. So you're not getting relief. We were trying to create a scenario that made it more manageable, remember? Not to get you fucked. So we found you someone that could manage that level or restraint that would drool and lave all over you without actually getting you off-- because you're sick and can't get off right now. So rather than put you at risk by giving in to his base instincts and spreading you open and just fucking slamming into you so hard that you can taste him cumming, he's choosing to wait for you. It's kind of romantic, really.

Brody: You only think that because you're only hearing one person in this conversation-- lots of people at work think this whole thing is hilarious. But even if they didn't, isn't it more important for me to find me funny? I'm awesome. Of course you do-- seriously, Kurt's just a kid, Bas-- you really don't need to be so hard on him. I mean, I know that's the only type of //hard// you can manage right now, but still XD

Brody: You're a Julie fan? Damn, that's sort of cute, peacock-- now I'm going to have to put together a compilation to have someone follow you around with at school. Hide a running playlist in your classroom... You do seem to enjoy your thwarted Nazis. That's true-- you'd be stuck with Annie and The Wizard of Oz and Chicago-- neither of which featured Nazis. Very disappointing. Okay-- so now Sleeping Beauty plotline in your South Park movie. Got it. Well, technically you //don't//, since you've just met them XD But yeah, I get your point, and if you think that there are enough 10s to keep up with your lifestyle, I'll believe you. Trust me-- sneaking out of the state was the only way to avoid it. Considering you were still a barely-drinking Bas, I would have felt bad for taking advantage of your innocence, but I appreciate the thought. God, I hope you're not my last, Bas-- that would just be depressing as hell. No offense. Uh huh-- just the once; not into it. Got it ;)

Brody: You could die from over-exerting yourself, punk. That's how people die in marathons-- their hearts give out. And you're sick, so sex would be your marathon, and then I'd catch all sorts of flack that, let's be honest, wouldn't be //that// great to begin with. Well then how can I say I told you so if you're dead and I can't write it on your tombstone? And thank you-- I will not be responsible for your boasting from the grave. Your body won't fit in the casket with your head still inflating. The chaps again Bas? Seriously, maybe I'll just buy you a pair and //they// can relieve that frustration for you. I know what sick looks like-- I don't need to see you daily to know how crappy you still look. So you've seen the shows, but you didn't follow "You murdered and raped my sister" between the bouts of, you know, murdering and raping? And then DYING? Were you having sex while you were watching? No-- my choice were the Tyrell siblings, and I chose the girl. I said if I were //you//, I would choose the old lady, since she wouldn't split me in half, first with her dick and then with her sword. And plus SHE'S NOT DEAD.

Brody: Yes-- your ass is straight as an edge. Definitely shapeless, especially compared to Blaine. I don't know-- I feel like I'd be corrupting him or something. He's just young, you know? The guy doesn't have a favorite sex position, for pete's sake. Takes off from the physical appeal. Yeah, I'm sure //some// ways-- just not all of them.

Brody: I guess that's up for debate. I mean, no one's projecting their freaky kinks at me if I'm talking to normal people at least. I was never in the closet, asshat. I was just kind of standing unawares in the doorway. And quitting this tete de tete with you is hardly shuffling back inside. I'm on lunch.

Brody: Well, I figured you had that weird thing about food play, so maybe you could make use of her excessive condiments. So you're going to reduce her to fainting from hypoglycemia? Rude. So you're saying you never batted your eyelashes to get what you wanted until college? Why do I doubt that?