#calm and peaceful leafy

[crayonfodder]

I guess i can post this here too

[algysut]

the cruel april fools joke for a leafy fan

anyways

[deezii69]

Late💔

[mistersillyyy]

My wife is experiencing tranquility!

[danizmomota]

Tranquility

[glimmette]

and now... a bunch of very important changes!

say hello to... monstrous saw, winnertag, calm and peaceful leafy, stripey gb, spotty tb, fluff-top pen, rubook, soapy donut (from an old humany video!), blue two, green one, paper crane foldy, basketsmall, and new-wave pin!!!

[hyperfizz]

CONFESS

which one of you did it

I know it was one of you. Who did it. Own up.

[lohotine]

Oh, I have an idea for the Shadow Milk cookie And you can add yandere and Hypnotism. Please and then I liked it.

Please Here the plot:

A Shadow Milk cookie comes out of the tree. And Pure Vanilla Cookie and friends, including T/N Cookie. Shadow Milk cookie watched everyone, but he saw you and watched you for so long that he wanted to make you his. After that, Pure Vanilla Cookie and friends, and you They ran away, and you ran away in the other direction. After that, she found herself in a beautiful forest, vwhere there are beautiful flowers. T/N Cookie didn't know how it got here, maybe it's lies Shadow Milk cookie, no?

After that, she took a book about the plant and read, soon she read it and saw some kind of apple tree, but the apples were blue. She decided to look in a book about blue apples, but it didn't say. She decides to come closer to see it, but a Shadow Milk cookie appears and offers to eat this fruit, but she refuses to do so, then Shadow Milk cookie uses hypnosis to get her to eat this fruit. Then she eats this fruit and she doesn't feel well, eyes T/N Cookie After that, her heart turns blue and His eyes were blue. Shadow Milk cookie picked it up and decided to make it his own.

AN: MY FRIENDS ARE YELLING IN THE VC AND I CAN'T FOCUS.

Shadow Milk x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Yandere, hypnotism

-At Last-

"Ah! Doesn't this air just feel... divine?"

Shadow Milk had just broken out of the seal and was staring everybody down... until he locked eyes with you.

As you'd gaze into his now hazy eyes, you could see a crazed smile appeared on his face. His entire mind was clouded with thoughts of you and only you. Your eyes, your body, you soul, everything.

"Oh, has my little doll come to visit me~?" Shadow Milk Cookie would move behind you, snaking a hand around your waist.

"What- no get off of me!" You push him off of you, and you can see a glint of frustration appear in his eyes.

Then, he'd smile. His maniac laughter began to fill the scene, sending a chill down your spine.

"Everyone, it would be best if we retreated for now!" Pure Vanilla called out.

The others would nod and quickly fled from the scene, including you.

Everything was so hectic. Walls would start to crumble and screams of terror filled the kingdom.

Eventually, you'd find yourself in a forest, far away from everyone. You must have gotten separated in the chaos.

A panic soon set in and you'd look around desperately for an exit, but the more you'd look around, the more you could admire your surroundings.

It was a beautiful forest. Flowers of all kinds would surround you, and the moonlight peaked through the leafy canopies above.

It was so... mesmerizing. A wave of calm washed over you and you sat down near a bed of flowers.

Something about this forest just pulled you in. It was so peaceful... maybe a bit too peaceful.

For just a fleeting moment... you wondered if it was all a lie. It all seemed too good to be true. Maybe Shadow Milk had set this all up to catch you off guard.

Then you saw something peculiar in the distance.

It seemed to be an ordinary tree bearing fruits. It would stand in solitude in the center of an opening, and the moon seemed to highlight it's every feature.

The fruits in question were apples; blue apples. You had never seen anything quite like it. It got you curious, so you took out an old book about a variety of plants. You searched and you searched, but there was nothing on this strange flora in front of you.

Working up some confidence, you'd step closer to the tree.

You just gazed absent mindedly at the strange fruit until shadows around you began to warp.

From them appeared a familiar face:

Shadow Milk Cookie.

"It's so good to see you again, my love!" He'd say while happily twirling you around.

He'd only stop to see exactly what you had been looking at prior to his appearance.

"Oh, so you found this old thing?" He picked one of the apples from the tree and held it out to you. "It's a beauty, right? Why don't you try one?" He continued to smile, holding out the blue apple.

"No way, I'm not eating that," You'd say, pushing the fruit back towards him. A scowl appeared on your face as you continued to glare at Shadow Milk.

"But doll.." He'd get closer to you, grabbing your chin with one of his hands and forcing you to look upon him.

"You really should eat it."

You'd continue to gaze into his eyes, which you swore got just a little bit brighter.

The world around you all became a blur. All sounds, except the beating of your own heart, had been muted.

The ground beneath your feet didn't feel solid anymore. You felt as if you could fall at any second, yet you felt so chained down at the same time.

Shadow Milk would gently trace your face with his finger, still holding out the apple, though slowly proding it closer and closer to you.

Every one of your senses where focused solely on the apple, and you'd mindlessly take hold of it.

Without even realizing, you had taken a bite of it before quickly dropping it and coming to your senses.

The damage had already been done though. The world was still a blur, but instead of focusing on the apple, your mind had become clouded with thoughts of him.

"Aww look at you~ I always knew blue suited you best, my little doll! Now we match."

Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and your whole world felt as if it were spiraling.

Shadow Milk would admire this fragile being, gently tracing a finger over every one of thier features. He had waited for so long to claim ownership of what he had rightfully declared his, and now he has finally done it.

Even if they'd sway, it was only because they had not yet become used to the side effects. Carefully, Shadow Milk Cookie would take them in his arms and carry them away to some secluded corner of the world.

He just couldn't risk anybody else seeing you! And it's not like you needed to see anyone else either. Your heart belonged to him now. It beat to keep you alive just as it beat to keep him alive.

He was never going to let you leave, since what Shadow Milk Cookie wants, Shadow Milk Cookie gets.

[grimoirey]

✨ Color Magic ✨

Color magic involves using colors to amplify intentions, emotions, or goals in various spiritual and energetic practices. Each color is believed to carry specific energies and symbolism, which can be harnessed to support desired outcomes. Here’s a guide on how to understand and use color magic effectively:

Understanding Color Magic

Each color vibrates at a particular frequency, which corresponds to different emotions, intentions, and even elements. By consciously incorporating specific colors into rituals, spells, meditation, or daily life, you can align your energy with these symbolic meanings and focus your intentions.

Using Color Magic in Practice

You can incorporate color magic in many ways, depending on your preferences and what feels meaningful to you. Here are some methods:

1. Candles

How: Choose a candle color that aligns with your intention. For instance, red candles are used for passion or energy, while blue candles promote peace or healing.

Use: Light the candle and focus on your goal or intention. The candle flame serves as a visual focal point while the color supports the energy behind your intention.

2. Clothing and Accessories

How: Wear colors that resonate with your goals or desired energy for the day.

Use: For instance, wearing yellow for a presentation could boost confidence, while green might enhance feelings of balance and compassion.

3. Crystals and Stones

How: Choose crystals that carry both the color and properties you’re seeking. Green crystals like malachite can support abundance, while blue stones like lapis lazuli encourage communication and intuition.

Use: Carry the stone, place it on an altar, or use it in meditation.

4. Visualization

How: Visualize a particular color filling your body or a specific area to invoke its energy.

Use: For grounding, imagine a warm red light surrounding your feet and legs. For peace, visualize yourself surrounded by calming blue light.

5. Decor and Environment

How: Arrange colors in your living or working space to influence the mood and energy.

Use: For example, adding green plants for growth and health or using purple in a meditation space for spiritual insight.

6. Food and Drink

How: Choose foods and drinks of a particular color to absorb that color's energy internally.

Use: Eating green foods like leafy vegetables can support health and abundance, while drinking herbal tea from blue or lavender flowers can promote relaxation.

7. Writing and Art

How: Use colored pens, markers, or paints that correspond to your goals.

Use: Write affirmations in a color that reflects your intention. For example, writing in gold or yellow for success and abundance or using pink for love and friendship.

Examples of Color Magic Intentions

Here’s a quick guide to what each color can be used for:

Red:

Passion, strength, courage, protection, vitality, motivation, survival, sexuality, confidence, love, grounding

Orange:

Creativity, enthusiasm, ambition, success, independence, joy, attraction, adaptability, spontaneity, self-expression

Yellow:

Happiness, intellect, clarity, confidence, optimism, learning, mental clarity, communication, inspiration, concentration

Green:

Healing, abundance, growth, balance, health, prosperity, luck, renewal, fertility, compassion, harmony

Blue:

Peace, communication, truth, relaxation, wisdom, trust, loyalty, intuition, sincerity, healing, calm

Purple:

Spirituality, intuition, wisdom, transformation, psychic ability, mystery, magic, dignity, enlightenment, higher consciousness

White:

Purity, protection, clarity, peace, truth, innocence, unity, spirituality, simplicity, cleansing, illumination

Black:

Protection, grounding, mystery, transformation, strength, banishing negativity, introspection, power, resilience, ending cycles

Pink:

Love, compassion, friendship, self-love, emotional healing, kindness, warmth, romance, affection, harmony, nurturing

Brown:

Stability, grounding, security, nature, simplicity, reliability, endurance, practicality, home, comfort, physical health

Gold:

Wealth, success, confidence, enlightenment, luxury, illumination, positivity, abundance, power, divine wisdom

Silver:

Intuition, reflection, feminine energy, lunar energy, dreams, psychic ability, clarity, protection, emotional balance, patience

Color Magic Tips

Trust Your Intuition: If a color has a particular meaning for you that isn’t “traditional,” go with it. Personal associations are powerful.

Stay Intentional: Color magic works best when you actively focus on the desired outcome while working with the color.

Combine Colors: Mixing colors can create new, nuanced intentions. For instance, combining green and gold can amplify goals related to both abundance and success.

Color magic is a subtle but powerful way to enhance your spiritual or energetic work by aligning yourself visually and energetically with your intentions.

[oscconfessions]

leafy is a system host and evil leafy, calm and peaceful leafy, and metal leafy are alters

-vanilla anon

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[sparklypinkflightsuit]

The Island: Entry 9

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

A Lost AU

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Gore, Violence, Swearing, Death, Alcohol, Plane Crash, Various Inaccuracies, Just Gross Things in General.

- Entry 8 Here -

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18+ Only

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You decided to wash off in the sea before heading back to the clearing, your skin dirty and bloodied from the rough getaway through the jungle the night before.




You stripped down to your underwear, wading out deep enough that your feet left the ocean floor and you floated on your back, breathing deeply through your nostrils.




Bradley was busying himself with fashioning weapons with anything he could find along the beach.




You floated for a while as you tried to calm your heart, your hands periodically working to wipe and rinse off the dirt and blood as you tried to calm your erratic heart beat.




Closing your eyes, you tried to envision a world where you all made it out alive.




Would you still be with Austin? Would you still long for Bradley secretly deep down? Would Bradley and Javy end up marrying their respective fiancés, and would Bob and Mickey have their own happy endings?




It made you feel warm to think about, so you fantasised about what could have been as you floated peacefully.

You tried hard to push down the horrible feelings you had inside, the dread, the sorrow, the heartache, the nauseating fear.

You thought back to the night before, and the brief bliss you felt in Bradley’s arms, his lips against yours, his strong arms and hands across your body, touching you, holding you. You sighed, feeling peaceful for a second.




That was until something soft touched your shoulder and your peace was gone, replaced by sudden panic.




“What the-“ you swished around in the water, looking for whatever touched you.




Something black and large floated nearby, at first you worried it was a stingray or some sort of large, flat shark, but on closer inspection, you realised it was material of some kind.




You grabbed onto it and pulled at the heavy tarpaulin, lifting what you could out of the water.




That’s when you noticed the strings, and your stomach dropped.




“Brad!” You cried as you waded out of the water, dragging the mass of sodden, damaged material behind you.




“What is that?” He called as he ran over.




You both worked to drag the thing onto the sand, the strings stuck to seaweed deeply imbedded on the ocean floor.




“It’s… it’s a fucking parachute.”




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You’d started to make your way back through the jungle towards the clearing, taking twice as long as usual as you careful padded through the leafy undergrowth, every snap of a twig or rustle of a bush causing you to jump and stop in your tracks, waiting until you were sure there was nothing there to jump out at you.




The usual route you would have taken the night before was now blocked, fallen trees piled high almost as if on purpose.




You decided to round to the left, the part of the jungle that you’d barely explored, far more treacherous than the right.




Huge rocky outcrops made the terrain difficult to manoeuvre, and tries balanced in eroded ground with exposed roots threatened to fall at any moment.




You carefully scaled the rocks and edged slowly around thin cliffside paths, terrified that at any moment you could fall to your death into the jagged rocks in the angry sea below.




Finally, you made it to flatter ground and you had to sit and catch your breath.




“Nearly there, Doc.” Bradley reassured you, but really he didn’t know either.

You propped your hands behind you, breathing heavily as you stared out over the cliff.

“Brad?”

“Hmmm?” He was panting, leaning against a tree as he caught his breath.

You thought for a moment, “What happens now? With us, I mean.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you didn’t want anything… but last night-“

“Y/N… I didn’t want anything because I thought we’d be rescued, and then I’d have to go back to my life, my fiancé, and somehow explain to her that I was in love with someone else.”

“If we got off of the island now, would that be it? Would you go back to your real life?”

He scoffed, rubbing his chin, “Honey, this is my real life now. No, I wouldn’t go back to her, to be honest I’d be surprised if she hasn’t moved on by now. I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anything else, I promise.”

You smiled softly at him, “So you really meant it when you said that?”

He nodded, his dark eyes twinkling, “You fuckin’ bet. Did you?”

“What do you think?” You grinned.




You lay back against the grass, your heart racing, adrenaline pumping through you, and that’s when you noticed the other parachute, hanging above you in the trees, and if had a backpack attached to it, hanging low enough to grab.




You sat back up and stared into the trees, your eyebrows furrowed.

You couldn’t fathom who would have had parachutes, and curiosity got the better of you, so you jumped up and grabbed the back pack.




As you pulled, the entire parachute came crashing down, and you screamed as a corpse landed at your feet in its tangles.

“Jesus! A little warning next time!” Bradley’s hand clutched at his chest.




You stood for a moment, staring at the corpse in horror, and you noticed on its leathery, wrinkled, decaying skin, a familiar tattoo you had seen all too many times. The same skull tattoo that Austin had on his arm, with his family name etched across it.




You shook your head, unable to comprehend what was happening, you dropped to your knees and grabbed the backpack, tearing it open and spilling its contents on the floor.




Your hands began to shake, tubes of insulin, maybe enough to last months if properly stored, with a letter, fell onto the ground.




Bradley watched you carefully, unsure if this would set you off, but your face remained calm as shaking hands quickly unfolded the letter, a picture falling onto the floor.


You read the letter first.




“Devon,




For your eyes only!




You need to follow this STEP BY STEP, don’t fuck this up again.




When you see me get up, you need to start the fire to cause a distraction, I’ll cut the wires, and then jump. Make sure you follow quickly. Once the plane goes down, we’ll meet in the jungle.




If you get any second thoughts, just remember, this is for dad.


Don’t forget my insulin.




- Austin.”




Your eyes welled up and you clenched your jaw, your heart shattered into thousands of pieces as you forced a breath into your starved lungs. You picked up the photo and the familiar face stared back at you, next to someone you didn’t recognise, younger but with the same eyes, the corpse in front of you.




Only Austin looked different, darker, haunted, far from the man you’d fallen for and gotten to know.




You dropped the picture onto the ground and let out a gut wrenching sob.




Bradley dropped to his knees next to you, holding you against him as he took the picture.




“What is this?”




You looked up at Bradley with watery eyes and gulped back another sob.




“Adrian was right.”




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“Why would he want to crash the plane? I don’t understand.” Bradley paced angrily, and you still clutched the picture of Austin in your fingers, hating yourself that you missed his face, even if it looked different here.




“I don’t care anymore.” You sniffed, standing to your feet as you crumpled the picture up and threw it to the ground, “He’s dead now, he got his punishment.”




Bradley watched you, heartbroken for you. He wanted to comfort you but he knew you needed your space, so he let you walk ahead the rest of the way to the clearing in complete silence.




Just before you reached the clearing, Bradley’s arm wrapped around your waist and his hand

came up to clasp around your mouth.




“Shhh.” He whispered.




Your eyes scanned through the gap in the trees, and you watched the clearing for any moment.




Bradley’s arm around you tightened as one of the creatures skulked in the shadow of the trees along the outer edge. Moving and sniffing, it’s own weak eyes scanning for any living beings.




You waited for it to pull back into the jungle before you carefully made your way out into the camp site.




Your stomach twisted sickeningly as you walked past the remains of your friends, the stench of the blood baking in the hot sun sending you reeling, and you quickly ran behind a hut to unleash your stomach contents into the dirt.




Bradley rubbed your back soothingly, holding your hair back.

You walked around camp, checking the huts, showers, the kitchen, but quickly realised you were alone.




“I think they’re all gone, Doc. Let’s get out of here.” His voice was sorrowful, but he was trying to keep it together for you.




He hooked an arm around your waist and guided you past the various body parts in the camp, back towards the trees.




“Wait… we should take some things with us, or we’ll have to start fresh on the beach.” You suggested, the back of your hand to your mouth as you tried hard not to gag from the smell.




“Okay, but we need to be quick.”




You quickly filled a backpack with fruit and vegetables, razors, soap, toothpaste, a towel, an airplane blanket and whatever clean clothes you could fit, Bradley grabbed the fishing net and filled it with clothes and other necessities.




“Ready?” He asked, you nodded and you headed back towards the trees.




“I guess it’s just us now, Brad.” You held your hand out to take his, and he nodded, a soft, sad smile as he looked over at you.

He was just relieved he could save you, he had no idea what he’d have done if you’d have gone too.


His smile only lasted a second, and Bradley’s face suddenly twisted in horror, his moustache twitching above his full lips as he slowly began to back up, pulling you with him.




You looked at him, confused, and then followed his line of sight.




“Fuck… oh fuck..” you breathed out.




Surrounding you on all sides, peaking out from the the darkness in the trees were the creatures, and there were dozens of them this time.




A collective low chuckling emanated from their black mouthes, sharp, shiny teeth flashed at you as their tall, twisted bodies clung to the trees and they waited for you to step close enough that they could pull you into the darkness.




You both stumbled backwards, as far away from the tree line as you could, but the sun was setting and there was no way out of the clearing. They had you cornered.




You clung onto Bradley’s side, backing up into the cliff wall behind you. You looked up at him, your eyes watering as the chuckling grew louder.




“What do we do?” You asked.




Bradley shook his head, his hand tightening around yours, “I… I’ll distract them, and then you gotta run.”




“What? No. That’s insane.” You gripped him tighter.




“It’s the only way.” He pressed his lips to yours for a long time, and you curled your fingers into his t-shirt, trying to pin him in place.




His fingers pried yours off of him gently, “It’s now or never kid. I love you.”




He gave you a last cheeky grin and backed away quickly, you reached out for him but he was gone before you could even register it was happening.




“Bradley!” You screamed, chasing after him.




“Run!” Were the last words you heard as his golden curls disappeared into the forest, and most of the creatures chased after him, their large, flat feet thundering against the moist soil below.




You stood in horror, cold and numb for a split second and you contemplated following him, but you knew your chances were worse than his. You ran in the other direction, as far from the remaining creatures as you could.




You ran as fast as you could go, your already cut bare feet burning and tearing against the rough ground, twigs and stones piercing your fragile skin.




You stumbled over roots and fallen trees, your knees grazed but you forced yourself up and kept running, blinded by tears.




You were nearing the cliff, and part of you considered just diving off and ending it all, but your thought was cut short as a heavy, cold body crashed into yours, and you thudded to the ground, winded. Something rolled off of you and crashed into the bushes.




You propped yourself onto your elbows, gasping for air, trying to see what had hit you.




You blinked tears away, scanning the jungle floor, and then you saw it.

One of the creatures slowly stood from the bushes, staring down at you menacingly.




You scrambled backwards, the adrenaline not enough to get you to your feet, and you stared wide eyed at the thing that would likely be your end.




The creature stalked forward, almost relishing the chase as it grinned a toothy grin, and your body began to shake with terror.




You could feel yourself losing consciousness, your heart beating too fast and your breathing too rapid, your vision darkening as the creature got closer.




Just before you fainted, you saw someone standing over you, and an arrow shot out, spearing the creature in between its dark eyes.




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- Entry 10 Here -

Taglist:

@randomfangirlof @scarletseresin @halflifejess @bradshawbaby @leather-n-velvet @marvelouslyme96

Authors note: Loved writing Austin’s character so here’s another picture of what I imagine him looking like, especially in the picture Reader finds!

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

day 6: secret hideaway

pair: Newt Scamander x reader

summary: Newt has a knack for discovering hidden places

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It was the kind of afternoon that made you want to escape. The sky was overcast, promising a downpour any minute, and the corridors of Hogwarts were abuzz with the chatter of students finishing up classes for the day. You’d been trailing behind Newt Scamander, who had asked you to help him find a quiet spot to observe a particularly shy Bowtruckle he’d been studying. Newt had a habit of finding the most unexpected places in the castle, and today seemed to be no different.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” you asked, casting a skeptical look at the narrow, dimly-lit corridor Newt had led you down. It was rarely used, with cobwebs hanging from the corners and dust motes floating lazily in the air.

“Positive,” Newt replied confidently, his voice carrying that usual calm assurance. His fingers traced the rough stone wall, searching for something. “I heard from one of the portraits that there’s a room around here that hasn’t been used in years. Perfect for giving our little friend some peace.”

You smiled at his dedication. Newt’s love for creatures, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, was one of the many things you admired about him. “And how exactly do we find this hidden room?” you asked.

He paused, his hand stopping on a particular stone that seemed slightly different from the others. “Like this.” Newt pushed the stone, and a soft click echoed through the corridor. To your surprise, the wall in front of you slowly slid open, revealing a small, cozy room bathed in the warm glow of candlelight.

“Newt, you’ve done it again,” you laughed, stepping inside. The room was perfect—a hidden nook with a soft, plush rug covering the floor, a small fireplace crackling merrily in the corner, and shelves lined with ancient, dust-covered books. The air smelled faintly of lavender and old parchment, a comforting scent that wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

Newt followed you in, his eyes lighting up with a childlike excitement as he took in the sight. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” he said softly, his gaze sweeping over the room. He carefully set down his satchel and began rummaging through it, eventually pulling out a small, leafy Bowtruckle who immediately clambered up his arm to perch on his shoulder.

You sat down on the rug, your back against the wall, watching Newt as he gently coaxed the Bowtruckle onto a nearby plant he had brought along. “You have a talent for finding these places,” you said, your voice filled with admiration. “It’s like you have a map of Hogwarts hidden in your head.”

Newt chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “I suppose I just know where to look,” he said modestly.

[songbirdsanctuary]

Short pokemon/hermitcraft fic.

I'm not sure what this is, I just wanted to write something with pokemon in it. I may make more, I like writing pokemon.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,461

Scar set down his bundle of freshly picked peppermint, inhaling its sharp, refreshing scent. His Leafeon, Blossom, leaped onto the counter beside him, ears flicking with interest as she watched him work. A moment later, his Decidueye, Nightingale, strode over, careful and precise, holding a glass pitcher filled with about two cups of water in his talons. The owl Pokémon’s keen eyes flicked toward Scar, awaiting further instruction.

“Sunstone, can you warm the water?” Scar asked, glancing at his Fennekin. The small fox-like Pokémon perked up from where he had been curled by the hearth, his large ears twitching in response. With a small chirp, Sunstone bounded onto the counter and positioned himself before the pitcher. He took a deep breath, then released a controlled burst of ember, the flames licking around the base of the glass. Tiny bubbles began forming almost immediately, the heat diffusing through the water.

While Sunstone worked, Scar grabbed his knife and started chopping the peppermint leaves. He sliced them into medium-sized pieces—not too fine, just enough to extract their oils and flavor efficiently. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the wooden cutting board filled the cozy kitchen, blending with the occasional crackle of Sunstone’s fire.

Pausing, Scar plucked one of the uncut leaves and held it out to Blossom. “Here, Blossom.”

The Leafeon tilted her head, then stepped closer, her nose twitching as she sniffed the offering. With a pleased chitter, she took the leaf delicately between her teeth and chewed it, her leafy tail swishing contentedly. Scar smiled and gave her a few affectionate pats on the head, fingers grazing over the soft, plant-like fur.

A small bark from Sunstone caught Scar’s attention. He turned and saw the water now at a gentle boil, the surface rippling with heat. The Fennekin shook himself slightly, dispersing the warmth in his ear fur to regulate his body temperature. Scar reached down and scratched behind Sunstone’s ears, feeling the residual heat still lingering in the thick tufts of fur.

“Good job, buddy.”

With a quick motion, Scar lifted the cutting board and emptied the chopped peppermint leaves into the pitcher, watching as they swirled and steeped in the hot water. The scent of peppermint intensified, filling the space with its crisp, herbal aroma. He gave the mixture a slow stir, ensuring the leaves were fully submerged.

“Alright! That looks good.” He grinned, wiping his hands on his apron before turning toward the fridge.

Opening it, he retrieved a small, carefully prepared cookie—a blend of soft dough mixed and topped with powdered energy roots, perfect for a weak Pokémon in need of strength. He balanced it on his palm, then made his way to the half-outdoor room at the back of his home, where he cared for Pokémon that needed extra attention.

Inside, the space was peaceful, lined with soft bedding and shaded plants to create a calm, natural environment. A single Pokémon resided there—a sick Wynaut.

“Wynaut!” Scar called gently.

A rustling from beneath a bush signaled the little Pokémon’s presence. Slowly, the Wynaut emerged, its normally vibrant blue body looking a bit duller than usual. It blinked up at Scar, hesitating slightly before stepping forward.

Scar squatted down, holding out the cookie. “Here, this’ll help you get your strength back.”

The Wynaut hesitated, sniffing the cookie with its tiny nose before carefully taking it. It let out a quiet, almost uncertain noise before nibbling at the treat.

Scar turned as he heard a soft rustling behind him. Nightingale was already there, the Decidueye moving silently as ever, holding a small bowl of fresh water in his talons. His sharp gaze met Scar’s, wordlessly offering the water.

“Thanks, Nightingale.” Scar took the bowl with a grateful smile and set it down next to the Wynaut. The little Pokémon glanced up at him, then at the bowl, before reaching out and dipping it’s mouth into the water for a sip.

Scar sat back on his heels, watching quietly. Taking care of Pokémon always filled him with a sense of purpose—it was small acts like this, the trust built between trainer and Pokémon, that made it all worth it.

After carefully cleaning and fluffing up the spot he had set up for Wynaut to sleep, making sure it was cozy with soft bedding and a slight elevation to keep it dry, Scar dusted off his hands and stepped back. The little Pokémon had already curled up, eyes drooping as it snuggled into the warm fabric. Satisfied, Scar quietly left the room and returned to the kitchen, where the scent of steeped peppermint still lingered in the air.

He picked up the pitcher of brewed tea, its sides slightly warm to the touch. Nightingale, ever efficient, had already retrieved a wooden strainer and set it up over a large glass bowl in the sink. The Decidueye’s sharp eyes flicked up to Scar, and with a nod of thanks, Scar poured the tea through the strainer. The rich golden-green liquid filtered through smoothly, while the softened peppermint leaves remained behind, caught in the mesh.

Once the tea had fully drained, Scar carefully lifted the strainer and set it on the counter. Nightingale, watching with quiet interest, reached over and plucked a few of the soaked peppermint leaves. He chewed them thoughtfully, his sharp beak making quick work of the softened herbs. Blossom, ever curious, padded over and sniffed at the leaves before taking a few for herself, chewing them with a pleased flick of her tail.

Scar chuckled as he picked up the bowl of strained tea, the herbal scent filling the air as he poured it back into the pitcher for easy serving. He grabbed a small ceramic bowl and filled it with just a bit of tea before setting it in front of Blossom, who lapped at it contentedly. Then, he poured himself a cup, adding a touch of sugar to bring out the mint’s natural sweetness. He took a slow sip, sighing as the warm liquid soothed his throat and spread a comforting warmth through his chest.

After enjoying the quiet moment, Scar set his cup down and stretched, then headed toward the bathroom. He turned the taps, letting the water flow into the bathtub, adjusting the temperature to a perfect warmth. The soft rush of water filled the room, and the moment the tub had enough depth, Blossom wasted no time leaping in, splashing lightly as she settled into the water with a pleased chitter.

Nightingale followed more gracefully, stepping in with practiced ease. As he entered, he removed the green bandana Scar had given him, setting it on a dry ledge to keep it from getting wet. Sunstone, ever the observer, hopped onto the counter instead, tail curling around his paws as he watched the scene unfold with bright, curious eyes.

Scar moved to his cabinet, pulling out a jar of dried soap flakes infused with soothing herbs. He took a fine-toothed comb and lightly dipped it into the jar, coating the bristles with the fine powder before turning to Sunstone.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up first, buddy,” Scar murmured, brushing the soap through Sunstone’s thick fur.

The Fennekin let out a soft chirp, his tail flicking as the brush glided through his coat. Scar worked gently, careful to avoid any tangles, his strokes steady and deliberate. As he brushed, Sunstone’s ears twitched in rhythm with the movements, his warm fur releasing a faintly earthy scent. Once Scar was done, he dampened a cloth ever so slightly and used it to pat Sunstone’s fur, ensuring that any residual dust or dirt was wiped away without soaking him too much.

With Sunstone now clean and comfortable, Scar turned to the two Pokémon in the tub. Blossom, thoroughly soaked, was lounging in the warm water, her leafy tail floating lightly on the surface. Scar scooped up a handful of water and poured it over her back before grabbing a bit of soap and beginning to scrub her fur, working the lather gently into her coat. Blossom let out a content hum, pressing into his touch as he cleaned between her leafy ridges and down her legs.

Meanwhile, Nightingale had already started preening, carefully using his beak to work the soap into his feathers. Scar knew better than to interfere too much—Nightingale preferred to handle his own grooming. The Decidueye was meticulous, ensuring every feather was cleaned to his standards, though he allowed Scar to gently rub a bit of water into the harder-to-reach spots near his wings.

Scar smiled as he continued his work, the sound of soft splashing and quiet chirps filling the air. This was a simple routine, but one he cherished—taking care of his Pokémon, making sure they were happy, clean, and comfortable.

[suigetsusunny]

Temporary whispers of the heart ⊹₊⟡⋆ | Sosuke Aizen X Reader

Chapter 4 | Midnight Pretenders

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The gleaming moon of the midnight sky bestowed its luminescence upon you as you ventured the outdoors with your acquaintance late at night, the sole sound of crickets and the tufts of grass beneath your feet accompanying you two. 

You pondered why the captain had requested to hang out with you in such an…improper way, such an indecorous act could even be mistaken as a lovers’ rendezvous…

Not that the man had any sort of view of you in that way, you were sure.

“What calls for the… midnight rendezvous, Mr. Aizen?” You giggled at the epic name you gave to your night time meeting. Aizen returned a slight chuckle, scuffing his sepia tresses slightly, your eyes intently watching as they radiated in the moonlight. 

“I have something to show you, Miss Shihoin.”

The captain gently lead you to a concealed area, deserted from the other captains quarters and located within a cluster of trees. You two sifted through the countless leafy branches, Aizen often assisting you by taking your hand in his as you attempted to hop over several large sticks and obstacles. The touch of his hand ignited flames of desire on your skin, ones that could only be dissipated from…

“Ah, here it is.”

A final leafy branch was lifted up by Aizen’s arm, his toned biceps revealed through his haōri slipping down not being the only surprise, but the habitat of what seemed like two foxes, an especially gorgeous albino and a regular red fox resting together further away in the distance. You felt your heart implode at the sweet way in which the two were curled against each other and the sounds of their soft purrs, their cuteness making it extremely difficult for you to not gently scoop them up in your arms and carefully caress their soft fur.

“Goodness… How endearing..! I wish I could gently run my fingers through their fur…” 

Aizen quieted his chuckles, enjoying the way in which your eyes sparkled at the sight of the adorable creatures.

“So cute… And pretty…” You muttered once more under your breath, trying your best to keep as quiet as possible to not wake the two peaceful animals. Such a sweet pair of creatures…

Albeit their many differences, they still remained tucked close to each other, finding solace in each other's hearts.  

“Yes… Very.” 

You turned to look at Aizen, your eyes immediately locking with his hazel ones as you noticed they were already fixated on your crouched frame. He kneeled alongside you, as gentle as possible to not ruin your moment. You smiled at him joining you before returning to quietly observing the two animals.

“Love is such a magnificent thing, isn’t it.”

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You slipped on some casual wear, calm colours adorning you as you opened the door to meet once more with Rangiku.

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets and you shook your head in disapproval after perceiving her outfit. A tight, pink, cropped tank top, low-rise flare jeans adorned with… sparkly rhinestones. Considering her grown age and prominent bust, a breast was threatening to pop out at any movement of hers…

“Rangiku, you look stunning but… We are simply going shopping are we not? Goodness…” You couldn’t help but sling a jacket around her shoulders, afraid of the dirty looks she may have received had she gone out like that. 

“Oh come on Y/N! Stop holding onto your old-timey values. This world has well developed a fashion taste past flowy, dull haōri’s.” She rebutted, pouting at the dull grey jacket you had strewn around her.

“I guess…” You sigh, unable to disagree with how gorgeous it looked on her. Perhaps you would dabble in a bit of human style had you the chance… 

You requested to drive this time, finally treating the new car with the care it deserved as you gently drove it around the streets of noon Karakura. A beautiful sight, clear skies accompanied with kites flowing throughout the air and the giggles of young children leisuring in the sun, your eyes occasionally drifting to the youth running down the streets.

Eventually, an enormous, multileveled shopping center with markets sprinkled around its edges greeted you two as you pulled into the parking lot. You two had decided to go shopping for something nice to wear for the gathering tonight, both of your closets seemingly devoid of anything presentable. 

Rangiku looped her arm within yours, humming satisfied at the various options the center had to offer. You two went through shop after shop, Rangiku’s frustration growing as you refused everything that she gave to you.

“This one?”

“…Too flashy.”

“Okay. This one?” 

“Yellow? What am I, the sun?” 

“… Surely this one.” 

“I’m going to look like a disco ball, Matsumoto.” 

Rangiku’s azure irises glinted in the store lights, eyes twitching at your stubbornness. “You are such a stubborn woman.” 

“I have standards, Ran.” You instigated, certifying that you were unwilling to wear the bold pieces that she kept recommending you with the dirty looks you gave. Matsumoto groaned as she hung her head low, pushing the various dresses she had selected back into the clothing rack. “I give up.” “Don't be so pessimistic, Ran…”

“How can I not?! You haven’t liked a single piece of cloth I have shown you?! Please.” 

You frowned, averting your gaze as guilt coursed through your body. 

“Okay. I promise to at least try on the next piece that you give me. But I really am not in the mood to try any more than that… ” You huff, watching the blondes' eyes sparkle as you said your promise.

“Really?!”

You nod, grinning as she looped her arm with yours once more and led you to another store nearby. “I’m sure I can find something for you here.”

“…I really hope it’s not too flashy.”

Matsumoto dismisses your comment with a wave of her hand before ravaging the store of its contents. You glanced around yourself, allowing the fabrics of the many dresses to slide through your fingers as you gently assessed each piece of cloth. You admired the quality of the many garments, the intricate work was commendable, yet incomparable to the insane amounts of work done to perfect Captain haōris… 

Rangiku’s shouts of your name caused you to abruptly lift your head from examining the clothes, your eyes taking in the dress that she held in her hand.

A silky, dark navy blue dress, along with a fluffy ivory shawl covering created the ideal elegant outfit. You gravitated towards Rangiku, impressed by her selection.

“My… This is actually really pretty… I’ll try it on right away.” You grinned from ear to ear at a smug and egotistical Matsumoto, your compliments only fueling her ego. 

“I am truly just the best aren't I?” She beams, and you scoff in response.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

You could hear her loud and exaggerated grunt at your response as you opened the door to the changerooms, hooking the garments onto a hanger.

You squeezed yourself into the fitting silk dress, bewildered at the way it tugged at your body as you straightened it out. It was a fairly long dress, reaching to your ankle with a slit reaching your lower thigh. The cut allowed for easy movement while also retaining elegance, the strapless look showing off your collarbone. 

You called for Rangiku to aid you in zipping up the dress, pondering what jewellery would suit as you waited for her to arrive.

“Oh. My. Goodness! The woman that you are, Y/N…” She gleamed as she showered you with endless compliments, revelling in the fact that her choice was simply perfect . You bashfully giggled, smiling at her as she offered to place the short shawl around your shoulders, clasping it together in front of you. You twirled around, feeling energetic as a buzz of energy flowed throughout you.  

“Now for jewelery. Silver hoops and… a fine chain, short silver necklace… a charm of a small crystal opal heart and you’re set. May even chuck a small, cusped, designer silver bracelet and some simple rings too.” 

You stood astounded at her knowledge in fashion, wondering where she received all this information from. “You have to teach me one day, Ran.”

She grinned at your compliment, her ego fueled by your praise. “Of course, of course, anything for my lady.” Rangiku gave a slight curtsy as she bent her knees and pretended to extend a skirt, your waving hand bashfully dismissing her flattery. 

Now that your dress had been selected, you two were on a desperate hunt to find hers. The issue with her was that unfortunately, everything looked simply gorgeous on her… It was far too difficult to pick. 

You cross your arms as you hold the pieces she fancied against your chest, drifting your eyes from watching Rangiku to the outside of the store as you zoned out. Your eyes unintentionally scanned the area, staring intensely at strangers passing by as you trapped yourself in a haze of thought.

“… Is there a problem?”

You snap back into reality as you realise you had been accidentally zoning out staring at…

Your heart sank in despair and humiliation as you discerned the individual standing in front of you. Blonde hair, a striped hat and a familiar samue in an awfully ugly shade of green pierced your eyes. 

Your throat closed up as you perceived the woman standing adjacent to him, the sight of her dark plum locks in the corner of your eye already causing your frame to freeze up.  

“Ah, hello…No, there is not any problem. Sorry.” You shifted uncomfortably on the spot, unable to bear the sight of your sister. I cannot handle being in her presence here, how will I stand it tonight…

“Would this not just be gorgeous on me?- Oh! Urahara! Yoruichi! How are you two on this fine day?” Matsumoto turned to bring a piece up to you, pausing as she realised who you were standing with. She smoothly cut through your conversation as she extended an arm to greet her comrades. 

“Just fine thank you~ I see you two are shopping for tonight?” Kisuke queried as he looked down at the several piles of clothes in both of your grips 

You both nodded, hardly mustering out a smile. 

“Oh wow, these are just beautiful. May I take a look, Y/N?”

Her voice stung your ears like a million bees at once. The way in which she casually said your name caused your stomach to churn, your breathing hardly keeping steady. 

You stared at the mannequin behind her as you briefly nodded, extending an arm out for her to take the dresses out of your grip.

Why didn't you fight for me?

An uncomfortable silence ensued, occasionally broken by the impressed hums of your sister.

Were you disgusted with me too? 

Her golden eyes sparkled at the sight of your dress, a brief wow escaping her lips as she grazed the soft fabric of the navy blue dress. 

You used to refuse to speak to me?

… 

Why are you speaking to me.

“This one’s simply stunning, it would look lovely on you. Not that the others wouldn’t-“

You took the dresses back as she placed them back in your grip, your movements passive aggressive as you stepped away from the two. You passed the clothes onto Rangiku, excusing yourself from the scene. 

“I have to make a call.”

You left without another word, afraid your enraged self would spurt out some nonsense just as you did all those years ago. 

There are so many questions I want to ask, yet…

I know you’ll never answer.

You fumbled around your pocket to grab your phone, realising that you actually had to pretend you were making a call outside the store. As you skimmed through your contacts, you realised that you really did not speak to many people.

Shunsui… Ran… Hisagi… Shit, why do I literally have no contacts? Gins still there, how sad… Shinji-

You felt a cold shudder run through your spine as you saw the contact. Hirako and you had been… Previously acquainted. A lot more than acquaintances. 

Skipping past your ex-boyfriend's contact, you reach…. 

Aizen.

…

You rang Hisagi.

You turned back to see the three chatting away, occasionally looking back to check on you. You gave a timid smile back as you waited for the phone to ring, cursing the fact that they were standing close enough to hear you talk, though probably not enough to make out what you were saying. 

The line cut to voicemail, several times, almost to the point you considered smashing the phone into the ground.

You knew better than to ring Shunsui and irritate him on his one day off, in fact, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had blocked your number on the weekends…

You turned back once more to see Matsumoto mouth What’s wrong? to you, discerning the two perplexed as to why you hadn’t made your call yet. Hurry. Up!! She mouthed once more before returning to giggling away, her extroverted personality taking over again. 

No choice, I guess. 

,, …Hello?’’

His oddly hoarse voice seemed to indicate he had been resting, his smooth talk rumbling through your phone. You had forgotten what Shinji’s waking voice sounded like… 

“…Hi. Are… Shit!”

Your initial shock from hearing his voice again had caused you to loosen your grip on your phone, the device slipping through your hand and almost smashing on the floor. You fumbled to catch it, humiliated as you bring it to your ear once more. 

A slight chuckle emerged from the phone, his humoured response irking you. 

“What?! I’m just asking if you’re coming to Urahara's shithole tonight.” You grumbled, frustrated that you almost forgot why you two weren’t together anymore. 

,,Interesting use of language, so ladylike..! But anyways, yes, I am.” He stretched, his deliberate groans through the phone causing you to restrain yourself from smashing it. ,,Why? Did you miss me?”

His teasing only caused your rage to heighten, your mouth muttering swears under your breath. I should’ve just called Aizen. 

“No, eugh. How dare you assume that? Selfish as always… I was just asking because… o- o-  the- co- nnect- ion- i- s-”

,,Y/N. Stop faking your connection. You're absolutely shit at it. Just tell me.” 

You sighed, defeated. “Okay. I’m out shopping right now and Urahara and Yoruichi just came up to me and started talking to me and I didn’t want to speak with them due to obvious factors so I faked that I needed to call someone and then I realised - I have nobody to call, right, and I tried to call Hisagi but he didn’t pick up and God forbid I call Aizen so-“

,,I’m sorry, WHAT? Aizen? Did you just say Aizen? As in Aizen Sosuke? Why on earth is he in your contacts?!’’  

Feedback of Shinji shuffling in bed roared through the microphone as he sat up to pay further heed to what you were saying. 

“Oh, it’s just- Hold on, who are you to care about that? None of your business, actually!” You fired back, appalled that he thought he had a right to care.

“Don’t act like you’re in my life anymore, Hirako.” 

You clasped the phone shut before Shinji could spew any more nonsense at you, taking a deep breath before returning back to the store. You felt a wave of relief as you perceived Urahara and Yoruichi leaving the store just as you came back, returning their waves of goodbye timidly back while you headed towards Rangiku.

“Still not over it?”

Cerulean eyes pierced yours before your own looked away, sighing. “Trying, Ran… I know I have a duty to uphold.” You exhale, exasperated whilst she patted your back reassuringly before dissipating into the changerooms. The silky, navy dress spilled through your fingers as you caressed it with your fingers, the satin slightly shining in the store lights.

“Okay, enough sappy talk. Real talk, how does this dress look on me?” Rangiku bursts open from the cubicle, a baby pink, satin dress that fell off her shoulders adorning her. You felt like smashing your head open, how could someone even look this elegant in everything? 

You let out a breathless wow, giggling at her excitement. You take her hand in yours, twirling her around as you both chuckled.

“Jaw dropping. Heart stopping. I feel like a young maiden about to faint from her first lover’s dance.” You jokingly lifted a hand to your forehead, looking away and sighing with your eyes closed as you were blinded by her ethereal sight. Matsumoto laughed breathlessly, smacking your shoulder lightly as she hooked an arm within yours.

“Then we’re set!”

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You finish clipping your silver hoop earring, perceiving a figure in your peripheral vision as you intently stared into the mirror of your bedroom.

“Gorgeous, gorgeous lady… I could even say that.. I would submerge myself into the heavens just for a chance to be reborn as a star to look over you forever…~”

You sharply turned your head back, watching her giggle as you realised she had been scurrying around your old drawers and had found a scuffed leather notebook, playing with its latch as she scanned its contents.

“Matsumoto. Put that down.”

“Oh my… In my next life and thereafter, shall we be born as the birds that sing above or two foxes nestled against one another, I would still promise to devote myself to you, every t-“

You strutted up to her in your silver heels, snatching the book out of her grip before she could continue any further. You cringed at her words, unable to hear them any longer as you slammed the book shut.

“It’s old. And scuffed. And embarrassing.” You groaned, shooting her a glare before finally dumping the book in an opened drawer on your dressing table.  

”Aw, I didn’t know you wrote poetry.. It’s beautiful.”

“Humiliating, I think you mean to say.”

She latched her arm with yours as she rolled her eyes, before you headed to unlock your door and reluctantly drive to Urahara's... Humble abode.

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You two stood before Urahara Shōten, cringing at the nostalgic sight.

“This place looks like it reeks of cat piss.” You comment, noting the several cats scurrying in and out from the store, feeling many golden eyes staring at you through the darkness of the evening.

“I wouldn’t be surprised…” Rangiku adds, shuddering at the sight of the many unnerving felines accompanying the shop.

You chortle at her comment before knocking on the large wooden doors, humming as you wait for the tufts from inside the store to reach closer. Voices bustling and laughing greeted you alongside the vendor himself, dressed… shockingly appropriate for the event.

“Welcome, looking stunning tonight ladies~! Just head downstairs, ‘Kay?” Urahara jested, both of you beaming politely before your heels clacked against the wooden staircase leading to the basement. Your eyes widened at the elegant sight, many round tables adorned with candles and white cloth spilling over their edges, and even a DJ accompanying an empty space on the floor, presumably for dancing… 

“Wow… Kisuke went all out, huh…” Matsumoto commented under her breath, her eyes following the many lilies strewn around the room.

Hisagi was the first to turn and see you, grinning as he walked up towards you alongside Toshiro. The young boy greeted you both, piercing you with his icy eyes as you exchanged meaningless conversation to fill the space.

“Have you seen Hirako’s outfit? It's… something.” Hisagi whispered in your ear as you followed the two to take a seat at a table, waving to Ichigo, Orihime and Rukia atop a table nearby as you took a seat.

“No, please do show…” You grinned, watching Shuuhei’s pointer rise inconspicuously towards a figure at the end of the room, blonde hair spilling down his shoulders…

You stifled a snort, immediately covering your mouth with your palm as you snickered. A green, Lime green … Suit…

“What the… He really tried to embody the Urahara look, huh…” You laugh alongside Hisagi, seeing Matsumoto direct her eyes to the commotion. 

“It seems so. Though he’s… Miserably failed.” Matsumoto rubs her eyes, unable to believe the extremely hideous sight…

As you turned to look at him once more, his head suddenly turned towards yours, his bronze eyes locking with yours as he raised an eyebrow, perplexed. Your face heated from forcing yourself not to laugh or cry, giving a strained smile as you clutched the hem of your dress and turned away sharply. “We just made eye contact. Please shoot me now.”

You looked in desperation towards Hisagi and Matsumoto, Toshiro chuckling as he looked up to see an approaching figure. “Ugh, you’ve done it now. He’s coming towards our table.”

You clenched your teeth and your dress, almost unable to restrain yourself from peeling your face off as you felt a familiar Reiatsu envelop you. “What’s the issue?”

You groaned as you heard his painful voice behind you, struggling to keep a smile on your face.

“Nothing. Truly. Just zoned out.” You mutter between clenched teeth, unamused at his sudden appearance.

“Why? Did the beauty of my garments capture your eye that dearly?” Shinji smirked, chuckling as he teased and rested an elbow atop the back of your chair. 

“No, though I really do admire your boldness. It's a very… interesting colour, per say…” You struggled to not laugh, seeing the lime green coat in all its glory, each look of it breaking your composure further.

“Meaning?”

“You look radioactive, to say the least… It would be greatly appreciated if you remove yourself from my sight, as I feel I will contract radiation poisoning from being around you… My eyes already hurt from how bad it's blinding me.” You chortle at your own unruly comment, watching the others around you cover their humour under their breaths. 

“Thank you, I must say you look stunning tonight as well.” Shinji grinned from ear to ear, savouring your sarcastic compliment and returning one.

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I’ll take it as one. After all, you just admitted I was so beautiful that others are blinded by me~.”

You squint your eyes at him as your face cringed, eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched awkwardly in a tight smile. “Whatever you say Hirako.”

“And... It seems someone else is blinded by you.” Shinji raises an eyebrow, amused yet concerned as you follow his stare to meet an unexpectedly elegant and… idyllic sight.

Slicked back, dark hair shone tenderly in the chandelier lights, the contrast of his chestnut tresses against his pale yet striking features allowing them to radiate, causing your eyes to transfix upon them. A concerningly sharp jawline and placid grin greeted you as you looked up at Aizen, his gaze already fixated on yours. He raised an eyebrow back, his fingers adorning a glass of red wine complementing the dark red undershirt he had on underneath his obsidian blazer. Even after having one eye covered, just the stare of his one other through the single sepia strand spilling onto his face sent chills down your spine.

You instinctively muttered a collegiate hello under your breath, raising your hand to give a reluctant wave. 

His hand rose in response, a small nod and pause ensuing before his bronze hunter eyes averted from your gaze to rise off the back wall and find a refill at the bar nearby. You found yourself dwelling upon the halcyon days of your past, somehow looking for something salient, something tangible within those brooding hazel irises of his.

And albeit their many differences, they still remained tucked close to each other, finding solace in each other's hearts.  

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[ladytoreador]

My party for Curse of Strahd

A few weeks ago we started playing a new D&D campaign, Curse of Strahd with some heavy modifications (curse of strahd reloaded + darkest dungeon homebrew content), and i wanted to introduce the party, known as 5 de Espadas or 5 of swords in english, a tarokka minor card.

Sybilla Wyss is my character: a level 6 Abjurer Wizard. She woke up in a grave in Barovia's cementery with nothing but her name and a misterious monocle that acts both as her arcane focus and her spellbook. She has a big, big scar in the middle of her chest, no memories and no pulse.

Leafy Lovelight is a kind Druid 5/ Cleric 1 that changes moods and appearance with the seasons. We don't know much about him, but he is a VERY good healer and a great person.

Diana Bitterroot is @ladyrunestone's character. A Barbarian Halfling from Waterdeep whose family lost everything with the sinking of the kingdom of Lurien. They settled in Waterdeep and now sell homemade cheese. She is extremely devoted to the cause of erradicating the creatures of darkness.

Emrys Domhall is the cute elf in the bottom left. He is a Fighter with a homebrew subclass that lets him sort of control the wind and calm people with the sound of his magical flute (we are besties).

Drisdhaun Baenreambra is a character with a lot of story. He is a Demon Hunter (hombrew class) Drow who was a slave in Menzoberranzan. Eventually, he got out of there and built a family in a peaceful place by the coast, but the Devil Strahd ended their lives. 50 years later, he was lured to Barovia and found out that his daughter, Trufae, and his wife Tomya are alive. They are both vampire spawn, Tomya one of Strahd's wives and Trufae his adoptive daughter. He is NOT having a good time.

[barneysbigstompers]

I love you calm and peaceful leafy