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[alt3rnata]

One more piece of https://www.tumblr.com/alt3rnata/771516287595741184/heres-a-piece-from-wip-fic-in-this-scene-teach?source=share where one man crosses the border between Alrest and Bionis to meet the other as promised. This is a flashback that directly continues the events of the previous part and is framed by a much less romantic scene in the present, a bit of which can be seen at the end.

Xenoblade Chronicles 3 post-canon, the rating of the scene is T, Teach/Zeon, the characters are adults, Teach is referred as Oleg. 1196 words. Still WIP and a quick translation and whatever.

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He remembered well the day he first stood in front of the door leading to Zeon's flat. Three months of texting, phone calls, exchanging photos (quite innocent ones) had passed. The command was not happy to learn that he was not going to renew his contract, but they let him go in peace. He went through the portal a day earlier than the date they had agreed on, dropped off his things at the hotel and simply walked around the capital all day — not to see the sights. To unwind and calm down. Yes, he conscientiously gave Zeon the opportunity to get to know himself better, told him everything about his daily life, about his work, about how he relaxes, told the story of his life in Indol and his arrival in Torigoth (omitting the gloomiest details). And Zeon did not get lost, on the contrary, he was impatiently awaiting his arrival, but Oleg was still worried. What if the magic wears off when they meet in person again? What then?  

However, if he wanted to be able to back out, he would simply have a holiday. The decision had been made, and his anxiety did not prevent him from showing up at the appointed time the next day and ringing the doorbell. 

Zeon opened the door for him, smiling broadly, invited him in and, apologizing, ran into the kitchen, where some timer was beeping. Oleg looked around, taking off his shoes. There was no hallway in this flat, the door opened directly into a small, bright room, where there was a desk with neatly laid out papers, books and devices of unknown purpose, two impressive bookcases and an armchair with a floor lamp. And also attention was drawn to a whole greenhouse of various plants on a wide windowsill, which Oleg decided to examine later. It was obvious that the flat had been freshly cleaned. Something smelled nice from the kitchen. 

Having washed his hands in the bathroom, he went into the kitchen, where Zeon was just taking a baking sheet with small pies out of the oven. 

“I borrowed this recipe from my mum. I asked for something foolproof, now we'll see how well it turned out. I usually cook something simpler for myself, but I thought I wouldn't treat my guest to scrambled eggs or something,” Zeon spread his arms. “Sit down, I'll make some tea.” 

Oleg watched him fussing around the stove. So homey, in a simple light T-shirt and sweatpants, slightly dishevelled, with traces of flour on one of the wings. The kitchen was cramped but cosy, with flowers on the windowsill, colourful pot holders hanging on hooks, and a family photo pinned to the refrigerator door, where Zeon was captured with his parents and sister. 

Everything here was cosy, and he desperately did not fit in, sitting with an unnaturally straight back and suddenly not knowing what to say. 

“So how did you get here? How do you like the portal? I was a bit scared the first time,” asked Zeon, standing with his back to him, while taking two mugs from the shelf.  

“Everything went fine. I arrived yesterday, actually. I—” the words finally came. He got up from his chair, went up to Zeon and carefully hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. Zeon, who was reaching for the teapot at that moment, froze in place, lowering his hand. “I missed you. I'm glad I'm here.” 

“Do you want me to melt right here or what,” he muttered embarrassedly, covering the arms hugging him with his warm palm. “Let me tell and show you later how glad I am to see you again. I have some… plans for you, and I'm not going to let you out of this flat until I put them into action.”  

“Huh, well, now I'm intrigued.” 

“But first, you'll let me make the tea before the water gets cold, and tell me what you were doing here all day yesterday. I thought we agreed on today, did you mix up the dates?” 

Oleg had to let him go, but the conversation went easier after that, and the meat pies were great. Oleg told him how he had wandered around the city the day before and what he had seen. Zeon was chatting about various little things, showed him his plant collection up close, mentioned that he should introduce Oleg to his sister (“I think you’ll like each other, you’re a bit similar”), that there were a couple of beautiful places in the area where they could go together… It had already got dark outside.  

“And this is where I sleep,” he said, opening the door on the left. The bedroom was small, like everything else in this flat, and most of it was taken up by a wardrobe and a double bed. “You’ll stay the night with me, right?” 

“I recall that you threatened not to let me out of here until you did something to me,” Oleg reminded him playfully. “It looks like I have no choice. Just let me use your shower first, and then you can do whatever you want.” 

“Sure, just let me go first, I'll get you a fresh towel. Do you need anything else? Some clothes, maybe? I can share.” 

“No, I have everything I need with me.” 

Zeon chuckled meaningfully and left. He still hadn't got used to the fact that he was dealing with a man who thought everything through and prepared for everything. No matter, he'll get used to it, Oleg thought. He also had some plans for the future. 

When all the preparations were finished, and he sat down on the bed next to Zeon, wearing only the shorts he'd brought from home, Zeon, firstly, just stared at him with all his eyes, and secondly, he blushed. Oleg smiled innocently at him. Finally, Zeon found something to say: “You know, after I refused to sleep with you in Torigoth, I later wondered if I was a fool, and if I would regret it. It seems that I am such a fool after all.”  

“If I guess your plans right, then I still have nothing against it. But if you are going to tell me about some other wonders of the plant world for half the night, then I'll gladly listen, but first I'll take a T-shirt out of my bag—”  

“Come here,” Zeon pulled him towards himself and silenced him in the simplest and most effective way for such cases: by kissing him on the lips.  

A little later, Oleg discovered that he was not the only one who had prepared for such a turn of events.  

...The first thing Zeon said to him after was: “Don't leave. Stay. If you leave, I'll drop everything myself and go to Alrest after you, I'm not kidding.”

The first thing he said to Ashera after was: “Want me to stay or leave?” 

"You'll have to go, no offence, I just have things to do in the morning, need to get some sleep. At least you won't have to look at my mess," she waved her hand vaguely, gesturing to the dark room around, "and I'm not the nicest person in Bionis until I've had my morning coffee, so you won't lose anything. Okay?"

"Got it. No problem."

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Got 17k words draft and still have no idea where this is going, lol.

[astra-ravana]

Types Of Witchcraft

Note: These are general/basic explanations of different classes of magick/witchcraft. Practitioners can fall into multiple or none of these categories. Ultimately, only an individual can choose their labels.

Green: Utilizing greenery/plants/herbs/flowers in herbal/nature magick, such as creating blends of different plants or primarily using herbs in spellwork. May keep a garden and take great pride in their workings/connection to the earth and nature.

Hedge/Shamanic: A type of magick that's more oriented towards spirit work, Otherworld and astral travel, dream work, spiritual power and healing. May work with psychedelic/psychotropic/toxic plants and fungi as spiritual tools (ie: flying ointments/teas made from amanita muscaria or datura)

Sea: A type of magick derived from materials/abstract ideas involving the ocean world. Sea magick is worked using various items from as well as one's own connection to the sea and its creatures.

Storm: Magick that is worked by combining one's own energy with the energy of the weather, most commonly storms. Storm witches may have practices such as collecting storm water or snow, "whistling up" or manipulating winds, or performing rituals during severe weather.

Hearth/Kitchen: Magick performed through kitchen craft and/or mundane tasks/crafts around the home or for loved ones. Typically worked daily through food, herbal mixtures, crafting, decorating, and hobbies. May also work with the Fae/elements/nature.

Tea: Those who drink tea, make their own tea mixtures, or enjoy blending herbal remedies and often use reading tea leaves as their form of divination.

Urban: For those who live in or prefer an urban setting/lifestyle. Magick that is worked in densely populated areas and big cities, without some of the seemingly "traditional" aspects of witchcraft.

Tech: Magick that is skillfully worked through technology. A tech witch might cast spells/do divinatory readings on the internet, use magick based apps/programs, or keep a digital grimoire/library.

Elemental: Magick that is worked by honoring/acknowledging all 4/5 elements (Fire, Air, Water, Earth, and/or Spirit). Elementalists may dedicate part of their alter to each element and call upon them during rituals/spells. Conversely, they may choose to focus on only one element changing the designation to either fire, air, water or earth witchcraft.

Fae/Faerie: The magick of those who work and commune with the Fae. Faerie witches may do rituals/spells around the Fae, ask favors of them, have regular communication sessions, and leave them offerings. The Fae are very unpredictable and strong but, with time and respect, they share their magick with special individuals.

Infernal: A system of spirit work/magick that revolves around Infernal spirits/entities, such as demons, djinn, or other spirits of a chaotic alignment. This practice requires a surprising amount of shadow work and dismantling of oppressive religious systems. They may summon demons, perform rituals/spells with them, make deals, or take them up as magickal familiars.

Necromancy: The practice of seeking the assistance of, summoning, communication, and diving through the dead. Practitioners may frequent cemetaries/burial grounds/haunted locations and perform magick and spiritual/divinatory readings there. Often employ the use of pendulums, dowsing rods, talking boards, black mirrors, grave dirt, and bones.

Draconian: Draconian magick is a practice that involves engaging with dragons as powerful forces and allies in spiritual practice. It can include rituals, symbolism, and techniques to connect with dragons, and may be used for empowerment, healing, and spiritual growth.

Chaos: A type of magick utilizing new, non-traditional, and unorthodox methods. It is a highly individualistic practice that draws from many magickal disciplines (eclecticism).

Blood/Sanguine: A very potent class of magick that includes the use of one's own blood or that of another in powerful rituals/spells.

Sigil/Art: The use of sigils, symbols, glyphs, runes, or artwork infused with will and intention. This practice is vast, versatile, and diverse with each practioner producing truly unique results.

Lunar: Lunar magick is the practice of performing rituals during the different phases of the Moon to bring about physical or psychological change. They may honor/worship the Moon, do moonlight rituals, or make moon waters. Conversely, one could work with the Sun in much the same fashion.

Cosmic/Celestial: Magick that incorporates the stars and planets. Astrology is a dominant force in their lives and witchcraft and they consider the placement of celestial bodies before doing a working.

Crystal: Incorporation of crystals/stones in one's magickal practice. May make crystal grids, include them in their spells, use them in energy work, meditation, or for Reiki healing.

Glamour: Glamour magick is an enchantment type that adjusts or changes your outward appearance, or people's perception of your outward appearance and can include the enchanting of jewelry, clothing, and even makeup for magickal purposes.

Shadow: Magick with a focus on the elements of darkness and shadow. May practice umbrakinesis (shadow manipulation), magickal subterfuge and illusion, and feel at peace, and even practice, in pitch black darkness

Are there any you feel I should have included? Please let me know! I'd love to expand this list. :)

[gladosluver]

they should set their differences aside and work together. imagine the horrors they could create

[marlynnofmany]

Hey, time to overanalyze magic again. It makes sense to me -- follow closely now -- that earthbending would just be the control of rocks. It's all the minerals that come from the ground, and sure, even some artificially created ones as long as they have the same structure. But just rocks. Not dirt.

Why not, you ask? I invite you to consider what dirt actually is. It's lots of things! Some rock dust, yes, but also crumbled plants, and decomposed animals, and a variety of fungus, and bits of poop from creatures both microscopic and large. Basically, it's a mess of all things organic (plus tiny rocks).

You don't want an earthbender for dirt.

You want a necromancer.

[tio-trile]

How bout that season 2 teaser huh?? I got to be part of the team that storyboarded the first episode of season 2, and it was incredible seeing a roomful of audience react live to the episode!!!!!! Some of the shots that I storyboarded are shown in the teaser!

[one-silly-cart00nist]

More Humanstuck GamTav

ft. random doodle under the cut

[luuxxart]

wanted to do one of those deviantart sonic form memes for old times sakes 🦔

(form explanations in the tags)

[fnafverse-quotes]

Glamrock Chica: *trying to wake Roxy up* Don’t make me get the glitter glue bucket from the daycare!

Roxy: …You WOULDN’T…

Monty: *barging into the room, drenched in glitter* YES SHE WOULD!!!

[dontlookforme00]

fool

[c-0f-chaos]

THE SKATER IS FINALLY DONE

And without the lines, I like both

He is my purifier oc, I really like how he turned out!

I'm still figuring out some of the details, but I'll consider him complete

Also, if anyone is interested in knowing more about Skater, he would be delighted to answer!

I'll leave the text under the cut

Age: 23

Pronouns: He/him

The Skater was assigned to help the Batter in his mission. Like the Batter, he believes that the world is in need of purification.

He loves fighting, both specters and anyone who challenges him. His love for the feeling of adrenaline of a good fight can make him lose his senses. The only thing left in his mind is the dance of the attacks.

Skater is always messing around with people. He has an entire catalog of tricks up his sleeve to have some fun. You can tell how much he likes a person based on how he messes around them. Both Batter and Dedan agree that he is annoying.

He has a problem with Lucky Tickets. Even Zacharie is starting to worry about him.

[alt3rnata]

Here's a piece from WIP fic, in this scene Teach and Zeon meet in XC3 post-canon (and find some cultural differences between themselves). It hasn't been published anywhere yet, but I think it's sweet, so why not share it.

The rating of scene is T, Teach/Zeon, the characters are adults, Teach is referred as Oleg. 2933 words.

(And it’s a quick translation, and it isn’t betaed, but I tried my best to keep it readable.)

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The flow of cars moved slowly, nothing interesting happened, and Oleg did not notice how he once again plunged into memories. About Zeon, again. He did not even try to fight it. At least until it forced him to do stupid things like texting his ex at 2 AM. 

...Zeon, along with a group of his colleagues, came to Torigoth to study the wildlife of Alrest, as part of an international scientific project. The worlds recently united by a network of portals were ready to share with each other the best that existed in them, but first it was necessary to at least minimally make sure that the flora and fauna of Alrest and Bionis could coexist without problems. Zeon himself specialized in plants. 

By pure chance, it was at this time that Oleg took a short vacation and once again came home from the capital of Mor Ardain, where he was serving under contract, to visit friends and the local Indoline community and to tidy up his house, which he still could not bring himself to sell, although he had not lived in it for a long time. He went for a walk in the nearby forest and thought about one recently received friendly advice, and there he came across one of the visiting researchers collecting samples. The researcher greeted him in a friendly manner, asked for help by answering a couple of questions, if it wasn’t too much trouble, of course. And in general, he turned out to be such a polite and pleasant conversationalist that Oleg didn’t notice how several hours flew by while he wandered through the forest with the new acquaintance, telling him everything he knew about the city’s surroundings. Zeon listened attentively, Zeon asked good questions, and watching him work was also strangely fascinating; when he concentrated on extracting another herb from the ground, those wings on his head bristled so comically... In the end, it turned out that during their conversation, Oleg walked him to the door of the hotel, where the research group was temporarily accommodated. 

“Well, this is where we live,” Zeon smiled awkwardly. 

An awkward pause hung in the air. Oleg caught himself looking for a plausible excuse to ask for his number, or to offer to meet again, or... Well, no, "Maybe you'll invite me over for a cup of tea?" would be a bit too much, and who said that Zeon lived in a single room? 

“Listen, I was thinking,” Zeon said, interrupting his thrashing, “maybe you'd like to drop by our lab sometime, when you have some free time, of course? Layla, — that's our medic, — would be very interested to look at your crystal, I noticed that it's different from those we see on most people.”  

“And I'm different too, ha?” Oleg replied, a little more ironically than he should have. Of course, the researchers mostly communicated with the Gormotti, who lived here in the majority, and with the Blades; the Indoline community lived rather closed off. Of course, his crystal was different. The kind he had will be rarer and rarer from now on.  

"I hope I didn't say anything rude?" Zeon blushed. "If it was inappropriate, I—"  

"No, there's nothing wrong with that. It's just that core crystals are quite diverse, and it's not easy for someone unfamiliar with them to understand that mine is really a different type. I assumed that maybe my obvious belonging to a different race made you take a closer look, that's all." 

"Okay," his interlocutor sighed with relief. "So, what do you think? I'd introduce you to the team, they're nice guys. And maybe you'd be interested in hearing about Bionis, too? I've probably tired you out with my questions today, but I haven't really told you anything.” 

“Not at all, I had a good time having a pleasant conversation,” Oleg allowed himself to grin, watching the researcher’s cheeks turn even pinker. “Let’s exchange numbers, text me when and where to come.” 

Zeon introduced him to his colleagues, as he had promised. They really were nice guys, friendly and open, just like Zeon. After Oleg allowed Layla to examine him and ask all the questions she was interested in as a medic in private, the company dragged him into the kitchen, where over coffee and cookies they simply overwhelmed him with information, and stories, and questions, and... in the end, he caught himself rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. Layla's attentive gaze caught it too. 

"Okay, people, it's time to get back to work," she commanded, "before you all talk our guest to death! Zeon, will you see him off, okay?" 

Of course, Oleg objected out loud that no, they hadn't tired him out at all, and politely said goodbye to them, but in his heart, he was grateful to Layla. He was simply not used to being the centre of attention from strangers for so long, unless their communication was formal. He needed time to digest everything he had heard. 

“How are you? This is our professional flaw, just let us talk about what interests us, and you will have to listen to all this until the next morning...” Zeon chuckled softly. 

Oleg caught himself looking at him. Delicate, thin features, and these strange, but intriguing wings, so soft to look at, and eyes, green-blue, like sea water, looking back directly and openly... Zeon was all like that: direct and open, a little dry, so correct and, it seems, just good. 

Maybe I would listen to you until the next morning. Maybe I would not only listen. 

“I'm fine,” he answered finally. “Listen, maybe... let me take you somewhere for dinner?” 

Zeon suddenly hesitated, looked away. Now he’ll say that he didn’t mean anything like that, that he is already taken, that—  

“Well, only if it’s somewhere simple,” it sounded like a bolt from the blue. Zeon smiled sheepishly. “I just didn’t take anything fancy with me, just clothes for field work and… this,” he spread his hands, pointing to his simple blue T-shirt and jeans, slightly worn. 

Oleg understood what he meant. Even his own simple black shirt was cut with more care for aesthetics. The way people dressed in Bionis (at least this particular group of researchers), against the background of the usual everyday clothes of the inhabitants of Alrest, looked too simple and too utilitarian. No layers, no decor, just comfort, so that you can quickly put it on, quickly take it off… 

“Then how do you feel about spending an evening in the fresh air? I know a place with a good view of the sunset, just outside the city. I'll bring food with me. No dress code.” 

"Great idea!" Zeon responded with obvious relief. 

He had no free evening in the city for another three days. There was nothing complicated in organizing such an outing, and yet Oleg caught himself thinking about it too much. He was generally used to thinking everything through carefully. He knew in advance what he would wear, when he needed to leave the house, when he needed to go to a cafe so that his order would be ready in time, where he would meet Zeon and even how he would greet him. He had a plan B in case of bad weather. 

But there were questions that went beyond the usual planning, and there was no one to ask them. Perhaps the Bionis culture had some other rules about first dates, what was acceptable and what was not. What should he expect? What should he count on? How to behave so as not to accidentally do something inappropriate? 

...Should he be ready for sex?.. 

He wasn't sure he wanted things to go that fast, but both his own vacation and Zeon's business trip were coming to an end. He wasn't even sure if he wanted it at all. But it was rare for someone to grab his attention so quickly, and there was something special about this man. Oleg vaguely saw an opportunity here.  

And what could be worse than a missed opportunity? 

However, despite the fact that the morals in Bionis were more relaxed, there was no “too fast development of events” then. Everything went exactly according to plan, they reached the hill with a large spreading tree growing on its top without problems, and the evening was perfect, warm and clear. Clouds floated across the sky, painted by the setting sun in different shades of gold and scarlet, the conversation flowed relaxed, moving from general talk about the differences between worlds to personal topics. Zeon talked about his family, about how he himself took more from his father, and his sister Oleshandra from their mother, and her wings were twice as long. He talked about his work at home, asked Oleg about his job. At his request, Oleg showed him how to summon a weapon, to which Zeon literally watched with his mouth open. As it turned out, he himself was quite skilled with a sword; the martial traditions of both worlds still permeated their entire culture, the upheavals of the recent past had not yet been forgotten. But Zeon preferred to tinker with plants in the lab and in the fields, and a peaceful life suited him perfectly. 

The more he told, the more it seemed to Oleg that they were similar in many ways. Both had grown up among refugees whose home had been destroyed; Zeon was only five years old when the catastrophe occurred, wiping out more than half of his people. Both had faced some unfair stereotypes, Zeon from his own compatriots (though he mentioned it in passing, as an amusing relic of the past), Oleg from people of other nations. And there was something else, a vague sense of something in common, of recognition, perhaps because they thought in a similar way... it was on the tip of his tongue, something about kindred spirits, perhaps? 

"You know, I can't shake the feeling that we've known each other for longer than a few days," Zeon said, accurately expressing in one phrase what Oleg had been trying to find. He was half-lying on the grass next to him, leaning on his elbows.  

"Maybe we met in Aionios. I don't remember anything, like everyone else, but some residual feelings can remain, as they say."  

For some people, the memory of Aionios returned, in the form of dreams or fragmentary visions. Most often, this led to such people needing medical help. Oleg sometimes felt curious about how he personally survived a thousand-year war, which he knew only from a general description, but he understood that ignorance was bliss. 

“We would have been on opposite sides of the front,” Zeon commented, “but in the end, when the colonies stopped fighting, maybe we met. Although how old would I have been there, 19 at most... I don't know what impression I would have left on you. Perhaps not the best.”  

“I myself was no gift in my youth,” Oleg snorted. “You were a pain in the ass,” Isurd would have said, who also fled from Indol to Torigoth, shared a room with Oleg for a long time and got a good look at what an Indoline teenager is like, who has just lost all bearings in life and is ready to fight with anyone who looks at him askance. But Isurd had moved to Leftheria with Nimue about 10 years ago and had no chance to ruin Oleg's date with his tediousness. Oleg mentally noted that he hadn’t called him for a while, it was time to ask how he was doing. 

“Hmm... ever since I first saw you, I've been wanting to do something, but it seemed wildly inappropriate to ask,” Zeon muttered. 

“What is this?” Oleg turned on his side, facing him, propping his head up with his elbow. 

“Can I touch your crystal?” he blurted out in one breath. 

“Well... this is unexpected,” Oleg admitted, “but why not. Okay, go ahead.” 

This should have been expected, actually, but he was still not used to the fact that for Zeon all this was some kind of miracle of nature, and not part of everyday life. However, a similar request about his wings would probably have surprised him just as much. 

Zeon carefully brought his hand closer to his face and ran the pad of his thumb along the edges of the crystal shard implanted in his right cheekbone. Warm fingers lightly touched his jaw. Another man's touch to the crystal responded with light electrical impulses, running from it through the body in all directions.  

"It's warm, and it's as if I can feel your pulse," Zeon said, gazing at the surface of the crystal in fascination. Oleg knew that the crystal seemed larger on the inside than on the outside, as if an impossible depth was revealed beneath its surface, in which blue sparks flared and died.  

"You could say it's like my second heart. The crystal controls all my Blade abilities, the ether system in my body, and it also stores memories..." he tilted his head to the side, pressing his cheek to Zeon's palm, "And if it is removed or broken, I will die.” 

"It sounds like I'm doing something rather intimate," Zeon whispered, but he didn't remove his hand. 

"That's true, but I don't mind." 

Zeon just looked at him for a few moments, and Oleg was already thinking that it was time to take matters into his own hands, maybe take him by the wrist and kiss his open palm... But Zeon made up his mind faster, and when he reached out to Oleg, he closed his eyes in anticipation of the kiss. 

Zeon’s lips touched not his own, but the surface of the crystal. A bright white flash flared under his closed eyelids, these were no longer some light impulses, this was like a good electric shock, it even took his breath away. Now this was really something intimate. The warmth of the touch, another man’s breath, the movement when Zeon smiled faintly, when he flinched in surprise, — everything felt too bright and strong. His own ether resonated with the Zeon’s, which the winged High Entia apparently had enough of even without any core-crystals, and it seemed to him that something in him would simply not withstand it and burn out. 

“What are you doing, crazy?” Oleg managed to squeeze out, pushing him away from himself by the shoulders and trying to catch his breath. Did the Blades feel something similar when they first resonated with their Driver, until the Architect severed that connection, granting them independent existence (let's leave aside the fact that Oleg as a Blade Eater was theoretically incapable of any resonance with a Driver)? Or was this a consequence of the fact that Zeon was from another world and his ether was somehow different? It didn't seem like he felt it as strongly.  

“Something wrong?” Zeon asked worriedly, nevertheless, looking at him with some curiosity. “I don't know, for some reason it seemed like a good idea to me...”  

“Ah, sorry, I always forget that you don't know a lot. How can I tell you... it's not that it's a bad idea, it's just a gesture, appropriate when...” Oleg thought for a moment, choosing his words. “…It’s like saying, ‘I love you’. I don’t think that’s what you meant.” 

“Ah... Well, yes, after comparing the crystal to the heart it sounds logical,” Zeon did not look embarrassed, on the contrary, a slight smirk played on his lips. “Actually, I had a stupid urge to run my tongue over it… it's just that its surface is so smooth, like a lollipop, please forgive me for such associations... but now I understand that it would have been too much.”  

His imagination immediately drew him first this picture, then another logically following from it, where Zeon was lying under him, flushed, with his T-shirt pulled up high and his lips puffy from kisses, and his body reacted to all this quite clearly in the area below the belt. Thoughts reached somewhere in the direction of the lube lying at the bottom of the backpack. Okay, hit or miss. 

“You can try, if you want this evening to end with sex. I'm not insisting, but I won't refuse either.” 

Zeon looked at him for a while with a heavy, fixed gaze, biting his lip, obviously imagining what would happen if he agreed. Then he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. 

“You know, it sounds very tempting, but then it would look like some kind of business trip romance, as if I came, made a casual acquaintance just to fuck, and left,” he smiled nervously, then looked Oleg in the eyes. “What do you think about getting to know each other better first? I won’t be able to stay here, unfortunately, there’s a lot of work, so… Maybe you want to see Bionis?” 

An opportunity. Here and now. Catch it before it disappears into thin air. 

“My contract expires in three months. If you’re willing to wait, I’d be happy to visit Bionis.”  

“No problem! We'll have time to talk, maybe I'll even get on your nerves before then, you'll understand that you've made a terrible mistake and change your mind," Zeon grinned happily, leaning closer. "I think if you just kiss me in the most ordinary way, it would be quite appropriate now.”  

Oleg didn't need to be asked twice. 

[astra-ravana]

Types Of Fae

The realm of the Fae is vast and diverse, with countless variations across different cultures and mythologies. Here's a comprehensive list of some of the most common types of faeries, along with additional details about their characteristics and folklore. This is by no means a complete list, but it should give you a pretty good idea of the types of faeries that exist. If you want information about interacting with the Fae check out this post.

• Brownies: These helpful household spirits are often depicted as small, wiry creatures with long ears. They are known for their industrious nature, performing chores like cleaning, cooking, and tending to livestock. However, they can also be quite mischievous, playing pranks on those who neglect their needs.

• Pixies: Small and playful, pixies are known for their love of mischief and pranks. They are often associated with the air and are said to inhabit trees, flowers, and other natural wonders.

• Puca: A Celtic spirit and shape-shifter that can take various forms, including horses, rabbits, goats, and humans. It’s also known as Puck in English Folklore, is sometimes believed to use the light of Will o’ the Wisp to lure people into swamps or ditches and then flee with delight.

• Leprechauns: These Irish faeries are best known for their love of treasure and their skill in making shoes. They are often depicted as solitary figures, guarding their pots of gold at the end of rainbows.

• Sprites: Tiny nature spirits, sprites are often associated with specific locations, such as forests, rivers, or mountains. They are known for their playful nature and their ability to bring good luck or misfortune.

• Nymphs: Beautiful female spirits, nymphs are associated with specific natural elements, such as water, forests, or mountains. They are often depicted as graceful and alluring, with a deep connection to the natural world.

• Sylphs: Air spirits, sylphs are often depicted as ethereal beings, capable of flying and moving with the wind. They are associated with the sky and are often seen as messengers between the earthly and spiritual realms.

• Salamanders: Salamanders are a type of elemental spirit commonly associated with fire. Some people insist they are little balls of light, but during the Middle Ages, many claimed they were lizard-like in appearance. Alternatively, Salamanders are sometimes described as slender, red, and dry-skinned creatures with a malevolent demeanor.

• Undines: Water spirits, undines are associated with lakes, rivers, and oceans. They are often depicted as beautiful, aquatic beings, with a strong connection to the emotional and spiritual depths of water.

• Gnomes: Earth spirits, gnomes are often depicted as short, bearded creatures, with a deep connection to the earth. They are associated with mining, gardening, and other earth-related activities.

• Elves: Often depicted as tall, elegant beings with pointed ears, elves are associated with nature, magic, and wisdom. They are often divided into two categories: the light elves, who are associated with beauty, grace, and harmony; and the dark elves, who are associated with darkness, magic, and secrecy.

• Goblins: Mischievous creatures, goblins are often associated with underground realms. They are known for their love of treasure, their skill in crafting, and their tendency to play tricks on humans.

• Boggarts: Household spirits, boggarts can be either helpful or harmful, depending on how they are treated. They are often associated with specific objects or locations, and they can cause mischief if they are neglected or mistreated.

• Banshees: Irish female spirits, banshees are associated with death and are often heard wailing or keening to announce the impending death of a family member.

• Cat Sidhe: Celtic legend says cat siths appear as large black cats with a white spot on their chest. These mischievous faeries were said to be able to steal the souls of the deceased.

• Leanan Sidhe: Leanan Sidhe often seduce and help people with creative abilities like poets, artists, or musicians. They are gorgeous and fascinating to their lovers but entirely invisible to their lover’s friends and family.

• Spriggans: Cornish faeries, spriggans are known for their mischievous and sometimes malevolent nature.

• Kelpies: In Scottish folklore, kelpies are dangerous water creatures that can appear on land as horses. They lure human victims to ride on their backs, then carry them to their deaths.

• Red Caps: Blood soaked and bloodthirsty, red caps are among some of the most formidable faeries. They are known for their strength, agility, and violent nature.

• Mermaids: These water spirits have been linked to sorrow and destruction in modern and ancient folklore, while they can also be compassionate. When rescued or saved, they have provided the wisdom of natural remedies for deadly illnesses, lavish gifts, and storm advisories.

• Changelings: Trickster faeries, changelings are known for kidnapping human children and leaving a faerie in its place.

• Piskies: Piskies are often playful and mischievous, but they can also be helpful to those who treat them with respect.

• Knockers: Knockers are associated with mines and mining. They are often heard knocking on the walls of mines to warn miners of danger.

• Dullahan: The headless horseman of Irish folklore, these faeries can remove their own heads at a whim. Said to bring terror and catastrophe wherever they go.

• Lady of the Lake: A mysterious water faerie that guards lakes and ponds, keeping them pure and clean.

• Dryads: Dryads live in and protect trees. You can often find them chatting with their trees. Considered peaceful, unless you mean harm towards the forest.

• Gean-Canach: Their name literally translates to ‘Love Talker’ and refers to faeries known for their ability to be alluring or enchanting with their voices. They often smoke clay pipes.

• Kobolds: Kobolds (sometimes called Cobolts or Koboldts) originate from Germanic folklore and act similarly to the English Brownie. They are house faeries and can act very mischievous if forgotten.

• Selkie: Originating from Orkney and United Kingdom folklore, a Selkie is a gentle water spirit believed to live in the sea as a seal, but once on land, they fully assume human form.

• Trows: Trows are a type of Troll from the Orkney and Shetland Islands who are sometimes called Drows. Generally, all Trows kidnap humans, but they value young mothers and newborns most of all.

• Will O’ The Wisp: Sometimes known as Jack-o’-lantern, they are a type of Fae pixie believed to inhabit the marshes and bogs of England. Will O’Wisps are nature spirits that inhabit the elements of the earth. The name Will o’ the Wisp is derived from the Saxon word wile which means trickery or deceitfulness combined with the Swedish word Wisp, meaning a bundle of tinder.

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Based on a real group chat convo (I was Jingyi)

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Reminder that Brooklynn and Soyona absolutely had a breakfast together in Dubai.

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&. NOTABLE FEATURES !

this is gonna sound so extra , but I literally rave about wanda’s hair A LOT . and i, cannot stop , but also like idk if a lot of you know this , I mean I’ve yapped about it already in her appearance headcanon before and i wanna edit it rn but I’ve moved on to my phone and as soon as i thought about it i need to yap about it but literally, SO MAJOR MAJOR SHOUTOUT my love @renownedagent for capturing this because this exact frame and how her whole aura is in this is how I literally see wanda. this literally triggered me yapping about my headcanons once again for her

the way it just is so long and curly and just , flows so naturally with her suit as well when she’s in her hero fit , the way it FRAMES HER FACE AND HER CROWN PIECE , and like I’ve mentioned in my appearance hc of hers , ( which you can find in her headcanons link & more. ) it’s also truly , much like a warrior’s honour , it’s also literally like a symbol of strength and freedom in the witches world .

additionally mentioning and noting her in + associated of course with witchcraft : they do say “a witch’s power is in her long, wide hair . in the 17th century , or as so years ago if + to connect her association ( AND TO RISE TO MY OPPORTUNITY TO INCLUDE THIS AS PART OF MY WITCH VERSE FOR HER OF PART CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT ) a notable fact , is that the depiction of witches with long, flowing hair served to highlight their supposed “ wildness, freedom, and rejection of SOCIETAL EXPECTATION. ”

Symbolic Connection: Hair can represent a person's essence or energy. By using someone's hair, a witch may feel they can create a stronger connectiob to that person for spells or rituals.

BELOW IS MORE COLLECTION OF WANDA IN THE COMICS AND HER INCREDIBLE HAIR , A VERY NOTABLE FEATURE .