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rainswept · 11 months ago

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LET TWO EYES BE UNDECEIVED: EXTRA SCENE

900-something words. barely any dialogue.

masterlist | recommended song

𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, but there was once a point when he could not speak. He seldom remembers this time, but a hazy memory slots itself in here and there.

Instead of a parent, or a teacher, or a sibling, the one who had passed down the art of complex language to him was none other than you. A dear friend, a close confidant, a closer enemy still. A liar. A thief, and a damn good one at that, for his heart was yours before he ever fathomed having it in his possession.

The sun is barely up when you awaken, curled up in a makeshift bed of cardboard boxes in an alley beside a bookstore, the cold still gnawing at your skin. You did not remember your dreams, though you can recall reading something that mentioned you had them anyway.

The sky, violet and rose and ebony, is still glittering with the faint remnants of the stars as they are draped in silks by the daylight. The smell of smoke clouds the breeze, cold winter air coaxing steam from the pipes hidden in the city’s maw to turn into fog; Gardemeks clatter and chitter and fill the blanks the rumbling underground leaves, an incessant buzz in your ears you’re never to be rid of; Lyney and Lynette sleep peaceful and still in a little pile. The birds caw from the buildings towering above you, chasing off the last of the night’s darkness hiding in little corners; little corners like the one you’re in, huddled alone and shivering even after the shadows recede.

Lyney’s dreams fill him with hazy thoughts, warmth in his chest, a fluttering heartbeat like a fading star. His fingers twitch against the grimy ground as he sees himself grabbing onto bulle fruit from the highest branches he can reach. It’s paint on a canvas long since burned, history and future charred to bits until they are unrecognizable and mistaken for each other. It’s fuzzy, foggy, distant, reveries of rainbow roses and rivers glinting in the sun. When he tries to ponder, to dig deep and grab onto a memory these visions might lead to, his mind fails him.

He stirs next, when the sun has climbed over the horizon and angled itself to shine right onto his eyelids. It chases away any hope he may have had of grasping onto something solid, daylight quickly flooding in to fill the void of the fading warmth of his dreams; it slips through his fingers like a lingering embrace now pulling away far too fast to comprehend. The last of it fades into the back of his mind, a fleeting thing he’ll likely never think of again.

The pile he’s curled up in lacks your warmth — this is what he feels before he notices you are absent.

Lyney grumbles as he wakes, squinting and immediately moving to bury his face in his sleeve as the dawn light hits his pale eyes. He gives up when he realizes it is a futile fight. He shakes his head to clear it of the sleep-induced fog it is in and blinks his eyes to chase off the last of their bleariness. When the world comes into focus, you are the first thing he sees.

You are as far away from him as possible while still being tucked in the alley — pressed up against the wall, knees pulled up to your chest, head turned away from him as you gaze into the still-blurry distance. If you noticed his waking, you did not comment on it.

The night waves away like Lynette does before he takes the spotlight, sweeping across the stage of the starry sky and making way for the main act. Sunlight, daybreak. At dawn and dusk, the sun is the grand finale, he thinks, but it is expected: this is why only a select few stare at the stars. He is one of them, and you are, too.

He pushes himself up off of the ground, wobbly with the sleepiness the cold had not managed to shake.

Mid-day, the sun is the spotlight for all else; the metal buildings arch into the sky like they’re trying to grasp the light for themselves, as if their reflection of it is not enough. It is enough — he would know, as he has nearly been blinded by them far too many times trying to get a glimpse at what he really wants to see.

The frost-tipped tile snaps back under foot as he sidles up to you, tentative, his coarse coat’s fabric abrasive against the bare skin of your arms. He presses his side against yours, slotting himself there like the two of you were puzzle pieces that nearly fit; he ignores the crucial details, the reality that you do not, and the soft scent of dust that so often envelops you invites him in when he stops thinking about it.

At night, the sun recedes, and everyone cries for an encore they know will come, yet hope for anyway. They can afford extra hope. He cannot. The sun rises every day, sets every night. He relies on this — it is one of the few solid things he can grasp onto. But within that expectation, Lyney recognizes there must be some semblance of hope, too. Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing is a miracle. He cannot spend his time worrying about the extra what if. He wishes he could.

He leans his head on your shoulder.

“Good morning,” he murmurs. He sinks back into himself after; it felt like lead on his tongue. A false promise. That was your staple, not his. It felt odd slipping past his lips instead.

You don’t spare him a glance, and he knows what you are going to say. “Morning.”

so this could sort of be seen as a miniature prologue, but it’s somewhat detached from the story — like i said, an extra scene that i wrote and wanted to keep but couldn’t find a place for in the actual chapters taglist: n/a (open, send an ask)

#⟢ rainswept ⊹#⟢ rainswept: let two eyes be undeceived ⊹#lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #lyney x gender neutral reader #genshin impact lyney #genshin lyney #lyney genshin #—rainswept.#if i steal some of the quotes from this scene for the actual series. no i didn’t

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thatliminal-wanderer · 8 months ago

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“Black Rainbows” by Miracle Musical ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Alba, Amarantha, Amaris, Amaya, Amias, Amitola, Amy, Anjum, Annabelle, Anuenue, Apollo, Archer, Aruna, Asteria, Aurora, Ayla, Badriyah, Basma, Basmah, Belinda, Blackwell, Bogdan, Briar, Brone, Celena, Celeste, Cerys, Chandra, Chandra, Chaos, Crimson, Dade, David, Delores, Dolores, Eros, Esme, Esmeray, Estella, Evelyn, Gray/Grey, Guinevere, Hala, Hannie, Hina, Ibtisam, Iridiana, Iris, Jabari, Jabez, Jocasta, Jonathan, Layla, Lennon, Leo, Lolita, Luan, Luna, Lyra, Mabel, Mahogany, Malachi, Manzat, Mara, Midnight, Mona, Muskaan, Nekane, Nesta, Niji, Nikini, Noelani, Noir, Nova, Nyx, Obsidian, Orion, Ozul, Perdita, Phoebe, Rainbeau, Ricmod, Rue, Salem, Seren, Serena, Shadow, Simon, Starla, Stella, Theodore, Tristezza, Tristian, Uenuku, Umbra, Vesper, Vespera, Vidhuhas, Whisper, Zorion

Pronouns

ae/aem/aers, amor/amors, astro/astros, beach/beaches, black/blacks, blue/blues, blush/blushes, char/charcoal/charcoals, clear/clears, color/colors, dark/darks, deep/deeps, draw/draws, eros/eros, gloom/glooms, gray/grays, green/greens, hue/hues, indigo/indigos, ink/inks, joy/joys, letter/letters, light/lights, lost/losts, lunar/lunars, luv/luvs, maroon/maroons, mid/midnight/midnights, moon/moon, navy/navys, night/nights, orange/oranges, other/others, purple/purples, rain/bow/rainbows, ray/rays, red/reds, sand/sands, sha/shadow/shadows, shade/shades, sorrow/sorrows, star/stars, stella/stellas, tree/trees, yellow/yellows, ⭐️/⭐️s, 🌅/🌅s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌌/🌌s, 🌙/🌙s, 🌠/🌠s, 🌴/🌴s, 🎼/🎼s, 🏝️/🏝️s, 👥/👥s, 🖌️/🖌️s, 🖤/🖤s, 🦋/🦋s, 🩶/🩶s

Titles

The Black Rainbow, The One Colored In Black, The One Who Draws The Rainbows, The One of Dimly Lit Colors, The Rainbow of Dark Hues, The Song of Sorrowful Love, The Stella Octangula, [prn] Who Paints With Darkness, [prn] Who Saw You Smile

Genders

Acilnerae, Blackrainbic, Blacksandgender, Dizzlovesickic, Fogibeachnightic, Galaxyfate, Genderdoomed, Ghostenamoric, Gloomyrainbowgender, Hawaii:partIIalbumic, Limitifuzreatic, Lovesickthing, Moonbowin, Novaity, Pastrasea, Pazazsuan, Phosmoceanlianl, Plageneigegender/Plagetempêtegender, Rainobsidicrysic, Starryseagender, Stellstallum, Thalassyrean, Tidepullene, Umbrainbowgender, Vitalssence/Sinnisous

Other mogai

Alderainbow, Alderblacksand, Alderbleedic, Alderstarpil, Assigned Star at Birth/AStrAB /Assigned Starling at Birth/AStgAB /Assigned Starlight at Birth/AStlAB, Darkwarmgreyvesil, Detherealaestelic, Grey Omninoun, Pink Omninoun, Rainbowvior/Rainbowalius/Rainbowperspesque, Red Omninoun, Star Omninoun, Starperspesque, Void Omninoun, 🌈 Omninoun

#id pack #npt suggestions #name suggestions #name list #name ideas #npt #title ideas #title suggestions #pronoun suggestions #pronoun list #gender list #gender suggestions #mogai list #mogai suggestions #mogai blog #mogai #black rainbows #miracle musical #hawaii part ii

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raihann1 · 10 days ago

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LAUGHING JACK WITH A PROMPT THATS NOT ON THE LIST BUT IM HOPING YOU CAN STILL DO THIS

CHRISTMAS COOKIE BAKING/DECORATING

˚ ༘ ೀCHRISTMAS COOKIE BAKING/DECORATING W/ LAUGHING JACKˎˊ˗🍪🎄

NOTES: Thanks for requesting anon! I had a lot of fun writing this lol ----------------------------

Laughing Jack and Y/N stumbled into the kitchen of Slendermansion, the air thick with the scent of gingerbread and the faint sound of Christmas carols playing from a distant radio. The room was a disarray of sugar, flour, and a rainbow of sprinkles scattered across the countertops. "This is going to be a disaster," Jack mumbled, eyeing the recipe book with the same enthusiasm one would reserve for a root canal.Y/N looked around, bewildered. "Why do we have to do this?" They had lost a bet to Laughing Jill, and she had conveniently claimed to be "terribly sick," leaving them to bake the Christmas cookies. The sight of the pink aprons with delicate laces brought a grimace to their faces. Jeff's laughter still echoed in their minds; he had clearly picked them out with their humiliation in mind.Jack grabbed the mixing bowl with a sigh. "First things first, we need to preheat the oven," he said, squinting at the instructions. "But how do you do that?" Y/N looked equally lost, the book in their hands held upside down as they tried to make sense of the words. The aprons looked ridiculous on them, the color clashing with Jack's usual attire of shadows and Y/N's more subdued palette.Jack shrugged and cranked the oven dial a bit too hard, sending it to the highest setting. "That should do it," he said with a smirk, ignoring the smoke that began to rise from the appliance. They had no idea how to bake, let alone create a batch of cookies that would be edible, let alone festive.Y/N picked up the cookie cutters, their eyes widening as they saw the shapes of a Santa hat, Christmas tree, an elf, and a star. The idea to use them on the sticky dough brought a twisted smile to Jack's face. "Why don't we make one look like BEN Drowned?" he suggested, pointing at the elf cookie cutter. Y/N chuckled, the absurdity of the situation breaking the tension. They had both encountered BEN Drowned, the creepy ghostly entity from the haunted cartridges, and the idea of turning a whimsical elf into a nightmare was too perfect. They began rolling out the dough, taking sadistic pleasure in shaping the elf's distorted features.While they laughed over their macabre creation, Ben, who had been silently watching from the corner of the room, visibly paled. His eyes bulged, and the camera feed showed a silent scream as he realized what they were doing. His torment was their entertainment, a twisted form of Christmas spirit.The cookies were finally ready to be placed in the oven, and Jack, with a dramatic flourish, slid the tray inside. They set the timer, the digits flashing in a sickly green glow. The kitchen grew quiet, except for the occasional crackle from the oven. The anticipation was palpable, like the scent of burning sugar that began to fill the room.When the timer dinged, Jack pulled out the tray with a pair of oven mitts that looked suspiciously like the hands of one of the Proxies. The cookies were charred, the edges blackened and bubbled. They had clearly overcooked them. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the sight, the tension of the day breaking as they realized just how terrible their cooking skills were

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OMG AM MAKING ANOTHER PART CAUSE IT WAS TOO LONG 👿

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fandom #laughing jack #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you

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sofiasfanartcollection · 11 months ago

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and for a moment all was soft and quiet

(Close-ups and a thumbnail sketch and a process pic)

Wanted to sketch and paint something of what I imagine a pocket dimension Hypno can access through his hat and jacket looks like

This is where he keeps his rabbits and doves in my headcanon :]

Drew some New Zealand plants including: pōhutukawa trees, a kauri tree, and r��rahu (ferns). There’s also bioluminescent mushrooms (not based on a specific species).

There’s stars reflected in the water but not in the sky. The water doesn’t always reflect what is visible. It can reflect the past or inner realities or illusions. Might want to play around with that idea if I draw this place again.

(Keep reading for some ramblings about Hypno’s powers)

some headcanons, mostly about Hypno's powers

-- Hypno can use his mystic powers to recreate any magic trick from his old routines. Basically anything he could do with magic tricks (that he still remembers how to do), he can now do for real and sometimes at a grander scale. (For example: he could make small animals and objects disappear into his hats, now he can make people and buildings disappear into his hats and they would end up in his pocket dimension.) He could also add more to his repertoire if he learns how to do the magic trick practically first.

Judging by what I’ve seen in the show and what he says he can do, Hypno can: summon doves, rabbits, razor rings, wands that turn into knives?, and cards; transform physical objects into flowers; make objects and people disappear into his hats; presumably saw people in half and put them back together again; hypnotize people to follow a command; and teleport (going to headcanon that it’s just for short distances though.)

--It would be fun to add: never-ending rainbow handkerchiefs and maybe coins from behind people’s ears, and some more card tricks like cards teleporting through things (also I really like Ollie’s idea that he uses cards as shields!) Maybe he can make people and objects float and predict what people write down or draw in a specific notebook too.

--The words he uses aren’t magic (except for when he had Houdini’s journals that is), they just help him focus and are a habit. Of course it’s for show too.

--The fashion montage illusion seems like something different than his usual powers. My headcanon is that it was the result of a spell he found instructions for (among mystic objects from the store Warren got that crystal from), and he created it using some water from the pocket dimension. However, after using the spell, and after the whole Battle Nexus New York happened, he returned to the pocket dimensions to find one of the islands (not one pictured above) was charred and damaged. He assumed that taking something from the pocket dimension to use in the spell had caused the destruction and decides to not try that again. He decides to stick with the abilities that come naturally to his mystic power. (I’m going with the idea that casting spells/manipulating magic comes with some kind of terrible cost or danger in the ROTTMNT universe. For example, Draxum’s spell taking them into Splinter’s mind was potentially dangerous.)

[I wanted to think about the limits to Hypno’s powers (since he really does seem to be potentially overpowered) so that's part of why I'm coming up with the headcanons that he has to know how to do the trick practically, and that he won't create a spell like the fashion montage illusion again (with him not wanting to risk damaging the pocket dimension again.) Of course, in the show what seems to keep him from being too overpowered and too much of a threat to the turtles is that he often gets his magic turned against him and isn't as malicious and focused as some of the other villains.]

Edit: (wanted to add another thought) I’m not sure who came up with this, but I’ve heard a theory that part of the reason why Mikey is so powerful with his mystic abilities is because he is open with his emotions. Mystic powers do seem to be connected to emotions in the show. What if that’s part of the reason Hypno is so powerful too? He does seem to be pretty open with his emotions (thinks back to when I was looking through screen shots to redraw, such a wide range of expressions: rage and terror and confusion and grief and guilt and joy etc. I mean what happened in Warren and Hypno Sitting in a Tree would be an emotional roller coaster for sure.)

#sofia’s art #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise hypno #hypno potamus #my headcanons #playing around with the idea that there is a mystical being that lives in the pocket dimension—an illusion beast #hypno sometimes can sense that there is some sort of presence in the pocket dimension #other than his rabbits and doves and pigeons #it tailors the pocket dimension to be a haven for its visitors #the pocket dimension is a little like the cruise ship inside the mystic orb—>#<—staying too long can lead to forgetting about life outside #the illusion beast doesn't want to trap people there for good though just to encourage frequent visits #it’s lonely and eager to encounter real people-though it wouldn’t admit that-it’s tired of only having illusions for company #maybe I could design and draw the illusion beast some time

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year ago

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Writeblr Positivity Tag

I was not technically tagged by @winterandwords but I'm still grabbing it from the open tag, and leave it as such :)

1. What motivates you to write?

If I don't do it, no one else will write what I want to see.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Gonna pick the lines that finished a 300k words project spread over 2 novels and 2 novellas :D

“But are you?” he asked after a moment, a hint of uncertainty on his face. “Happy, I mean. Is this how you imagined it?” Merridy looked from the airy, creme-white curtains to the shimmering rainbow glass shards, and out the window, where in the distance the ocean sparkled in the sun. She raised her gaze to Damien, his eyes fixed on her as if nothing else mattered. “No,” she whispered. “It’s better.”

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

We all know how obsessed I am with Damien, but another char that makes me happy is Riordan. I mean — how could a char I introduced as "fancy boots" not make me smile?

Between all the sad guys and tragic backstories, he's just happy and kind (and a bit naive and rude :D), with a nice family, a good life and some fun quirks. He's absolutely the friend Merry and Damien needed.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Finishing. Finishing a chapter. Finishing a book with the last little piece fallen into place. Finishing formatting. Just. Being done with something. I am constantly haunted by the fear my interest might vanish before I am done, so being done is... awesome.

Also then I get to make my friends cry then, so that's that.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Sadness :)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Writing can be so very lonely. Spending hours upon hours putting silly little words into a silly little document, no I can't show you anything because I am not done, but listen to me talk about my char you don't know so you don't understand anything about what I am saying.

But here, we all understand the struggle and share the excitement.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Uh. Nothing really exists. I used to write in txt files, now I am in google docs so I can share more easily, which means I have at least a basic spell check now (which is nice, but also no google, I'm not talking about his sons.)

I guess InDesign (some shitty version from 2007) and Calibre are closest - I use them to format my books for printing and as ebook. Calibre is a rock star. InDesign is also the only program I've found so far that correctly fixes straight quotation marks in existing text when pasting in.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I am a sucker for tying all stories together in some way — recurring characters and places through standalone books, stuff like that. A lot of it is conveniently put on the back of the Order of Fire. It's an order dedicated to gathering and preserving knowledge. They have citadels all over the place, they need scientists, scholars, mercenaries and housekeeping staff, they can connect people from different parts of the world when I need it.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I don't know. There's so many reasons for a "rough patch", and every single one requires different advice. For example, "take a break" would be the worst thing I could do right now.

Your story is worth it. Only you can write it. Yes, even if it takes time. Yes, even if similar ones exist. Yes, even if it contains unpopular tropes. Yes.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I have a list of my fav works here and I appreciate everyone who ever read my stuff and left a like or comment 💜

But as for support, @alittlewhump @verkja and @starlit-hopes-and-dreams are single(triple)handedly keeping my sanity up. I've found my people in more than one way, and I will stick to you like chewing gum you stepped into. I love you.

Template below the cut:

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

#salad-tag #fun fact: the developer of calibre is also the developer of the terminal emulator I use #kitty ftw #I do think that line will be edited a bit once I get to it #*looks at calendar and sweats*#but for now

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dizazter-dragoon · 9 months ago

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nectarine and key lime for you and Keigo 💚

nectarine: do you and your F/O live together? If so, what does your living space look like?

I admit- our apartment doesn't seem like much at first. The walls are a plain bright white, flooring is that pale grey fake hardwood, even the furniture is all neutral. All in order to let the stones shine. I have display cases of minerals and crystals, that cast rainbows across the apartment when the sky is clear. Keigo jokingly calls it my 'hoard', but honestly half of my collection is from him! The sea-glass suncatcher on the balcony is made completely from pieces he brought me back from his missions. (At first we jokingly call them the Courtship Cases and the dumb nickname just stuck ^^;)

key lime: how would you describe your self-ship’s aesthetic?

Black and Gold: A black night filled with glittering gold stars. Charred pottery held firm by metallic lacework. We've both been burned in the past, have a little more darkness in our past- and we've both risen out of those ashes stronger.

#selfship: vincenza x keigo #selfship: fenici #zaz selfship #zaz ask game

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nancyqueerler · 2 years ago

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1) COLORS/FLUFF - RONANCEDAILY'S APPRECIATION WEEK!

Robin lay strewn across the white parchment, arms tossed out, her stomach rising, falling. Strokes of reds, purples, yellows, blues, and greens lit up her body, like flat fireworks that stretched with the stars—her freckles. Cracked, dried splotches. Her fingertips were smudged pieces, that ugly hue of a rainbow all chewed up, prints where they dragged. Eleven red footprints east of her hips stood Nancy Wheeler on a latter, hair slicked with a spectrum of bright streaks, tied into a fluff that sat right at the stem of her neck. Between bandaged fingers was a long brush, golden, a strip of sunlight cut on its length, designing a crimson rose at the center of a burning sun.

A bead of sweat trickled from the thicket of Nancy's dampened hair, caught in the coils that stuck to her forehead. Moister sucked her white tank to her skin, cargo pants a hotbox for her legs. Which meant that she was ready to sink through the wall and live within the painting slashed across her wall, blinding starbursts.

The sun was her favorite, that big flaming circle. It burnt something in her, the side of her brain, sweetly like the smother of summer. Pleasant.

"Babe," mumbled a voice, Robin's drowsy slur. "You've been staring at the sun long enough to go blind. Come over here."

Nancy contemplated the rose for a moment longer, then nodded as she descended the latter. Her eyes were staring to pulse strangely in their sockets.

She sunk down on her hands and knees, lolling her head, finally dropping it on Robin's outstretched arm. She smelt of precipitation and paint, mixed with that natural honey of hers that Nancy always appreciated at night. The paper wrinkled underneath them, each movement a crackle of wrinkling parchment.

The room was glowing around them, a hollowed out orange or pumpkin, lit by a flashlight. Short vibrations rippling beneath the floorboards, alive with the world as it moves because she and her are just two splinters in the trunk of an oak. Heartbeats, kaleidoscope bodies, chromatic rhythms. A mural caught in the setting dusk, tree branches bearing the sun with the rose, and at the base, charred black eats up the wall. Robin had said that it was very melancholic, the way it devoured the undergrowth and the sky, reaching up at the sun.

"I like it," Nancy had said, and Robin had smiled like she always did; sloppily, lazing her head like a lovesick dog. So they let the black eat everything.

Nancy kissed Robin's shoulder, tearing her eyes off the mural, gazed up into her eyes. How terribly beautiful she was here, lethargic but still grinning. Her hair was a mess, streaked by Nancy's hands earlier, blazing orange and yellow from when she was painting the sun.

"You look beautiful," she said to Robin, kissing her collarbone this time.

"You look like a god," said Robin, bringing her hands to Nancy's waist, pulling her on top so she could straddle her hips.

Nancy leaned on Robin's thighs as a backrest, hands locked together. She smiled: A god. She liked that, being a god. Fingerprints of a girl littered across her body, red-red-blue-yellow. She tilted her head and saw the black, saw the world being eaten, and she decided that playing god felt good.

"A god, hm?" Nancy hauled Robin up by the arms, traced her hands up hers until they could cradle Robin's pretty, stained freckles. There their lips hovered, breaths on each other's skin like the temptations of destruction.

"Pray, then."

Destruction tasted delightful.

This took a turn I didn't expect, but here it is :) my first contribution to ronancedaily's ronance week! I liked how this turned out, actually.

#ronanceweek #ronancedaily #ronance #heron's writing #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

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betweenthetimeandsound · 2 years ago

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--based on the turmeric prompt for @writeblrcafe

Who let these wings unfold, bits of beige and gray, only bound to fly in the darkest of places deluding myself that light will come for me?

Why couldn't I be one of them-- those who take in all the colors of the rainbow with a flap of wings, those who glimmer without the need to shout out their existence from a charred throat?

The pupa disintegrates on the branch; my moth metamorphosis shaking off the last remains of a putrid shell, sinking into the frost-tinged earth.

Nothing stops the winter from coming-- except if I fly towards the sun. A star which fades faster than I desired, falling down towards oblivion with its bloodied streaks and scarlet shadows.

So, unfurl these beige wings, if the world demands it.

I will still fly towards the flames, even if they consume me. --Elda Mengisto

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #writeblrcafe #wcprompt #moth metamorphosis #existential #nighttime #moth #wings #sunrise #fire #beige

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starsmuserainbow · 5 months ago

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Saw "what made you pick your url" on my dash, and, hahaha, very funny. As if I have any proper explanation - or am entirely happy - with my url.

With the urls of my sideblogs (not counting my sidemulti bc that was already a url I picked bc I couldn't think of anything), I had reasons even if they felt obvious, I could have answered sth (though I wouldn't be reblogging a post like that anyway most likely). Here, though? Oof. I'm naming myself star and I like all colors so also rainbows, that's all there is. It's too long, it doesn't feel quite as easy to remember as I'd have liked it, it feels 'clunky' and very much not elegant and, I don't know what else.

I simply don't have anything better/else. And I also feel like I'm so so so picky about urls if I'd get offered any (say if an anon comes to me now and messages me to suggest some - you're welcome to try but please don't be offended or surprised or sth if I'm not taking it), I'd probably not pick anything because nothing will quite feel right, like ever.

What do you think why I always use the same name in all games and platforms all the time? I'm used to "starfirechan" or "starfire", and she's still the char I'd name if anyone asks me to spontaneously name one favourite, probably, yes, but also, I'm just really really bad at thinking of words/names like that and actually finding something I like. If I wouldn't have a thing to default to, making chars or accounts or whatever would take me forever only for the reason of finding a name.

#✫ Out of Characters ✫ | OOC #also I kinda neihter wanna 'give up' star nor rainbow for my url so really how much can I shorten it then #I do have some rainbow-y elements on my theme too which i don't wanna give up so one more reason to not give up the rainbow part of name

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hailtothemightystarwarrior · 11 months ago

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The Star Warrior Nutcracker Ch. 6: Friends Or Foes

When tiff pushed the final branch aside, the others gasped. Before them was a waterfall, pouring a rainbow of colors into the lake below the colors fell beside each other so evenly that it was as if a rainbow had melted atop a cliff

“Welcome to rainbow falls,”tiff announced

“Amazing,” adeleine whispered

“Cool!” ribbon squeaked

“I’ve always heard of this place,” metaknight grinned, “but I’ve never seen it myself”

tiff’s smile disappeared when he looks around “not amazing as it used to be”

The lake was surrounded by charred wood and run-down buildings that appeared to have once stalls

“This use to be a trader’s exchange,” tiff explained “people would come from all over the land of dreams to trade all kinds of things. When daroach took over, they start selling stuff on the black market. That’s how we got our weapons and supplies. daroach must’ve found out and had the sqeakers ransack the place”

“So much for supplies,” adeleine sighed

“Let’s look around,” metaknight declared. Maybe the squakers left some things behind”

tiff shrugged “couldn’t hurt”

adeleine put her hand to her grumbling tummy “any chance there might be food here?”

“How does the rainbow water taste?” ribbon asked, leaning over the lake and making a ripple with her hand

“We won’t recommend it,” tiff warned “liquefied rainbow taste sweet”

kirby suddenly flinched and glanced over his shoulder “poyo?”

“what” tiff replied

adeleine spun around. “Did you want something, metaknight?”

The nutcracker tilted his head “No”

tiff shrieked and pulled out her whip. “Who pinched me?!”

ribbon screamed “Somebody pulled my dress! kirby, are you doing this?”

Kirby is all the way over here “How could I have possibly…?”

She was cut off as a head popped out of the lake and cried, “BOO!”

kirby yelped and fell backwards. The figure emerged fully from the water, completely drenched in rainbow. ribbon grabbed kirby while metaknight and tiff made their weapons ready.

“What is it?!” ribbon gasped “a swamp creature?”

The figure shook the rainbow water, revealing nothing there.

“No!” adeleine squeaked “It’s a ghost!”

They heard a laugh where the rainbow creature once was. Slowly a golden squeaker with a red scarf and shades, clutching his stomach. He was laughing Along with a fairy who strongly resembles a paintbrush. She has peach skin on her face and hands, pink blush, blue eyes,Her rainbow hair, has a pink body adorned with a red brooch,

However the only silent character who is amused at the joke is a gray body that looks like metaknight but in crimson sabatons, and His mask is essentially the same as metaknight's, although it shows a large scar-like scratch on its left side.

“HA! HA! HA! You all should’ve seen the looks on your faces! it’s is like the oldest trick in The Book!” the gold squeaker mocked, wiping a tear. “Oh man, I haven’t had this much fun in months!”

“Who are you?” metaknight demanded, raising his sword

“Whoa, whoa, easy there, buddy!” the joking rat exclaimed, holding up his paws “I was just fooling around, metaknight! No need to get hasty on me!”

He raised an eyebrow “How’d you know my name?”

The gold squeaker chap hesitated for a second. “Everybody knows who you are. You were engaged to the fairy queen before daroach banished you and turned you into a nutcracker”

tiff scrutinized him “How do know all that?”

Gold squeaker shrugged. News travels so fast. Now, as to who I am, The name’s spinni”

“Who’d you do that?” ribbon asked in wonder “Turn invisible, I mean”

Spinni turned to the dark reflection“My buddy here was an invisibility cloak. Those who live in the Mirror world has the power of invisibility like glass. And elline here helps out with her camouflage by the powers of her painting skills.” spinni said laughing with elline ”Anyway I couldn’t help but overhear that you folks were looking for food”

He turned around to reveal a gray sack on his side. He slipped it off, opened it and Adeleine gasped at the variety of sweets, above the rumble in her belly.

“Go on, take your pick,” spinni beckoned “strawberry shortcake? Chiffon? tiramisu? Tarts? custard pudding? fresh macaroons?, choux creme? cookies?”

“Hold on!” tiff shouted, slapping adeleine’s hand before she can reach the sack. “We shouldn’t be taking from strangers! Especially this one!”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play innocent, squeaker! Thought I wouldn’t recognize you, huh? You’re that spy we caught last week!”

“Oh, right,” spinni said, smiling nervously as he shuts his bag up. “I forgot about that”

Silver pulled Iris back and moved his sword closer to the spy. “Does he work for daroachl?”

“we’re not spies” elline insisted

“You were snoopin’ around the orchard at cappy town!”tiff declared “No doubt trying to find our hideout! Ya know what his excuse was? she was lookin’ for his sister!”

“I was only looking for my sister!”

“A likely story! If that’s all ya wanted, why you run away? Had to tell your boss what you found out, eh?”

“Of course I ran away! You punks were about to skewer me with your weapons! I really was looking for my sister!” she sighed sadly “She was captured by the the squeaks”

Adeleine looked at the spy sympathetically. “What’s your sister’s name?”

“claycia,”replied elline with a sniff. “When those squeakers invaded rainbow falls, we got separated. When I couldn’t find her, I Could only assume the squeakers had taken her”

“That’s so sad” ribbon said with a frown

“Oh come on, It’s a bunch of lies!” tiff said, cracking her whip. “Tell the truth, or you’re gonna have to answer to betsy here!”

“Wait!” adeleine exclaimed “I think their is telling the truth!”

“How would you know?”

he looked at the resistance leader solemnly “If my little brother was ever in trouble, I would be just as upset as elline”

Tiff glanced between the two, unsure of how to respond. metaknight was just as wary.

“Can you prove that you’re not a spy?” he asked spinni

“Well, I’m offering you food, aren’t I?” he replied, taking a cookie out of his pack and biting into it. “See?” no poison or anything. Now are you guys hungry or what?”

Tiff scowled “I know that trick! Eating the only treat that isn’t poisoned to make us eat the ones that are! You’re gonna have to alot better than that!”

“How about this?” hollered a voice from above

The looked up to see adeleine at the top of the waterfall. metaknight glanced back at his side to verify that she was no longer there and then back up to where she was now

adeleine, what are you doing?!”

The black haired girl closed her eyes and let herself fall. Everybody gasped and shrieked

“adeleine, are you crazy?!” tiff shouted, rushing with the others to the bottom of the waterfall

But before they could get under her, the so-called spies caught her in his arms, a panicked look on both of elline and spinni’s face. adeleine opened her eyes and smiled

“Like the resistance leader said,” spinni huffed “Are you crazy?!”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, “But I’ve just proved that you’re on our side”

tiff and metaknight's mouths fell open as the dark soldier lowered adeleine to the ground

“Well, uh…” she stammered

“I…I guess you’re in the clear,” the nutcracker said “anybody working for daroach would’ve let her fall”

elline sighed in relief “Well then, now that’s settled with…” he opened his sack “Who wants some lunch?”

“WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!” daroach hollered, slamming a fist next to the bowl of water in front of misty smoke

“It’s just as i said,” drawcia calmly, “as I had said when you first asked us about your bell: this bell will undoubtedly corrupt the soul, but will show an alternative path beyond control”

daroach folded his arms “and that means what, exactly?!”

She rolled her eyes, her patience wearing as thin paper as his “Magical amulets tend to have minds of their own, especially your bell. It’s connected to the randomness of the universe and is drawn to random events, such as those that often lead to one’s destiny”

The squeak king glanced down at his bell. “So what you’re saying is that when this thing glowed, it was pointing to my destiny?”

paintra shrugged “Most likely”

He blink as he stared off into space “Then adeleine…”

It was drawcia’s turn to blink “Excuse me?”

He lifted the bell “Her brooch. I was glowing too. Hers and mine… they connected”

The witch sisters’ eyes widened “Oh, dear”

“What do you mean ��oh dear?’ what do you know?”

drawcia gulped “Well…it is possible that adeleine’s brooch isn’t that different from yours. I mean dreams are often associated with…”

The witches trailed off and glanced down at their feet. daroach narrowed his eyes at them

“What?”

“Oh nothing,” she said quickly. “It’s just a silly thought”

He grabbed the front of their dresses “TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW!”

“Alright, alright! I think her brooch is connected with yours because dreams is often associated with… caring for somebody

He raised an eyebrow “Meaning?”

“You know” she winced, afraid of what she was about to say that would made him explode “Love” they both said

He dropped the two “LOVE?! With that her…me…her and me…are you messing with me?!”

“It’s all just a theory! Forget we said anything!”

“Good!”

He huffed as he stomped out of their cell. “Me! Master of the squeakers! Love! Bah! The very idea!”

Yet as he slammed the door, the sweet girl’s face came to mind again. The way she looked at him… Nobody had ever looked at him that way before. So sympathetically, so caring, so…

He looked down at his hands and chest. He could still feel the tingle from her soft hands running over his burns. She hadn’t shuttered his paws and chest when she touched him. He closed his eyes and sighed at the memory of her soft touch and her sweet motherly like tone. Soon he imagined those hands touching his face, her beautiful eyes gazing into his as she leaned forward and…

He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see a squeaker standing awkwardly at the cell door. daroach blushed for a moment and then scowled

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, SCUMBAG?!

The squeaker stood upright and didn’t say anything further

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” daroach huffed, stomping away

He reached the throne room and began pacing, thinking about what had passed between him and the young girl. Were the witch sisters telling the truth? Was his bell really leading him to his destiny? Was the brooch doing the same for adeleine? If their necklaces were pulling them towards each other, did that mean…?

daroach shook his head. “Absurd! I’m the King of the squeaks! Love And Great Power don’t mix! Neither do girls and squeakers!”

He paused and tapped his chin “Then again, that brooch’s power did seem awfully violent for a brooch. Chaotic even. And the girl wearing it…”

No woman had ever been to get the best of him like that. Twice now, she had done so. Sure, she had that brooch protecting her, but no doubt she was channeling its power. After all, it only seemed to really do its job when she got upset. He still wasn’t quite sure how her brooch could repel him yet be drawn to him at the same time. It didn’t make a lick of sense.

“Then again,” he said grinning slightly, ”what’s the point is there in all this making sense?”

Seeing his telescope perched on the windowsill, he looked through it and scouted the land. He spotted the nutcracker’s party at the rainbow falls, having a picnic lunch with his spies. He chuckled as he watched his minions making splendid progress in his plan already. Then his eye fell upon adeleine and everything else was forgotten. He focused on her face, glowing as she smiled. He couldn’t help but smile too as her silky, black hair shimmered in the sunlight and her brown eyes sparkled

She was like an angel: so innocent, so pure, so beautiful, so perfect….

The list went on forever, and he found he could not take his eye off of her. Warmth welled up inside his chest with every second he watched her. This warm feeling is like a rainbow blossoming in his heart. All he could think about was what it would be like to have her here, in his arms, to be allowed to run his finger through her hair

He shook himself back to his senses. Why was he thinking like this? So what if the girl was pretty? So what if the mere sight of her made him feel all warm and giddy inside? That didn’t mean he…

He shook his head again. No, it wasn’t like that. He just… had an inexplicable need to have her near. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much he wanted her right then and there.

Then he wondered what he would do with her once she was here and the brooch had been removed from her. He could make her his own personal maid, so that she would always be near and he could look at her whenever he wanted. Heck, As his slave he could do whatever he wanted with her, even hold her close and…

For the hundredth time that day, he shook his head wildly. What had put that thought into his own head?

The whole matter was making his head spin in confusion. All he knew was that he couldn’t wait any longer to have the girl. He looked back through the telescope and saw the group had packed up their picnic and started on their way again. He focused on his spies, who were looking very nervous.

“You better not fail me,” daroach muttered as he turned his attention back to adeleine. “I want her now”

spinni tried his best to hide his guilt from the others. So far, things had been going smoothly. Elline hadn’t expected Adeleine to jump off a cliff, but catching her had been enough to gain the group’s trust. kirby seemed particularly enraptured by spinni’s stories and kept asking him to demonstrate his friends’ powers, which wowed ribbon and adeleine as well. Even the nutcracker seemed to be won over by him.

However, It was tiff that still had her suspicions. spinni cursed himself for forgetting his run-in with the resistance leader last week. He kept giving him wary looks, thinking about those spies who are going to stab them in the backs at any second.

What bothered spinni most about the rebel that he was right.

He glanced at the brooch around adeleine’s Neck. the sooner he got this over with, the better.

“Say, Lass” spinni said casually. “that ‘s a nice brooch you’ve got there. Where’d you get it?

He reached out to touch it, only for adeleine to swat his hand away

“I’m Sorry” the black haired girl said apologetically. “It’s just…I don’t want you to get hurt”

spinni blinked “Why?”

“What’s it to ya?” tiff Demanded

“I was just curious. That’s all”

“Aw, go ahead and tell him” ribbon said brightly. It’s not like he can steal it anyway”

metaknight shrugged “ribbon has a point”

“Well,” adeleine sighed, “I don’t know why it does this, but every time somebody touches it, they’ll get hurt”

“It has some kind of magic,” metaknight Explained, “magic that daroach wants. That’s why he’s been trying to kidnap adeleine. She’s the only one who can take it off”

spinni pretended to be surprised. “Whoa! You’re telling me the squeak king is after you because of that brooch? That must be tough. Are you sure you want to keep it?”

“I can’t just throw it away,” adeleline said, gently touching the pendant. “Whatever daroach wants it for, it must be for something awful. I can’t let him have it”

“But to have the squeak king after you all the time… you sure you can handle something like that? spinni said. “Here’s an idea! How about you let someone else wear it? Someone tough, someone fearless, someone who can handle an evil overlord? some one like… I don’t know. Me?

He reached for the brooch again this time tiff came between them

“Why would you wanna wear the brooch?” She asked cautiously. Now don’t tell me you want the squeak king chasing you!”

“Hey, I’m just saying i can handle him,” spinni said nonchalantly “I don’t know why you wanna put this Little lady in danger like this”

“The brooch protects her! She won’t stand a chance against daroach if she takes it off!”

“But he won’t want her anymore if she doesn’t have the brooch

Elline bit her lip as she said this, knowing that wasn’t true

“She’s Keeping it on!” Tiff exclaimed “End of discussion!”

“Okay, okay!” spinni replied ”just chill out!”

He turned away and groaned. Some much for that tactic

Adeleine, anxious to break the tension, gently pushed tiff aside

“So why don’t you tell us about your sister?” adeleine asked to elline

Elline looked up in surprise. Then she figured “opening up” would get them more on her side

“Claycia?” she said smiling softly “well, she’s not really my sister…”

“I knew it!” tiff grunted

“Let me finish! See, She found me a few years ago in the woods. Neither of us had families, so she took me under her wing. Since Then, We’ve considered ourselves sisters”

Elline looked at Adeleine with wide eyes “you have siblings?”

Adeleine frown suddenly “i don’t have siblings, i’m a orphan”

Elline stopped her tracks “say what?”

“Daroach shrank her” metaknight explained

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! You mean to tell me she's from the land of the giants?” spinni asked

Spinni and elline genuinely wanted to know, a daroach had not told her where the young girl was from.

“Um, I Guess,” adeleine uttered “is that what you call it?”

Elline snickered. “So..so you used to be…” she flew upward about fifty feet. “This high?!”

“uh…I think?”

Oh…oh, boy! The golden squeaker laughed with elline as she returned to the ground. “No wonder the squeak king shrank ya! Why could’ve just stepped on him,” sprinni brought his paw firmly down on a twig, “and he would’ve been snapped like a twig!”

Ribbon and Kirby giggled while metaknight chuckled.

“I mean just imagine him writhing in agony and going: ‘help me, help me!’ in a teeny little voice!”

“That’s horrible!” adeleine insisted, though she couldn’t help but laugh along with them

“Well, it would’ve served him right!” adeleine nodded. “We probably wouldn’t be on this if I should’ve had squashed him”

“Yeah," said elline, “And me And Claycia Would Be…”

She trailed off, not out of sadness, but a whispering in ear

“PSSST!”

Confused, elline stuck her hand in her ear and twisted it.

“Brushhead!”

The paintbrush fairy jumped at the voice she knew all too well

“A word, if you don’t mind?”

“Uh…” elline uttered, glazing around at the other ”i have to uh… go over there!”

“Why?” tiff asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe it’s just a nature call, that’s it” insisted spinni

The rebel groaned “Okay, but hurry up!

Spinni flashed a smile before he, elline, and dark metaknight into the bushes. They both searched around for their master

“Sir?” elline called.

Doc appears in his little red saucer in front of the three spies

“Message for you” as the red saucer unveils a viewscreen, revealing the squeak king

“What’s taking so long?!” he demanded

“You can’t expect them to just give me the brooch after knowing us for an hour! Spinni insisted “besides, she won’t take it off

Daroach grunted “should’ve guessed. By the way, what was that standing about squishing Me into oblivion”

Spinni shrunk under his glare “hey,hey! I didn’t mean it! I have to make them think I’m on their side, right? And… well, they’re not so hot about you”

The squeak king groaned. Then he got hopeful look on his face

“Tell me. Did she… like those sweets I gave you”

“She?” elline asked, tilting her head

“Adeleine, did she like my sweets?”

“Um, sure they all did. Except that rebel leader, though i’m sure she was just being cranky. I tell ya she’s on to us, sir. I don’t know if…

“Which one she eat?”

The apple butter cake, though that’s not a surprise…”

“Not her! Adeleine!”

“Oh. she had that strawberry shortcake one. Anyway, I don’t Think the fairy and pink ball…”

“When she had the first bite, did she…close her eyes in bliss, or did she blurt out how delicious it was even though her mouth was full?”

She,uh… what?”

“Just tell me!”

“Hey, elline, spinni! “Tiff called. What are you doing in there?!”

“I’m not sharing that!” spinni shouted before turning back to his boss. Look, it’ll take a while before they can fully trust us, just give us some time and…”

“I can’t wait that long!” daroach growled between his teeth. “I need her now!”

“But i…what?”

He groaned as the saucer slowly released them. “Well, you’re just going to have to wait until they’re all asleep”

“But night isn’t for a while and…”

“Not for long,” the squeak king grinned

But know a way you can get them to trust you two more. There’s a stately chateau not far from here where you can take shelter”

“A chateau?” spinni said in surprise. But i thought you would’ve…’

Oh, i’ve known about it for weeks. I haven’t dismantled it yet because it’s too fun to watch”

“Fun to watch?”

“Oh, Right. When you get in,” he whispered, “beware of the bombs.”

“Bombs?”

“Okay, have fun!” Daroach waved cheerfully

Wait. what do you mean by…?”

But Doc puts away the view screen and flew away before the three spies could finish

“Spinni, elline!” Holler tiff”s voice

Remembering their mission, the golden squeaker, the paint brush fairy, the silent knight popped out of the bush. “Yeah, what do you want?”

“See!” ribbon exclaimed “I told they didn’t abandon us

Tiff is not taking her glare off the three

“Sorry about that,” spinni, stretching “ we really had to go

“Anybody else?” metaknight asked at the others

The rest of group just shook their heads

“then let’s press forward while it’s daylight,” the nutcracker ordered

As soon as he said that, everything went dark

“what?” adeleine uttered. “But the sun wasn’t…”

“It’s daroach’s work” tiff said with a sigh “ he controls the moon and the sun and he likes to turn the lights on and off whenever he pleases. You can never tell what time it is anymore”

“Well we can’t travel in the dark,” metaknight observed “we should find shelter”

“That might be what daroach wants us to do! He knows we’re coming for him so, so he made it night so we can’t travel!”

Adeleine yawn “we have been walking a while”

Spinni and elline saw this as their cue to step in “ooh! We know a place we can stay”

“Really?” tiff said, raising her eyebrow in suspicion

“Yeah. there’s a house around here somewhere.We, err, stumbled upon it the other day

“A house? I don’t remember any houses out here”there is! Just, um give me second to remember where?

Fortunately, elline and ribbon were fast flyers for having the wings of a busy bumble bee, so they was able to sweep their surroundings in a matter of seconds. Sure enough, just done the hill was a tiny chateau. The two fairies signaled the others and gasped at the sight.

“I wonder who lives here,” said metaknight

“Who cares?” elline said, flying ahead with ribbon. “It’s a place to sleep, isn’t it?

When they got closer, they realized that the house was falling apart. The windows were cracked and the door was hanging loosely off the hinges. One knock and it toppled over.

Metaknight took the lead, he sword ready, as the six companions entered the house

“Hello? He called “anybody home?

Ribbon looked up and could've she a pair of bright blue eyes, which vanished immediately.

“Uh guys? She whispered, clutching adeleine’s white gown. “I don’t like this place”

“Beware the bombs” spinni muttered

It looks abandoned to me,” adeleine said. “I mean who would leave their house in such a state unless nobody lived here

“I never that a chateau could be so dark” adeleine shivered

“ i don’t think it’s abandoned” tiff declared

“How can you tell? Ribbon asked

Take it from someone who’s been living in an ‘abandoned’ village for months. In these time, anybody live here wouldn’t make themselves known unless…”

“NOW!”

When everyone looked up to find the source of the cry, spinni was knocked in the head with an…

“Apple?”

The others ducked as more apples, along with tomatoes and sharpened carrot camraining do on them

“What did i tell? Tiff cried, “it’s an ambush!”

“Who are you?” Metaknight shouted, waving his sword, “show yourselves!”

“Guys, He’s got a sword!” One high-pitched voice screeched

“Never bring a sword to a bomb fight! Another voice sounding similar to the first yelled

“Lo! The other voice shouted. “I’m low on ammo here!”

“Then use the secret weapon!”

“Lo, that’s supposed to be a secret! Said the first voice

“Not anymore”

“Do those sound like… children to you?” adeleine

“No way!” cried tiff as a sharpened carrot whizzed past her by. “There’s no way a bunch of kids would be able too…

“CHERRY BOMB!

Everybody As a giant red smoke balls that look like cherries came hurdling towards them.

Kirby then jumps up in front of the group and began to suck up the cherry bombs

“Wait,” adeleine called out, waving her arms. “We mean you no harm! We just need a place stay for the night”

“A Likely story!” cried a third voice the one who unleash the cherry bomb

“No, really! We’re victimes of the squeak king! We’re on you’re side!”

“Think we should listen to them, lo?” said the first voice “that one there’s too pretty to be a spy”

Appearances can be deceiving, la” the the second, supposedly lo. “But that wooden boy there looks awfully familiar”

“Hey isn’t that the fairy queen’s old boyfriend?” said the cherry bomber “i thought he was dead”

“No it’s me!” the nutcracker insisted “I’m captain metaknight!”

“And i’m the leader of the resistance!” tiff declared

“That would explain it,” said the voice called La

“Nevertheless,” said lo, “Susie told us not to let any strangers into the house”

“It’s Okay, lololo and lalala!”

The six travelers turned to the doorway to see a strange girl standing there with little bags in her floating hands. Her pink hair is like cotton candy, she looks like she’s smiling with the blush on her cheeks, and the pink and yellow orange gown makes her look like a duchess. Everything about the girl’s appearance made adeleine want to smile

“You can come out now, games over” the bubblegum haired lady exclaimed

“Are you sure? Lo hollered

“Yes, lololo” susie nodded

“Oh boy” the two voices chirped

A blue ball and a pink ball popped out of the rafters and floated down the main hall. The travelers look down at them in shock

As Adeleine had guessed, they were little children, hardly smaller than kirby, but instead of being pink, one is blue, and the other pink with a yellow ribbon

“Hi!” she to travelers “my name is susie, and these are my roommates!

“Hi!” the duo said with as much enthusiasm as susie

“I’m lololo” said the blue one

“I’m lalala” said the pink one

“Spinni smacked himself on the forehead “Oh, beware of the bombs!”

“You betcha!” lololo piped “you guy cross our path, and you shall face our wrath!”

“So sorry about our little welcome,” susie giggled, but as you can see, we get a lot of trouble around here”

“Specifically Squeakers!” lalala huffed “those big meanies!”

“But they’re nothing against my cherry bomb!” susie chimed

“Yeah,” tiff said “I can see that”

“So who are your strangers! Susie said

“Hold on, we got this!” lololo said

The pink and blue duo drifted forth and studied the travelers carefully.

“Okay We got it!”

Lololo pointed at metatknight. “This nutcracker i really captain metaknight, cursed by the squeak king. He was banished to the land of the giants, where he met this girl”

Lalala pointed at adeleine, “who daroach tried to kidnap, because she’s wearing a magic brooch, but he couldn’t, because the brooch protects her, so he shrank her instead.and this two here”

Lololo pointed and ribbon and kirby ”their just tagging along the ride and this,”

Lalala pointed at tiff, “is the leader of the resistance, but her followers were all captured by the squeak king, and this one here”

Spinni and elline got very nervous when the blue ball indicated to them, “is trying to get her sister back from daroach in whatever way she can.”

“All in all, they’re all off to dream castle to rescue the fairy queen and everyone else by defeating the squeak king

Everybody was was silent for a while

“how do you know all that?” tiff asked

“Susie taught us how to be psychic” lololo shrugged

“And that’s he is the smart one,” susie said proudly, patting his head

“You wouldn’t mind letting us stay for the night, would you?” metaknight asked

“Of course not! We could have a sleepover!” susie gasped “Who wants s’mores?!”

#daroach #kirby #adeleine

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mikeuggerisicelandphotos · 1 year ago

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The Bar at the Grill Market

The bar at the Grill Market

Alejandra on the Gay Street leading to the Fundamentalist Church (ironic)

Reykjavik at 10:30 PM

The Tectonic Plate separating Eurasia from North America. We stood on both continents.

Land of Geysers

This Geyser erupted every 7 minutes on the dot. We stayed for 3 eruptions.

Land of Waterfalls. On our 3, 12 hour tours, we saw great waterfalls. The first one above bigger then Niagara Falls.

Alejandra; we got soaked here

Another Waterfall

More Waterfalls

Waterfall with Rainbow

Me, Wet

Waterfall with Sheep

Huge Volcanic Crater

The Blue Lagoon

Late night drinks in beautiful Reykjavik

Street scene in beautiful Reykjavik

Arctic Char on a block of Salt at Apoteck Restaurant. Reykjavik has a great restaurant scene. world class food in many beautifully designed restaurants. They already have 3 Michelin starred restaurants for a country of only 380,000 people.

In the Magic Ice Bar. All Ice. They give you a parka to wear. Two drinks each included.

MIKE RUGGERI'S ICELAND PHOTOS 2

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cooking-thru-shortstack · 1 year ago

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Short Stack Editions, vol. 4 - Buttermilk

Here is the complete list of recipes by Angie Mosier, along with my ratings.

Buttermilk Biscuits ----------------------------------------n/a

Tomato Pie -------------------------------------------------n/a

Buttermilk Pie with Cornmeal Crust ---------------------4 Stars

Skillet Cornbread -----------------------------------------2 Stars

Classic Cornbread Dressing, with Variations ---------- 2 Stars

Banana Cake with Buttermilk Buttercream Frosting -- 4 Stars

Buttermilk Buttercream Frosting ----------------------- 5 Stars

Cornmeal-Buttermilk Waffles----------------------------5 Stars

Peach Cobbler ------------------------------------------- 5 Stars

Lemony Buttermilk Ice Cream ------------------------- 5 Stars

Curried Okra Fritters ------------------------------------ 3 Stars

Harissa Chicken Thighs --------------------------------- 4 Stars

Buttermilk Dressing, with Variations ------------------- 2 Stars

Spicy Fennel-Apple Slaw -------------------------------- 4 Stars

Rainbow Trout with Buttermilk Consommé ------------ n/a

Pork Chops with Caramelized Onion-Buttermilk Gravy - 4 Stars

Brussels Sprouts Casserole ------------------------------- 3 Stars

Creamed Collard Greens --------------------------------- n/a

Charred-Corn Soup --------------------------------------- n/a

Cucumber-Buttermilk Soup ------------------------------ n/a

Fresh Buttermilk Cottage Cheese ------------------------ 3 Stars

Spicy Ethiopian Cheese Curds --------------------------- 5 Stars

Pineapple-Buttermilk Smoothie ------------------------- 3 Stars

#short stack editions #buttermilk #recipe #angie mosier #recipes #directory

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Jedi Master Level Of Happiness & Flowcharts

Millennials like me are battling a silent pandemic called unhappiness. Skip my thought farts but, please, please give the video a shot. For the record, I tried watching Star Wars in elem days and even high school and college and after college, pero, ‘di ko pa rin ma-dig totally. OK naman siya. Maganda naman storylines and all, pero ang haba masyado. Sorry na. LOL. Pero dahil some really good friends dig it, I shall revisit this one of these days. OK ‘yung ibang recent releases din. Please don’t fight me. :D Try ko one more time. Gets ko rin ‘yung struggles ng mga characters which is spot on. Also, gusto kong Halloween costume ‘yung Darth Vader na rainbow ‘yung lalayan kaso I don’t like parties.

Plus, I enjoy the May The Fourth Be With Day na merong lightsaber duels. Sleek and my vibe. LOL. Gusto kong wasakin ‘yung lightsaber pero syempre, sa good friend ko ‘yun so, tamang hampas lang ako nung I was given my turn to try it out. Saka this good friend really knows me kaya pinigilan niya ako kasi limited drop lang yata ‘yung lightsaber niya. LERKZ. Nag-sorry naman ako tapos smiled. Pinatawad naman niya ako tapos pinaupo na lang niya ako sa gedli. ----- Had too many plans for the long weekend, but have to stay home to look after Vidi closely. He’s under anti-anxiety meds, ear meds, meds for his big ass wound and we’d be back next week to check his mass. He’s either a ticking time bomb or major papansin kasi affected talaga siya sa arrival and presence ni KD, my youngest. Hassle talaga household na puro alpha dogs pero ginusto ko ‘to. Super bait naman nila 3 pero talagang alpha male x 3 is always a struggle din kasi lahat sila papansin and clingy. So, yep, life happens. Doc assured me that I can stop overthinking for now, and may be, for good. LOL. Indeed, Vidi is one of my therapy dog and he levels it up this 2023. When he arrived, he looked at me with his RBF look, male edition. I asked him how he is and he dismissed me, yet again. So far, we’re good, but, let’s see what happens next week and the weeks after the next. Still unsure about bike skin versus bathroom tape for MatchME but that can wait. Might ride this weekend without ANY sort of protection for MatchME’s pristine frame because she’s all mine after all. Laspagan na this. Char. Pero, pabebe rides lang din naman, so, bahala na. Still hugging her since she’s still boxed up. Dad told me that I should start creating short videos; and should call my followers KA-THICCS. Kaloka, mhie. Naging alipin na talaga siya ng YT and FB vids. He’s also egging me to let him ride MatchME but, wait. He’s lambasting me because he shared he saw one really tall and big biker riding the B. (Sabi pala nung kausap kong taga-South na una kong nakitaan ng Brompton nung 2015, B daw tawag sa Brompton. Damn. Another learning. I like because I like the letter B. So me.) If malapit lang Diliman, I’d really go, but again, I have to stay home with Vidi. Dad is on a tiny trip and he told me that he can let it go since landian trip lang din naman daw ‘yun. Told him that I’d be on long leave after Labor Day and that he deserves some time off the shit hole. LOL. He’s been eating a whole lot the past weeks in between oversleeping --signs of depression or grief. Pero ‘di pa ako nagpupunta sa talk na ‘to with him kasi as a boomer, syempre, hinay-hinay lang. It will come. Diyan muna siya and he needs to also come to terms with his emotions at his own pace and time. Been more lambing (UGH) kahit sungit pa rin ako AF sa kanya kasi I can see deep sadness especially as mother dragon’s birthday is coming up. Ulit-ulit siya na wala na nga siyang asawa, wala pa siyang nanay, so wala na talaga. Finished na. Me: O tapos? Iyak ka? Side note: Would really need to mandate biking trips with Dad para mabawasan ang chances of spiral niya without him knowing it. Kawawa na naman tuhod ko neto. LOL. Saka baka need ko na gumising ng mas maaga lalo para Tumblr before sunrise tapos onting bike before work from home. Then weekends na puwede kaming sumundot kahit hanggang Binondo or Intra or Westgate or Evia or Manila Mem lang. Gah. So, I need to get back to my sleeping cycle ASAP na ayon sa mga ganaps sa BGC+++. Kakapadog ngayon pa lang pero, let’s do this. ---- Steven Bartlett is one my recent crushes because of his Dragon Den’s stint. Akala mo alam lahat e pero, seriously, he is a force. Cutie pa. Tapos, I think, he bikes to work or basta, bike. Not sure lang. LOL. Nakakaasar lang talaga at times lalo nung nagse-spread ng hate sa ex niya tapos I think, nagkabalikan yata sila or something. I dont’ follow him naman like a KPop stan but his podcast is really spot on. Very targeted. Yabang pa niya nung wala pa siyang followers. ‘Wag daw i-share ‘yung content niya. LUL. Clickbait na bet. :D Very early adopters and misfits gaming. I watched this podcast previously but back then, I was laughing sarcastically all throughout. I also agree that happiness is a choice but, I have no other choice then, but to feel shitty or shittier. However, what I learned is that you really have to lower your expectation and mind your own timeline. Must also be because, a year ago, I’ve been in a really, really crazy shit place that I’d want to turn upside down. I was also able to revisit the mindset mother dragon etched in me: CHOOSE TO BE THANKFUL even when things turn bad or go worse. Opak. When she died, I thought this mentality would decompose with her body. I was in disbelief because throughout her life until her the time she’s nearing death, she is thankful for every little win and is gracious in all her defeats. Ganun siya. Ang OG unbothered person pero syempre, she had so many bad days to the point that her self-loathing and self-pity episodes are like unicorns farting rainbows --almost non-existent pero ‘pag dumating, wagas. During those times, I would watch her intently and try my best to hold back my emotions kasi minsan lang talaga siya magpakawala ng emotions na malala. I guess, looking back, I am her safest place. She is rarely an open book and she may have a pretty big circle but she handpicks those she’ll let in. A year or so ago, a spark to turning the crazy shit bits and pieces of my life upside down officially started. Bit by bit, with the help of my people, I’ve managed to make amends like: just do it and know what really, really matters. Things will eventually come around and maybe, turn upside down. :) Not been easy but it’s worthwhile. I’ve started looking beyond my daily grind, my old life where I’d go all out on work but forget that there’s life after clocking out. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t quietly quit. I simply accepted that validation should come from within. And, just like what mother dragon said: At the end of each day, choose to be thankful. Know what matters most so all the rest are but noises. (GAH. Taurus szn 2023, you are poppin’ so far.) And last night, this video featuring Bossing Mo popped up after a series of random vlogs. Weird. Pretty accurate and I guess, I needed this rewatch. I dozed off and had a pretty good sleep which I’ve not been getting since V died talaga. I also need to find a distraction outside work kasi ayokong maging workaholic na naman na not about the level up or the merits, but the escape na non-stop, paid pa. LOL. Kung meron lang WA (workaholics anonymous), sumali na ako noon pa.

So far, sabi naman sa standing ko, decent naman ang ganaps ko. May resibo pa. HAHAHA. Kaya ‘wag ako, mhie. ‘Wag ako. Hindi masamang magkaroon ng life after deadlines. This is a reminder and a warning to myself especially in the coming weeks. LELS. Let’s just let things happen because I’m so pumped talaga. I just can’t explain it but I thrive in disproving assumptions and judgements, in general. Wala lang. Gusto ko lang. Happy high ko. My craving. Ganun lang talaga. Check ko nga books neto. ‘Yung printed. Tuwa pa ako sa balls niya to debunk the whole I THINK THEREFORE I AM with matching name para sa brain niya. Gusto mo ‘yun? So normal naman pala ako since I have this notion that the brain has its own world and ikaw pa rin ang magde-decide kung anong gagawin mo. Binibigyan ka lang ng feedback ng brain, hypothalamus pati lahat ng organs and cells mo. LOL. ‘Yan kasi, kakaseryoso sa biology class experiment about tossing genes in the air (papers na may DNA) to see how Charles Mendel’s genetic emerut unfolds. Saka kakanood ng mga dystopian shit like Fringe and pre-dystopian shit like Chernobyl. UGH. Side Note: Ewan ko ba pero isang reason why gusto kong mag-Europa is because I want to visit concentration camps. The first time I watched videos about how the victims of the Nazi galawan, syempre, hogwashing naman din talaga ‘yung slant pero, beyond that, may stories na alam mong there is something so magical in choosing to be happy, to be thankful kahit anong lagay mo sa buhay na ‘to. Hopefully, ‘pag natupad ‘yun, sana makakausap ako ng mga tao na legit na survivors ng panahon ni Hitler. -----

May feeling akong gustong gawing pet project netong si Bossing Mo ang anak niya as an art and science sa AI. Na-curate niyang mabuti ang bawat nooks and crooks ng life chapter niya sa anak niya e. Saka he seems really at it. LOL. Nag-AI pa si Bossing so, good luck with that talaga. Sundot na may kurot really brings home the bacon in the same manner that it breaks legs (as in basag-tuhod) and eggs (b*yag choke) din. :D Muntik na rin pala ‘tong naging Cancer e pero very Gemini din naman siya, in fairness --may split personality. LOL. Reminds me a lot of my second dad who is my first mentor pero Kotler x Godin naman ang baon. Kung gawain man niya ‘to, sana all. Hassle talaga kasi almost wala siyang digital footprints. Nasa head ko lang siya. Her flat voice. Her beady eyes. Her small frame but so firm and intimidating. Her upbeat pace. Her demeanor. Her sumisigaw na confidence and assurance. Her unbothered aura. Missing her a little extra talaga PERO this time, I am really, really able to revisit our memories with a sweet vibe na. :D Metallica pala gusto netong si Bossing Mo e. LOL. Tapos may mention pa siya ng dopamine in the light of AI. Baka matupad ‘yung dream kong maging mutant before 45 or ‘pag sinuwerte, 50. Saka talagang sinagad niya ‘yung pag-tap ‘di umano sa kanyang feminine side. Aminado siya sa hypermasculinity. ULOL. Hahahaha. Tigilan mo ako. Pero, sige, itawid mo ‘yan, Bossing. ‘Pag ‘di ka na super hayok sa pet project mo saka ‘pag mas may time ka na sa pamilya mo lalo ‘pag nagpapansin sa’yo daughter mo, sasaluduhan kita diyan. Ingat! :D Sagutin natin tanong sa kanya ni Steven Bartlett for that day’s video from Jacquelin Gold: WHAT ARE THE FAILURES YOU CHERISH THE MOST? The failure I cherish the most is allowing myself to be in the shit hole when mom died. It’s been a series of running away when I thought I’ve been moving forward. Back then, I felt so empty. I felt I was nothing. Looking back, I needed to be in that spot because I needed to restart and recalibrate. I am learning that there’s nothing wrong about allowing emotions to come, in the same manner that I should also allow to let these emotions go. If it weren’t for that shit hole era, I would be more delusional about basing my validation, my affirmation with that of my mom and her super high standards. I’ve chosen to keep her as long as I could not only because I love her, but I was so afraid of losing her thinking that I’d lose me and lose us, too. OPAK. There you go, bitch. Nasabi ko na rin after a decade of not naming this. Back then, I feel so unsure, uncertain of what would be left of me if I’m not with mom. I felt that all I am and all I am not is because of her and only her. Though she keeps telling me that I’ve finally been able to be my own person, I never believed that. I guess, it comes with age and being able to hear stories from people I come across with, too. I guess, the past years, I am able to be kinder to myself. I’ve been moving beyond my self-inflicted shackles because losing my mom is a blessing after its cursed chapters. It’s a blessing because I was able to test how far I can without her and without her approval which I was living for then. It’s a blessing because I know she tried her best to stay even if it meant being in such inconvenience. Today, I just realized that the spot where I’m putting this eme together is the spot where her bed at our tiny house is. Gah. And I am feeling her love and life lessons come together, right now, over me, all over me. Thinking of listening to her favorite The Beatles PL via vinyls. Been avoiding this staple sedative and upper PL the past months because it is usually my trigger. Actually, it’s weird because when mom was alive and kicking, The Beatles is on repeat whenever I’m not home especially when I’m downing really crucial matters at work or outside work. The past years, I also am happy and surprised to share na I’ve been basing my happiness in things that matter to me. All the rest don’t matter na. I may not have much but I have what I need and want: a decent health record, a few really, really good friends who are more than family to me, my 3 boys, a renewed relationship with my dad, recovering my closeness with my one and only brother, a strong connection with family members and extended family members, being able to deal with the loss of my mom + forgiving myself for skipping all stages of grief, a 99.9% non-toxic workspace + people at work who I call my “angel-demons” which is soooo weird in a corp set up, and just a few days ago, a junior sent me a short message: YOUR FORCE IS ALWAYS HELPFUL na tinawanan ko lang pero my heart is swelling with glee na ‘di ko ma-explain, mhie (Hindi ako fan ng office politics and limelight talaga. I abhor office gossips din tbh. I live forda bills lang talaga plus kahit makapag-help make better ng mga people I collab with, goods na goods na ako pero masungit saka maldita pa rin ako.), the ability to travel and do things for the first time that is beyond the “recommended” stuff and fluff, MatchME (my dream since 2015), my tiny house na in blue & white near Tags (which I didn’t plan at all talaga), my tiny vertical garden, my dream bag I got in Osaka (Eto, hindi ko naman alam na designer pala siya kasi 17 years old pa ako noon kaya ‘di siya luxury buy talaga. Tapos ngayon, laspag na rin siya. Ergo, Charles and Keith na lang ulit talaga kasi ambigat ko talagang mag-bag), and most importantly, being kinder to myself which I didn’t know na kaya ko pala talaga. Kulang na lang talaga ‘yung pick up + driving skills be mine like my Tito Taurus’ vibin’ pero sige, reconsider ko non-pick up na bagay sa kapunggukan ko. LOL. Super last na, Vespa Picnic. ‘Yun lang. Next stop: Greene Meets Brown happening tomorrow. Caveat: Sa ngalan ng pag-veer away from cancel cult, I didn’t look up Bossing Mo. Tigil-tigil na sa the content and the creator are one. Walang ganun except when it comes to really important life matters. Saints are sinners, too. Also, your prayers are your sins, too. LELS.

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