#do I have the wodden face to do it?

[evilrat-sabre]

So I have a new Hermitcraft / "Magical girl" / Soul Eater inspired AU

Oh hey! so I have a new Hermitcraft AU Idea, I am calling it Weapon Shifters AU for now(It will change{probably{maybe}})

Anyway “What is the AU” Well it's inspired by the magical girl trope + The sole part of Soul Eater that we have people becoming weapons (Because I frickin love this power)

The context of the AU is; monsters started appearing in a real-ish word setting and some random people started receiving the power to turn into a weapon, obviously you can’t wield yourself and most of them can’t really move while transformed so there is that, so you need someone else to do It. Because of that, to fight these monsters(That only a Weapon shifter can hurt and nothing more) you need a Weapon shifter and a Wielder to do it. 

Most Weapon shifters are wielder too, because yes these monsters are killing people and destroying the city, you would think more people would join the fight, but most normal people don’t remember the monster part 

Ex. A zombie horde destroyed a car and killed the driver? Welp the guy was drunk and he crashed his car. 

So because of that, the people fighting these monsters are mostly weapon shifters that are immune to the “amnesia effect”.

Let me talk a little about the type of powers, before talking about the hermits.

As I said some people can turn into weapons, when I use the term weapon I am being pretty vague “if you can hurt someone with it, it can be a weapon”, these are my parameters, so truly almost anything.

Most people have only one weapon base form, that means they can turn in only one thing, but some people are what I call a “multi”, that's when in their base form they already come with multiple different weapons they can turn.

Some Weapon shifters already come with a specific power, most don’t.

One thing that I want to make clear, is that a Weapon Shifter and a Wielder all have some level of compatibility, the more compatibility they have, the easier it is to the wielder to use the weapon and to the weapon to unlock their “Upgrade”. 

I want to make clear the Compatibility =/= as friendship 

Ex. Cleo can theoretically use Joe in his weapon form, but Joe can't use Cleo even if he really tried. They live together in the same apartment, they are very good friends, but they are not compatible as weapon and wielder.

Let's talk about upgrades. Upgrade is a power the Weapon unlock while fighting along a very compatible wielder. There is two types of upgrade; the “New weapon” where the weapon unlock a new weapon form, that basically makes them work as a multi and the “Supernatural Power” Type, were the weapon unlocks a new ability, it can be like now you are poisonous, or like now you can control plants, things like that. (BTW. Not all weapons get upgraded)

And a last thing is that wielders have a thing called “wielder trait”, when someone wields a Weapon shifter, they are changed to look more inhuman, so the normal humans can’t remember them.

I think that's it for explaining the main power system of this thing. Now a list of the hermits and their respective powers, they are organized like this “Hermit - "Weapon" - Wilder trait” and they are separated in the teams they often fight together with, but it's good to remember that they often trade who is wielding who and are not stuck to only working with their team.

BTW feel free to send me asks or messages asking me to explain things, because I have thought about mostly everyone’s backstory at this point. The brainrot is real and I love opportunities to talk about it.

Oh and last thing. I have image reference for ALL the weapons, I will make a separate post for it.

DOESN'T HAVE A SET TEAM, BUT WORK WHEN THEY HAVE TO

X - Doom guy armor (Can still move as a armor and control the person wearing him) - Purple glowing eyes, black void hair and skin covered in slashes.

Ren - Axe (Upgrade: Bear trap with a chain, think chompy thing from Mario, can move his jaws) - Dog ears and Tail

Joe -  Big old leather book ( His pages bring knowledge) - at sign eyes and slightly flickering in and out of the mortal plane

Stress - Not a weapon (For some reason she is extremely compatible with any weapon shifter) - Flower crown growing from her head and shining solid black oil-like eyes.

Hypno - Butterfly knife (Can control anyone who grabs him) - Third eye(hides on bandana)

TFC - Iron pickaxe (upgrade: can break anything like in Minecraft, cube shaped) - Glowing white eyes, pieces of rock and dirt embedded in his skin, spectral wings (made of stone)

TEAM ZITS

Tango - Grenade launcher  (upgrade: Ice grenade launcher) - Red eyes, his hair will catch on fire when excited

Zedaph - Medical apparatus(Multi) - Purple goat eyes and ram horns

Impulse - Two big metal shovels (Upgrade: Electricity) - Yellow eyes, horns and spectral wings(bat)

Skizz - Not a weapon - spectral wings(dove) and warped halo

NHO

Doc - eye visor (Upgrade: Mechanical arm that can be a plasma blaster) - Green skin, goat horns and eyes with black sclera and white pupils.

Etho - Kunais, shurikens and a Katana(Multi) (Upgrade: Limited teleport throwing the weapons) - He isn’t the same inside, do not look what his mask is hiding.

Beef - Double butcher cleaver (Upgrade: Giant meat tenderizer like hammer) - Bull horns and hooved legs.

Bdubs - Tiny knife (Upgrade: Can grow and control plants. op as fuck, still a tiny knife to) - Big Eyes. And plants grown out of his body

Hateful neighbours

ZombieCleo - Great Sword (Upgrade: The things cut with her blade rot quickly) - Green with stitches

Ijevin - Bouncy rubber ball (Upgrade: can leave a sticky substance where he lands) - Blue and transparent, you can see his bones and organs.

Sweet faces

Keralis - Gardner scissors (Upgrade: Twin scissor blades) - Big eyes

Xb - Sniper gun - Fish ears and scales 

Architechs

Iskall - Bayonet (Upgrade: The blade glows bright green, things that are cut with it are poisoned)  - Solid green eye and green blood(his veins are glowing green)

Grian - Kitchen knife (Upgrade: throwing knife sets) - spectral wings(parrot) and parrot feathers in his hair (can do voice mimicry while like that)

Mumbo - Electrician knife(Upgrade: Spear {The point is still the blade of the electrician knife}) - Sunken eyes and he somehow gets longer, resembling an enderman but human.

Minecraft Swords(IDK MAN)

Welsknight - Steel sword and knight armor (Upgrade: gets a Shield) - silver scales, spectral wings(dragon) and claws

False- Diamond sword (Upgrade: Becomes two diamond swords) - Spectral wings(eagle), talons in hand and feet

Convex

Scar - Hot Guy bow and infinite arrows (Upgrade: Potion effect arrows) - Spectral wings(vex), pale blue skin, sharp teeth.

Cubfan - Not a weapon - Spectral wings(vex), pale blue skin, sharp teeth.

Blood(IDK MAN IT FEEL FITTING)

Pearl - deer horn Knives (Upgrade: Giant Scite) - Her skin glows like the moon(She has to use a dark cloth, because sometimes it's too much moon light even for her)

Gem - Executioner's sword (Upgrade: gets stronger the more she beheads monsters) - Deer antlers, and hoved legs.

Team "Evil"

EX- Doom guy shotgun - red glowing eyes, white hair and a lot of slashes in his skin

Helsknight - black steel sword (upgrade: became twin rapiers) - dark silver scales, spectral wings(dragon) and claws.

[piggycyberwarrior]

Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you

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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader) a/n: pretty proud of that ngl.. enjoy guys love you!

Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read

genre: ANGST

+ 1,6k words

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

You thought you were going insane.

Maybe you already were, but it was no suprise- seeing the circumstances you were in. Arms stretched uncomfortably backwards and up- chains rubbing your wrists painfully raw. The stress position Soap put you in wasn't easy peasy lemonsqueezy.

Tears brimming in your eyes at the thought. You felt fucking betrayed. You were fucking betrayed, for gods sake! by your own team- the people you cried with- the people that you loved more than yourself- the people you called your family. That one man you took a bullet for.

Fuck all that bullshit.

Those were the same people that didn't believe you when things got rocky. When some pricks pointed their fingers at you- they immediately treated you as an enemy. The same people that chained you up. The same man that made you fucking blind on one eye

Everything was a lie, apparently.

The cell you were in was shady- you didn't expect something different- i mean you just served the military for many years and did everything for your country- of course you didn't deserve something more decent.

In the end you didn't care. Just waited.

When Gaz interrogated you- you kept your mouth shut. What should you do? Lie? Fuck no, you had so much self respect left, even in this dehumanizing situation.

of course your facade broke often times- you were only human after all. And it hurt- you were in this situation before- tortured by your enemies knowing that you would probably outlive them anyway as your team would rip them apart in a few days.

But now- being here- seeing how your 'friends'- your family- spat at you with nothing more than hate made you feel even more miserable- knowing, that no one will safe you this time.

You cried- having panick attacks deep into countless nights-being triggered by any small sound that wasn't coming from you or that rat in the corner of the room. Yelling at them- telling them that you didn't do shit. They didn't believe you.

Spiraling deep in your thoughts- shoulders sore and numb hands from the stress position- still tasting a faint trace of your own blood-

the sensory of the dried up blood on your cheek was uncomfortable at the beginning- cracking everytime you opened your mouth- but it quickly got kicked to the bottom of your worries as Price's wodden bat flew into your face yesterday- tooth flying onto the ground as you spat the crimson liquid at his feet- earning another strike from your Captain.

Your Saliva turning pink with the blood, sticking to your chin- slowly dripping down- having no free hand to wipe it off.

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You were here for about 1 and a half weeks now- how'd you know that? because you could hear the guards mutter something behind that steal door.

You shivered, suffering from hypothermia, a consequence of being almost naked in this shithole. Simon himself stripped you down- ignoring your pleas and protests.

Simon.

The man you did everything for, took a bullet for, cared for and slept with. He was the love of your life- or so you thought.

You were never scared of Simon. Since the first day you met him- you were kinda drawn to that giant of a man. Always spawning in his near with hearts in your eyes- Soap always made fun of you- but he found it cute neverthless, he could see that Simon didn't hate you.

You stitched him up- knew his fears (being a therapists daughter was quite a help for having deep convos), you knew of his past- even if it took you years to finally break his many iron walls down

You saw his face- kissed his scars and showered him with your time and love- giving him your all- even your body.

You weren't in a relationship- but everybody knew that Simon 'Ghost' Riley liked you. Even if you didn't tell anybody from the Force.

In the end it seemed not be enough, as the same man nearly strangled you to death down here. At first you were desperate, scared- but you stopped pleading a long time ago.

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heavy footsteps shook you out of your trance- spiraling thoughts stopping for a mere second as you looked into his stone cold eyes.

Balaklava on his scarred face- making you inhale sharply- heart throbbing at his sight. The black paint around his eyes made them pierce through the dark even more.

The same paint you applied more than once onto his unique face. he looked beautiful in your eyes. Even after everything that happened.

You're in here since a few nights.- Clothes starting to hang loosely around your body- having not eaten in days.

"Simon-" you croaked out- voice not cooperating as it should- making you tear up. When did everything turned out to be like that? This nightmare? You flinched a bit- chains clinking softly at your slight movement when he came towards you- still not speaking.

He stared. Stared at your weak frame. The dark hole you were chained into- being in a constant state of fear- Anxiety pulling and clawing at your nerves.

You gritted your teeth- looking to the side with a defeated huff. Tears prickling in your eyes once more- threatening to fall as he watched you like you were a kicked stray dog. Maybe you were in their eyes.

"I-" you croaked out once more "I didn't do it, Simon, i swear" you whispered into the dimmly lit room- Still not looking at him. "I swear to god Simon, I didn't.." you weeped in silence as he just looked "Fuck why should I betray you!!" you screamed in frustration at his figure- tears falling as he only left- leaving you in complete darkness- letting you cry to yourself till you eventually passed out.

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Not even two day passed before he bursted through the iron door again- the loud sound ripping you out of your unconsciousness before he angrily grabbed you by your collar- hate flickering in those eyes that once held nothing but adoration for you.

"You fuckin' liar" he seethed through gritted teeth- behind that mask. Pushing you into the wall behind you- your head knocking against the brick wall with such a force that made you wince.

You could feel his anger. And you felt the danger that radiated from the man you gave your heart to.

His hands coming up to press against your jugular with a firm grip- picking you up a few inches into the air- chains clinking again. "Y'think you hav' it in you to lie into my fuckin' face" he growled while pressing down harder- you could feel yourself getting more lightheaded- gasping for air- choking for oxygen.

"Plea' Simon" you begged inbetween small gasps- scared what he will do to you. Hands tied together, wiggling in his painful hold like a suffocating fish- legs kicking to get him away from you- it worked- you gasped, trying to get in as much air as you could while your built up saliva ran down your chin-

he let you go for a second before his fist collided with your face. Hard- knocking the air out of your lungs once more "Jus' tell us the truth" he huffed, before hitting again- at first it hurt and then it burned. Your nose cracked under his fists-

Making you see stars and breath heavily before he took the knife out you gifted him for his birthday. Both your names engraved in it-

"'t will be easier for you" he said before popping the knife out of its sheath. "No, Simon" you cried out- whilst seeing the blade. "You don't have to do this" you gasped as he came dangerously close.

"No,no,no!!" you protested as he teared down your clothing, leaving you in a bra and your underwear. Feeling helpless as he teared down your clothes- ignoring your protest. The coldness of the room let goosebumps arise on your skin almost immediately.

He was quiet. That wasn't a good sign. You waited- staring at him, pulling at your chains as he looked at the blade. Fist tightening as he saw the little heart that was engraved into the hilt. Betrayal flushed his senses as he pushed the knife into your upper leg- making you scream in return.

Twisting the knife- hearing your agony but not stopping- he quickly hit you into your left eye socket with the hilt of the knife to shut you up. he didn't want to hear your screams.

Even if he didn't wanted to admit it- he was also teared apart- but his need to let his anger out was stronger - all the time he spent with a fucking liar- gave you his fucked up heart. All for you to be a fucking snake- a traitor.

He had to do his job- protect his family.

Another jab to the eye- hearing your muffled cries echo across the room- making you see red- the burning sensation was an ugly one. You couldn't see on that eye anymore.

"I fuckin' wish I could just kill you" he seethed before leaving you there in the dark- all beat up and bloody- head throbbing and surely a broken nose- making it hard to breath.

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You waited since then. Waiting for death to come. Waiting for Ghost to end it- but of course he never came back since then. Your wounds were starting to inflame- everything hurt and burned. Your eye swelling almost shut.

They all tortured you. Johnny, Kyle, John and Simon.

But they forgot something important. You were known for being patient. A fucking patient and stubborn woman. You waited. Yes you sometimes protested, and kicked and screamed and insulted them- but you neverthless waited for the day.

The day they finally see that they wronged an innocent. The day you would hurt them. Seek revenge.

Fucking. Revenge.

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[hollaforlyla]

wondering if you could include ranpo in your caught making out p2 fic, if you do id deeply appreciate it!! <3

consider it done<3

๋࣭ ⭑ caught making out. p2. bsd x reader

p1.

gender: gender neutral

type: short imagine/scenario

characters: ranpo, poe, and yosano<3

warnings: lowercase writing, short, make-out sessions, suggustive writing!!

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo smirked upon hearing your sentence. "can i have a taste?" you asked, pointing to his candy in his hand. he was seated ontop of a work desk in the middle of the agency. "of this~?" he teased, and with a nod he jumped to his feet. as your hand was out and ready for him to give you the sucker, you felt him take your hand instead, the candies in his mouth. "ranpo-" you suddenly felt his lips connect to yours, his tounge licking your lips. couple seconds of him kissing you felt like hours, but when you felt his tounge push itself into your mouth with the candy now in your mouth, you blushed hard. your face full-on red. he pulled back, grinning at you. "how's it tastle, hm~?" he asked, and you stuttered out a sentence. before he could kiss you again, the sound of someone hitting a wall and a "OW" caused both you and ranpo to turn your heads to see atsushi on the flor rubbing his head, papers scattered all over the place. "ow- uh..." he looked back at you both and chuckled nervously. ranpo looked back at you to see you hide your face into his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso. quickly, atsushi ran out of the room, leaving the papers on the floor. ranpo felt himself blush slightly, but he lept his composure. "well...did it taste good?" he shrugged.

๋࣭ ⭑ poe kissed your lips gently, unsure if what he was doing was correct. he was just wanting to complete his novel, but the way your hips moved on his lap made him...desprate. he messaged his fingers up and down your spine, his hands going into your shirt every now and then. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, trying your best not to fall with how far he's making you arch your back. giggles escaped your lips when his fingers reached your sides, "ticklish?" he smiled at your nod. he placed his hands on your hips while his lips kissed a sweet spot on your nech he's recently discovered. mid-moan, you covered your mouth whe you heard the door suddenlu open and ranpo's figure caused you to fall onto your ass on the floor, "y-y/n!" poe cried, blushing when he noticed ranpo standing at the door. "weeell~ i was going to read your newest novel, but i can see you have other plans. i will come back later~" ranpo smirked, closing the door as he walked out. poe was speechless, karl sitting on his head as he looked back down at you, "did-did you want to-" "moment as passed, babe."

๋࣭ ⭑ yosano licked her lips, gripping onto your hips and pinned you into the desk of her office. all you did was gently tap her ass as she was looking through files, causing her to almost instantly pin you. "how bold you are, y/n~ tapping my ass like that out of no where..." she licked your neck, wetting it before going in and kissing the living hell out of it. you moaned, arching your back and grabbed her shirt, gripping it tightly. "a-akiko-" you tried your best to not scrunch your neck, causing her to move to your lips. she slid her hands up your shirt, untugging it from your pants and let her hands roam free-"oh nonono, don't mind me.." dazai's voice caused yosano to bite your lip, pulling away from you to look at the man. she removed her hand from your skin and held your shoulders. "d-dazai!" you stutter out, looking at him look for papers by his desk. "just neeeeed, aha! here it is~" he smirked at you two before turning on his heels to leave, "you may continue~ it took a while to notice me in the first place you two could've kept going like i was never here~" yosano grabbed her heel and threw it hard in dazai's direction, however he closed the door in time for the heel to hit the wodden door instead of his face. the woman sighed, attention back to you, "yosano..this bump on my lip wasn't always here.." you whined.

[gamerbearmira]

Can we have more Cutthroat au content? Can you do one where it actually happens? You know like we read about what exactly happened if that makes sense

OF COURSE!!! I WANNA DO MORE CONTENT!! YES!!! GICE ME IDEAS AND MOTIVATION RAHGGGGG

I've been holding off on actually writing the event but uh. You know Imma finally do it. Hopefully I understood what you meant 😭😭

Disclaimer for attempted murder, blood and near death experience. And blood in the drawing. Be careful out there folks <\3

Eskitit

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She had only went to pick some flowers. That was all. Her abuela said she could, and she wasn't going to be long. Maybe she had wandered a little deep, but she knew the way back. She knew the woods, at least this part of it like the back of her hands.

Mirabel was squatting down, picking some marmalades; Isabela had taught her what they looked like. And she was so excited to show her that she had finally found some. Her wide eyes gleamed with joy as she placed them in the small basket she had brung with her. But before she could reach for more, she heard a distinctive snapping behind her. A twig or branch that had been stepped on. Then the crunching of grass and leaves.

She turned, half expecting to see a wild animal. But no. It was one of the villagers. A man she didn't quite recognize, though she had seen him in the square, at one of the stalls, and at her mamá's table. She breathed a sigh of relief, smiling. "¡Hola Señor!"

The man stumbled forward, and she finally got a good look at him. He looked angry. Like, really angry. More angry than when Abuela saw her door disappear. "¿Señor? Are you okay? What's-"

Mirabel then felt a tug on her arm. Someone had grabbed her arm, causing her to drop her basket. "H-Hey!" She turned, seeing another woman, maybe a bit older than her Tío Félix. She winced as the woman squeezed her wrist with a force that made her wince. Tears welled in her eyes, and she swore she could feel her small, fragile bones cracking under the force. "Y-Your hurting me! Please, let me go!" She pleaded.

"You...you're a curse on this village," the woman sneered. "A curse on your family."

Mirabel was crying now, and the woman dragged her closer to the man. "What are you saying! Let me go! Leave me alone!"

"The moment you didn't get a gift, you should've been thrown to the jaguars," the woman continued. The man had stayed silent the whole time. Mirabel fought with all her strength, mustering as much as she could for a smaller thsn average 5, almost 6 year ols.

"Please!" Mirabel sobbed, hiccuping. Her nose burned as her hand felt numb. Her adrenaline rushed and she turned to look at the man, who had gotten closer. She hadn't noticed it yet, but he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a small, wodden thing. She didn't really know what it was until the man flicked it open, a sharp noise that was all too familiar ringing in the air.

Her eyes widened, and she struggled more. Her glasses flew off of her face, and the man stepped on them, not even acknowledging them. "Mamá! P-Papá!" She screamed, thrashing, but the woman held her down. Her face was twisted into one of such rage, Mirabel almost thought she was a devil of some sort. "Lola! ¡Ayúdame!"

"You can't escape this," the man said, using his free hand to cover Mirabel's mouth. The girl was running on terror and adrenaline. The man held the knife closer, trying to do something, something Mirabel knew and she knew it was bad.

An idea flashed in her mind, and she wasn't even sure if it woukd work. But she had to try.

Managed to shift her head, she bit down in the man's hand, with all the bite force she had, using all the fight she had in her. The man cried out, wincing before taking his hand away.

"You little brat!" He snapped and the woman turned her head, looking around frantically.

"Just do it already!" She yelled and Mirabel screamed again.

"¡Ayúdamé! ¡Ayúda-" Mirabel voice was cut off instantly.

She didn't actually know what happened first. Her vision went white and her hearing blank. Everything just stopped. She stopped. She could vaguely see the man and the woman looking somewhere she dropping everything and sprinting into another direction.

The adrenaline from trying to fight them off was wearing off. Her body convulsed as she felt a searinh, white hot pain, near her throat. She tried to screamed, but all that came out was strangled, gurgling sounds. She couldn't breath, not very well. She obviously couldn't really tell, but her lipps were losing color. She was losing color.

She turned to her side, her whole body aching all of the suddenly. Her body was screaming at her to move, she she couldn't. One hand was stuck beneath her, and the other was the one that had gone limp; she couldn't move it. She felt her eyes rolling back slightly, and she tried to keep them open but it was so hard.

When her vision somehwat refocused, as much as they could without her glasses, she saw her. Lulu. Luisa. Her hermana mayor. She stood there, her eyes wide. She held a hand out, amd Mirabel could sort of hear her own name coming from her mouth. Luisa rushed forward, collapsing in the grass.

Mirabel felt bad. She didn't want her older sister to cry. She hated it when she made them worry like that. She wanted to apologize, but once again, it was strangled, wet noises. She felt Luisa's strong hands hold her. Her sister was saying, yelling something, but Mirabel couldn't hear.

Mariano came into view. He looked just as horrified and scared as Luisa. He was only a few years older, so it made sense. Mirabel watched him tear his shirt, one she knew to be his favorite. He tore it like it was nothing, not even hesitating. He didn't wipe the tears from his eyes, instead holding something down to her neck. The pain grew and she felt her body flinch.

Then Dolores came into view, but only in the corner of her eye. She was gesturing for Luisa and Mariano to follow.

After that, darkness. Mirabel's vision blacked out before she opened thrm again. The blurry forma of them, they were moving, fast. Darkness. Then she opened them. Her head loled againat Luisa's arms and she saw Casita. Her hearing, clogged by something, something wet, was broken though. Thunder. Loud, earth shaking thunder. Then rain. Heavy rain. It was like a hurricane. Not like the small ones her tia made when she was upset, but one that seemed to be of a greater magnitude.

Then darkness again. Mirabel didn't open her eyes, but she held on. She was trying to, anyway. There was so many voices, so muvh noise, so much of everything. But she didn't move, she didn't do anything.

She saw a soft golden glow in the darkness. A figure emerged, looking worried. She recognized him from the painting in the hallway. Abuelo Pedro. He seemed to hover over her.

"It's not your time yet, nieta," he said, his voice a soothing, soft echo. "Your family needs you. Go back."

The last thing Mirabel saw was his hand covering her face, and the light began to fade as her family came into view.

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I gotta do more content mayne 😞 I do like this au, I just…don’t even know why I stopped. Not even because I got bored of it or lacked motivation. Just lack of ideas 💀💀

If you have more lemme know it’s spooky month so, why not make angst 💪💪

[chocsra]

"A Waste of a Lovely Night, right?"

15! Chuuya x reader

Based off the song A Lovely Night because La La Land 😭🫶

Implied fem! reader

Content: swearing, being teenagers, classy romance, fluff, oneshot, mafia! reader, rivals to lovers?, pre-relationship, ooc? chuuya

Sorry for any grammar mistakes!

You were supposed to be basking in the evenings breeze, free from the loud screaming in one of the Port Mafia's luxurious parties; letting the wind lift your styled hair and fancy dress. Yet you find yourself standing like a solider under the night's sky, 'what the fuck' written all over your face.

There stood next to you, the former King of the Sheep; the king that claimed not to be the king everyone says he was. He was a smaller boy with orange hair about the same age as you, only recently joining the Port Mafia. His name was Chuuya Nakahara, you didn't seem to like him very much, and neither did he.

He always boasted and was blatantly arrogant because of his ability; gravity manipulation. The kid never stopped yapping and especially yelling; he and the Demon Prodigy made a scary but annoying team. It was always filled with complications, surface hatred and care; nothing you'd see in a regular friendship.

And you weren't sure why Chuuya didn't like you either, because you mostly stayed your own way in the mafia. Not your fault you're just good at what you do. Maybe it was the scowl on your face everytime he shouted at something so miniscule, or perhaps the snicker that pulled from your throat whenever you overheard the tall bandaged boy make fun of his height.

"What a sight," the boy smirked, his alluring blue eyes illuminating under the moonlight. He had his gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of his tailored suit, intaking the beauty of the city's skyline. You turn to look at him with predictability, eyes running across his sharp features and piercing gaze. He looked back at you, his gaze shifting towards your pearly white heels, then your frilled black dress; monotone enough to be considered mafia fashion. "too bad you're here." Chuuya's smirk disapated as he looked down at the concrete floor.

"Leave if you're so bothered then." You retort with a scoff, the redhead only looked at you with a cocked brow and turned to slowly walk away from you. "Nah." He replied, you knit your brows in response. Chuuya was right, the view was beautiful. The sun was nearly gone, city lights were starting to turn on, and the ocean below the hill you both stood on reflected the bright moonlight. You almost cursed at the swirling sky for granting such a sight to him; a cute, romantic couple would for sure enjoy this.

"Then don't complain." You put your hands on your hips and leaned forward with a scowl, making the boy chuckle stiffly in response. "Chill, I'm just saying.. the view is way too nice to be seen by us." he sighed, tapping his leather shoe on the concrete. "What a waste." Chuuya clicked his tongue; you got out of your position and stood straight, looking to the side, "I guess." you murmur, you two seemed to have the same thoughts. "Yeah, no offense, but you're just not my type." Chuuya sighed, kicking a rock softly as his hands were stuffed in his pockets. "Was that really necessary?" you scoff, folding your arms over your chest. The teenager chuckled and nodded.

"Well if you're gonna be like that, I'll say it first: you're not my type either, who even wears those rat ass fedoras these days?" you looked to the side, snickering a little. The boy adjusted his raven fedora, a light blush tinting his cheeks. "Don't come for the hat, dude." he mutters, brushing off some dirt off his black suit; he seemed to care a lot about his looks.

"Yeah, yeah," you laugh, watching him as he starts to slowly pace around the hill. "Actually, you're right. This would be nice for somebody who appreciates romantic scenery." You add on, looking over to the beautiful sea, Chuuya takes a seat on a wodden bench in the corner of your eye. "Oh yeah?" he inquires completely uninterested as he pulls out his phone.

"Mhm, just not with you." You say with a snicker, walking over to the boy scrolling on his phone, manspreading annoyingly in his black slacks. "Wow." he deadpans at your insult, ticking you off a little. "So you agree?" Chuuya asks, azure eyes finally gazing up to meet yours, you nod in agreement. "That's right." You smile begrudgingly. "What a waste of a lovely night." You heaved a sigh as you take a seat next to him, using your palm to steady yourself atop the wood; instead feeling fabric brushing under your fingers.

You looked over suspiciously, seeing your fingers tangled over the redheads. You both swat your hands away with pink spreading all over your cheeks. The boy's once bored eyes widened in surprise, looking into your shocked ones; he clutched onto his phone with his other gloved hand for dear life.

"Shit-"

Shit.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Zoro Taking Care of You (FLUFF)

@roronoaswifey ❤️

Black Fem Reader

CW: Established Relationship, Mentions of stomach pains ig, Clueless YetSoft!Zoro

I dont usually like posting on Sundays but why tf nat.

“Where is she?”

Zoro kept mumbling through the entire Sunny looking for you. You usually were under him or he under you when he woke up from his afternoon nap, but you weren’t and it made the boy a bit upset.

Cranky at best.

Maybe even pissy. But don’t tell him that, he would never admit he relies on you to take a proper nap.

“What the hell could she be?”

He grumbled around, heavy feet hitting the wodden floors of the entire ship until he back tracked hearing your voice from a cracked door.

“He—“

There you were, in the fetal position, holding your tummy, your legs keep moving up and down against each other as if that could possibly soothe the consistent pain you’ve been feeling for what seems like HOURS.

You looked a mess, felt a mess, and seeing your big boyfriend look at you with a contorted expression didnt help.

“Zooooooo.” You whined throwing your arm up weakly, motioning him to come closer, you felt a bit conflicted though, you hated to have your man see you like this, so weak, so helpless, and just wanted to die at that point.

Little did you know Zoro hated whenever you got like this every month.

He usually keeps his distance, you’re a bit moodier and don’t like to be bothered, but this was different, you really were in a different kind of pain and without much words being exchanged he cautiously walked over to you, his big warm palm rested on your thigh.

“You um…you okay?”

“Do I look fuckin—-“ You couldn’t even finish your irritated snap back a sharp pain already knocked the wind out of you, causing you to spill out a whimper.

Zoro groaned, rolling his eyes, not because he didn’t care but because even in discomfort you still wanna be a little smart ass.

“Move over.”

“I can’t….ZOOOO!”

Without thought you felt his big bare strong arms curl around your body, to lift you and place you on the other side of the bed, throwing off his shirt Zoro wraps his arms around you again to place on his soften chest.

You wasn’t sure why, maybe it was his scent, the way his hand was rested on your arm rubbing up and down so softly against your skin, or maybe it was the small forehead kiss against your soft curls, but Almost in an instant you felt like crying, and due to your hormones that’s what you did.

“WHA-WHY ARE YOU CRYING I DIDN’T HURT YOU!?”

His panic ALMOST made you laugh, but you held it in to look up at his worried eyes, with the last bit of strength you had you touched his flustered cheek to kiss it. Feeling his face relax a bit from the sheer fear that was in his face.

“You didn’t. Thank you…”

Zoro looks at your tired eyes. Your body was used to sleeping against his that his warm immediately made you sleepy, he gently pushes your head back down into his neck.

Your boyfriend turns to your mirror beside your bed, seeing your sleeping figure, one of your legs over his, like you guys usually sleep, face lightly frowning due to subtle pains arising again, he looks at your hand pressed against your lower tummy and replaces it with his giant warmer one. He notices your face starting to soothe and he smirks, rubbing small circles against you.

He kept staring at you. Your face so soft, so gorgeous in his eyes, dammit he didn’t know what to do with you, if he could he’d just keep you inside his pocket to protect you from everything, and if he could; your cramps as well.

He looked back down, your lips just inches from his he notices your pretty plumped lips , he just couldn’t help himself from giving it a light peck, cheeks beginning to turn red hoping you wont catch him in the act as he still rubs your belly.

“Feel better, mama…”

[lexa-griffins]

Im imagining Lexa traveling through the woods with her small toddling child. She is vaguely aware of something large moving in the distance. The longer they walk, the closer it gets… Eventually the large blond wolf reveals itself. Stalking towards them, snarling… Lexa stops, scared. But this tiny adorable child runs straight for werewolf Clarke. Hugging her giant face. Werewolf Clarke lays down and just immediately starts licking little bbs face. Lexa just standing there in awe.

Anywho’s. Thats my cuteness thought of the day😂

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I am going to SCREAM, oh my fucking god this is so cute!!!!!!!!

Accused of being a witch in her hometown Lexa is forced to flee with her small baby in her arms. She barely had anything in her bag other than few food and a blanket and a bow and arrow, having been taught how to hunt as a child.

She's looking for something, a cave, a small house in the woods, a tent, somewhere she can rest and allow her babu to sleep comfortably in.

Lexa feels it before she sees it. She feels watched; stalked. She's on high alert, bow in hand, ready to defend her baby with her life. There are rumors that Lexa is aware of, legend of the creatures this forest serves a home to but Lexa would slay a whole demon if it meant keeping her kid safe, urging the toddler to stay close to her and quickly small arms wrap around her leg, afraid of the darken woods.

The monster surges forward from the tree line with a loud snarl and Lexa immediately points the arrow at its head, terrifying teeth on display, dangerous eyes focused on Lexa's weapon.

Lexa registers two late that the warmth of her baby around her leg is gone and her heart drops when she looks to the side to watch them toddling towards the werewolf with a joyful smile and a "doggy!" cheer to their voice. She hears her heart beating in her ears, terror sweeping over her.

But as soon as the beast sees her small bundle, it stops. Teeth put away, the massive wolf suddenly looks confused as the baby approaches it, hands stretched on front of them to pet the big dog. A sniff to air and the wolf's tail waggles with excitment at the small child, dropping to the floor in a rather playful, calm manner.

The baby jumps to petting the wolf who allows her to without discussion, licking the baby's face as a thank you and making the small toddler giggle.

Lexa finally regains her nerve after staring on awe at the scene, approaching child and wolf with careful steps and with a gentle pet to the wolf's head she sweeps her child into her arms, telling them it is time to go and thanking the gentle giant "for not eating us". It stays down as they walk away and Lexa takes a deep breath once it's out of few, gently reprimanding her child for doing such a dangerous thing.

It is about 10 minutes later when Lexa feels herself being watched once again. This time the wolf quickens its pace to catch up with them before slowing down and accompanying them. The toddler begs to be put down and after staring at the wolf as if asking for confirmation it wont eat her baby she lets them down. With a smile she watches as her baby pets the wolf and the wolf licks their chubby face in return before allowing the toddler to hold its fur along side Lexa's hand as they walk.

An hour more into the trip, Lexa finds herself tired and cold, snow having started to makes it's way down. The baby has fallen asleep, holding on to the wolf's fur as they sleep on its back. Lexa looks around, hoping to see smoke from a camp fire or chimney with no luck. Watching her attentively the wilf bites on the fabric of her lose shirt, pulling her along. Lexa asks what it wants, as if the wolf was to answer but after a few tigs to her shirt Lexa decides to follow it. It seems to have a fondness for her baby so at the very least Lexa knows it wont hurt them.

Lexa follows it through the woods, questioning out loud where it's taking them before a clearing up ahead gives way from a small wodden cabin, seemingly inhabited. Lexa sighs of reloef as they approach it, opening the front dore carefully, bow pointed at the darkness before she deems to empty. It has a single bedroom with bed, and Lexa urges the wolf with her baby on its back insidr as she tries to star a fire, looking around for a few candles.

She catches a rabbit and cooks it over the fire, feeding the wolf what she knows she will not be able to eat. It is already past midnight when Lexa takes her baby from the wolf's grasp, until now both happily cuddling by the fire. The wolf whines but does not lift its head from its place by the fire as it looks at Lexa holding her small child and wishing her a goodnight and thanking her for bringing them here.

The next morning Lexa wakes up underneath the blankets she brought, alone in the bed, the su light shinning through the small window of the bedroom. It was not a dream it seems. As Lexa opens the door she sees the fire still going but unlike she thought she would, she sees neither the wolf nor her baby and panic sets in.

Right on cue tho, the front door opens and in walks her child, cheeks red from the cold outside. Lexa walks towards them, to hug them or lecture them, she had yet to make up her mind when after her child enters a woman, the golden of her hair the exact same color of the massive wolf's fur.

The woman looks st her with a smile, arms filled branches and Lexa stares at her in disbelief, clearly connecting the dots.

"You're the-"

"Wolf? I am. Good morning."

"How? And who-?"

"Klork mommy!"

Her child says, staring at her with a smile. It is obvious Klork as already introduced herself.

"Klork?"

"Yeah, I'm Clarke. And your name is...?"

"I'm... Lexa." Lexa states, bewildered.

They stare at each other for a while, Lexa's kid seemingly getting bored of their silence and sitting by the fire to play with the two rocks they brought in from outside.

Lexa's stomach grumbling is the one that kills the silence. The wolf-woman smiles big then, perfect teeth a heavy contrast with the sharp ones Lexa saw last night.

"Right, so, breakfast?" She asks, moving to the small kitchen area the cabin offers, Lexa's toddler following after her, both chanting about wanting food.

Lexa looks at them, and then around the cabin before wondering what else did she expect after following a damn wolf through the woods.

[cybertroniannugget]

I am here for you

Optimus Prime x ftm reader

Dec 12

Accurate representation of me on ice

After yesterday's discussion, you actually find yourself on ice even after protesting. It's a bit dark once, but turns cute afterwards don't worry.

Warnings: implied transphobia, weird guy trying to be a flirt, crossing boundaries

About this fic: ftm reader, ice skating with the gang

"What are you doing?"

"Trying not to embarrass myself."

"Infront of Optimus?"

Your face, already reddened from the cold turned even more red as you blush, your pitiful attempt on speaking up for yourself failing miserably.

"You know what? Today is the day.", Lennox said, firmly pushing you toward the Prime, who stood at the sidelines, watching Bumblebee spin on the ice astonishingly fast.

Trying to protest, you make an effort to slide to the side, away from the soldier who seemingly wished to embarrass you.

Bending forward with your arms stretched out you try to regain your balance, slowly moving towards the railing of the ice field, hoping no one was watching. Holding onto the wodden handrail for dear life, feet sliding away under you, you curse internally, wishing you'd never set foot on the ice.

Lennox only scoffed in disbelief, sliding over to a group of his comrades, who were challenging eachother to skate as fast as humanly possible. But a few landing on their butts was inevitable.

Bumblebee and Jazz were making friends with a group of teenagers and young adults, carelessly skating around.

You felt a hand on your lower back which makes you wince. "Hey beautiful, just making sure if you fall, that you'll fall for me."

Shooting him a questionable look, you actually lose balance, falling right into the stranger's arms.

He didn't even attempt on lifting you up, just holding you like this with his arm around your waist again, his face too close for your liking.

"Get off me!", you protest.

"But we're having a romantic moment dear.", he whispers, grabbing your chin.

His breath hits you like a truck, the smell of alcohol making you dizzy.

"Hey, they told you to leave him alone!"

You try to turn you head to the right to look at Optimus, who approached the scene, but the strange man ripped your head to face him again.

"Him?!", the guy scoffs, staring at Prime.

Heart pounding in your chest, you try to free yourself from his grasp, the grip tightening even more.

"Let go now", Optimus yells sternly, pulling the attention of everyone around onto him.

"Nah man, she's mine, get your own."

The following events went by too fast for you to register them properly.

Optimus sped forward, sucker punching the dude, sending him to the floor.

He then pays no more attention to him, catching you, and lifting you back up to your feet, guiding you away.

The Prime's arm was tightly around your waist, while you held onto his other hand tightly.

When the two of you had left the ice, you sat down on a bench in a less crowded area, with you still hanging onto his jacket, trembling.

"Are you alright?", he whispers, his hand caressing your back soothingly.

Wrapping your arms around him, you hug him tightly, face buried in his chest.

He hugs you in response, the hand that had been caressing your back on your head now, doing the same.

"Thank you."

"Please do not worry. I am here for you."

[darkdumbass]

Hi there! This is random, but I really really love the way you do line art! I love how simple, clean, and direct it feels. It has great energy and feels really appealing! I’m trying to improve my own line art right now… I feel like it takes me a long time to choose the “right” lines and end up with clean finish. What to you think has helped you get up to this point with your line art the most? Do you have any suggestions of ways to study and practice? Any favorite artists you look up to for their lines?

I love your work ❤️ thank you

Hello! Thank you for the kind words. I enjoy doing linework a lot, so this is nice to hear :)

These days my line art is more of a "clean drawing" rather than what one usually imagines under traditional line art, which would be opaque lines with varying weight. Right now I like to use a brush that doesn't vary size with pen pressure but varies opacity only. It gives the lines a very soft feeling that I've grown to love.

I browsed through your art, and I was a bit blown away actually, because I think you have a fantastic energy and expression in your drawings, which is something I aspire to have myself. You are very knowledgable about line weight and shapes, so I won't bore you with explaining any of that, haha.

I think good line art comes down to confidence. Obviously, an artist needs a confident hand to avoid shaky lines, to lead them exactly the way they want to, to give them an energy. This sort of mechanical skill is acquired through experience.

But! I've always felt there is a sort of a mental side to this as well, which is best observed during traditional inking. You have to commit to your lines, you have to trust them. You have to sit back and give control to your hand, because with the experience it has, it also has a mind of its own. This sounds pretty out there, but it's about letting go and not overthinking it. I realized this when I looked up to Jim Lee's work as an older teen. There's a lot of videos on YT where you can see his process, which looks utterly effortless. Take this one for example. It's quick, so it's a bit rough, but it does look like his hand is just doing whatever!

I fostered that approach in my art while doing daily drawing from life - straight to inks without sketching. The drawings look wonky a lot of the time, but it gave me confidence where it mattered later. To this day, when I do clean lines in digital too, I adopt this mindset of letting go, which gives the lines more leeway, which also means that if the line doesn't go exactly where it should according to the sketch, I can still trust it. (Although contrary to this, I still put a lot of controlled effort into faces, and this approach comes more easily while drawing bodies and clothes.)

As for suggestions for practice, as I've already mentioned, drawing from life straight to inks (I recommend this over going straight to inks from imagination as that's extremely difficult, at least for me). Have a fast hand, and do long lines even if they come out wobbly. Try to let your hand roleplay Jim Lee here and there - let it do that flick that crosses a line it shouldn't have, let it make a turn with an accidental squiggle, let it pool a bit of ink at the end of the line. Fake it till you make it. At first, I suggest trying this on subjects that aren't your expertise (eg. in my case, draw a bottle instead of a person), so you don't subconsciously compare this to your best work, but make sure you're still having fun :)

Of course, it helps to like doing line art too. I don't know what your relationship to it is, but if it suffers, I suggest busting out the traditional inks with dipping pens, wodden skewers and brushes. It connects me with the process like nothing else.

As for my favorites, I can recommend one of my favorite manga artists - Satoru Noda. Superbly confident and energetic linework. Check out his series Golden Kamuy or Dogsred :)

I hope this will give you a small idea of how I approach my line art. It might be a mess… If you have any more questions as a result of this, or related to anything else, don't hesitate to ask!

[fornasedensgudar]

Hii 🤗 Hope you are well. I love your art! Will definitely get a print or two when I get the chance.

I was wondering if you would tell me (your vision) about Sigyn and Hela?

Sigyn has been with me for some time now, and though she doesn’t communicate much, I feel very connected to her. Through her I had a couple of meaningful encounters with Loki, even though I don’t work with him directly. I would like to strengthen my bond to her but not sure how.

Hela recently made herself known in things I’d been carrying for easily over a year. It never occurred to me that she was there until she came out almost shouting. I feel like she’s expecting me to give her her due but I don’t know what to offer her.

I’m hoping that hearing about other pagan’s ideas and relationships to these goddesses might help me get a clue.

Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day ✨

Hi 😀 thank you Im doing good. And thank you, always warms my heart that so manny pepole seemes to like what I do ❤️

Ok sure thing. I dont work with Sigyn much but perspectives are good.

So Sigyn. For me shes a goddess of strenght in tuff times, a goddess of strengt and light in the dark. This is also why for me she is included during Disablot, when the nights are long and the the world still cold, to find strength in the one that stod for endless nights awaiting light and reelife.

I find her also as a goddess of victory, makes sense do to her name meaning "female friend of victory". I find her surprisingly innocent compared to her husband, with a good nature, but very choosy of who she helps. Like, less active. I love that you also, just like me, finds her also not comunicating much haha. In short I see her, as a burning start, The one that burns the britghtes in the darkest moments. Idk if this helpes sense I dont work with her much, but hope its of some help.

Idk what would would be the perfect offering for you to give her, its more what the offerings means to you that matters, the symbolic meaning.

But I offer her just good foood, bread, baked goods and a lot of drinks, wine, mead, honey water and hard alcohol. But try what feels right for you.

But if i was you, I say, maybe the best thing you can give her is your time.

She is one of the least talked about goddesses and with not that manny who do rituals to her often, most pepole are all about her husband or Thor or Odin and Freya. So I say, just sit down in a Nice place and think and feel, dont expect her to comunicate a lot or something grand or mind blowing magical thing. But just sitt and be, and have her as your focus. Let that time and moment and space, be a offering to the one all to manny forgotten.

And then we have Hela. Or as I call her, Hel.

Hel I worked with a lot. For me she is maybe not death it self, but death centric, or the one that rules desth. I see her as the one that watch over bones and graves, queen of the dead and to whom all shall go to sooner or latter. Like the one that watch over those in the grave and your ancestors. As well as her being a direct line to them.

When I hold rites to her around Alvablot, I often wear a wodden or ceramic mask I made, something other local hesthens sometimes do as well, but a cloth works just as fine to hide your face. Its to honor her during the blot while also protect yourself and not bring death in to your life. We also have a statue of her in the Temple year around, but coverd her up with a cloth, do to the whole temple just feeling diffrent and well, full of death after we put her statue there. But I dont see her as bad or evil. More of a, loving embrace, like a wathfull kind hug that I one day get to trully feel. So its not that Im afraid of her, just carefull and respectfull of her.

Its hard to describe without getting to personal. But I hope you get it.

To her I often decorate the altar with dead colourfull leafs, a lot of candels and bones and teeth and animal parts. Offerings to her may include dried flowers, something ones alive but now dead, yeat still remaining its beauty. As well mead, wine, baked goods, candy, fruits and meat from the hunt.

A thing that I do tho, thats not really for her but that I like to do, is happening soon tbh.

Around all souls night/all saints night here in Sweden when the graveyeards are filled with candels, I go supper dupper late and often also the night after. Like when there is no one there but like 1000 candels are lit. I just calmly walk around and relit each and every candle that for some reason or other gone out during that one night. Someone was there earlier so the person is belloved and special to someone. I dont light my own on strangers graves, but I make sure that all those candels put there with love and sorrow get to burn to the very end and ligt up the night for both the dead and the living. Its not for everyone, but its a thing for me.

You also get to see a bunch of spooky stuff if you are lucky haha.

I find it intresting that you find her as shouting, I see her more as quiet and always in controll, with a calm in mind. Not in form tho. Thats more loud. My fiance who do a lot of Sejdr work describe her as flashes. Not half a corps and half a healthy woman. But like if you were in a room of blinkning lights and she go from looking dead to looking alive over and over again, no one of those forms was true to her being, because she is fully both at the same time, the living death.

Now you dont have to do it the way I do. Try things out and dont be afraid. Try the offerings I give her if you like, but its ok to just experiment and see what works for you.

And as always, the way I see them is not absolut or "the true way". Everyone see them and work with them diffrent and I always want pepole to try to find what works for themself. But I hope my perspektive was of any help.

Sorry about my english btw, engelska är inte alls mitt bästa eller mitt första språk och dyslexi är en riktig jävel haha.

And thank you again, and I hope you also have a lovley day ❤️

[arthurflecksgirl]

Arthur took a deep breath before he opened the door to the adorable looking cabin in the woods. This is the place he would spent Christmas eve with you and your family. There was so many potential for new memories that Arthur felt a bit shaken by the thought of it. He knew he felt save with you but somehow everything was a little bit overwhelming to him. Arthur hesitated to get in and turned around to look at the breathtakingly beautiful scenery. The snowy woods, the frozen lake. Here he was surrounded by nature. And nature seemed to be sleeping. Resting under a soft blanket of snow until it would bloom again next spring.

"Are you ready, Artie?" Arthur was about to bite his nails when he realized that he was wearing gloves. "Um.....I guess so.... Maybe not? This is.... I mean... All of this is so beautiful. I can't belive this is real." "It is real, Darling. C'mon let's go inside. You will love it." Arthur sighed as he stepped onto an old fashioned, red and green carpet that spread over the cracky, wodden floor. The whole room was decorated with enchanting Christmas goodies and a huge, cosy fireplace warmed up the place.

"Wow" Arthur couldn't belive his eyes "This looks like in the movies!" He took off his gloves and let his hand slide over the fabric of the couch, the huge blankets and pillows. He let it slide over the wooden walls he was able to see funny patterns in and over the second carped. A fuzzy one that was placed right in front of the fireplace. Arthur took his backpack off and let himself fall onto the floor. He closed his eyes, trying to get a feeling of this beautiful place. He was here with you. This was real.

"I think I need a moment" he whispered to himself. You took off your coat, placed the suitcase in the corner of the room and layed down beside your husband, taking his hand." Do you like it?" Arthur, still with his eyes closed nodded "Yeah. A lot. I think I am going to like it a little too much. If places like this exist, why do we live in Gotham?" his voice cracked.

You tried not to let it show. For a moment you were glad he still had his eyes closed. He knew you so well. He would see it written all over your face that you were hiding something. And you really wanted this to be a big surprise.... So you decited to change he subject.

"Isn't it comfortable here in front of the fireplace?" Arthur opened his eyes "I really like the sound of it. It's like the fire is playing it's own kind of song. It's calming."

That was just one more reason out of a million why you loved him so much. Arthur heard music in everything. He observed everything and sensed the world in his own kind of way. The most beautiful thing in your life was being a part of this world. The one that only exited through his eyes, experienced through his heart.

You leaned in to kiss him deeply. Arthur cupped your face between his hands as he kissed you back.

"Wana know a secret?" you whispered between the kisses.

"Sure, what is it?" he mumbled into your mouth.

" I'm going to make love to you to right here in front of the fireplace when the moment has come. And I'm going to love you all night."

Arthur smiled against your lips. If his face wouldn't have been so close you could have seen him blushing.

"I can't wait...sounds like heaven" he breathed into your neck.

"Hello? Did you arrive?" Your mother's voice interrupted the intimate moment. "I guess it's time to say hello to my parents". Arthur giggled "Alright. Do you think they heard what we were talking about?" You couldn't help but smile at Arthur's comment. He was still so young at heart. "Dont worry about that, sweetheart. C'mon. They must be so excited to greet you."

Arthur got off the floor and dusted off his clothes, even though they were completely clean. He brushed his hair with his fingers. "Am I looking good?" "You look amazing, Arthur!" "No jokes, right? I gotta remember that". You took his hand and lead him to the door. "You can tell as many jokes as you want to." Arthur nodded quietly. He had to keep in mind there were no rules. He just had to be himself.

"Yes Mum. We arrived. We're going to come upstairs in a second" you yelled as you opened the door. "Okay" it echoed from the other room. Arthur helped you out of your coat before he took off his own. Your bodies had been all warmed up by now. Arthur sqeezed your hand on the way upstairs. You could tell his hand was sweaty from excitement. A moment later two friendly looking faces greeted him at the door.

"Arthur. Welcome! Oh, my dear come in. We cannot wait to have you here."

Arthur looked at you, then looked back to your mum. He wanted to say something but all the words were stuck. Your parents knew about how shy he could be at times and tried to make him as comfortable as possible.

"Merry Christmas Arthur" your father yelled so loudly it made Arthur chuckle. "Here we go. The ice is broken" your dad joked as he and your mum both leaned forward to give Arthur a big bear hug. Your husband's eyes filled with tears already. How could he possible make it through dinner without embarrassing himself by crying happy tears?

"Make yourself at home, Arthur okay? This IS your home after all...." your mum secretly blinked at you.

Arthur started playing with his own hands "I don't know what to say. Thank you!" Your mum laughed "Oh dear, but it hasn't even started!" she checked her watch as her husband put some plates on the table. "Dinner will be ready in a bit. I hope you're hungry?" Arthur felt nervous about the question. His medication caused him to never really feel hungry. "Sorry Arthur. That came out wrong. You don't have to eat anything if you don't feel like it. But in case you do there will be plenty of delicious food." Arthurs lips starred twitching "Thank you all... Do... Do you mind if I have a smoke?" "Of course not" your dad said in the back of the kitchen "Feel free to do whatever you want. As we said. Make yourself at home."

You stroke Arthur's back as he lit himself a cigarette and watched your parents placing all sorts of vegetable meals on the table. On the side sweet deserts were waiting. "You know, Arthur. We are so lucky to have you here. You can't even imagin how much we were looking forward to welcome you here." Arthur looked at his own hand holding the cigarette "Really?" "Yes! Do you like the house? The scenery?" Arthur smiled "I like it a lot. I love it actually" he said as you joined your parents at the decorated table. A delicious smell filled the cosy room and christmassy Jazz was playing in the background.

You grabbed Arthurs hand and sqeezed it three times. He knew what it meant. "I love you". Arthur did the same in return and he felt like his heart made a tiney jump in his chest. A dance maybe. His nose started itching but he couldn't move. He looked at the candles on the dinner table. Through their lightening everything here seemed like a dream. But soon enough Arthur would realize that he was wide awake, loved and finally part of a family.

---to be continued---

[yunarise]

@iiryoku said: ❝ Doc- Ratioooo~ ❞ left the gambler's glossy lips as he followed the tall male, clearly not caring that the man, was most likely too busy to pay attention to him or, simply outright ignored him. Aventurine couldn't care less that heads were turning as he kept on following the doctor, uncaring that he had to speed up his steps as he did so, while dodging the people in his path. ❝ Come on, doc, slow down- ❞ Was it because he hadn't told the other about his last mission, which had ended up, with him being injured? No, that couldn't be it, he wouldn't truly care about that. ❝ If I didn't know any better, I would say that you're ignoring me, ❞ the words were lashed with sarcasm as amusement was pulled onto Aventurine's features, effortlessly, while he continued to follow the familiar back.

Aventurine is worse than any fly, insistent on buzzing right beside his ear. Veritas continues to stride forward, uncaring of his students' curious stares, hastening his steps until they reach his office. He opens the door and pushes Aventurine inside, his hand snatching the gambler's akin to a snake snatching its prey. And isn't it hilarious that his mind rouses the image of a reptile before his inner eye, now of all times.

Jade's glossed lips had curved deviously as she'd leaned in, not touching but intruding on Veritas space's closely enough to smell the stifling sweetness of her perfume; a temptress born from Eden's garden; a cloying sweetness that of rot rather than the fruit of widom greedy sheltered by an uncaring god. They all claim to be loving, yet watch passively as their darlings suffer without remorse.

Veritas pushes Aventurine up against the wodden door as soon as it closes behind them, separating them from the busy student body and nosy colleages, who whisper about the man who holds Veritas heart in the palm of his hand. It's not a secret. Veritas never attempted to hide his affection even if Aventurine appears too riddled with self-doubt to notice the depths of Veritas care.

"Your prowess of observation are truly without compare," he exhales with a hot puff of air against Aventurine's face. Veritas continues to hold onto the gamber's wrist, squeezing it to still his own's trembling. "What were you thinking?" he snarls, anger burning brightly in his chest. It's passion that makes his heart burn, but he recognizes the fear egging him on even more. It's not an emotion he knows how to manage well, he never had. This - and Aventurine by extension - are his Achilles' heel. "You idiot! Why would you use your life so carelessly? There was no need to endanger yourself, and I know you would have cheerfully sacrificed even more if the chance had presented itself." Veritas feels the dryness of his mouth, the chilled sweat leaving his pores at the thought of what could have happened. What almost did happen. "Why can't you care about your life? Or if you're incapable of even the smallest modicum of love for yourself, why can't you consider the pain you put your loved ones through when acting like this?"

Veritas bites his lip, a new flash of anger alighting his eyes as he thinks back to Jade's taunting words; her honeyed gaze and the show of emotion on her face.

' He's the IPC's and, by extention, mine. I may choose to discard him if I deem it favorable for our cause; if he causes more damage than he's worth. '

He pushes Aventurine more firmly against the door, glaring while choosing to ignore the wetness entering his eyes. He's never been ashamed of how he feels even if he isn't prone to professing it. "If you care for me, you ought to also care for yourself!"

' Do look after him, will you? '

[clarissaexplainsbatchall]

A Violent Peace

"I want those tanks," he said as his saber came down towards her head, but the flat of Clarissa's rapier knocked it aside just enough for it to pass a few centimeters past her ear and she retreated a step.

Lord Henri Mattemeo of Escobas was dressed in his military uniform of tight black pants, thigh high boots and a dark purple jacket with gold piping. He looked every bit the defender of his land and from the sweat beading on his smooth shaven dark face he seemed intent on proving it.

Clarissa wore her Sea Fox dress uniform of white pants, black boots, blue double breasted jacket with lines of gold buttons running up her chest, and a pair of thin glasses from behind which her impossibly pale white eyes refused to focus on anything. Her rapier raised once again, the point brought up directly between his eyes and her own. "The prove it, Lord Mattemeo."

Off to the side of the opulent sitting room their wine glasses were left half full on a side table, the bottle forlornly alone nearby to keep company with the plush leather chairs which they had so recently occupied. The skin of some exotic beast, black and vicious, lay before a roaring fire which kept the cold of the raging winter storm beating at the windows at bay.

Mattemeo was much larger than her, two meters of muscle and arrogance to her one and a half of reserved grace, which is why he had chosen this contest. Assuming equal skill, as he was right to do considering that they were both career soldiers, his mass would easily win out in a contest of blades. And it was going as he had predicted.

Every time their swords clashed Clarissa was forced back, one step at a time. Now her back was almost against the glass doors leading to the balcony and she could hear them rattling in their frames as the snows and winds pounded against them demanding entry to the palace.

He came again, his heavy cavalry saber once more coming in from above to beat away her defenses, and it was the moment that Clarissa had been baiting. Her parry switched from four to one. Her hand raised, the tip of her blade dropped nearly vertical to the ground and she met the blow. It was laughably ineffective and never to be used against strikes to the head, much less overhand ones, but she had been watching his strikes, studying how he liked to come down.

His saber rang hard, not against her blade, but against the basket hilt of her rapier, knocking it the sword completely out of her hand, but his saber rebounded up a few centimeters out of his control. It was enough.

She stepped into his guard, grabbed the font of his jacket in one hand, and with a movement like waves rolling over rocks she threw Mattemeo to the ground. His sword went clattering across the waxed wodden floor and she rolled over him, planting her knee into his chest and kneeling on him, her left hand pressed against his throat. They were both breathing heavy, and he stared up at her with a look of shock which slowly broke out into a wide grin, "Marry me."

"I would prefer not to," Clarissa said calmly, then pressed her hand a little harder into his throat. "Do you yield?"

He nodded, laughing, "I know when I'm bested. I suppose the Free World's League will have to do without those tanks." She stood and offered him her hand, which he took as he levered himself back up to standing and straightened out his now bunched up uniform jacket.

"In this place, at this time, the medical transports will serve your people better, Lord." She slipped her rapier back into its scabbard and went back towards the wine.

"If you won't marry me will you at least be my mistress then?" He said this with a rakish good cheer, and it stopped Clarissa mid step.

She turned her head, facing him not with her eyes, but with her ear, half hidden under the fall of white blonde hair that had come loose from her bun during the fight. She smiled. "I will return. When I do I will be bringing with me a dropship converted for use as a hospital. If you purchase it and leave it as is then I would be impressed with your character."

Mattemeo laughed again, "I thought you clanners were all about the wars and the fighting. Your whole culture is based on it."

At that Clarissa's smile fades. He was right. An entire culture based around violence, blood and death as a means to every end. It was the core of her society, even, as a Warrior, her life. And yet... "The IlClan has emerged. Peace and unification is finally possible. We should start acting like it, quiaff?"

"Aff," Mattemeo laughed. "Come. Let's finish our wine and toast to peace wherever we may find it."

[avirael]

(above screenshot taken by Khian)

The Mother Tree

Rael had grown accustomed to the Forest Sanctuary very quickly. No, in fact it had felt familiar from the first second. They had never seen this place before and yet it felt like home. The sanctuary was a vast area filled with lots of different places connected by serpentine, hidden paths, and yet Rael had no issue whatsoever to find their way in this maze. The place still filled them with endless wonder but at the same time it was as if they had walked these pathways a million times before.

Their training with the oracle had so far not consisted of any powerful magic spells like Rael had expected, but instead of a variation of different meditation techniques as well as training their awareness of their surrounding, the animals and plants, Golmore itself. The raven Frelsi had been Rael’s constant companion and training partner these last few weeks, always somewhere close or hopping back and forth between the oracle and Rael.

So it had been that morning too. As Rael had left the small room they had been given - a tiny wodden cabin that seemed partially grown and partially built with a translucent green roof on top - Frelsi had already perched on one of the branches nearby and fluttered over with a happy caw. Rael had raised and arm for the raven to land on and had obediently scratched the birds head with a smile.

One of the guardians had left breakfast in front of Rael’s door - clear water, some fruits as well as a piece of bread and some honey. As usual the benefactor wasn’t visible, just like the guardians were rarely to be seen at all. Rael would have liked to thank them and wondered if one of them was watching right now. “Thank you.”, they said gratefully, sat down in the grass in front of their cabin and ate while Frelsi curiously observed them. Once again Rael wondered what the raven was thinking and tried to feel it’s intentions just as the oracle had tried to teach them the other day.

“What do you want? Food?”, Rael asked none the wiser after a moment and first offered the raven a small slice of apple before trying a crumb of bread instead as the bird tilted its head with a clicking sound. But that didn’t seem to be right either. Instead it fluttered up to Rael‘s shoulder and snuggled up to the side of their head. “You know, I have more important things to do than cuddle you all day, right?”

The raven protested loudly and proceeded to make itself comfortable on Rael’s shoulder as the Viera finished their breakfast. Absentmindedly Rael ate the last slice of apple while raising their face to the sun shining down onto the small clearing from above. With closed eyes they breathed deeply. The air here was wonderfully fresh and clear while at other places in the sanctuary it could be heavier, with more mossy or floral scents.

Rael tried to let their mind wander, focusing on their surroundings, just as the oracle had instructed. Slowly they began to feel the warmth beneath the grass that tickled at Rael’s palms and bare feet. With every day they got better at feeling the energy flow through the forest, from the ground, through the tree trunks and branches up to the highest leaves of the jungle. It felt like a network of glimmering golden streams that connected all life to one another. Peaceful yet lively, in perfect harmony. Rael tried to feel where the flow was directed and find the biggest vein in this spiderweb of energy.

Slowly they stood up, curled their toes into the grass and hesitantly turned this way and that before finally deciding on a path. With slow careful steps they started walking, leaving the clearing behind and following the golden streams to where the energy seemed strongest. It was not a straight path but instead lead them in turns and loops through different areas. Quite some time Rael wandered through the forest, seemingly without aim, wondering if this idea was going to lead them anywhere at all, when suddenly they emerged from a thick layer of trees and found themself standing in a familiar place.

It was the big circular glade surrounded by ancient looking trees with white bark and colorful leaves, where Rael had met the oracle for the first time. The pavilion at the small pond in the middle of the meadow lay empty this time, the oracle nowhere to be seen. This place already had an aura of great importance the first time they had been here but now Rael could feel that all the energy streams seemed to lead to this place.

Rael was not sure if they were allowed to be here at all but nonetheless stepped onto the glade and followed the golden streams to the opposite side. There all of the energy lines met at a point where a particular tall tree stood. The white tree was covered in heartshaped leaves in all hues of gold and amber and its trunk was so wide that it would probably take at least a dozen people to surround it once. Its massive roots peaked out of the ground in uneven curves and stretched out in all directions. It looked incredibly old and powerful.

Frelsi, who had so far preferred to be carried around, cawed and took flight. In wide circles the raven ascended around the tree and Rael followed it with their eyes and watched it land on a strong branch far far upwards. In awe Rael stared at the wide canopy and listened to the rustling of the leaves. Suddenly it seemed like hundreds of voices were whispering in their ears at once and Rael felt the urge to reach out and put a hand on the colourless bark.

When they did the pure amount of magic they felt made Rael gasp and shiver at first. Then however they realised that the tree with all the life running through it actually felt warm beneath their fingertips. It was strangely calming and familiar feeling. Slowly Rael closed their eyes and focused once again on the energy cursing back and forth and suddenly it was as if they were elsewhere entirely.

One moment they flew through the forest on large wings looking down at a band of Wood-Warders, the next they stalked through the thicket hungrily observing through slitted pupils a bunch of soldiers clad in metal armors.

What was this? Different places in Golmore? How did it work?

Rael wondered if they could willingly see whatever place they wanted and tried to focus on a thought. After a moment it was a if they blinked and suddenly crouched in the corner of a tidy wodden house, feeling incredibly small in comparison to the furniture. With surprise Rael squeaked as they in fact recognised the room and more importantly the woman standing by the fireplace. It seemed impossible but this was without doubt their mother.

Abruptly the scene changed again as Rael felt a presence approaching them in the corner of their mind. At once they looked down from a tall tree of white and gold over a shiny black beak and saw themself standing between the tree roots. They were too transfixed by the strangeness of seeing themself from outside their body that they didn’t realise there was a person approaching them until a voice spoke behind them.

“Now focus your mind on the future instead of the present.”

Shocked Rael whirled around, the connection instantly lost. Somewhat dizzy they stared at the small viera in front of them and suddenly felt caught. Their milky white eyes looked eerie and expressionless and Rael was never quite sure if they looked at them or were focused on something else entirely.

“Hello Rael.”, the viera spoke softly.

For a few more seconds Rael just stared, finding it strangely difficult to form thoughts and to speak them out loud.

“Hello Green Oracle.”, they said unsure how to properly address them and found their own voice sounding weirdly unsteady. “I am sorry... I don’t know if I should be here…”

But instead of scolding them the oracle smiled gently. “Where else should you be? And please, call me Kelta.”

“What did I just see?”, Rael suddenly blurted out and hesitantly looked over their shoulder.

“Come, child. Let us sit down and I will answer your questions.”, the oracle offered and led Rael to the pavilion, before beginning to explain. “This is the Mother Tree. It is the oldest tree in this forest and the heart of Golmore itself. It also provided the nectar you drank that day you arrived here.”

Rael understood the words but it did little to explain to them what they had just seen. Almost like asking a question they said, “I was in different places just now…”

The oracle nodded. “At least your mind was, yes.”

“How is that possible?!”, Rael didn’t intend to sound upset but suddenly their heart was racing in their chest. As if it felt Rael’s nervousness Frelsi swooped down from the giant tree, landed on the floorboards of the small pavilion and hopped onto Rael’s lap. As the raven made itself comfortable and Rael visibly relaxed too, the oracle smiled.

“Let me answer with another question. Why did you touch the tree?”

Slowly Rael explained how they had noticed the energy streams in front of their cabin and had followed them all the way here. How the tree had whispered to them and the things they had seen as they had touched it.

“You were talented before but now that you have chosen your path you are even closer connected to the forest and every living thing in it. Golmore’s energy enhances your abilities. It can guide you, if you let it. Just as you now looked at different places, with a bit of practice you will be able to catch glimpses of the future. The magic of the forest can boost your vision but soon you will be able to use your talent without the help of the Mother Tree.”

The whispers of the forest had been nothing new to Rael but in this intensity and with the visions added to them it still felt a bit much. Rael didn’t know what they had expected but it occurred to them that with such skills as the oracle suggested there was no need for powerful spells if you could foresee any trouble stirring in the jungle before it even appeared and prepare counter-measures accordingly.

But why were they still struggling to keep out the invaders then? Or was this the only thing that allowed the Rava and Golmore to fight back so efficiently and slow down the attempts to conquer the forest?

“But how can I learn to use these powers willingly?”, Rael asked instead, eager to learn and take part in keeping their home safe.

“Patience and practice.”, the oracle explained. “First you need to learn calming your mind. The fact that you were able to follow the energy here without help is a good first step. But focus will also help you control your visions. As long as there are other things occupying your thoughts, it will be difficult to unfold your full potential and control your powers.”

Rael understood what the oracle said but wasn’t their mind already fully focused on their task and their training? There had to be more to it than this…

The confusion must have been visible on Rael’s face or maybe the oracle had simply read their thoughts. Somehow Rael suddenly thought that this was not impossible.

“What I am trying to say is this: You are still only seeing with your eyes and hearing with your ears most of the time. But there is so much more… For example: Tell me, how many people or animals are nearby at the moment?”

Rael was aware this had to be a trick questions. With a bit of uncertainty they scanned the glade for animals, the treeline for Rava and the branches for birds, without seeing any. “Just the raven and us?”

A little smile appeared on the oracle’s face.

“Now try again. Close your eyes like you did earlier but instead of only focusing on the energy lines take a look at how me and the raven look to you in this network. And then try to find similar appearances in the surrounding.”

Rael did as they were told. Seeing the energy streams was easy enough here since there was so much of it in this place. With the massive glow of the giant tree outshining anything else, focusing on people and animals was harder. There was something for sure but it seemed less solid, somehow fleeting like fog. Colorful swirls of energy, in the oracle’s case a powerful glow of the same golden shine as the energy lines and for Frelsi a weaker and more bluish aura.

Slowly Rael tried to extend their awareness to a wider area and at first there was nothing but the bright golden spiderweb of trees. But then in one tree to their left they noticed another bluish swirl not much different from the raven’s. Eyes still closed their raised one arm and pointed towards it, “I think there is another bird over there.”

“Mhm, a few actually… what else?…”, the oracle’s voice encouraged them to continue.

After a moment Rael felt something else at the other side of the glade. “There’s something a bit taller and more greenish over there…”

Without looking to where Rael was pointing the oracle replied, “This one is a deer. Any more Viera except us?”

With this Rael struggled for a few moments and in the end it was only a guess based on size alone. Their colors were different from the oracle and also from each other but Rael could not think of any other creature of this size. “Three ones? Spread out in different directions.”

“Four. You’ve probably missed the yellow aura to the north.”, the oracle corrected. “And also a badger to the east, the more brownish one.”

Rael had missed them since their colors blended in easily with the golden energy lines but now that they knew they could distinguish them clearly. “Yes, I see them…”

Pleased the oracle nodded. “This was very good for a first attempt. I think it took me at least a few months to learn this.”

Surprised Rael opened their eyes and looked at the other Viera’s face. The oracle seemed so omniscient and powerful, it was hard to imagine that they had needed to learn all of this too at some point.

To be honest Rael had spent quite a while thinking about how old and powerful the oracle might be, how long it would take to reach their level and how it was possible that the two of them were here at the same time. They certainly looked similar and it also felt somehow like they had always known each other, so much was hard to deny. But it seemed impossible for Rael to be a reincarnation of someone who was still alive.

“If you have any questions, feel free to just ask.”, the oracle offered, apparently sensing Rael’s curiousity.

As if they had just waited for such an invitation, Rael asked the first thing that came to their mind. “I am supposed to take your place, right?”

The oracle shuckled. “Yes, but don’t worry. I am not going to drop dead any time soon. At least not before I‘ve made sure you are ready to take my place.”

Rael’s brows furrowed. Something about this seemed wrong.

“And the oracle gets reborn among the Viera time over time again, right? But how can both of us be here at the same time then?”

“Ah, I was wondering when you would notice…”, the oracle said and paused for a moment. “The truth is that there is not one but two of us.”

“Two oracles? Why?”, Rael asked. Maybe it was a silly question but it somehow seemed to them like it would make their existence less unique, less special, if there were more than one of their kind.

“There has always been two of us.”, the oracle simply replied unbothered by such doubts. “If one dies, the other waits for their reincarnation to appear and teaches the new oracle how to use their powers, so that one day the student might do the same in return.”

“Do you remember the oracles before you?”, Rael asked wondering how they were different from each other. Kelta and Rael looked almost identical, Kelta’s hair was longer and maybe they even looked slightly younger than Rael, but their characters seemed different enough.

“Only the one who trained me.”, the oracle explained and almost grinned. “You remind me quite a lot of them. Always so serious…”

“I‘m not--…”, Rael wanted to protest but felt that it might be disrespectful to disagree. Instead they embarrassedly looked down remaining silent and scratched Frelsi’s head.

“I apologise, this was not nice. I realise we barely know each other…”, the oracle admitted and put on a friendly but more distanced face again.

It made Rael feel bad to have discouraged them just as they were beginning to speak more openly, not just in their role as oracle but more like an individual person for themself. Rael also still had so many questions, so they tried to keep the conversation going. “Is it okay if I ask what happened to your teacher?”

The Oracle nodded.

“Mjara died I think around eighty or ninety years after they started training me. Yes, I’m sorry that’s about as long as you will have to listen to my instructions…”, the oracle - Kelta - joked with a dark sense of humor. “Now they rest below the roots of the Mother Tree, as most of the former oracles do.”

Rael had not expected this. As if there would be anything to see, they glanced over their shoulder at the large roots of the white tree and tried to imagine how many viera might lie buried there. It still looked exactly the same as before and yet suddenly Rael felt like staring at their own grave.

“Most of the former oracles? What about the rest?”

“For you this may feel new and special but you are not the first one to leave the forest. We watch over this forest since thousands and thousands of years and cases like this happened a few times already…”, Kelta explained.

“And not all of them returned?…”, Rael added to the sentence and wondered if this fact was a bad omen for their own journey, which still lay ahead of them.

“No… I assume some simply failed at their tasks and were killed. Who knows, maybe some didn’t dare to return with the shame of failure or decided that the outside world was more to their liking…”, Kelta pondered for a moment before their gaze returned to the massive tree. “But every oracle for whom this was possible was laid to rest right here. Their souls returned to the circle of rebirth and their bodies nurturing the Mother Tree, who in return will forever grant us access to our full powers, so that we might protect Golmore from all harm.”

In a way all this information was a bit much at once and at the same time Rael’s mind swirled with more and more questions. It would take a while to answer all of them and let it all sink in.

Disillusioned Rael understood that while they always had thought themself so smart, talented and special, in reality they had barely scratched the surface of everything that was still to learn and to know.

They had come here as a selfish child, looking for answers. Trying to find the place where they belong, trying to find out who they truly are. Slowly Rael realised that the path they had chosen put a heavy responsabilty on their shoulders. This was more than a prophecy, more than a riddle they needed to solve. This was about who they would need to become.

More than a magic-gifted child, more even than a powerful seer.

A guardian.

Lifes would depend on it.

[asterjennifer]

Mark

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Saeran & Saeyoung (& V)

Word count: 2,599

After so long apart, it was inevitable for them to me again.

He resigned to the idea that's been feed to him. However, his other half isn't exactly thinking the same.

The moment they stood together in front of the big doors forced his heart to swell up into his throat. The wodden color of warm brown reached his consciousness only in vague shapes, he couldn't really focus on a specific detail on the door. He stood as straight as a candle; unsure how to approach the entire situation.

“Do you need some more time?”

Jihyun's voice was soft when reaching out to the younger man beside him, stiffer than he'd like to admit. His voice was welcoming, warm even the moment he noticed his distress, however, he only shook his head.

“No, no… I am okay. Let's go inside.”

Mint colored hair fell forward after Jihyun titled his head to see his face better; much to his displeasure. He breathed through before rocking back to his heels for a second, taking in more air. It would be fine and it's nothing that's having business leaving his heart to almost hammer out of his chest.

The two, big hands on his shoulders caught him off guard. Turned with ease in order to be face to face, and Jihyun looked at him the way he'd done quite a lot lately. Fresh determination inside his shining eyes that paired ever so well with the new found calm he'd claimed over time. Yet a honest expression of strict feelings that kept his face wrinkle free.

“I mean it, Saeran. If you feel too nervous then we can go in a little later. This small amount of time won't do anything.”

He hushed his racing brain one more time. For a moment he's speechless, wondering how often that actually happened over the short years he spend alongside his old guardian. It's not that he's not wanting to see these familiar faces, it's everything evolving around them. He didn't know what's changed about them specifically. He sighed when closing his eyes, reaching up to put his hand over Jihyun's.

“I'm okay.” He promised firmer. “Please… Just go in first, that way I have a second to process my surroundings.”

Jihyun kept his eyes straight as if trying to see through his soul for any particular lie. But Saeran meant it; he's ready despite his nerves threatening to snap. The older one took in a deep breath, patting his shoulder much too gently and finally letting go of him.

“Okay then. Let's meet them.”

Without another exchange of looks or words, Jihyun grabbed the doorknobs and turned them open. The noises of the party broke through immediately and the atmosphere did a one-eighty considering the smell of food, drinks and people hit forcefully. The lights inside the big hall lightning up the main floor brightly, a little too bright in Saeran's opinion.

He blinked at the pain it caused, lifting his hand up out of reflex. He didn't expect to find so many people in the room, he'd suspected perhaps hundred. Two hundred maximum. But this easily could've been a doubled number of faces, it caused his hands to shake from the pressure he's suddenly finding himself under.

“Don't worry.” Jihyun's voice reached out between the million others.

Saeran watched how he offered his hand in the middle of public. The smile lingering on the older one's face between doting and considerate, could be both at once for all he knew. It's embarrassing given some of the strangers already turned their attention to the scene he's involved in. Although it's maybe childish in some sense he's unwilling to see, he took Jihyun's hand tightly.

It's an instant reassurance that he's not alone right in the heat of the moment. Jihyun had strangely developed this trait of providing him his hand when seemingly overwhelmed. Not that Saeran complained, it's a nice gesture of care. It's difficult to get used to regardless. He's more than grateful though, it's not something somebody has given to him that openly before.

Jihyun began to lead them through the mass skillfully, like he knew exactly where to go. The people's voices lingered in his ears as the shimmer of the stage at the right side of the room kept attacking his eyes. The red curtains fit perfectly well to the red carpet running along the entire floor. The walls a golden touch, exactly like the lights and pattern in the ceiling.

He felt out of place by how fancy everything appeared. It's not quite right he was going across this hall. This very building he'd sworn to tear down one day, bury the dust deep into the ground right next to its occupiers. Days became blurry afterwards and now it could be laying back centuries ago, on the other hand it's just yesterday where he thought of demolishing it all.

“Wait here, Saeran. I will announce your presence as soon as I spoke to them.”

Fuzzy feeling, he thought to himself. His own steps came to an standstill, Jihyun let go of his hand altogether and suddenly he stood by himself behind the stage inside the darker part of the party. Ironical, a little fainted voice in the back of his head mumbled, quickly he suppressed it.

He peeked around the corner due to his insatiable curiosity. His hand against the wall's burning and he's certain the place itself is already flaming independently. But finally he could see them all in the very center of their successes.

Jaehee and Jumin stood with their usual professional attitude when discussing something that must've been important as usual. Yoosung and Zen lending an helping hand since the blond college student carried a list of his own. They looked… carefree. Happy. But there were two faces that had oxygen pressed out of Saeran's lungs right away.

She's present, too. He'd not seen her in what felt like an eternity. Eternity? Eternal...? The memories bubbled up to the surface when seeing her smile beam underneath the artificial light. She wore a pink dress, exactly how she did the day she arrived at Mint Eye two years ago. A lot more fancy today, of course. Her hair's braided back, showing the every inch of her face which hadn't changed in the slightest.

She was still pretty. Still the girl owning positive vibes, lovely attitude with her hands always being busy in some way or another. He'd not expected to feel his cheeks get warmer at the sight of her; especially now where the issue at hand wasn't his territory to play in. She's not the only face leaving his knees to wobble, though.

That red hair of childhood struck harder than prayed; the string of bitterness rose into his mouth. He wore these glasses he didn't even need in the first place. That happy suit in a lot more brighter shade than any of the two ever preferred. They both liked dark clothing most. It's true, his brother was an adult now. Simultaneously he's stayed the boy that he'd been since forever.

So many feelings woke up in a single second, just watching them laugh, speak and interact that easily with each other's concerning. They acted as themselves without a care in the world to play pretend. The RFA truly reminded of a close family.

“I've been waiting for this moment.”

Jihyun told her, to which she gazed back in confusion at first. Not long after her face shifted into pure shock, all their reactions were similar when thinking about it. Saeran's hand on the edge of the wall had strengthen the grip drastically until the tips of his fingers turned whiter than his skin.

No, he couldn't do this. Seeing them this way, peaceful and complete, where's his right interrupting this for the countless time? V assured he's wanted numerous times throughout their recovery together. Telling him they were searching, praying he survived in order to meet. Was it true?

Right there in the shadows of the greater good, far away and known by only the cloak of invisibility, he was home. All his life he's spend time in the dark by himself. There was too much light that it burned his retina, the warmth of the room letting sweat run down his back uncomfortably. This wasn't his home in the past, it wouldn't be in the presence and never be in the future.

The urge to turn on his heels and run until his body broke down filled his veins. He couldn't meet them like this, they shouldn't see him. He remembered well what exactly he'd done to the members of the organization and no matter how much time passed; this couldn't be his life. It implied so much happiness. That's nothing he's confident believing in. He couldn't be that happy without consequences.

“I have a news many of you wouldn't have expected – I'd like to introduce a new member of the RFA.”

Jihyun's tone of excitement tore him from spinning thoughts circling around his head. His body took a step back due to fear; he's aware what's about to happen. He didn't want it. He could not want it.

“I should have discussed it beforehand with the rest, but time was not so gracious with me.”

The short hint of a chuckle made Saeran's stomach sink. He couldn't smile at them if they were to find his presence soon. Should he shake hands with them? Apologize for all the destruction he'd done? Be silent and simply stand in the corner like decoration? He didn't know. Unconscious, his scar itched until he scratched it slightly.

“A new member...? But he did not discuss anything with us..” Jumin questioned.

Yoosung followed with a suspicious hint to his voice. “I think my skin is crawling right now..”

He swallowed, it's not that easy making out their words despite the short distance. People shut their mouths one after another; he's feeling the tips of his ears pulse the longer he was conscious of his body. He pressed a fist out of pure helplessness against his chest, hard and tight.

“Please give a round of applause for our newest member.”

And suddenly people were actually clapping. Saeran knew they're waiting for him, his mind went completely blank when acting on auto pilot, coming forth from the wall into the lightened side of the party hall. A variety of eyes staring holes through his tense limbs; there's not a single thing on his mind other than staring back.

He grazed the RFA, not one without wide eyes coming back. However, the second he met the ones oh-so very familiar, he's stuck in a slow motion. Saeoyung stood right there in front of him, mouth hanging open it what he assumed to be bewilderment.

“Saeran!!!”

“..!?”

It scared him to the bone. Hearing his own name being shouted by a voice he'd never imagine would even remember his existence. His ocean colored eyes widened in a different kind of shock as his older twin brother urged forward clumsily.

“You're Saeran, aren't you? It must be you!”

He yelped way too loud, way too emotional. His amber started getting wet once the tears reached the corners. Saeran felt torn, unable to keep his eyes at one point of the other's face. Exactly like before, he was left speechless. The hug that followed only added oil to the flames. His arms shot up instinctively; out of unwell emotions he'd rather forget about.

“You're alive. Thank you so much for being alive.”

The hug's strong and content, the grasp of his brother something he's sure he couldn't ever escape. His body continued to have grown a few inches taller than him, a little bigger than him, a little healthier and stronger. Nonetheless, Saeran wasn't sure who of them was weaker in that second.

“...See? I told you there is nothing to worry about.”

Jihyun tried talking to Saeran, affirmation of that kind he's not yet used to. He started shaking from head to toe, then. That scent knocking him over internally, reminding him of the ice cream under the sunny sky they shared in the past. That weird unconditional love he gave up shamefully quick.

“It must be you. Say something, Saeran...”

He pulled back to take him by the upper arms, for a brief thought he worried Saeoyung would shake him. Instead he stared in obvious desperation. What could he say? What should he say? It's luck he's standing on his feet right now and didn't fainted in the middle of the charity event.

“Saeran. It feels like you'd go away if I hold you. Don't go away! Don't you ever leave me now!”

God they pierced through deeply, each and every single world of that stupid man across from him. He shook his head slightly; unable to think of anything or find an action that could prove he's not mentally absent. Saeoyung's torturing stare finally broke away because of Jihyun, who stood behind him with the rest.

“Thanks, V. You have my gratitude for eternity.” His voice slipped at the edges.

“You saved my brother, didn't you?”

Jihyun's warm smile twisted into a painful one. “…I'm sorry I hurt him in the first place.”

He only received half of their conversation, busy scanning his other half closely. The last time he had seen his brother's face that up close was...

“.. You remember me. Even though my face is like... what it's like now.”

The second the meaning fell over his lips, he felt stupid. Supposedly should've said something touching or real for the thick air to finally dissolve. Saeyoung's head snapped back, eyebrows rising as high as they could as his grip tightened to the point of edging on hurtful.

“What are you talking about? Of course I remember my brother.”

Why did this hurt so much, but at the same time got this immense weight of doubt and shame falling down his shoulders in featherlight manner? Why did hearing that connection coming out of the other's mouth had him want to cry his soul out of his body? Why was he cursed to be melancholic even in the moments of true happiness?

“Let's never part again. Now let's stay together, safe and sound.”

Saeyoung pulled him into another hug, almost more aggressive then the one previously. Saeran this time managed laying his arms around his brother in return; to actually take hold of him after he's been unreachable for years. An emotional flame right there underneath his skin, immeasurable in comparison to a wildfire.

“...Saeyoung.”

There. He said the name out loud. A name so very conflicting to his heart. Going from the most precious word, to an insult to his faith and back to something soothing. The looks of the other RFA members filled to the brim with empathy, sadly Saeran didn't realize. He registered his own tears that ran down his cheeks, becoming more and more the longer he held his brother.

“It IS you...”

Feeling the nod, Saeyoung buried his face into the crock of his neck. The shaking of his shape unmistakably a sign of a silent cry with which Saeran was more familiar with than enjoyable. Instead of thinking over past memories, he gave the tears a pass since they're liberating. Hugging back and hiding into the suit of his older brother, mimicking his doing, almost too close to breathe properly. Yet neither could care one bit.

They stood there for mintues inside each other's arms. Hours? He didn't need to know. All he needed was to internalize the fact he finally go back the one thing he's been craving all his life. Looking for, fighting for in the first place. Crying out for endless times.

His family.

[time-travelling-chaos]

For the ask game, 2, 14, 23

Thank you for the ask!

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

I'm unsure here. I used to write a lot by hand when I was younger, but then I switched to write only on the computer, and switching was hard because I was so used to writing by hand. So I imagine it would be hard as well to switch back, and it would take so time to get used to it again, but that it would be possible. The only thing is it take much longer to write by hand, and editing takes ages, so I'll probably write only one shots and not so much longer stories anymore, but yeah, I love writing too much to let that stop me. (And also 100% pen)

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I do! But usually people who borrow them from me are people that I'm close to, so they aren't scared to ask (I'm usually nice about it, as I trust them). And appart from one or two, I know where all of them are and will get them back. But the thing is I will rarely talk much about books if I don't trust you already, so that helps.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

My most common place of writing is my couch. It's a white one, not too big but enough for two people to sit in. It has a blue blanket put on top to protect it from cats hairs, and two blue cushions, each leaning next to one of the couch's arm. In front of the couch is a wodden coffee table that is almost as large as the couch. It is quite old, as I got it from my grandfather, but still in perfect condition. It also has a lot of storage space and some hidden drawer, which is really cool, but also makes it incredibly hard to carry and move around. On the table there are usually piles of books, and currently there are four piles and a comic that is not part of any pile, a box of tissues, two plants, my water bottle and usually some snacks. Between the two plants, there is a small weather station, that I use exclusively to see the time and temperature, but that also gives informations about things such as humidity percentage or atmospheric pressure. My switch and some games are often on the table as well, otherwise I'll forget their existence for a few months. All of that is generally aligned together and located to the right of the table, leaving the left part almost empty.

If I'm writing during the day, I'll sit on the couch facing the table, meaning that I will also see the rest of the living room. The blue armchair on the left of the coffee table. In the left corner there is a small dinner table, and next to that another plant. On the wall facing me, I can see the two doors leading to my bedroom and my home office, each usually open. Between the two doors, there is a small vintage piece of furniture, that I got from my grandfather as well. It has two drawers in which I put all of my teas and on top of it, two more plants and some tea that I never put back in the drawer. On the right there is a bookshelve that is almost full and contains almost exclusively the books that I haven't read yet. On top of the bookshelve, there are four begonias that I often foget to water because it would require me to take a chair as I can't reach them right away. All of those orginiate from my cat's habit to try to cut my plants, but thankfully begonias can grow from a cutting easily.

If I write during the night, I'll mostly lay on the couch, with my legs resting and my back against one of the arm's, the coffee table on my right. When that's the case, I'll often have my cat laying on my either on my arms making it hard to type anything, or on my legs. In that case, I can see in front of me the small round table at the end of the couch, that has a salt lamp, an old typewriter that doesn't work anymore, the wifi box, and a small figurine on it. I'm also facing three large windows that lead to my (very small) balcony, and from that I can see the few herbs that are in the window boxes and I can see trees on the outside (there is a small park behind where I live so that's what I see). Oh and there is a platform for my cat stuck to one of the windows so sometimes I can see my cat there as well. Right now, it's raining outside, and the sky is grey (not a really dark grey, a lighter one though) and the window is open, so i can feel fresh air coming inside as well.

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