#dragonflies were going to be in the game but were cut

[willowedspirits]

Hi! Can you go over what type of bug each member of the chain are? I haven’t played Hollow Knight in a while and forgot what bugs are in the game. Thanks!

No problem!

Not all of the bugs are actually in the game, so I'll go over those too

In game bugs: Time: Butterfly Twilight: Mantis (Traitor) Warriors: Bee Four: Caterpillar Wild: Spider Sky: Moth

Other Bugs: Wind: Dragonfly Legend: Cricket Hyrule: Firefly

[inkdrinkerworld]

hello bae idk if ur taking requests rn but whenever u are could you potentially do a spencer reid x curvy reader ?? just a true baddie and no one thinks spencer can handle all of her? i love this trope and am happy with whatever you do with it!

“You’re not being nice to me.” Spencer says as you slip into a pair of low rise jeans.

Your skin glistens, the glitter lotion you’d applied making you look that much more like a goddess.

You’re meeting Spencer’s friends from work for drinks tonight and you’d just gotten the most perfect top to make your outfit delectable.

“I’m being very nice to you, Spencer.” You slip into the top that stops just over your navel, your newest piercing out on display making Spencer swallow hard.

He’s not a prude, not your Spencer, but seeing your belly button adorned with a dangly silver dragonfly and in display fills him with an almost animalistic need to keep you in bed with him for the rest of the night.

“How do you figure?” He asks, reaching for you and smoothing his hands down your sides. You smell like burnt sugar and marshmallows. Spencer’s nose brushes yours, as he waits for your answer.

“Because I look like a peach and I’m gonna make the best impression on your friends ever.” You squeal when Spencer squeezes your bum and then captures your lips.

When you meet his friends, Spencer can tell you’re not what they were expecting. You look like a seductress- hair pinned up with pieces falling out, pretty dangly earrings to match the rest of your jewellery, your voice a siren’s call and you’re incredibly cheery.

“How does pretty boy keep up with you?” Derek asks, a smile playing on his lips as you look to Spencer who’s deep in conversation with Penelope over some new nerd game.

“Honestly, I don’t know how I keep up with him.” Derek laughs, shaking his head as he drains his drink.

Emily chimes in next, “Never thought Spencer would man up to ask you out.”

Your eyebrows knit, “What do you mean?”

She smiles, a little evilly- like a sister does when they have all the information on their brother. “Spencer’s pined after you for about three months before he said, ‘I finally did it.’”

Your boyfriend tunes into the conversation then, cheeks scarlett as you turn to him.

“You work at the courthouse right?” Emily asks and you nod.

“Spencer was always gushing about the pretty lawyer and how he wanted to ask you out but didn’t have the-“

He cuts her off with a hand over her mouth. “Emily.”

She laughs behind his hand, shrugging which only makes Spencer’s blush worsen.

Penelope shrieks and everyone turns to look at her. “You’re like Vanessa!” She says it like you’re all meant to catch on immediately; when you don’t she rolls her eyes.

“From the Little Mermaid! You look like a siren.” You smile, a barely there blush flushing over you in the dark bar.

“Your trouble is what you are.” Spencer mutters, no one but you hearing him making you smirk.

“Thank you Penelope! Though I have to be honest, this is just my going out get up- I’m much more slouchy at home.”

Spencer rolls his eyes, he doesn’t think you understand how incredibly attractive you are regardless of what you’re wearing.

You lean on Spencer’s shoulder as your drink comes to the table, a sip of Long Island Iced Tea and you’re turning to JJ.

“What’s it like working with Spencer?”

His hand falls to the small of your back as you listen with rapt attention to his friends’ every word.

Spencer can’t tear his eyes away from you and that’s all Derek needs to know as he shoots a message to Savannah to send him the number of the jeweler who made their rings.

[nonbinary-nahuyta]

I was inspired by @/okartichoke’s ace avian AU to think about what kind of wings other characters would have (because I love the choices they’ve had for the designs they’ve posted so far)… and decided everyone in Khura’in should have insect wings! Huge spoilers for Spirit of Justice below the cut obvs

I like to think the wings come in at around 15-16 (or after an intense spiritual experience) so Rayfa doesn’t have hers yet by the end of the game (mostly to keep the mystery), but they’d be the same as Nahyuta’s

Nahyuta has Khura’inese butterfly wings with a white ribbon (to mimic the one he wears) and a green mitamah pattern (which’ll make sense when I talk about Dhurke’s)

Dhurke’s got green dragontail butterfly (Lamproptera meges) wings, which is where Nahyuta and Rayfa get the green mitamah pattern from! I literally only found out about it because I wondered if there were any butterflies with “dragon” in their name. Here’s a picture for reference!

Ga’ran and Amara have basic Khura’inese butterfly wings, but with a more purple tint because royalty

Non-royal monks like Ahlbi have moth wings; Ahlbi’s specifically are going to be a blue tiger moth’s (Dysphania palmyra) when he’s older because they’re cool and fit his color scheme

Datz, being a foreigner, wouldn’t have insect wings so maybe peregrine falcon because paratrooper?

I’m thinking monks might decide to either trim their wings or simply not use them because it’s seen as disrespectful? The wing types among the common populace would be more varied tho (think dragonflies, crickets, beetles)

Haven’t really thought beyond this tbh (why the Feys have feathered wings as opposed to insect, the specifics of certain people’s, etc.) so if y’all have any ideas feel free to tell me!

[the-clawtake]

I humbly request MORTAL for Glimpses of the Past game. MechWarriors face death quite often, quiaff?

(@is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not)

(This is basically a direct follow-up to the snippet for FORGED, takes place probably a couple of hours later, during the Battle for Tukayyid. If you haven't read that one, the background follows. During the Ghost Bear's initial withdrawal from Luk, ComGuards Twelfth Division engaged the Seventh Bear Guards who were screening the retreat. Star Colonel Hall, who commanded the Seventh, chose to stand and fight, and his command died to a Warrior. During the fighting, Holth Forest was ignited and the conflagration devastated the region. Star Commander Jehan MacKenzie has found himself commanding a Trinary of scattered Warriors who have gotten seperated from their units in the confusion of a night retreat. To reach the rendezvous with the rest of their Clan, they have to pass through the inferno.)

Heedless of the sweat dripping down his brow, Jehan keyed the toggle for his neurohelmet’s display overlay, trying to find something that would let him see where he was going. He couldn’t just look through the canopy of his battlemech – between the smoke and the falling ash and the occasional lick of flame, visibility was almost nil. Several times now, he’d almost fallen, tripping over a fallen log he hadn’t seen or stepping into a dip he hadn’t expected.

Others in his ad hoc trinary had not been so lucky. Oh, they’d helped the ‘mechs back to their feet, and the warriors had kept going, but Edgar would be in the tender care of the Scientist Caste’s doctors for some time tending his ribs, and Aud had been forced to wear her respirator after a bad fall had managed to actually crack her Timber Wolf’s canopy. Now she was breathing canned air to avoid smoke inhalation, and hoping they got through the worst of the flames before she ran dry.

UV, useless. The smoke blanketing the area blocked it just as well as natural light. Toggle. MagScan would only show up ‘mechs or vehicles, not trees or terrain. Useless, toggle. Light Amplification... That one seemed to help, until a flare-up ahead blinded him for a moment. He froze, yanking back on the throttle, and rocked as the Dragonfly staggered under him. Panting for a moment to catch his breath, the comms stuttered and staticy voices checked his status. He hit the transmit button.

“Status nominal. Continue.” The heat in his cockpit was unbearable, and he struggled to settle his breathing, reaching into the drawer beside him for something to drink. Empty. He worked his jaw, trying to moisten his lips with saliva, but to little avail. Resigning himself to discomfort, he throttled forward again, and hit the toggle for the next overlay.

Thermal imaging. This was worse than useless, the entire world glowing white, with brighter swirls where the smoke curled up. Once more. This one helped. A wire-mesh was projected onto his HUD, outlining the topography, at leasts according to the maps Clan Ghost Bear had available, and the maps of Holth Forest were actually quite good. They did not mark all the roads, for whatever reason, and care had to be taken for spoil piles around the unmarked roads, suggesting they were recent. He glanced at the bottom corner of the display and hit the comms again.

“All units, engage topographical imaging overlay.” As he said it, he realized how obvious it should have been. Had he the energy he would have shook his head. Instead, he settled his reticule over a fallen log looming in his path out of the smoke, and after a moments hesitation, triggered his pulse lasers. The flashing beams cut through the downed tree and it collapsed in two pieces, no longer an obstacle. His head spun as the temperature in his cockpit spiked, and there was a hum as the heat sinks kicked into overdrive. An alarm blared as the shutdown warning flashed in his display and he fumbled for the override as he stepped over the fallen log, branches crumbling into cinders under his ‘mech’s feet.

It was well after dark when twelve Battlemechs stumbled into the middle of the Beta Galaxy camp. They were uniformly dark grey, mottled with patches of black char and paler ash. Every one of them was damaged to some degree, from weapons fire and impacts and prolonged heat exposure. They did not communicate, just limped and staggered through the perimeter and stopped, shutting down where they stood. The technicians had to cut their way into the cockpits, the latches had welded shut from exposure to the inferno that Holth forest had become. The pilots were rushed to the nearest aid station, to be treated for heat exhaustion, dehydration, and in several cases, smoke inhalation. They would miss the rest of the fighting, recovering in time to learn that while their Clan had achieved a marginal victory, the Clans as a whole had lost the Trial.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #251

I spent most of the day today in a state of being chill, if you can believe that. I did some dishes. I made some tea; today I blended that vanilla-rose black tea with a jasmine green tea, and the results were dazzlingly fragrant. I scooped some crystallized honey from the bottle I have in the pantry and added it in. And then I looked for milk, only to find out that we don't have any. Whoops. But that's all right; I had just enough banana ice cream and just enough mascarpone-and-berries ice cream in the fridge to use as a tasty substitute! The results were delectable, oh my goodness!

And I did some leisure writing. Again, I'm… not entirely sure what it is that I'm looking for, with regards to that. But I think I don't feel quite so empty today.

Unexpectedly, a dragonfly wandered into our house:

...As you might be able to tell from this image if you look closely, its legs and wings were covered in very fine cobwebs, and it was having a hard time moving around. So I wet my fingertips and I very gently eased the tangled bits of spider silk away from its legs and wings. It seemed terrified at first, trembling and trying to fly away from me. But it was weak; goodness knows when was the last time it ate, and it was covered in spider goop. So it was easy to catch over and over again. But it maybe seemed to get the idea that I wasn't gonna hurt it as we kept going. Or maybe it just got a bit too tired. I dunno.

After a while, I did manage to pull away all the spider silk. The last couple times it tried to fly out of my hands, it actually made it to the ceiling instead of flopping onto the floor, so that was pretty cool.

...Part of me wonders if it might have been sick from the stupid pesticides and herbicides that our HOA likes to spray all over the damn place. So when I was confident that all the cobwebs were off of it, I went outside to bring it to the nearby nature trails. It rested contentedly on the fingertips of my right hand up until I was about halfway to the trails. And then, unexpectedly, it flew off. I looked around on the ground, just to make sure it didn't flop onto the poisoned grass, like it was doing in my kitchen at first. I didn't see the dragonfly on the ground, thank goodness. But I did see this:

...It is now part of my collection. My box of feathers really is getting to be quite full...

J cut up some broccoli for me today. I thought I was gonna cook it and maybe also prepare some boxed macaroni and cheese, but... I promised myself yesterday that I would play Dead Cells today. And it's already past 6:30PM, and I've done literally anything other than play Dead Cells (surely, you're not surprised if you've been reading my letters up 'til this point...). So... I think maybe I'll do broccoli and mac-n-chz tomorrow instead of today.

In fact. You know what. I think I'm gonna do some Dead Cells right now. You're welcome to join me if you wanna. But I'm still getting used to having a 4th Boss Cell; I'll probably just flounder around clumsily and die a lot, just so you know:

...Hey. I love you. Please stay safe out there so that maybe someday, you can play cool video games, too.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[fountainpenguin]

"The dragonfly, he ran away... but he came back with a story to say-"

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New 130 Reasons Why I’m Fairy Trash update today!

Fairly OddParents || One-Shot - “Scarred”

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Find more Lavender Train story arc HERE

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Poof reflects about his home and family life while riding the bus to Big Daddy's house... He's spending spring break away from home, but grows increasingly worried about how little time he might have left with his godbrother, Timmy...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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47. Scarred (1 month after "Sentry")

Wednesday May 6th, 2005

Year of Sky, Spring of the Silent Owls

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Mama Cosma used to babysit me and Timmy all the time when I was still in the instar stage of my development. My parents don't love stepping out of the house if it means leaving me and my godbrother alone at home, but they've stockpiled a massive amount of vacation days and it sort of reached the point where the Amity program forced them to sprinkle a few date nights into their schedule… if at all possible, of course. The godparent shortage was a real thing even back when I was still a newborn. Turnover rate in this career is bad… Granting wishes gets exhausting, especially if you're dealing with ungrateful kids all the time.

I don't think Timmy's ungrateful… He's just been a lot more stressed since his trial in Fairy Court where the truth about the frozen timestream finally came out. Like… I know I kind of had it bad, getting snapped from reality and catapulted into the Hocus Poconos and all, but I can't even imagine what it must have felt like to croak out a confession about an illegal secret wish before the entire Fairy Council. I can't imagine what was going through his mind.

None of us ever will. He's the only one whose memories went unscathed throughout those 50 accidental secret years. Well… He and Kenny Lovell, but Kenny spent years flipping patties up in Burger World before he got stuck on Earth. I remember seeing him around town before I really knew what was going on. Kenny used to suspect the truth, but not even that saved him. Sure, he resisted for a while, covering his ears and saying numbers over and over while tears ran down his face. It's not for no reason people started calling him Crocker Junior.

Even Kenny succumbed to the enthralling memory-tweaking magic of the Secret Wish sooner or later. I hope he's doing okay. I mean, I don't really know him or anything… but I get it. I know how messed up you feel when you're confused and scared and wondering if you're out of place.

We don't talk about the Secret Wish at home. Dad and Mama sometimes check on me in private, especially right after I came back from the Hocus Poconos. For a while, I thought they were just being paranoid. I mean, they seemed a lot more affected by the whole "me getting slashed from reality for a day" than I was. I felt okay.

Then I started having night terrors. I have no idea if Foop gets them even worse than I do or, like, maybe not at all. Or maybe to Anti-Fairies, nightmares are a beautiful thing.

Timmy was a wreck the first month home from the trial - the first month in 50 years that we all started aging normally on Earth again - and he'll still shut down if you bring it up. For a few weeks, he almost got sloppy with his wishes… with his secrets. We almost got found out by other humans as his godfamily. We had our share of close calls. We're just plain lucky that Jorgen lifted the restrictions on Crocker sniffing us out, because even Jorgen had to admit that Crocker was too resistant to forget-a-cin to ever truly forget about us.

Timmy's parents ramped up his therapy visits (with a helpful wand twitch from my parents to ensure they could still make ends meet when it came to paying bills). Timmy threw himself into his soccer practice, video games, endless scrolling through his cell phone, and a lot more travel wishes to far-off times and places. I never saw it as a cry for help, though. Timmy was just my big brother… and only now that I live alone, now that I look after Foop and Sammy and Finley in our dorm, do I see the signs.

Sparky provided a good distraction in the time that he needed it most. He's kind of like a therapy dog, even though he doesn't always stay in one place. And Timmy's on better terms with Chester and A.J. now, but…

… there was about a year, right after it all went down, where he couldn't bear to look at them without spiraling. I didn't really get it at the time, but now that I'm a little older with a little more schooling under my belt, I know the feeling. It's guilt. Guilt over the fact that he didn't want to grow up. Guilt for how he loves his fairy godparents just as much - if not more - than the adults who raised him. Guilt for the mental strain he put on an entire planet, holding them in a state of purgatory instead of allowing anyone around him to grow up. Guilt for Da Rules he broke to keep contact with his godfamily. Guilt for the way that he stood there, open-mouthed in the courtroom, when the Hocus Poconos slurped me out of existence and I was gone.

Guilt crushes you, I think?

Timmy doesn't let us come to his therapy appointments. And even when he's home, he gets closed-off and won't talk to me about it. I know he doesn't want to scare me… He just can't look me in the eye sometimes. I think it really hurts him to remember that he'll never get to see me grow up. No godkid can keep their fairies past age 18… No matter how many times they dance around Da Rules, flatter Jorgen, or even save all of Fairy World. You just don't get that privilege.

And I get that. I'm not saying I don't. I mean, it's way too dangerous for everyone's health and safety, magical creatures and mortals alike. I don't know if my parents are ever going to tell him how Juandissimo legally challenged Fairy Court and won the right to adopt Remy. They always sort of meant to bring it up when he was older, maybe 16 or so if they were still around him then and he stayed as stubbornly clingy as ever… but after we found out how far he'd go with the Secret Wish, I don't think Fairy Court looks very kindly down on him right now. Timmy kind of shot himself in the foot with that one.

I just wish there was something I could do… but my dad thought the same thing once. That's why he granted that Secret Wish in the first place. No way is that happening a second time.

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[baby-bell-blues]

~the train to the capital~

The car kept moving as I looked out into the crowd many reporters and photographers Callum was still crying I mean I couldn’t blame him we were like lambs being sent to slaughter. Crysta was trying to comfort Callum telling him all the greatest of the capitol and how amazing everything was going but he continued to sniffle. Crysta frowned and got out a tissue to whip away the little boys tears I felt horrible for him.it felt like these most recent games have been the most painful and violent maybe 6 or 7 games ago a girl had tracked down every single tributes and had slammed their hands to floor and gutted them it was obvious she would’ve won. As I looked in my small bag to see the gifts my grandma had gave me (authors note sorry chat I forgot to write that In I forgot to check my before I posted 😭😭) inside the bag was a small necklace with a locket with a dragon fly on it,a little bag of coffe cake she always made really good coffee cakes,some cookies that my uncle had made and finally a letter with a blue ribbon with a white lace trim tied around it.. I’ll read when I get on the train. Then the car pulled to a stop and we got out Crysta lead us into the train smiling and waving to the photographers once we had stepped into the train I took a glance around and it was one of the most futuristic things I’ve ever seen. “Now children these will your mentors this year!” Crysta announced “this is Holden” she pointed to a man who had a clean cut buzz one scar on his right cheek and another a rock the bridge of his nose and he nodded to us “now this is Visha!” She pointed to a lady with freckles, waving brown hair, and gold stud earrings “evening” the lady smiled and nodded “hi” I lol,Ed at both of them and Callum sniffled “h-hello”. Crysta nodded “aren’t they the sweetest now you can look around at your rooms or stay out here just be back for suppers at 8!” She said cheerfully.

I heard over to my and it was one of the most luxurious rooms I’ve ever been in it had a huge bed,a dark wood dresser,and when I walked into the bathroom it looked like it was pure marble,the shower looked richer then me and it couldn’t even make any money..I took my little bag of gifts and set them on the dresser and chose to look in the dresser draws. Their were almost everything color of dressing I could think of form mahogany to piggy pink. Apparently it was only gonna take us a day to get to the capital which made me a bit upset I have the access to basically every color of clothing and I can only wear one?think about how it will only take a day what if the caption takes my gifts? Maybe I should read the letter now..i opened the small bag and took the letter out gently sliding off the ribbon and opened it

“Dear scarlet,

If you have gotten this letter this means you have been reaped

Now don’t fear each of these gifts represents something special even if you don’t understand now you’ll understand later

This letter,coffee cake,cookie,and tea locket all have something you will understand

Love,your grandma”

Well that seemed cryptic I;m guessing the coffee cake is supposed to symbolize now judging a person by their cover when I was 6 before I tried my grandma coffee cake I thought it would bad because I didn’t like coffee I didn’t want to try till one day I did and I loved it..the cookies probably mean a bond between family but now I wonder what does the letter or the dragonfly locket mean..? It tugged at my brain for the rest of ride and before I knew it supper once I came out of my I sat down across form Callum Crysta next to me,visha was next to Callum and Holden sat at the head of the table. When I looked at the food it looked absolutely delicious it was almost like gold sparkled off of the food as we ate reaping of past districts, played on the tv. As I watched the prettiest girl I have ever seen volunteered for district one dark brown hair,brown eyes,beautiful red lips a stunning voice… apparently her name is Penelope. I snapped my eyes away form the tv trying to evade suspicion going to continue eating Crysta poured me some strawberry soda and we all talked about mostly  miscellaneous things till Visha spoke up “now remember you need to shock the capital now something worth hatred But something to shock them in order for them to love you for sponsors” we all looked at her and she sipped on her sparkling water and Holden nodded in agreement. After supper was finished I had checked up on Callum he was doing better then he was before I headed to too and for someone reason I was stil hungry so I ate my coffee cake and cookie. I opened the dresser draws again and picked out a soft peach night gown with a white trim and went to fresher up. Their was 50 types of soap scents to chose form I was almost overwhelmed with how many choices I could make..I chose a rose scented one because you can never go wrong with flowers I think this is my first hot shower even I’m used to cold baths but this is nice I wish I could stay on this train long enough to get used to it.as I scrub my body and was thinking aground what my hair type could be in order to pick the right shampoo I wondered how my family was holding up was my mom okay? What about my dad? What about my brothers? I tried to push it away but it keep coming back my mom loves roses my dad would fake ones out of hay for her because they were are in 10. As I picked a rose scented shampoo i tried not to think of how much of a tragedy really was for the frist 2 districts, it was like a bunch of kids fighting to go for the lowers it was fight not to go..one thing I didn’t notice was a small rack of what I think are perfumes? Maybe I should smell them later. After I dried myself off and put in my night gown I smelled the perfume and they all smelled amazing it likes the capitol is trying to buttered us up before we’re set off it like they goodbye meals we would give to are farm animals before they were sent to butchered. After I set all the perfumes back it was already 11 so I thought I should get some rest and I got into bed and fell asleep in about 20 minutes.

~the first look at the capital~

The next morning I woke up at around 8 and I picked out a rock blue dress it was similar to my reaping day dress but more fancy I guess I too another shower and continued with my rose theme. I tied my ribbon toe on my collar and went to eat breakfast. The pancakes sparkle silver I had stacked up w pancakes and poured powder sugar,maple syrup,and I polled. Acoupels berries on their too and started eating Callum came in a bit late still in his pajama he started eating.”uhm mr.?” Callum looked at Holden and he nodded “uh do you have any survival skills? so I can start planing ahead..?” Holden took a deep breath “okay kid listen you too” he pointed at me “ I don’t know what this is could be a desert wasteland,an arctic forest or a tropical Island but you gotta find water either way 2 or more days without water Is basically death” Callum seemed a bit shaken but nodded “don’t forgot either now unless you get High trying score I want you maybe find a small supply pack near the whatever direction you’re running and take off if nothings near you go turn around and run into that arena when it not fun that way were you lose sight wait till night to get left I eve supplies if he craters are camping their don’t go for it” he looked at Visha “make alliances don’t be rude it gives them a reason to kill you” she took a sip of her coffee “we can brainstorm but I’d for you guys not to be too stressed before we’re even at the Capital she looked at the hunger games rerun on the screen “oh looked that me right their she pointed and we looked he looked the same but way younger and less freckles she had blood all over her and she was suffocating someone and Crysta gasped “Visha! Don’t scare the poor boy!” Visha smirked and Holden rubbed his forehead as call,um tried not to pay any mind and ate his food seeming to be make sacred then when he frist came out. After breakfast I stayed to help clean up well Callum got ready once he came out we continued watching reruns of the games till they made it the rotten that’s when district 12 got a Victor smart winning move he had their I might have to pick up a thing or two form him but I shouldn’t copy something from last games the higher tributes probably already trained to prevent it…once the clock hit 3 we made are arrived at the capital for what I imagine the capital looks like it was 10 times more luxurious and golden than I ever thought it would be,cars lined the streets and maybe blood fashion choices did too,towers as high as the sky’s and streets that looked lined by gold> they stoped and pointed at us like they were picking out farm animals and Crysta whispered to us “smile and wave kids!” She said cheerfully we did some Callum waved and smiled showing off his missing tooth. I waved and smiled trying to seem excited to go into an arena to fight for my life.

(Authors note here’s what the victors look like btw!)



[pricemarshfield]

oc favorites and aesthetics

i was tagged by @a-treides and jackie i'm so sorry it's been like. a whole month. expect me to spam ur notifs now that i'm actually clearing out my inbox again LMAO. talking about my beloved tav below the cut, tagging anyone who'd like to talk about their ocs!!

Name: Tav Khoury

Universe: Baldur's Gate

Favorite Book (and why): sorry but it is a tour of tempest. pre-game it was probably some bawdy, more-legend-than-truth history book but after she finds a tour of tempest and where she is lugging around that thing Everywhere. that came with her to the nether brain. she brought that to the epilogue even if the game didn't let me Favorite Song: song of balduran until It happens. after that point, if you point out she used to like the song, she will get Violent. post-game she chills out about it but it isn't her favorite anymore Favorite Piece of Clothing They Own: helldusk armor <3 when it's mechanically, narratively, AND aesthetically good? we're cooking with gas now babyyy Favorite "little treat": i don't think she has much of a sweet tooth. the butter bun camp supply looks SO fucking good so let's go with that (unrelated, someone stop me from doing a zine of camp supply recipes because i do not have the time or skills for it but the idea did just strike me) Favorite person in their life: do not separate her from astarion because they will both get exponentially worse IMMEDIATELY. Dream home (if there were no obstacles, financial or otherwise): something roomy, full of neat magical items she probably does not have any legal rights to, and near enough to the ocean that she can smell it. crucially she will get bored and depressed if it's super safe so it has to be like. on a fault or in a hurricane-heavy area or something. she has issues <3 Dream Life: honestly she's vibing. renowned adventurer? check. talos' favorite but avoiding the obligations of a chosen? check. bard who gets to tell her own legend? check. pretty boyfriend? check. weird psychosexual dynamic with a higher power (other than her god)? check. living in an area/situation explicitly described as not safe by the narrator? with the exception of not living in baldur's gate anymore (she'd LOVE to be back), she's living her best life right now!

and then fantasy aesthetics, bolding what applies:

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.         chipped   nail   polish.   glitter  highlight.   tall   trees   with   smooth   bark.   tangled   hair.  the   taste   of   cinnamon   sugar.   talking   too   loud   and   too   fast.   overgrown   flowers   in   your   hair.  crumbling   buildings   reclaimed   by   nature.    flirting.   walking   home   at   3am   with   no   coat.     platonic   hand-holding.   blowing   smoke   out   of   your   nose.   dragonfly   wings.   chaotic   good.   freckles.   fairy   rings.  secret   meetings.  gender   nonconformity.   leather.   smudged   eyeliner.   forbidden fruit.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑.    computer   errors.   a   shiver   down   your   spine. haunting   beauty.   hard   liquor.   crowns   of   thorns.   shadowed   alleyways.  decaying   plant   matter.  shattered   mirrors   and   broken   glass.  corrupted   memories.   stopped   clocks.   the   scent   of   stale   cigarettes.   tattered   black   hoodies.  walking   your   friends   home.   the   crescent   moon.  the   sea.   a   graveyard   on   a   foggy   day.   cold   rings   on   cold   fingers.  absolution.   looking   out   the   window   of   an   airplane.   soft   kisses.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.      graffiti.   pretending   to   know   what   you’re   doing.   worn   paperback   books.    growing   up   too   fast.   parsley,   sage,   rosemary,   and   thyme.  lace   and   combat   boots.  moth   wings.   candles   on   every   surface.   a  weathered  deck   of   cards. turning   the   music   up.   fireflies   in   jars.   calloused   fingers.  drawing   on   your   skin.   sunlight   filtering   through   clouds.    petrichor.   a   dying   rose   in   a   jar.   wearing   a   crystal   pendant. illusions   and   spells.   black   cats.   mint   gum.   chapped   lips. dirt   under   your   fingernails.   the   cycle   of   life   and   death.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅.      murders   of   crows.   frost-bitten   leaves.   wolves   howling   at   midnight.  knocking   on   your   door.  leaving   food   out   for   stray   animals.  the   twang of   an   acoustic   guitar.  honey.  tiny   red   buds   on   trees.   claw   marks   on   the   walls.   golden   eyes.  slightly   too   long   stubble.  sharp   canines.  soft,   thick   fur.  hunger.  a small  cottage   in   the   middle   of   the   woods.   knitted   fingerless   gloves.   sleeping   on   the   forest   floor.   always   finding   your   way   back   home.

[transhoverfish]

aaaaand onto the steam page!!

so it appears that we end up on this planet because we areee,,, looking for suitable plants for humans to live on? and while here we are "changing what it means to be human"? are we getting a revival of the transfuser?? how much other cut content has the potential to get put in this??? CAN WE GET DRAGONFLY INTO THE GAME AT LONG LAST? KITEWING SKYRAY????

and as i mentioned the ruins before ^^ THERE ARE RUINS!! and more comments on what really strongly appears to be dna altering as a gameplay mechanic. veryy curious about base building in this one, especially seeing as how much qol improvements were made between sub1 and bz, im excited to see what more they add!! i want hanging items like ceiling plants and lights!!! i crave base customization the likes we've never seen before!!!!

BASE CUSTOMIZATION !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

these games will never convince me to build a flashlight. its a seaglide or a vehicle or i just dont see. i will never waste my materials on a flashlight ever ever. and new tools!! im telling u now one of them is 100% the transfuser they are BRINGING my baby boy back (holding out hope for the terraformer too 🥺)

i have no idea what to make of the end of that second paragraph. it almost seems like we crashed here again? that and how our ship's ai is "insisting" we "carry on the mission",,,, do we not remember what we're here for? or why?

BIOSAMPLER MAKING A MF COMEBACK!!!! EVERYONE WELCOME BACK THE BIOSAMPLER!!!! im curious into how madatory this evolving mechanic is, and how close it is exactly to the cut version from sub1. OH SHIT IS THIS GONNA BE LIKE SURVIVORS,,,,, DO WE GET SUPERPOWERS,,,,,, CAN I GLOW,,,,,,,

the final part is making fun of me specifically. IM ALWAYS SO SCARED OF THE DEEP DARK,,,, lowkey still afraid of the dark irl whyyy am i obsessed with these games that make me physically ill with fear and stress and whyyyyy am i going to keep playing them forever. THERE IS WONDER AROUND EVERY CORNER. WONDER AND BEAUTY AND AMAZEMENT AND FISHIES.

COUPLE OF SCREENSHOTS FROM THE STEAMPAGE. here's a big fish!! and a slightly updated scanner, really showing off the new game engine (LOOK AT THOSE SHADOWS AND THOSE HANDS!!!! LOOK!!!!) this looks like maybe a version of the kelp forest/twisty bridges, with more of those pink peeper replacements.

and HERE is a screenshot showing off multiplayer! and BUBBLE BOOSTERS. this appears to be either the same biome as the above screenshot, or an outer edge of it. look at hose sharks in the background! and salvage on the seafloor? :0

these look like the crab in the trailer, alongside some new fish! LOVING the inclusion of some more crustaceans, i need 4 more crabs in this game at LEAST. and a better look at the new vehicle! there appears to be geysers/thermal vents in the background too,and it looks a bit darker/murkier here, so this might be one of the deeper biomes (the 150-300 meter range, perhaps?). lookie at all those barnacles! the rock texture! the plants!!

thisss is my favorite of the screenshots so far. we're in a cave system! with lava and thermal vents! there even appears to be falling rocks i the background! the sharks here remind me of the shadow leviathan with its color palette, but its also a bit chelicerate in anatomy,,, very interesting, reallyy looking forward to seeing this guys in action. and look!! MESMERS!!!!!

another screenshot of what looks like the biome in the trailer, in some pretty shallow water! absolutely beautiful grass, scatterings of maybe eggs (or just some more plants), those ever recognizable shallows rock bridges, and these big fish that are seen in one of the above screenshots! it seems like they open up like the thermal lilies in bz.

and now, finally, the hidden time capsule screenshots!

plant?? egg?? tool?? what on earth is this thing?? it looks. phallic. please tell me im not the only one who thinks that. not sure how i feel about this thing. this image makes me confused. LOOK AT THE GROUND TEXTURE!!

i think this is a plant! it also looks weird! look at that tree behind it! so many new plants! I LOVE THE PLANTS!!!!

this seems to be that weird egg thing from a different angle, or perhaps the animal itself fully grown. I believe these are iridescent fins! once again, LOOK at the water, THIS GAME LOOKS SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!

OK TRAILER TIME

SO PRETTY!! now, because everything in this is cinematic (and it's only a teaser), i would take basically this entire thing with a grain of salt for how accurate it will be to actual environments and gameplay. the cinematic trailers/teasers for the first two games are full of things that didn't make it in. still looks VERY GOOD and im so excited!!!!!!

onto a few specific things, this specific area ^^ shows up in a steam screenshot (which i will get to later), and considering the high amount of light and coral, this is potentially this game's version of the safe shallows! that pink fish that swims by is also the youtube channel's current pfp, and as such is probably replacing the peeper, which was the old 'mascot' fish. this character is also using alterra tech, which i think is very interesting! are we still working for alterra, or are they just such a mega corporation that they make basically all water/space gear? the diving suit looks a bit like the stillsuit with its colors! the design itself reminds me of the cold suit,,, :o

now, the thing about this scene is that it goes by pretty quick, and is supposed to draw attention to the water vortex (and won't it be fun if THAT is an actual mechanic!!! god i would be so so scared), but upon a few pauses and look arounds... there's a building! that is so clearly some old ruins!! it doesn't look anything like the usual ruins/bases we've seen before, so i would guess that these are NOT built by the architects, and instead a new alien race. the assumption is that this planet is also very much abandoned,,, which begs the question, why? not the kharra again, surely? or is it just these surface-level ruins that have been left? and if they went deeper, why? this appears to be the only screenshot/sequence that shows any of these ruins. how many more are there?? I DEMAND ANSWERS!!

also, entirely possible im wrong, but this new character bears some resemblance to ryley, imo. the earlier scenes of him doesn't match too closely, and their hair is entirely different, but this shot specially depicts a very similar face structure, eyebrows, lips, and nose! now, this could be (and probably is) a new guy that just kinda looks like him, but if it IS ryley,,,,, what's he doin here? is he working with alterra still? is he just off exploring various ocean planets? even if this isnt him, i want to know these things. wheres my guy :(

another thing pointing at this being ryley is that this game is intended to be a direct sequel (as opposed to bz being a spin off), and if its in an entirely different environment, then it stands to reason there's a chance theres returning characters. otherwise,, this game would just also be a spin-off!

(also, would absolutely love if that oxygen warning is an actual popup ingame!)

and here's the second character that pops up! the steam screenshots also only show two people in co-op so far, and i do wonder if these are two of the playable characters and not just random models/characters used for the teaser (similar to how bart is a trailer for sub1 despite not being playable, and fred in bz's trailer). this person doesn't seem to be anyone from either game (she looks a tinyyy bit like lillian, but not enough that i can say it could be her), and she's in a new vehicle! everything still looks very atlerra, though, and the two characters seem to know each other, so once again i wonder if this is a lore reason, if these ARE alterra workers, or if this is just to fit in with the aesthetic of the other games.

BIG FISH!!!!! BIG FISH!!!!!!! this thing looks VERY new and introduced in the teaser in a similar fashion that the sea emperor was shown in the first sub1 trailer, so im wondering if this might be THE Big Fish (or simply just one that they've finished the design for). with brightness turned way up, it appears to have a nose and mouth on level with the two humans, much below the light on its head. a similar hunting tactic to anglerfish, maybe? and so many tentacles!! and pincers! BIG FISH!!!!

no exact date for early access, which makes me think we won't get it until spring at the earliest. however, the first two games came out in winter (december for sub1, january for bz), so its possible it will keep with that trend and be out before march. don't take my word for that, though, this is purely speculation.

with this teaser (or potentially before, i was not actively checking this LOL), there's also now a steam page up with additional ingame screenshots and description of the game with a lot of new information!! because tumblr has a screenshot limit, im going to rb this post later with all of the steampage info.

but there is a LOT of new stuff we've learned now!!! pair all of this with this article showing screenshots the devs have dropped in sub1 time capsules (which i will also talk about in the rb), and oughhhh it is a GOOD DAY to be a subnautica fan!!!!!! are we all ready to get dragged back into this fandom?? i hope ur all ready. we're gonna get water vortexed. help.

[jasonsutekh]

Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City (2021)

A squad of police officers and some survivors fight to stay alive when the residents of their city turn into flesh hungry monsters.

 Much of the appeal for this film comes in how it’s adapted from the original game. There are various sequences copied directly from cut-scenes and plenty of references regarding the rest of the franchise. It was effective to explore the iconic original locations like the police station and mansion and they seemed faithful to the designs.

 Most of the characters felt too different from the source material to be engaging enough to carry the drama. There are a lot of them to divide the audience alignment and some actors aren’t suited to the roles, even though some actors like the Leon one are good he’s so far changed from the game that he almost becomes incidental when he should be carrying the action.

 The creature designs are effective, especially the lickers and the zombies were wilder and distorted which made them more threatening than other movie zombies. The G-virus creature was good too although the boggle eye should have been bigger as that’s the best part. Some of the action was entertaining and there was a little variety, although one technique was repeated too many times, when someone is in danger and the threat is terminated by someone off-screen.

 One of the main troubles is that there’s precious little plot in game adaptations unless an entirely new story is created using the lore, like the main movie line. Although there’s enough to keep a game going from scene to scene and between different areas, for a film it felt like there were few actual twists and the gaps were plugged with basic jump scares.

 4/10 -It’s below average, but only just!-

 -In a film a child is seen ripping wings off a dragonfly and Claire has a dragonfly wing necklace. In Resident Evil: Code Veronica you have to collect dragonfly wings to progress.

-The poster behind the orphanage worker watching TV at the beginning is of the healing spray available in the games.

-The film doesn’t explain why such a small town has so many police and resources, in the game it is at least referenced that the station is based in a converted art museum.

[cheesus-doodles]

How far into a relationship would Izana become possessive or controlling? How would he act or do?

What would be his worse traits and his best traits as a partner?

Thank you for answering 🙏🏾

and thank you for your patience anon! these can apply to the Red Dragonflies universe, but also apply more generally to Yan Izana

Link to Day Off ; Red Jacket in the Mirror

Masterlist

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Izana gets possessive and controlling over you right from the beginning - the moment he gets in a relationship with you, it means that he is already fully invested in being with you and that you were now as good as his forever and ever. In this boy's mind, you were fully onboard this ride since you did agree to be his girlfriend. Izana would want to be involved in anything and everything you were doing at all times - would happily skip his own classes to attend yours with you, even if you were in a different grade and school. Barring that, he would insist you come and attend his instead.

If you ever tried to meet up with your friends/classmates/project group for any reason at all, Izana would insist on being there to hold your hand. Doesn't say outright that he didn't trust them to keep their filthy hands off what didn't belong to them, but from the way this baby boy wants to huddle and cuddle in your lap the whole time, whining that he wanted you to leave already, you probably can guess as much. Tries to make you stop going to these meetings and hang out with him instead, but that doesn't work as well as he hoped, so Izana would just instead make you wear something that clearly marks you as his, like his jacket or his earring. Would send Kakucho to follow you if he wasn't free, but not any of the other Tenjiku boys - they were too big of a threat, and he didn't want them to get any ideas.

Izana doesn't like seeing you unhealthy either, gets very upset when you try to sneak in junk food and sugary drinks to the point where he would pout and ignore you until you promise to cut your consumption. Holds you strictly to your word, this boy would 100% go through all your cupboards to sniff out any sign of sweets or indulgent snacks and throw them away - he doesn't eat this junk on a regular basis, so you shouldn't either.

Absolute favourite thing to do would be to take you out on all sorts of cute dates where he tries to convince you to wear as short and skimpy and downright cute as possible so that one, Izana can enjoy looking at you, drinking in the sight of you wearing something you would never normally wear just for him. Love to see you get flustered and hurriedly whisper to him to stop it, swatting his hand away when he squeezes your thigh or grabs your ass in public - unknown to you, its probably because Izana noticed someone looking. And two, he can get everyone jealous that you were with him and not scum like them. Then of course once the other guys start staring or even better, start trying to approach you and hit you up when they think his back is turned, Izana gets the excuse to beat the shit out of them.

Second favourite thing would be to actually getting to have fun with you and to let you lavish your attention and love on him - your favourite has always been festivals with its lights and vibrant atmosphere, and of course the junk food (the one place and time that Izana would indulge you and let loose) and game prizes. It was a fact that Izana did truly love you, and you him - and he wasn't shy about flexing his god-given strength and reflexes to win you any kind of prize you ever wanted.

Worse traits as a partner would easily be his lack of trust combined with deep-seated jealousy by a long stretch. Izana's trust is one of the hardest to gain despite you having been loyally by his side for many years, taking his insecurities and clinginess in stride. But even after you earn his trust, he just can't shake the feeling and nagging thoughts that you were always trying to leave him. You can assure Izana as many times as there are seconds in a day that no, you really did love him, let this baby boy cling onto you everywhere you go, yet he simply can't bring himself to fully trust you. Combined with his raging jealousy of you having close friends that you confide in - what were you telling them that you couldn't tel him? Why did you need anyone else but him? Maybe it was because he had his trust betrayed before, but one thing for sure was that Izana has no idea what he would do if you ever decided to leave.

But on the flip side, Izana's best trait as a partner would be that he will always be there for you no matter what. Be it a joyous moment or one of the toughest period of your life, no matter what time it is, where you are, or what he was doing, just say the words and this white-haired boy will drop everything to come to your side and be with you. Izana knows that his presence can be comforting when you're struggling, and it was something he would never lord over you - just secretly happy that you depend on him as much as he depends on you. And don't doubt that he won't do everything in his power to help you achieve any goals - nothing will stand in Izana's way to make you happy. You were the sun that his Earth revolved around, and Izana would sooner bring society down then be unable to give you the world.

[night-market-if]

Paper Lanterns - Part Nine

Paper Lanterns is a community based IF game here on Tumblr.  I need something to fuel the creative fires while I chip away at The Night Market demo, and I want to give you all a little something in the meantime.  Here’s how it will work.

I will post a snipped under the cut every few days.  At the end of the post will be three options.  Comment below or send me an ask if you would rather be anonymous, over which route you would like to see.  I will tally them up and write the majority option and post it in the following days. From there, we repeat the process until we, as a community, have crafted our story.

Please reblog and share this with others.  The more people we have participating, the more fun I think this can be for us.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 beneath the cut

Winning choice: No surprise. Option 3. Continue what you started.

You thought about leaving him in this state. Would have served him right. Even stronger, was the desire to ask him to come with you. To forget the Night Market and the illusions it had to offer. 

To run.

But that wasn’t an option for people like you.  You could never return home.  Didn’t matter how hard you tried, it never worked.  So you took comfort and joy when it came, and you tried your absolute best not to hate yourself for it.

Smashing your lips against his own, you bite at his lower lip, your tongue darting out, pushing past clenched teeth to find that perfect heat as you grab roughly at his hair.  You kiss him hungrily, feeling him respond in turn.   Hands beneath your shirt, he pulls upwards, calloused palms running up your spine until he can tug your tunic off in one tearing pull.  The air was cool despite the shafts of sun filtering in.  You could see the iridescent wings of small moths and dragonflies, flitting around in the golden light.

Hands gripped you tight while you desperately ground yourself against him.  You could feel his body shaking, the gasping whimper that emerged from his lips falling around the two of you in a shattered embrace.  Heat rose deep within your belly, consuming you, sending you tumbling head first into a bliss that you had long since tried to forget.  And all the while, Malcolm held you, clung you just as tight, whispering in your ear secrets that you had never forgotten.

~~~~

You two lay together, you resting on top of his sweaty chest, his legs limp on either side of your hips.  Both of you are silent for a moment, unable or simply not wanting to break the soft embrace you found yourselves in.  As the sweat dries on your skin, you know you should get up.  But it had been too long. This feeling of being held by him was one you had convinced yourself you no longer missed. Now that it was back, it was settling across you as an aching reminder.

When his fingers curl in your hair, you close your eyes.  “I can safely say this is not what I expected when I got up this morning.” He was trying to make light, testing you.  Neither of you knew where you stood now.

Swallowing thickly, you reluctantly push yourself from him, gathering your clothes.  Keeping your eyes adverted, you search for your discarded shirt, spying it near the stained-glass lamp near the bed.  The bed you two never made it to.

“You going to pretend this never happened?” He was propped up on his elbows, unashamed of his nakedness. One brow is lifted upwards in question. His leg cocked and spread.

“I haven’t decided yet,” you mutter.

He snorts in a sort of mirthless laughter, rolling his eyes.  Sliding off the desk, he grabs his trousers. “Nice, button. Real nice.”

“Stop calling me that.” Though, there is no conviction in your voice.

“You gonna go get the gem?”

“Yeah.” You clear your throat. You had forgotten about it.  So consumed by Malcolm fucking Albright, you had forgotten you were on a damn job.

“Alright,” he said, shoving his shoes on.  “I’ll take you there.”

“I know the bridge you’re talking about. I can make it on my own.”

As he walked up to you, he leaned forward.  He smelled of sex and something woodsy.  “I lied,” he whispered.

Somehow, I wasn’t even surprised.

The two of you leave the sunlit home and head back out onto the paper lantern lit streets of the Night Market.  It’s quieter at this time of the twenty-four-hour period.  You suppose most still fall asleep at their version of nighttime, despite the sun not existing here.  You are both quiet as he leads you down weaving alley’s, under small carved out arches within stone buildings, crumbling and forgotten.  You arrive at a small river, trickling over flat stones, the sound of crickets nearly deafening.

Malcolm hops over one flat pieces of river rock, kicking at the sediment just at the water's edge.  

You see something glint beneath the water's surface as he reaches down, pulling the ruby from the dirt.  

“Please tell me that was tied down, and you didn’t just hope it would still be here.”

He shrugged, tossing it to you.  You catch it with one hand, feeling it solid and heavy against your palm. You were already late for your meeting with the Baron.  You knew that was a slight against you, but maybe if you showed up with the gem, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“You gonna keep coming after the doors?” Malcolm asked.

“It’s my job.”

“And if I asked you not to?”

Voting Closed! Part 10 here

(lie) “I would stop.”

“Please don’t ask that of me.”

“Oh come on. You and I pitted against each other? Could be fun.”

If you want the full NSFW version, or would like me to tailor the MC to your head cannon within that version, please consider commissioning me on ko-fi.

[luimagines]

Could you maybe do one where the reader is in their time and they take them on a date since everything is calm for a moment?

Masterlist

It's Reader's turn to treat their favorite hero!

Date Day! Part one will included Wild, Legend and Hyrule!

Content under the cut!

Wild

“Ok, bare with me for a minute?” You grin and put a finger to your lips to keep your boyfriend quiet. “I want to show you something.”

“And we’re sneaking out because?” Wild tilts his head but follows you regardless.

“They to the place is a little... challenging and I don’t my Grandma or Time... or Twilight for that matter getting on our case about it.” The face you wear is mischievous and Wild can feel his morph to match yours as you tip toe away from the main group.

When you get far enough away you look over your shoulder and giggle. In a flash, before Wild can figure out what’s happening, you grab his hand and sprint away into the forest growth behind your house.

Wild snorts at your excitement but follows you step for step as you lead him through the foliage.

You stop a quick breather by a rock cliff and before you point up. “That’s where we’re going.”

And then you start climbing.

Wild blinks and doesn’t hesitate to follow you. A small woop leaves his mouth as he takes a running start up the rock and catches up to you relatively quickly.

Your practiced movements and Wild innate ability to climb anything makes the trip as simple as walking up a hill.

You get to the top first, since you’ve made this trip countless time to your Grandmother’s chagrin, and wait for Wild to make it up, holding out your hand to help him with the final stretch and pull him to you. You jump a little in your spot as he gets himself situated and giggle a little at the way his jaw drops at the sight before him.

A meadow of those flowers Wild seems to like so much, the Silent Princess.

But in the middle?

A natural fountain, with water sprouting upwards to give the rocks below the chance to be rained upon even if they’ll never see the light of day beyond what the crevices would offer. It falls into a small pool just beyond the rocks where small lily pads grow ands frogs sing their songs. In the darker corners you can see fireflies take off and return and there’s multiple dragonflies to dart from flower to flower where they know the mosquitoes reside as they try to catch their own lunches.

You see Wild take it all in and stare.

“This is my favorite spot.” You admit in a whisper. “No one else knows it’s here. They can’t get up even if they tried. But I can, and I knew you could because you can do anything.”

“It’s...”

“It’s a bit small I know.” You say with gulp. “and I doubt it’s anything compared to what you’ve already seen in your own world but I wanted to share it with you.”

“It’s just like you.” Wild says and looks over to you with a large and and boyish smile on his face. “It’s perfect.”

The admission strikes you in your spot and you don’t deny the blush that follows. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“No.” Wild takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “Not at all. I think it’s a bit lacking actually, but there’s no other word to use to properly describe what I think about you.” 

“What am I going to do with you?” You snicker and take your hand away to cup his face.

“Tell me about this place.” He answers. “How did you find it?”

“Oh that’s easy! You see, Link...uh, my brother, was just born and I was left unsupervised as mom and dad had to take care of the baby so-”

Legend

“Legend!” You cry and drape yourself across his back. “Come with me! I wanna take you somewhere!”

The boy in question falters in his step from your added weight and looked over his shoulder to see you better. “Now?”

You grin and nod. You’re fairly certain that you look crazy but you’re too excited to care.

“Should I be concerned?” Legend gets a small smirk on his face.

“Of little ol’ me?” You tilt your head, your smile never leaving your face. “Maybe. But right now? No. Come on, let’s go! I got Wild and Warrior to watch over Link and Zelda and Time and Twilight are busy humoring my grandma. It’ll just be you and me!”

Legend pauses before he seems to mellow out, and he reaches for your hand behind him. “Ok.” His voice is soft, the kind he saves only for you and when you’re alone. “Lead the way.”

You barely suppress the giggle that passes your lips before you pulled him closer to your side. You take off a brisk pace in case some of the others who are unattended decided to follow you.

You drag him through the streets of your home, your footsteps a mere after thought to the idea of Link’s reaction to what you plan on showing him.

He doesn’t say anything as you travel and keeps a tight grip on your hand, less he get left behind and lose you.

You stop in front of a flower shop and tilt your head in its direction. Legend nods, at your unspoken question and beams when you brighten even more so than you already were.

You both enter and you b-line for the some of the smaller flowers they have near the back and begin to seemingly pick a few at random.

You don’t even notice you lose Legend sometime in the middle of your choosing.

You’re so focused on your selection that you go to pay and head out, already working on your project.

You weave and bend and keep the flowers in place as you begin your journey out of the store.

Legend watches you leave in the middle of the your concentration and quickly pays the needed amount before following you out. He walks next to you at you pace and keeps one hand on your shoulder at all times to guide you back through the streets and make sure you don’t crash into anyone or anything.

He smiles at you, a soft and secret look he knows he should give you more often but he can’t seem to handle the idea when you’re in public.

Within moments he can see what you’ve been making.

A flower crown, braided with such intensity that the flowers covered every inch of the band, there’s not a spec of stem green in the mass that’s been created by your fingers and Legend has to admit that he’s impressed.

You beam and glance at him, as if he’s never left your side the entire time and rip off his hat.

He jumps to take it back but you throw it over your shoulder and spin him around. It’s a dance you both do often and there’s a laugh on your breaths as you anticipate the other’s reaction. But what Legend doesn’t expect is for you to trap him in your arm as you spin and to put the crown over his head from behind.

He’s stunned and when you kiss the tip of his nose, he’s inclined to not move a muscle until you say he’s free to do so.

You spin around while he freezes and bend down to pick up his hat, placing it on your own head with a cheeky wink.

Oh, Legend thinks, he likes that.

Legend blushes crimson and take takes his hand and places the single flower he bought up to your ear and between your hair. “There.” He says. “Perfect.”

You giggle and adjust the hat to keep the stem in place and grab Legend’s hand to lace your fingers together.

“Thanks for coming with me.” You grin and swing your hands together as you begin to walk around with no destination in mind.

Legend smiles back just as bursting with joy as you are. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Hyrule

“If I were to say we should leave, what would you do?” You ask your boyfriend, as you watch the group meander around your house. No on is paying attention to you, too focused on the game your cousin and little brother have made up as your grandma watches from her rocking chair, knitting something that will no doubt be gifted to one of the boys before you have to leave again.

It was nice.

A bit loud.

But that your everyday anyway, whether in your home or with the group, so it wasn’t all that unfamiliar.

Hyrule looks over to you with a raised eyebrow and and grin on his lips. “I’d follow you anywhere anytime.”

You smile and place your cheek on your hand as you rest your elbow on the table. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Did it have to?” Hyrule snorts. “You already know my answer.”

You hum and tap your fingers on your face before you smile. “Come with me.”

Wordlessly, he follows you and you lead him out of the house and into your garden. It was something your mother started before she left.

You took it upon yourself to try to keep it alive but you never had the same green thumb that she processed. Still, it wasn’t too shabby if you had to say so yourself.

Hyrule took a deep breath through his nose and grinned. “There’s magic in the air.”

You pause and turn to look at him. “You can smell that?”

“Nooo...” Hyrule laughs. “But I can feel like. It’s nice. It’s warm and sweet.”

You smile and hold your hand out to him, waiting until he seems to get a ahold of himself and pull him from behind you. 

You walk together in silence before the old and beaten path opens up to reveal a small clover covered clearing, with a two seater swing hidden by the tree branches. “Come on, let’s sit there Link.”

Hyrule smiles and sits down first, pulling you unexpectantly onto his lap. “And here I thought we were going to go on those adventure you like so much.”

“No.” You blush at the close proximity but lean yourself against him, placing your head by his and poking his neck with your nose. “Grandma would still need me close by incase the kids get too rowdy. At least I’m within yelling distance.”

Hyrule nods and begins to play with your hair as he pushes off the ground somewhat to get the swing in motion. “I like this. I want one.”

“I’ll build one just for you.” You snort and snuggle closer. “Anything for you.”

“Only if you’ll join me.”

“Obviously. Who else you plan on swinging with?”

“I didn’t think I’d be here at all, let alone have someone other than you.” 

You hum and play his hair even if you can’t see it. Hyrule shifts the both of you around so that you’re both lying on the swing instead of being precariously placed on the edge. “Well, I’m glad I’m with you.”

“Me too.”

Part 2 

[anthemxix]

There is something that I noticed while watching a game play of Hyrule warriors. Once You get the great fairy in the game but the way she fights is what got my angst side tickling. The way she fights is that she puts Link in a bottle and fights while he’s in the bottle, and once there’s a victory. The great fairy lets him out and you can clearly see his discomfort when she spins around him and such. Just something i noticed that i thought might be important for yah. :3

thank you so much for sending me this! it makes me so happy that you thought to share this with me. thank you ;w;

the whole getting-stuck-in-a-bottle thing is perfect for angst, and i was going to write something angsty, but then...this happened?? tl;dr for this fic is as follows~

hyrule: i don't like trapping fairies in bottles. warriors: yeah, getting trapped in a bottle sucks. hyrule: wait, what? warriors: what?

like that's it, that's the fic. also, wind is the problem child here because the fairies in WW look so sad after you catch them XD

Deep in the woods, the heroes find a sanctuary.

The densely-packed, straight-backed trees open up into a sunlit pocket, a secret glade undisturbed for centuries, where the air holds still like bated breath. Playing among the sunbeams, fluttering on filmy dragonfly wings, are dozens upon dozens of fairies.

Hyrule smiles fondly as he steps into the clearing, stretching out an arm in invitation. Several fairies, awash in a pastel pink glow, drift towards him and perch there like birds on a branch. A few more land on his shoulders; a couple snuggle into his nest of unruly hair.

“Oh, this is great!” Wind chirps. His voice seems unnaturally loud in the quiet, sacred space, and a handful of the fairies on Hyrule’s arm startle and flit away. The Traveler turns, prepared to admonish the Sailor for his volume, but he pales as he sees Wind, and several of the other heroes, fishing empty bottles from their bags.

Fairies’ healing magic is more potent than any potion, so Hyrule understands why the other heroes want it at their disposal; yet the idea of trapping one of these magnificent little creatures for days or weeks on end merely to exploit her generosity makes Hyrule uneasy. He knows what it’s like to be so small and helpless, and he can only imagine the horror of being imprisoned in a cramped bottle with nothing to do but breathe increasingly stale air and wait for freedom.

Hyrule holds out his other arm to offer refuge to more fairies; several more pink orbs alight on him without hesitation. Dismayed, he watches Wind ready his bottle and make a wild swing for a fairy. She bleats in alarm before zipping away.

His next target is not so lucky. Wind catches this fairy between his hand and the bottle, effectively jamming her inside.

“Sailor—,” Hyrule begins, but he cuts himself off as, to his surprise, Warriors clamps a firm hand on Wind’s shoulder and spins him around. He���s wearing the irritated scowl that’s usually reserved for Legend.

“What do you think you're doing?” the Captain snaps.

The triumph over a successful catch swiftly drains from Wind’s face. “What do you mean?”

“You have to be more careful,” Warriors chastises. “If you insist on detaining them, at least don't hurt them.”

“What? I would never—!” Pausing, Wind gives the cross-armed Captain a once-over, defensiveness dissipating in favor of curious realization. “Wait, why aren’t you grabbing any fairies…?”

Huh. Now that Hyrule considers it, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Warriors with a bottled fairy of his own. He hadn’t realized the Captain, too, is sensitive to the plight of these little winged creatures.

Blatantly discounting the question, Warriors says, “Look, why don’t you let Time give you pointers on how to do this properly.”

Wind’s imminent protests visibly shrivel as his gaze follows to where Warriors points. Time stands peacefully in the middle of the glade, open bottle passively upheld; a fairy willingly flies inside and allows herself to be stowed in Time’s bag. Attention captured, Wind bounces over to Time without another word to Warriors.

Eyebrows raised in amusement, Hyrule relaxes. Wind hadn’t intended to mistreat the fairies, and his youthful vigor is disarming. He glances at Warriors, expecting to see a similarly amused expression on him, given the massive soft spot Warriors has for the kid, but Warriors isn’t looking at Wind or Time at all. Instead, he’s watching the others collect fairies with an expression Hyrule has never seen on him.

His irritation, it seems, was a knee-jerk reaction, a symptom masking the real problem, which apparently is…discomfort?

Hyrule watches as now, in the quiet, some fairies drift towards the Captain, languidly orbiting him or touching down on his shoulders. If he notices, he doesn’t acknowledge them, continuing to watch the other heroes with crossed arms and pursed lips, like he’s tasted something sour.

Stepping closer, Hyrule says, “Uh, h-hey. Captain?”

As if he’s forgotten Hyrule was standing nearby, Warriors startles, but he quickly composes himself, seamlessly transitioning to an air of detached, smoothed-over neutrality. “Yes?”

“You okay? You look a little, uh…spooked.”

“Of course.” He buries one hand in the folds of scarf around his neck. The lie is painfully obvious, though Hyrule isn’t certain if that’s a cue to keep pushing or to let this go.

Fortunately, he doesn’t need to decide. Warriors drops the hand from his scarf and instead hooks his thumbs onto his belt. He’s in his observational tactician mode, his posture and expression shuttered so that he gives nothing away, only takes in. “You know, I'm not as in-tune with magic as you or Legend, but I’ve always been able to sense the residue of fairy magic on you, Traveler. Why is that?”

The deflection is unexpected, Hyrule thinks, but he supposes he can’t call it unfair. Secrets are like anything else: earned, not free. So he barters.

“Yeah, it’s, um. It’s from…a spell I can cast.”

“What does it do?”

“Uh, well, it’s…” He swallows. Maybe he isn’t ready to divulge this particular secret in full. “It sort of…replicates fairy magic, you could say.”

Warriors looks like he wants to ask more; Hyrule jumps in before he can. “So you don’t like catching fairies, huh?”

He can almost see the same thought process flicker across Warriors’ face: get a secret, give a secret.

One hand trails up to his scarf—a nervous habit, Hyrule figures—but then drops to his side again. “I don’t like the idea of trapping them.”

“Neither do I,” Hyrule agrees.

Warriors’ gaze is fixed on the others again, on the bottles in their hands. His hand returns to his scarf, and this time he absently toys with it, mind preoccupied. “...I know what it’s like.”

“What…what’s like?”

“Being trapped like that.” His voice has gotten quieter, his gaze more faraway. “And no matter what you do, you can’t get out.”

“Oh...I...I'm sorry,” Hyrule fumbles, not sure what to say.

“No one took it seriously,” Warriors continues. He untangles his hand from his scarf, holds out a finger so one of the fairies on his shoulder can perch there instead. “I felt so small and helpless...but it was just a joke to everyone else.”

Hyrule shuffles uncomfortably, scrutinizing the somber way Warriors is looking at the fairy on his finger. “So, um...what...where were you...trapped, exactly?”

Warriors frowns, and for one hopeful moment, Hyrule thinks he’s going to get an answer. But then Wind is bounding over, chattering excitedly, earlier tensions seemingly forgotten. The fairies around Warriors flutter away in a cloud, and Time is gathering everyone up so they can keep moving.

Well. A half-truth exchanged for a half-truth. It’s a start, Hyrule supposes. At least it’s a start.

[waybrights]

so... i wrote smth for this post abt sasha doing anne's makeup before an interview/concert... i also didn't mean to post 2 fic things today and answer like no asks, so i'll do those tomorrow!!!

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Anne had never been great at makeup. When she was younger she'd never been interested in it, and when they became famous, there was always someone hired to do it for them. Until, one evening they were due to go on a talk show in twenty minutes and no one had shown up.

Now, Anne wasn't usually one to panic, but she had several large pimples that she did not want being broadcast to the whole world and she didn't have the skill to cover them up. "Hey, Anne? Why are you just sitting there?" Sasha asked her, coming up to lean on the back of her chair. They looked at each other in the mirror and Sasha seemed to catch the panicked look in her eyes. "Oh."

"Yeah. I need your help," Anne mumbled, shifting uncomfortably on her stool as Sasha stared at her face. That wouldn't normally freak her out, but recently every time Sasha looked at her butterflies would start to run a riot in her stomach.

After a few seconds, Sasha's eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously. "Yes! I'll do it! Totally." And before Anne knew it, she was being pulled off her stool and pushed onto the couch. She dropped down next to Marcy (who didn't even look up, too engrossed in her game) and fiddled with her thumbs as Sasha grabbed everything she needed off the table.

"Okay, Mar Mar? Do you mind moving? I need to do Anne's makeup," Sasha said giddily. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a light in her eye Anne hadn't seen since they were kids. Is she really this excited about doing my makeup? Anne thought as Marcy silently slid off the couch and onto the musty, brown carpet.

She glanced up expectantly at Sasha, who just grinned down at her like a madwoman. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked suspiciously.

"Lay down, it helps if I can get close to you're face," Sasha said, pointing to the couch. Anne did what she said, hesitantly swinging her legs up onto the red couch and laying her head on the arm. As soon as she'd got comfortable, there was a heavy weight on her stomach that blew the wind out of her.

"Oh, shit sorry, I didn't mean to sit down that fast!" Sasha's worried face popped into Anne's view.

"It's okay, just wasn't expecting it," Anne laughed, her face heating up as Sasha leaned down.

Soon their faces were only inches apart as Sasha applied products to Anne's face. "So..." Anne said after a few minutes of silence. "You ready for the interview?"

"Shh, I don't want to mess up," Sasha hissed, but there was no malice in her tone. "And yeah, I guess I am. It's always the same questions anyway, what's your favourite song on the album? None because we didn't write them and they're boring."

"As much as I would love you to say that, we still have three years left in out contract so please don't upset Mr Andrias. Just this once," Marcy mumbled from her spot on the floor. Sasha rolled her eyes and sat back to put away the bottle she was holding.

Anne went to sit up, but was pushed down by Sasha. "I'm not done yet, I still need to do your eyes!"

"But are you close? We need to be out of here in like, five minutes."

"Anne, have I ever made us late before?" Sasha asked. Anne opened her mouth to talk about the multiple times they'd been late to concerts or interviews because Sasha was doing her makeup, but she was shut down before she could even suck in a breath. "Y'know what, don't answer that." Anne huffed out a laugh as Sasha re-positioned herself and pulled out an eye shadow palette.

Suddenly, their faces were extremely close, so close Anne could feel Sasha's breath tickling her cheeks. She could feel her face heating up and tried to push it away, but that seemed to only make it worse. At least Sash won't notice. But the light flush in her cheeks threw Anne's hope out the window. Crap, crap, crap she knows, she knows I'm blushing.

Thankfully, Sasha didn't bring it up as she worked her magic. They just lay there in silence, Anne watching the way Sasha's nose scrunched up as she concentrated. "You're staring," Sasha noted quietly as she shifted to do the other eye.

"What else do you want me to do?"

"Close your eyes," Sasha said with a smile. Anne quickly nodded and squeezed her eyes shut. "Not that tight, nerd, just like you're sleeping," she laughed. Anne nodded again and took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax.

Finally, Sasha sat up. "Done!" She said happily. Anne blinked her eyes open and wiggled out from under Sasha.

She stumbled over to the mirror (her legs had fallen asleep without her noticing) and grinned as she took in her reflection. Her eyes were immediately pulled to the tiny purple dragonfly that Sasha had somehow painted under her left eye, it matched the two lines drawn on the creases of her eyelids, following the curve perfectly and then flicking out. "It looks amazing, Sash," she said gently, her eyes finding Sasha's reflection in the mirror.

She wanted to say more, but was cut off for the second time that day by a voice crackling through the speaker. "Sasha and the Sharps, you're due on stage in three minutes."

"Hey, it was no problem, it's what friends do," she replied with a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Friends. We're just friends. It made sense, there was never any unspoken understanding between the two that they liked each other, but something in Anne still hoped that maybe Sasha would like her as more than just a friend.

"Anyway, we should probably get going. Don't want to be late," Sasha said quickly, turning away and packing all her stuff into the box she'd brought.

Anne nodded and nudged Marcy. "C'mon Marce, we've got an interview to do."

[faetxlity]

Hey, it's Ledgea, 99 for Aiden/Coën/Lambert for your prompt game? Thanks!

Song 99 of my Wrap-up was....

Принцесса - Бабек Мамедрзаев Lambert/Aiden/Coen below the cut - rated T for suggestive content and Lambert typical cursing.

They were in the middle of no where, which was somewhere outside of Vizima, and Lambert was doing his best to not shout to the gods as Aiden’s clever fingers bright him to completion. Aiden was already sated, draped over Lambert’s chest and pressed flush along his side, and his pretty lips pressed over and over against the Wolf’s jaw and neck. Traces of their missing lover, who wasn’t missing at all but working in a role they couldn’t play, clung to them both in scent.

“Fuck, Princess.” He turned his head, satisfied very well, and took kisses from Aiden’s lips. “Aren’t you sweet?”

Aiden nipped him to prove contrary.

In the evening they would be attending a party, acting as security against bandits on the grounds, for no nobleman would allow a witcher inside such a prestigious event (except the one Witcher who was allowed inside and currently the only other thing on Lambert's mind), but it was a good gig nonetheless. Which meant that no one should have been bothering them for some hours and certainly not around their little hideaway.

“Someone’s been having fun.”

Lambert stiffened, tightened his hold around Aiden’s shoulders, and snatched up a dagger. He could throw it blind and hit a falcon, a man sized target would be nothing.

“Aiden~” The stranger sing-songed. Muffled against his neck Aiden cursed, exasperated and annoyed. Lambert didn’t let that relax him. “Come on, little brother, come introduce us.”

Aiden huffed, shoved his nose hard into Lambert’s pulse, and then tucked himself back into his pants.

“Why the fuck are you here?” He called out to the apparently-not-a-stranger.

“Working a contract! Lot less fun than whatever petty thing you’ve got.” Aiden frowned deeply and levered himself out of their makeshift nest.

“Stay here a minute?”

“Gaetan, what the hell.”

“Heard there were some others of us with pretty hair about and I thought - it’s either Aiden or Dragonfly so I’ll go say hi.”

“Look, good to see you but I’m busy.”

“I can smell.”

“Gaetan.”

“Come out and let me meet my brother’s lover!” Aiden seemed to like this one, whoever he was, so Lambert put the blade aside and smoothed his hair back before stepping into view. The Cat that had interrupted them was small, shorter than Lambert with a close shaved head and keen eyes like goldenrod. He whistled and appraised Lambert shamelessly.

“Not bad, Little Brother.” It was genuine praise but it had Lambert’s back up. “I’d shake your hand but I think I know where it’s been. I’m Gaetan.”

“Lambert.”

“Pleasure, I’m sure.”

They did not break bread or take supper together but they did share some ale before Gaetan took his leave and promised to see them that evening. It took only a few minutes for Aiden to start pacing.

“I can’t believe he caught us. He’s going to tell everyone. What if he finds Co too and -”

“Aiden, there’s no need to panic over it.”

“They’ll hunt you down just to say they did it! Or won’t let me hear the end of it in winter or- or tell me I can’t come back!”

“And?”

“I don’t exactly have a Keep to return to.”

He sighed and swept the other man up by the waist, holding him close with a sigh.

“No need to stress, Princess.” Lambert wasn’t very good at being gentle but he knew how to kiss Aiden’s neck and hold his hip to cradle him just right. “Your brothers think you make the sun rise, I’m not going to ruin that.”

“You don’t ruin anything.”

“And! If I’m not presentable enough you can take Coën.” He felt more than hard Aiden laugh. Their wayward Griffin fit perfectly with them but he’d be more out of place among the Cats than a bear at a dinner table. “So we’ll go to the party, get paid handsomely, and then we’ll get some uninterrupted fun.”

No one died at the party. Lambert half expected at least one body to drop given the company that he knew to be running around the grounds but Coën stood on the single balcony and waved at them every now and then. He’d dressed finely and Lambert wanted nothing more than to climb the trellis and ruin his perfectly combed hair. He didn’t: only because he was a professional.

Their contract was fulfilled at the stroke of midnight and they raced to the roof of the empty groundskeeper’s hut where it had been decided they would meet. Lambert scrambled up just in time to watch Coën start a sprint across the grounds to join them.

The music was dying down, more and more musicians growing tired and taking their leave until it was a single violinist playing for the straggling guests. From the folds of his cloak Aiden produced a bottle of wine with a flourish and twisted the cork out, letting it fall to the ground far below. They laid close, Lambert pressed in the middle, and passed the bottle back and forth.

Lambert pillowed his head on his own arm and turned to look at the Cat. “Hey Princess,” Pretty gold eyes, flecked through with green, settled on Lambert with anticipation. Lambert continued, “It’s all nonsense isn’t it?”

“Hm?” Atop Lambert’s stomach Coën and he linked hands.

“World‘s not ending, no one could give less of a shit about the three of us- no wait let me finish -“ he squeezed Coën’s wrist to head off any philosophical comments “-so why don’t we all go somewhere nice? If you want to go to the Caravan I’ll go with you, Co can swing by that friend in Novigrad, and then we go to the coast or something. How about it? Somewhere warm for winter.” If Aiden said no that was… well, that was fine really. He’d climb the mountain with Coën, spend the winter sharing comforts with one half of his heart, and they would meet in spring just as they had for years now. Three years as a unit, longer for each pair individually.

“Are you asking us on a date, Lam?” Aiden smiled crookedly, fang on display.

Coën rumbled, “I dare say he is.”

“Maybe I am.” He suddenly felt sheepish.

“My knight.” Aiden and Coën slid their joined hands higher, over his heart.

“Is that a yes, Princess?”

It was.