#her heart failed cause she went in the river

[asha-mage]

Randland World Leaders - Do they know the price of a banana apple?

Morgase Trakand - No, but she could get it in the right neighborhood if asked. Understands the economic influences that affect prices and knows roughly where Andor's sit at any given time.

Elayne Trakand - Pre world travels? Not with a gun to her head. She wouldn't give a false guess though, just avoid the question rather then admit ignorance. Post world travels she knows the prices of most common food stuffs for Andor and all of it's immediate neighbors with scary accuracy.

Rand al'Thor - Yes. One of the first things Rand does after taking over Tear is familiarize himself with tax policies and food production and grain trade. He is a farm boy at heart and has Powerful Opinions on cost of living.

Perrin Abyara - Nope. He thinks he does, but in reality he names the price of apples he paid aka, pre adventure. He knows that prices in general have gone up but if you tried to sell him an apple he would get offended when you wouldn't take the same price he paid prior to half a dozen kingdoms going to war, and the endless summer choking out trade. He wouldn't say anything though and just assume you where trying to squeeze a few coins out of him because he's dressed like some 'idiot lord'.

Faile- Yes. She knows exactly the price of apples grown in the Two Rivers and knows that it's out competing the neighboring provinces apples by a good margin. Does this have something to do with her threatening local officials to ensure they don't try to hard to compete with Two Rivers food prices? Maybe, but it's nothing Perrin can prove she did. HE dosen't know the price of apples.

Siuan Sanche - Apples? No. Fish? Yes. Siuan could tell you the price of every fish in the market at Tar Valon and what will be cheaper next month based on yields out of the south. This is not for economic reasons, it's because she still eats fish for 3 meals out of 4.

Berelain - Nope. She has economic advisers who she pays to know that. Her skill and perk points all went into Foreign Policy and Espionage, not Economics.

Alliandre - The price of apples keeps Alliandre up at night staring at her bedroom ceiling, fearing for her life. It turns out having a religious tyrant running rampart around your kingdom burning down farms and causing skyrocketing inflation by assaulting trade routes and exacting inconsistent 'tithes' on merchants will make you VERY familiar with the economic conditions of the common man. Every time the price of apples goes up a silver mark, Alliandre makes her food taster check her meals an extra time.

Tuon - Yes. Always good to know the price of local cyanide containing fruits, just in case.

Elaida - "It's an apple Alviarin? How much can it cost? 10 gold marks?"

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KXANI - pt4

summary: you have never fit in with the scientists, but on the night jake was lost in the forest so were you. staying with the people was your one true dream, yet when you are anything but welcome and jake get's to experience the people. you find yourself seeking comfort in tsu'tey

contents: 2.4k words, fem!avatar reader angst, lots of angst, reader is upset, tsu'tey is stupid, grace redemption arc, avatar 2009, tsu'tey not being as ooc LMAO

authors note: sorry it took so long y'all, ya girl has been working her ass off trying not to fail, also soz in advance for the angst. and if ur tag didn't work L idk how to fix that (i love u all) tara i see u🧍‍♀️

all parts - next part

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Jake woke from his link ready to harass you with a million questions. As the link pod opened he was already sitting up.

“Y/N! Are you going to explain why Tsu’tey was about to slit my throat cause of you?” Jake was wide-eyed and furious. He hopped himself back into his wheelchair so he could speak to you without yelling across the shuttle.

“What? What do you mean?” You were beyond confused. Tsu’tey did what? For you?

“He came up to me yelling about some shit! That I disrespected you and that I’d be better dead! Had his knife at me and everything!” Grace had walked into the commotion immediately taking action between you two yelling colleagues.

“Woah, woah, woah. Ok calm down before we lose another scientist.” She put her hands between the space between you and made space between the two of you.

“I didn’t tell Tsu’tey to do that! I have no idea why he acted like that.” Anxiety was cursing through your body as you switched between the fuming Jake and the confused Grace. Why did Tsu’tey do this? Was it to spite you? To get a rise out of Jake?

“You obviously told him something!” He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. Grace looked at you for confirmation, but you were persistently shaking your head.

“No. No! I just talked about being a scientist. That’s all.” Jake scoffed at you as Grace’s features grew even more concerned.

“Oh yeah, because the life of a scientist is totally enough to be THREATENED BY A WARRIOR. For fuck sake Y/N!” You were cowering from the man below you, you wanted to escape desperately, his fierce glares and Grace’s pained ones were all too much.

“Enough. We have research to log. Hurry up. Go!” Grace pulled Jake’s chair away as she stared at you to walk away from Jake. And that’s exactly what you did.

Rushing to the bunk bed you shared with Norm you climbed up and planted harshly onto the rough sheets. Curling yourself up into a ball, you tried to slow down your fast breathing as thoughts were rapidly entering your mind. You had to ask Tsu’tey.

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Rushing through Hometree you couldn’t find him anywhere. You had rummaged through ever crevice of the tree and you were left empty-handed.

Why would Tsu’tey do this? You understood he hated Jake, but you thought he’d at least be understanding. So why was he so adamant on ‘a dead Jakesully, is a good Jakesully.’ You had to understand his actions, you had to.

Your fast pace and concentrated look made the people give you a mountain of odd looks. You were growing frustrated, why was he nowhere to be seen?

Not being aware of your surroundings you ran headfirst into a firm body. There Neytiri stood looking down at you slightly as she tilted her head in confusion. “Why are you stomping around like a child?”

“Oh!...I’m looking for Tsu’tey, have you seen him?” Neytiri scanned the room before her eyes went back to you.

“I believe he’s at the river, not in his best mood.” Frowning at her comment, you wondered what had upset him so much.

“Thankyou.” Bowing at her before you started rushing through the forest. You didn’t intend on running there but it just seemed to occur as your breath grew shaky and your heart beat faster.

You had now learnt your way through the forest. The endless vegetation no longer taking you for a loop. Now you knew exactly how to get to the man you demanded answers from.

There he sat at the edge of the riverbed. He was calm, peaceful. He stared up into the sky letting out a relaxed sigh.

Watching silently a seed of the tree of souls landed on his shoulder, he watched as it flew in front of him turning his gaze into the direction of you, a frown growing on his face.

“Why are you here? Go back.” He flicked his hand as his voice rumbled, he sounded angry, it wasn’t like you heard before though, it was directly at you.  

“I need to talk to you. I was looking everywhere” Your breath still shaky as you panted out your words etching closer to him. He grimaced at your state as he contemplated his response.

“You shouldn’t have.” It was sharp and hurtful. He meant to say it like that, but watching the way your relieved expression faltered into a hurt one pained him.

“Well…you shouldn’t have threatened Jake.” You didn’t imagine you would ever step up to the tall man in front of you. But recently you felt as if he was someone you could share your concerns with, even those concerning him.

“Who are you to question my actions demon.” His lanky arms crossed against his toned body as his stature grew taller. His presence becoming more intimidating as his nostrils flared in anger.

“You upset him Tsu’tey! And you upset me.” He faltered at your words, it was a split second your saw guilt in his eyes before it flashed away again. You had never seen him so upset, he was growing more and more irritated by the second. It felt as if you were getting whiplash compared to his affection towards you yesterday.

“Why should I care what a demon feels?” He felt pained, and so did you. His words were growing harsher as was his glare. You started to back away from him, regretting ever opening your mouth.

“Well… I thought that you might of cared about me.” It was a quiet confession. One that as soon as you let it out you wanted to take it back immediately. To Tsu’tey it felt like a blade stabbing him in his heart as it escaped your mouth. His harsh glare faltered once again as he blinked rapidly. He did care. Eywa, he cared so fucking much. That’s why he was doing this. He can’t let his heart overrule his mind.

“And why would I think that? You are a demon. Bringing nothing but destruction and death.” You felt yourself shrinking as you watched him etch closer and closer to you.

“then why did you go after Jake then? If you don’t care about me!” It felt as if your heart was a pane of glass that was smashed against the floor.

He had no excuse for his behaviour towards Jake. He was angry, he was angry at Jake for treating you badly. He took your words and used them as a weapon towards Jake. He was angry because he cared about you.

“Such a demon thing to think the world revolves around you!” His voice was booming, he was seeing red but not with anger, it was his heart bleeding. “Go back. You don’t belong here.”

He saw it on your face. The slow blink to get rid of your tears. The shake in your chest and the way your swallowed any words you might of retaliated back. He saw the way you looked at him with betrayal.

“What was yesterday then?” Your voice cracked as you stared up at the stone faced man.

“A mistake.” Your lips quivered as you sucked your cheeks. He felt that familiar pang, but it wasn’t a pang anymore. It was a thrash.

He watched you turn with such speed that you almost toppled over. He watched you leave as fast as you came. He heard your sobs rack through the forest as you walked further and further away.

Soon they were washed away by the sound of rain pouring down. A sound he would usually cherish as it calmed him. But it no longer felt calming, it was deafening.

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Running back to Hometree you were tear-stricken. Your throat ached and so did your heart. You knew it was rich of you to assume he enjoyed your company, but it felt so nice to be appreciated.

Your disarray brought on the stares of hundreds including Grace’s. While she may have not been the kindest to you and she was aware of that. She was also aware how she underestimated you and dismissed you as your contributions were nothing compared to Jake’s. Yet, this morning she realised just how much she had underestimated you. You had cracked open the shell of Tsu’tey and she respected you for it.

So, when she saw you dishevelled, she couldn’t deny her concern.

“Y/N? What the hell happened?” Her fingers gripped onto your shoulder to bring you back down.

“Nothing. I just…I am alright.” She gave you the look.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“NO! No. Please just let me go.” Grace sighed giving you a pat on the back.

“C’mon kid, somethings bothering you.”

“Why would you care? You never did before?” Grace knew this was coming. She knew that she also deserved it.

“You’re crying. That’s why.” You scoffed at her, swatting her hand off you.

“I don’t need your pity. I just wanted your acknowledgement. And…the one person who was giving me that, has decided it was a mistake. So, I’d just appreciate if you don’t make that ‘mistake’ either.”

“Are you talking about Tsu’tey?” Grace was growing more concerned, she didn’t even realise the two of you had developed a special bond.  

“I’ll see you in the lab, Dr. Augustine.” You spat at her, venom dripping off your tongue as you rushed off in the same direction you came, apologising to the people you had barged into in your fit of despair.

What had you done to deserve this? Were you truly unworthy of friendship? Were you imagining all those moments with Tsu’tey. The intimate silences, the small touches, the deep conversations and the concern he had for you. Where had they gone? Did he hit his head the night before?

Or maybe it was just as he said. You were a parasite. Maybe he never felt any of those things, you just took them from him. Was this all that you were? A parasite in a fake body.

But this body was most dear to you. You felt so connected to the people and the nature. What if it was just to Tsu’tey. Had you been greedy? Been like every other sky-person and taken this worlds beauty for your own benefit.

Tears fell as you were consumed by your thoughts. You were so conflicted. How did you belong nowhere? Not with humans, not with Na’vi and not with anyone.

Disrupted from your thoughts you heard two voices in the distance. Rushing to hide up in a tree you saw the bodies of the voices.  

There was Jake and Neytiri, walking close together, talking as they planned there hunt. You watched the way they grazed upon each other. The way they would look at each other so lovingly, sharing giggles and touches. Waves of jealously crashed upon you.  

You watched them both and couldn’t help but imagine it was you and Tsu’tey. That it was you two sharing glances and loving touches.  

Your heart ached as you continued to watch them from afar. Your throat was tight the more they bonded, the more they loved. The ache in your heart was strong, the sting in your eyes was harsh as your fists were clenched.

At one point your feelings overtook you, because you were no longer fixated on the couple in front of you but the quiet words that left Neytiri’s mouth. “A clean kill…you are ready.”  

You watched the two share a look, a look of knowing and a look of accomplishment. You couldn’t help but feel your chest thrash, he was ready?

Jake was becoming Omaticaya while you are being thrown out by the future Olo’eyktan. This wasn’t fair! This wasn’t right! Your mind was foggy, and your heart stung. You had to leave. You couldn’t stay watching him succeeded right in front of you.

Leaving quietly, you returned to Hometree to lay in your hammock. You had enough of this day, it was best if you could just end it now.

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Tsu’tey laid in his hammock wide awake. The ache in his heart hadn’t gone way like he thought it would. He couldn’t love a demon, what would that make him? A traitor to his kind.

But the way you smiled, the way you cheered at the most minute things, the way you continued to love everything about him while he gave you nothing in return. He didn’t deserve the kindness you had bestowed upon him.

He longed for you. He longed to hold you and tell you he was sorry. That he confronted Jake because he was angry for you. That it was never a mistake, he loved every minute with you.

He wanted you so badly that it ached. That his heart felt bruised in your absence. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but think of your soft fingers wrapped around his torso. He couldn’t help but dream of that flight with you. He couldn’t help but mourn that it was the last time he’d ever feel your touch, or feel your love.

It was his own doing. He pushed you away. But he craved your touch and he craved your smile. He craved every single part of you, but he can’t have you.

He can’t feel this way. He is not allowed to feel this way. He has a mate, he has a duty, and he has people to serve. A demon can’t take that from him no matter how much he wanted that demon.

The sobs of your broken heart rung in his ears as he tried to fall asleep, but they didn’t escape him. He just wanted to forget this. Forget you.

He knew that you were hurting. He knew that the sky-people also hurt you just like they hurt him. He knew that he hurt you too.

 He knew that you longed to be a Omaticaya, that you wanted nothing more to be able to provide and be useful.

He could see it in the way you paid attention to every syllable that exited his mouth. It was admirable how much you wanted to provide. He saw himself in you the way you wanted to serve. It made him recoil in on himself.

To be similar to a demon like you. But you weren’t a demon. Eywa, you were a beauty, a kind soul, the purest of spirits. You reminded him of a sacred seed. But you couldn’t be, and you would never be.

You weren’t Navi, you weren’t one of the people. You never could be with the way he wanted you.

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[keter-kan]

Okay!! I've been working on something for a really long time with some oc's that are near and dear to my heart ♡ I've gotten quite a bit already written, a bit less edited. I'm thinking of doing some more in-depth posts about the characters and their lore, if anyone would be interested! Possible first chapter post tomorrow?

Also, you're not allowed to make fun of me for the shit formatting of this post. I'll figure it out eventually, I swear.

tw: heavy mentions of sa, p*dophelia, abuse, death, murder

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Broken Legends

Prologue

Leandra’s father abused her as a child, but everyone could see that clear as day. The people knew of the king’s predilection for little girls, but none seemed to care enough to do much about it. Either that, or their fear was too great to intervene. Blood right, birth right, sovereign right, whatever they wanted to use as an excuse for the deranged, disgusting behavior of the man whose father’s father staked his claim on the coastal kingdom of Aphoreum.

He never touched his son; little boys weren’t his taste. He rarely touched his wife—may her soul flow freely—but she certainly seemed to keep him in line. Until her death, there was a restraint to him that withered away as she did; rotting and leaving a smell no one could erase from his soul.

Queen Imogen died under seemingly un-mysterious circumstances. She didn’t fall suddenly ill after a lifetime of health, she didn’t claim abuse, and she certainly didn’t suspect that someone quite close to her could be the cause of her failing body. Everyone mourned for the appropriate period of time.

Everyone except the children, of course. They still find themselves mourning the idea of a mother they could barely remember. To Leandra, her mother was strong and wise, the way a woman should be. To her older brother, Callum, there was the abandonment of the only woman who would unconditionally love him. She chose to remember a legacy, while he was bound to the anger he felt towards the undeserving dead.

The first child, the original heir, was sickly; an affliction seen often in the more recent royal blood. Really, though, the only difference from the royal blood and that of all peasants was its incestuous nature. That was something the Terrance Reign brought back to the royal line after nearly a century of free marriages.

Heir to Aphoreum, Prince Terance VIII, died peacefully in his sleep on the night of his tenth birthday. Those who said his mother killed him to give him a better life soon found their heads in burlap sacks, so not many say that anymore. It was soon after Terance was dead that their mother went to join him.

Callum was named the successor to the throne just a day after his mother’s funeral. After the grand ceremony, as the succession of High Councilors and Noblemen kissed the stones at Callum’s feet, Leandra’s father took her away where no one would see for the first time.

From that moment forward, Leandra had a new understanding of her place in the palace. While her brother grew up to become the king he wasn’t meant to be, her father taught her what being a woman of royal blood really meant: when her brother left on his journey to become a man, she would go with him and ensure pure heirs.

Aphoreum’s soul was born of the blood shed by those who fought and killed the demons plaguing the land. Countless villages were saved, small kingdoms sprouting throughout. As men pushed forward, demons fled back to the oceans, leaving Aphoreum to be conquered by whoever was left. At least, this is what was taught to the people.

There are thousands of dusty and cracked scrolls of parchment scattered throughout all cities and towns in Aphoreum containing the history of the land; how the Gods rewarded us with lush fields and bountiful rivers for banishing all of their enemies to the sea. That is, to this day, where they are said to dwell.

Things started crumbling at the end of Aphoreum’s War, started by none other than Terrance the First. It took five generations, yet they reigned victorious. For the first time since anyone could remember, the entirety of Aphoreum was ruled under one king. None of the other prior kingdoms were proud of that. With their previous rulers executed during the Reckoning—the day Aphoreum’s War was officially won—they fell into disarray. Villages plundered, women sold to richer men, entire ways of life decimated under the fist of a barbarian king. For King Terrance VII, the duty to uphold total power over all of Aphoreum was a goal only completed by the iron fist of his forebearers. He held to the pride of men who fought for honor while he sat upon his plush throne.

Leandra was literate thanks to an old wetnurse that her father had killed when she was eleven. Once she was no longer needed to feed Leandra’s bastard half siblings, she was sent with the Wind. After that, the only person ever present in Leandra’s life was High Councilor Jonas, a man who never touched her unless to pat the top of her head. He taught her of Natural Chaos and what tarnishes the soul, but he also taught her that there are good odds and ends in the world, too. She just had to look very hard to see them.

Jonas was the sole educator of both Leandra and Callum, but also their father before them. He was a truce sent from the church to Terrance VI, begging him to forgive them for not modifying their scripture the first time he asked. After Grandpa Terrance killed the High Priest residing in the palace chapel, they changed their tune. Jonas, however, understood the weight of the duty he’d been assigned. To teach the young is to mold the innocent in whatever way you see fit. But not every child is as easily molded. Terrance was a child full of hate, instilled in him by his own violent father. Callum seemed to be taking after his father in more ways than one, although Jonas continued every day to try to stray him from that path. Leandra, however, was different.

Before being sent to the palace, Jonas’s congregation of High Councilors—beknown to him or not—swore upon themselves that they would right the wrongs of the Natural Chaos afflicting the royal blood, whether that be by violence or sacrifice or any other means necessary. This was a promise the church sat upon for far too many generations to count if it hadn’t been for the numerals after each king’s name. But they had to bide their time. They had to bend their rules, change their faith, modify their scripture, all to appease the man they planned to overthrow. Another mighty aspect of the Terrance Reign was the slow and steady separation of the church from the crown, an unspoken duty bestowed to each heir as the generations passed.

It was through Jonas that Leandra learned of the world, the scrolls of scripture being her main escape, but not the modified texts of the Terrance Reign. Jonas was molding Leandra to be the savior Aphoreum needed, and this was the beginning.

Leandra would read the stories of the Gods who seemingly abandoned her. She found solace there, between the pages of their legends. The comfort of long forgotten rules set by wrongly worshipped Gods was the only kind of comfort she could afford.

Terrance was of a breed of man who more closely resembled their primal counterparts: feasting, fucking, and fighting. Not much else crossed his mind.

There are those who know better, despite class or background or who sits upon Aphoreum’s throne. But the rage projected by King Terrance found a home in the hearts of his men, creating a society of violence. There were few pockets throughout the kingdom where none could be found, most of which were under attack by those taking after their king.

On the day Callum turned twenty he found himself embarking on just such a conquest, yet one of a much different scale. A Wandering is any man’s rite of passage, giving him a year to stake his claim away from his family someplace else amongst the Waters and Winds. If they never returned after a year’s time, they weren’t ever meant to be a man. With Callum, however, his Wandering was an expedition into the known world with an army at his back and a ship full of wine. As were the odds of all those who could afford it, he would likely return more of a man than those without the gold in their pockets.

It was a simple plan with a grandiose design, allowing a full year of celebration for the future king of Aphoreum. Ships made of the finest timber harvested from the southern coasts, casks of wines and spirits shipped from around Aphoreum, clothes and finery made by request for his highness. With him would go his soon-to-be wife, Leandra.

The relationship Leandra shared with her brother wasn’t one of solidarity. He was to be his father’s spawn as Leandra was to be an instrument in his success. The moments of torture and humiliation caused by her father were in preparation to be used by the future king. Knowing this, she harbored many emotions for him, none of which she understood. She knew he was tainted the same way their father was before him, and their children would be after them, and she prayed that something—anything—could steer her fate in any other direction, for she knew his never would be.

When Jonas approached her after class, crumpled parchment in a High Councilor’s shaking hands, she took it without question. She looked in his eyes and saw the pain he felt, the longing for the Gods to make the world what it once again should be.

When she unfurled the note, she needed no further explanation than what was found there. Stained with the sweat of her mentor’s hands, four simple words bleeding into the page; Jump. You’ll know when.

The final weeks leading to her brother’s Wandering were full of tension. Leandra unfurled the parchment in her hands night after night, feeling the scratches of ink fade away as she rubbed it between her fingers.

Jump.

She could barely contain her excitement. She was going to weasel her way out of the chain of command. The only man who ever truly understood her the way the Gods intended had devised a plan for her to escape.

You’ll know when.

Stiff in her seat at the Grand Table, Leandra watched her plate as the men feasted around her. Tomorrow morning the Wandering would begin, and as the fleet of Aphoreum’s ships left the harbor, she would have to be ready to flee at any moment. She knew what Jonas meant about knowing when: she needed to wait for a message from the Gods. She would pray and worship and fast and deny herself the pleasures of life to prepare herself for the message she knew the Gods would give her. She would be ready.

When the sun rose over the harbor the following morning, Leandra was at peace for the first time since she was last held by her mother. She felt as though there was finally a real purpose to her plight in life and that she would be able to break the mold that her many greats-grandfather had created here. She felt as though she—alone—could crumble the system built by generations of the world’s most appalling men.

They set sail on a glorious day. Callum made a speech just after King Terrance, pushing the entire kingdom into a week-long celebration. Bottles broken, oars heaved, sails unfurled, and they were out of the mouth of harbor in just a few hours’ time.

For the first week of their voyage, Leandra didn’t speak with Callum. Not that he had much to say to her, anyway, besides the remarks of needing to secure an heir before the year’s end. Every night he’d mention it, and every night she’d comply, silently awaiting the sign promised her.

After that first week, Leandra grew a bit restless. And the week that followed that one made her even worse. The further they traveled from Aphoreum, the more the bruises left by her father healed, the more Leandra thought that there wouldn’t be a message, or maybe she had missed it… She started toying with the idea of living a life with her brother and what that could entail for her. She couldn’t stomach the thought of living in a world that her Gods had forsaken, but if she could make her brother see things the way Jonas had intended, maybe there could be a change.

When she finally spoke to her brother, she asked him if he’d care to know her, because, really, they just knew so little of each other.

He said he very much would. He was strong, but he was nervous. He couldn’t ever rule the way his father intended, but he wanted to try.

She said she could help him, if he’d let her.

They were children. What little they could have learned through life was filtered through their father’s vision. But he wasn’t here with them now.

The storm hit just three days from where they would dock. As the rain pelted the decks of the ships and the waves swelled, Callum’s men remained calm. They knew how to work a ship in a storm. For a while, everything remained intact. The fleet, the men, even Leandra.

But the storm became something else. After countless hours of toiling under the whip of rain and wind, the air started to become heavy with the stench of something bigger. As the waves turned from rolling hills to staggering cliffs and the raindrops into daggers, the men started to lose themselves.

The young ones jumped first. Callum was called from his cabin, forced to peel Leandra from his side. As she huddled amongst the furs adorning the mattress, Callum entered into a scene from the pits of the Gods’ hatred.

He was met with a force of nature never defeated by any king. As the ship was flung from one wave to the next, Callum’s men were dropping to their knees and scraping themselves towards the rails, throwing themselves into the raging sea. As he inched over the deck, grabbing the rigging and buckets dropped by his men, he saw a look on their faces that reminded him of his mother’s corpse in her ornate casket; there was no soul within them. Not anymore.

Screams were swallowed by the waves and the winds, words lost and breath wasted. As Callum pleaded with his mean until his throat was bloody and cracked, it overtook him.

She was calling to him. No, no…

Singing.

It was subtle at first, a slow drone playing at the base of his skull, humming away as he grabbed at his men bent on suicide. The more he pleaded, the harder his skull thrummed, filling his head with a desire unknown to man. As the irritation started to spread and his screaming and howling continued to fail, the soft beads of sound started to poke pin-pricks in the humming, driving Callum to gasp and shake with momentary relief before again being swallowed by the desperation. As another wave threw the ship far off course and doused the men in water colder than ice, he broke.

“Mother?”

She was there. Her golden hair cascading down her shoulders, her naked form hovering above the railing of the ship, situated the way a God would be. When Callum locked eyes with her, he felt that she was truly there, waiting for him to reach her.

She called to him, sang to him, cooed over the man he had become. Tears mixed with the rain and sea as they poured down Callum’s cheeks. He slowly made his way towards her.

Leandra emerged from the cabin as the thrumming started to overtake her. Her shift whipping in the wind and her hair matted to her head from the rain, she saw the horrors on deck.

The Gods had sent their message.

Tears brimmed in her eyes, too, but they didn’t get the chance to meet the wood of the ship. Leandra trusted her Gods. She trusted Jonas.

She jumped.

There was no sound as she hit the water. There was no cold embrace of the ocean, no being swallowed by the waves. She let herself be taken fully, succumbing to her fate.

Although she wasn’t expecting pleasure, nor was she expecting the pain.

Hands grabbed at the shift plastered to her skin, ripping it from her body in mere seconds. As the thrumming ceased in the back of her skull, she was taken in a way no one had taken her before. Not the man slaves who lurked after her in the palace, not her brother who she grew to love, not even her father, who defiled her in a way no other living thing could.

While her soul was ripped apart, shredded down to the sand that littered the ocean floor, she knew her Gods had forsaken her.

-

Leandra had no recollection of returning home. One moment she was suffering the pain of all the Natural Chaos, and the next she was dragging herself across the wharf, blood trailing in her wake. The moon was full.

Jonas found her and took her back to her father at the palace.

Her skin was burnt, her hair missing in chunks. Her bones poked through her skin like they wanted to free themselves from its cage. Her eyes drooped in their sunken sockets, unable to comprehend the world around her. She cried her story to Jonas, who begged her father to let a healer see her, even just one from the church. He refused.

For Leandra was with child, and heavily so. Her body, slowly failing her, was feeding something inside of her that wasn’t human.

She was pregnant when Jonas lifted her from the harbor, but the progression of her state was faster than it should’ve been; her stomach bruising and aching and protruding more every day. Her bones became brittle, her legs sitting at crooked angles and her neck unable to support the weight of her head. Upon the next full moon, when the tides were high, Leandra called for Jonas with what little strength she had left.

He leaned down to her ear, her breath almost too light to decipher the words.

“Please,” she whimpered, “don’t let him kill my daughter.”

That night, as her screams of labor began, Jonas pleaded once again with the king. Terrance, with a glare in his eye, allowed for a wetnurse from the palace chapel. He wouldn’t permit anyone besides himself and Jonas in the chambers, let alone a practiced healer. The nurse was the most she would get.

When she arrived, the horror that overcame her hit a part of her soul that hadn’t ever been touched before. The king demanded death to the child upon delivery, bolting the door behind them as he left.

When Jonas asked her to defy him, her soul said yes, as the woman had done for him many times before.

She died without seeing the full moon that night. As her child took their first breath, Leandra took her last.

Her child was a beautiful monster. A writhing mass of body, shifting in form while the wetnurse clung to his mottled skin. Within a moment, the child opened his eyes, and ceased being a monster. He was a baby, covered in his mother’s blood, eyes peering into those of the woman who held him.

When the king asked for proof of the death of the monster upon the following morn, Jonas provided a mangled piglet’s corpse. The wetnurse, covered in cattle entrails, told Terrance it took more work than she’d have thought to kill such a small beast. He was satisfied.

Leandra’s body was burned in the kitchen fires by Jonas’s hand, as Terrance commanded. There would be no funeral. There would be no knowledge of the children who failed at their Wandering. That would be the end of their stories. Terrance would find a concubine to produce a legitimate heir amongst the few cousins he had left. Aphoreum would live on.

But so did Leandra’s child, deep in a forest untouched by man, left in the hands of powerful women that the Gods would grow to fear.

[lively-potter]

— moon struck ; part 7

— genre ; strangers to friends to lovers, kinda grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst, smut, angst with a happy ending 🥹

— warnings ; body insecurities ( mentioned ), eating disorder ( mentioned ), oc deals with a severe amount of anxiety and panic attacks, violence, smut ( later ), FLUFF, love struck jungkookie 🥹

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— word count ; 2.4k

— intro , part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

— 2024 © LivelyPotter all rights reserved

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

river's pov ; three pm

My stomach grumbled lowly, but I paid it no mind.

Instead, I turned my awe filled eyes down to a sleeping Moon – who decided to make my boobs her pillow.

Sang smiled softly at me and layed her head on my shoulder. "Brandon's planning on stopping by and staying with you while I'm gone helping Corey and Raven with an assignment."

"So he'll be staying with me for pickup?' relief relaxed my body. With Brandon here, I knew I wouldn't be as terrified as I would be if I was alone. My brother is one of the only people who who really calm me down and give me strength when I felt like I was failing ( but where Jungkook was concerned, I definitely was ).

Sang giggled, "He will. So you won't have to face Jungkook alone."

I tightened my hold on Moon, just holding the adorable baby just a little bit closer to me. Her little lips smacked sleepily when she nuzzled against my boobs.

I shook my head in amusement. Adorable baby.

"Yeah." That was totally true.

A flush decorated my cheeks when my mind went back to the dream I had. And hours before that; when my hands got burned.

Speaking of burned hands, the blisters had gotten way better after Sean stopped by the house this morning and applied some ointment onto my hands and wrapped them. According to him, I could take the bandages off tonight – but as of right now, I needed to let the ointment sink into my skin.

Gently rocking Moon back and forth, my thumb rubbed over her little rosy cheek in awe, completely in love with this adorable, sweet baby.

I hummed lowly, hugging her against my chest.

Sang watched the scene in front of her with a large sweet smile and took a seat beside me on the beanbag.

"So...has he texted you anymore?"

You just had to go there, didn't you?

I avoided her eyes, feeling my cheeks head, and decided to give my attention to Moon.

"Uh, yeah." I admitted, a shy grin coming over my lip – hiding from her. "A little bit."

"Like what?" her tone was teasing.

"...well he said it was okay that I replied a day or so late...and he apologized again for the whole oven incident even though it wasn't his fault." I explained, "It was mine. I wasn't paying attention when I should have and stupidly grabbed the freaking pan with my bare hands."

"Maybe he just wants to keep the conversation going," she said, "We all know he likes you–seems very interested—"

"River doesn't need all that in her life, sweetie." Brandon made his appearance. I sucked in a sharp breath, holding Moon tighter against me as my heart thumped crazily. She shifted a little in my arms, but otherwise remained unbothered.

"Shit!" Sang clutched her heart with widened eyes, "Where did you come from?" she asked her boyfriend. Brandon grinned and dropped a brown paper bag on the low table in front of me.

"Eat, Riv." he pointed to me, cerulean blue eyes drifting towards Sang. "I walked through the door. You just didn't notice me come in." he snickered, dropping a kiss on her lips.

While they greeted one another, I couldn't help but think over his words. River doesn't need all that in her life. He can't decide for me. Annoyance burned my insides causing me to glare at my brother out of the corner of my eye.

I held onto Moon gently, protectively, shielding her from my brother's eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" I couldn't help but snap – the anger in my voice couldn't be ignored.

Bradon and Sang's head swiveled in my direction, eyes widened at my anger. I glared at my brother, warning him to spew even more shit.

Brandon opened and closed his mouth, searching for something today. Meanwhile Sang moved to stand behind him, rifling through some paperwork, hiding a pleased smirk. I knew she was listening closer than Brandon thought she was.

Just who did he think he was?

Don't get me wrong – I loved my brother and I'm grateful for all he's done to me. But he doesn't get to control my life. He doesn't get to decide what's bad or good for me without my consent.

"Well?" I insisted, eyes squinting, prodding at him to say something.

Brandon sighed heavily and leveled me with stern glare. "I'm only looking out for you, River." he said, peeking down at the child in my arms. "You're almost twenty years old – young, you have an entire beautiful life ahead of you...and Jungkook...well..." he hesitated for a slight moment.

I nodded at him to continue, my anger not leaving but rising.

"The man is twenty-six years old. He's divorced and has a baby, River. He's basically already went through life, if you really think about it — marriage, kids, collage — you name it — he's probably experienced it. And if you ever decided to be in a relationship with him, you'll always be fifth in line to him, River. He's got his daughter to think of, his family, his job, and his ex-fucking-wife. Do you want to got through life knowing you'll always be fifth to him?"

Emotion clogged my throat.

Fifth.

That hurt. Way more than it should – especially if it was Brandon saying it.

Yeah. Jungkook didn't really need to add me and my problems in his life at this point. I wouldn't be any good for Jungkook, anyway. He's way too good for someone like me.

My brother's face crumbled in sadness, knowing that his words hurt. By now, Sang watched me over Brandon's shoulder sadly, her usual happy eyes dimming. My eyes slightly glossed over and before I could lost even more control over my emotions, I turned my face downwards and watched Moon.

Fifth.

"...I'm sorry, Pixie." Brandon spoke sadly, "It's just–you're my little sister...and I want you to be happy...and I...I don't want you to be fifth to anyone. Ever. You deserve to be loved, cherished, thought of constantly...and you deserve a fresh start in life. Where you can meet someone, fall in love, get married – and hell, even have babies of your own. Your own family." he said, patting the top of my head, eyes watching me closely. "I just don't want you regretting anything years later without thinking everything through."

I nodded quietly.

"Yeah." I forced out, making my eyes never waver from Moon's face. I sought comfort in her cuddles and in her presence while the air between my brother and I grew stifling.

But, as I sat there, in my own world, the insecure thoughts that constantly plagued me for most of my life broke out from the box I had shut them in years ago.

The feelings of those emotions and thoughts was overwhelming, and every limb shook.

It was even harder to breathe than normal.

I sucked in lungfuls of air slowly, to not arouse suspicion in my brother and anchored myself to Moon to grasp ahold of myself.

river's pov ; five pm

Two hours passed by slowly.

And I was sinking further into myself, allowing those same emotions that tore me down, time and time again, chip away at the shields I used to protect myself.

I was in a daze – hardly becoming alert to anything.

Even Jungkook.

My eyes were blank from emotion when he walked inside with a bright grin and a happy disposition, finding me instantly. I silently handed him a happy Moon and walked away to pack her bag.

His smile dimmed and his eyes grew confused at my odd actions.

Brandon followed after me closely, hardly allowing me personal space as he spoke calming words into my ears. I was close to wanting to shut down and blank out for a while.

Jungkook watched me closely, his chunky combat boots thumping heavily on the ground when I hugged Brandon in thanks, Moon's backpack in my hand, before resuming my stride to him.

"So, uh, how was she?" Jungkook scratched at the back of his neck, sending me a shy smile, boba eyes gleaming when I focused my attention on him.

I forced a tiny smile and avoided his eyes, feeling agony flare inside my heart.

Why did this hurt so bad? I wasn't fully sure if I really really liked him. But now I would have to let him go and move on with my life.

Isn't this happening too fast and not crash down on me so suddenly?

"She was perfect." I ground out, wanting nothing more to cuddle into his waist, like Moon, and sob. Even though I avoided him like the plague, I still knew more than I ought to about him, so I knew that he was good at comforting people. And he was warm. So warm. Maybe it would melt away the ice that seemed to make my limbs grow stiff and cold. "...As always."

Anyone could detect the hidden sadness in my voice.

Why was I acting like this in front of him? I didn't want to.

Stupid heart. Stupid emotions. Stupid me.

Jungkook hoisted his little daughter further up his chest and watched me, perfectly dark arched brow drawing together, silver piercing catching the light. His pink lips parted, licking at the double hoops threaded through his lips and gulped slightly.

"What's wrong, River?" he asked softly, voice growing quieter when he took a step closer to me, the toes of his shoes softly touching mine. His tattooed hand carefully reached out and stopped inches from my own, hesitating.

Oh god.

With him watching me with such a soft look in his eyes, the feelings I tried so hard to mask, to hide, to disappear, came upon me in less than a second. They hit me harder than I could have ever imagined – and I stumbled back, fingers tingling with the effort to not reach out and brush my hand along his.

All I could seem to think about was him. Him. Him. Him. Him.

I sucked in a sharp breath, tears stinging my eyes as another thought hit me.

Brandon's words.

My own insecurities.

I was fooling myself into thinking–...nevermind.

I would be nothing but a burden to him – he's got enough to worry about.

Wouldn't be good for him.

No.

No.

No.

"I'm fine." I whispered weakly.

I'm not. I'm really not. Just hold me and make me forget everything.

Please.

It hurts.

It became harder to breathe. My lungs expanded to gulp down more air, but it was a futile effort. My knees shook underneath my weight.

If I didn't get out of here soon, I'd fall.

Everything I'd been trying so hard to push away, came crashing down the moment I was in his presence, walls down for the first time in years. Brandon's words damaged them...I was weak, healing, in the process of rebuilding...and then he came in.

And tore them down. Completely.

I was vulnerable.

My eyes met his in a silent plead.

I just wanted to go home and cuddle with Kingston.

Hold me. Make me forget. It hurts.

"River?" His strong, gentle voice made me break even more. It took every ounce of strength inside my body not to crumble. "Nae Sarang, what's the matter?"

I cried a little more on the inside.

Moon sleepily nuzzled into Jungkook neck's and cutely tugged on the multiple earrings in his ears, momentarily taking his attention. "Shhh, baby, just a moment." he cooed to his baby, nuzzling his nose with hers, worry still apparent in his eyes when he turned his eyes to me.

My limbs grew colder. I was reminded. I shouldn't bring him into my problems. He didn't deserve that. He's got sweet little Moon and his own life to worry about. Fifth. Fifth. Fifth.

Despite the agony within my heart and in my soul, I blinked away the tears.

"I have to close in a few minutes." my voice didn't sound like my own. It was detached and just plain sad.

And even he noticed.

His doe eyes grew panicked and he slowly nodded, "...oh...okay." he let out, body towering over mine. I could still feel him peeking down at me shyly as I died just a little more on the inside.

He licked his lips again and swallowed, big hand falling onto Moon's back, rubbing her little shoulders gently. Looking like he was thinking of what to say, I backed away.

I have to get out of here. Away from him. Gain control of myself.

Jungkook took a step after me, and although he looked shy – which contrasted to his appearance – he looked determined.

"No." he spoke firmly, yet gentle, "You're not fine, Nae Sarang." I gulped as the tears stung my eyes once more. Jungkook saw my eyes glaze over and stopped. His stern expression crumbled, and now he only looked worried.

"How about you come with Moon and I...to the italian restaurant and we'll talk, yeah?"

My head bowed as a tear fled my eye and dropped onto the top of his shiny black combat boot. A sniffle left my nose, and i berated myself for it.

"...I..." it was going to hurt saying this. "I...can't." I shook my head and turned around so my back faced him. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

I couldn't stand to be in this room any longer.

I ran out of the room, baspassing my distressed brother, and hightailed it to the bathroom at the back of the building.

My body shook with the effort.

I sobbed quietly into my hands and slid to the ground, unable to hold myself up any longer. My heart beat unnaturally fast – too fast.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and fought to catch my breath.

The tears just wouldn't stop flowing.

My arms and legs trembled violently in my grip, and I felt like I was losing myself.

In the throes of my misfortune, familiar arms wound around me and cradled my face.

"Shhh, River." cerculean blue eyes gazed into my own – only theirs were more panicked than mine was.

"Breathe, Riv – you gotta breathe."

"Brandon." his name left my mouth in a shallow gasp. I clutched onto his shirt and let him ground me for the time being. "Brandon." I sniffled, severely out of breath.

I laid against him, entirely exhausted by everything.

Brandon picked up my limp body and carried me outside while I watched the sky darken with only one thought on my mind.

My eyes were now opened.

author's note ; ✨

🥲

[writing-fanics]

Hello there! I'm not used to making these, but I have a Vash x female plant reader request if it's not too much trouble, and should you ever have the time.

So, the female reader is also a plant, but she can purify water and grow vegetation, at the cost of her own energy. She has the tentacle things Knives does, but they are soft and not meant for attacks or defense.

She lives in a small paradise in the desert, one she has slowly grown and cultivated over the years, filling it with lush vegetation and flowing pure waters. Several people have moved there, and they ask a lot of her daily, but she just wants to help people, so she doesn't really mind, so long as visitors and people looking to live there don't cause trouble or harm.

I'd love to see Vash discovering this little paradise in the desert, meeting female plant readers, realizing she's a plant and seeing how she interacts with her precious humans, and maybe even protecting her from some cruel raiders who seek to capture her and use her abilities for their own selfish gain?

She's not very good at attacking or defending herself, unfortunately, as she lacks the biological combat-related advantages Vash and Knives possess, but she's sweet and soft-spoken and is immediately fond of Vash.

Vash the Stampede x Fem!Reader

desert flower in paradise

Many people of the planet Gunsmoke, have heard of the little patch of paradise somewhere in the middle of nowhere in the desert. A place where vegetation is flourishing and bountiful. Flowers as far as the eye could see and trees that reached the sky. Small creeks and rivers flowed through the small oasis their waters so crystal clear, that you could see the bottom.

Many have tried and searched for the small paradise and failed. Or the few that went off to find such paradise. Never returned, being so enchanted by how such life could flourish without the help of a plant. they chose to stay among the few people who’ve settled.

Legend also speaks of a beautiful young lady, and some think of her as a goddess. Life blossomed where ever she walked wild flowers and grass blossomed, where ever she stepped. Patches of dead grass regained its bright color whenever she walked nearby.

[Y/n], an independent, had created this patch of paradise. What was once a small patch of grass and flourished and cultivated into a small community. She created allowing humans to move in whenever they wished, and only turning away the ones. Who she saw might cause harm or trouble. Two of the many things not allowed in the paradise.

“Ms. Y/n!” She turned towards the person calling out her name. She smiled, looking at the human before her he ran towards the woman.

“I’m sorry, but I need you miss. My crops they’re sick.” The farmer said, and she nodded smiling wanting to help. The farmer smiled, as he lead her towards his house.

She frowned, seeing the sick crops her heart ached for the plants. Closing her eyes and focusing her energy on the plants. A tentacle appeared on her back and it lunged towards the plants. Plunging itself into the dirt and pulsating, vines wrapped around her arm as she focused her energy on the plants.

Sweat ran down the side of her forehead, as she whispered faster as the plants regained their color. The tentacle disappeared and the vines as well, she fell to her knees bags forming underneath her eyes.

Catching her breath she smiled turning towards the farmer, “There, your crops are nice and health and will bring you and this community bountiful amounts of food.” He smiled, thanking her for her help and she grinned.

She loved helping the humans, and making sure they had everything they needed. She loved them with all her heart and would do anything for them.

[Y/n] closed her eyes, as she laid in a field filled with a plethora of different types of flowers, both species and colors. She laid in the very middle surrounded by red geraniums. Relaxing in the serene and peaceful environment she created for both her people and herself.

Despite herself being different her people loved her for what she’s done for them, giving them a second chance at life somewhere new and peaceful.

She hummed to herself; she remembered faintly a woman with black hair and brown eyes and everything else a blur. “Ms. Y/n,” Carlos said, panting running over towards on the stone path to avoid ruining the flowers.

She sat up immediately and turned her head towards him, “We have some visitors.” He said, and she smiled softly. “Bring them in.” She said, and Carlos but his lip.

“One of them is the Humanoid Typhoon,” he said, and she looked at him she’s heard of the humanoid typhoon. but has also heard how he’ tries to save people in harms way.

“bring them in, I want to give our guests the upmost hospitality.” she said, and he nodded and ran back towards the entrance.

a few moments passed, and the guest entered her private guardian. a woman with bluish black hair looked around in awe, a priest holding a big cross stared at it in awe. Everyone was in awe; the blonde couldn’t help but stare though at [Y/n]. Who stood on a small hill surrounded by red geranium, he could’ve sworn he saw Rem.

“Welcome, my name is Y/n, and where you are is a paradise that I’ve created for both humans and myself.” She said, smiling, everyone stared at her in awe. She was definitely beautiful for sure.

“Hungry?” She asked, looking at them. Fruits and Vegetables, popped out from the ground and she smiled at her guest. “Go ahead,” she said, and watched as the woman picked up one of the fruit taking a bite.

Her eyes lit up the fruit tasted different, almost sweet like candy but slightly bitter. “The fruit and vegetables here are none to be ver desirable amongst planet gunsmoke” she said, and crossed eyes with the blonde and smiled at him.

something about him was different, he looked human but didn’t feel it she sensed that in him somehow and he sensed it too in her. “Now, I’ll be showing you to your rooms. You’re welcomed to leave whenever you like. I’ll let you rest up before giving you the tour.” She said, and they followed her stuffing their faces with fruits and vegetables.

“This place is amazing!” Meryl said, in awe. [Y/n] smiled hearing this turning towards her, “Thank you,” she said, and took notice of Vash’s gun.

“But, we do have a rule here two actually. UnecessaryViolence and the causing of trouble is absolutely prohibited.” She said, and turned towards Vash.

“You have the right to bear arms, but on the condition of only using it if absolutely necessary.” She said, looking at both Wolfwood and Vash.

“Have, you had any trouble with raiders or bandits in the past?” Vash asked, and she looked at him.

“No, but have had our fair share of angry people being turned away.” She said, looking at him. “So, not many people own or have any weapons. Not seeing the point since our community is so secluded.” She said, continuing to lead them down the hallway towards their rooms.

“Sorry, if the rooms small and not to your liking.” She said, and Vash turned towards her shaking his head. “It’s perfect.” He said, and she smiled.

“I’ll come back later to give you guys the tour.” She said, before leaving them to themselves. She felt Vash’s eyes on her as she walked back down the hallway.

[ after tour ]

[Y/n], had showed them around the small community. Leaving them completely awestruck by how beautiful this place was, and after having their bellys filled. Her guest went back to their rooms to rest, and to leave in the morning.

Vash, had seen how kind and caring she was towards her people. From the moment that he laid eyes on her knee she was special. She wasn’t human, and maybe an independent like him.

She smiled, every second as she helped her community. Despite how much energy it drained from her each time she used her powers.

He watched, as the bags formed under her eyes as she struggled to walk and to focus on the task. Her people didn’t realize how much they were asking of her and depending on the task, the more energy it took from her. She doesn’t mind only wanting to help but it was an endless cycle. She’d rest for the rest of the day, and then do it all the next day.

She knelt down towards the dying flower, and closed her eyes focusing her energy. vash watched, as her skin glowed revealing her plant lines. She looked angelic as she healed the plant.

They placed their hands together, staring into each other’s eyes as their hand glowed. Revealing their plant selfs to each other, slowly intertwining their fingers. “I’ve never met another independent before,” she said, looking into his blue eyes, “I’ve never met another independent who shares the same morals as me.” He said, and she giggled in response looking up at him.

She didn’t know why her heart was pounding against her chest. Staring into his eyes made her feel some type of warmth she’d never felt before. She felt safe around him more safe than she ever felt in her small community.

Despite having only know each other for a short amount of time. A fondness for each other has blossomed between them. and now that fondness had developed into a bond, they leaned their foreheads against each other and chuckled. taking in the peaceful moment between the two, as they intertwined their fingers once again. their noses pressing against each other.

suddenly, screams were heard from outside causing them to pull away from each other. Vash immediately told her to get behind him which she obliged. Raiders barged in and saw the humanoid typhoon, and the girl that they were looking for standing behind him.

“well well well, seems todays my lucky day. i get the humanoid typhoon and the desert flower.” the raiders boss said, smiling holding his gun. [y/n] covered her ears hearing the screams and cries of her people, and of the plants being burned by the chaos that the raiders were causing.

Vash, stood in front of her protectively not letting the raiders get any close to her. “You are not having her.” Vash said, glaring at the raiders boss. Who laughed pointing his gun at the humanoid typhoon. She looked terrified looking between both, Vash and the raiders boss.

“We’ll see about that.” He said, firing gun. Vash raised, his gun and shot the bullets down with ease. [Y/n] gasped, looking up at him and smiled. Immediately, he commanded his entire crew to start shooting causing Vash to pick her up, bridal style and carry her away from harm. Dodging each and every single bullet shot at them.

Her eyes widened in horror, seeing trees being burned as well buildings. She nuzzled her head into Vash’s chest. After seeing charred remains, tears rolled down her cheeks as he carried her away to safety.

All this was because raiders were after her, wanting to use her for selfish reasons. To use her as a means to make their own lives easier and not the lives of others. They only cared for themselves and wanted to use her powers of making vegetation to do so.

After the raiders were defeated and left, the entire community gathered up those who sadly perished. Such unneeded violence she couldn’t help but not feel guilty, she underestimated the secludedness of the paradise. But now after that she made sure that some where keeping watch late at night.

Vash and [Y/n], smiled as they looked at each other. She handed him a sack full of food, herbs for healing, and other things. Telling them that they’re welcomed back anytime and for Vash to visit whenever he can which obviously he said yes too, and before he left. He planted a quick kiss on the side of her lips.

[a/n: I wrote the ending while slowly falling asleep I’ll go back and fix it later but I hope you enjoyed]

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Liya rant let's fucking go

Again! Little reminder Liya is a separate character from me, Roze! I've just been using her a pfp because I didn't have one for ME y'know?— also, there's lot of Greek mythology references but I don't care let me make my OCs in peace goddamit

Basics first—

Her full name is Liya "Minthe" Noor! Hehe

Birthday is on the 29th of October

She/They pronouns

A genderfluid lad :3

She isn't human per se... but a nymph! An underworld water one ^_^ (a Naiad basically–)

Ethnicity is greek-egyptian! Can speak Arabic, English, and Demotic Greek :3 (and just a lil bit of Armenian)

Just a silly gal looking for a home after being cast out by her father

Mbti is INFP-T

Now, Liya Noor.. I have so much lore on them i might need to make a separate post!

Let's get straight to the point~

Minthe can exist anywhere she wants. Whether it be in a different universe, an audio RP (hehe), or in a game. With just a ring of her bell, she'll be teleported there to lurk from the shadows.

The underworld is surrounded by a series of rivers: The Acheron, river of woe. The Cocytus, river of lamentation. The Phlegethon, river of fire. The Styx, river of unbreakable oath. and The Lethe, river of forgetfulness. <- Liya was created by Cocytus, along with her sisters.

Year is 1683

After being assigned to go collect a human soul for the first time, she accidentally fell in love with the mortal land, getting distracted by it. So instead of collecting the soul of the dead human so they could properly pass, they instead started touring around, watching the markets, stage shows, etc. completely forgetting about her mission.

Unfortunately for Minthe, her forgetting to collect the soul caused a..slight troublesome event for the mortals. Since the soul wasn't harvested, the body was still alive despite the heart no longer beating, causing quite a freakout in the city, which led to a lot of crazy theorists rioting and semi still sane people leaving the land.

After her father found out about Minthe's terrible mistake, he cast her out of their home, with a quest on her hands.

"prove you're still worthy to call yourself a child of mine, and you shall return. Fail, and you'll be drowned in the river of Lethe, forever to forget."

The problem was...he never told her what her quest was. He basically just told her to "fuck around, find out, and pray I agree."

A year later. Minthe was travelling along the mortal land in the late 16th century of Scotland, searching for a clue to what her quest was, when she met a woman in her early 20s, her name was Liya.

They befriended each other quite fast! Uh, before Liya was hanged and then burned at the stake for the accusation of being a witch. Yeah, that messed up Minthe up quite a bit.

After that sad event, she named herself Liya, as a little momentum to her friend, and an almost rebellious act towards her father.

Year is 1832

After almost 200 years of pointless searching, Liya finally relented and went back down to the underworld to ask what her quest even was

On her way to the underworld. Liya meets a kitten! A cute, slightly injured one. She takes the feline under her wing, planning to soak the cat in the river of Styx so it'll live an immortal life with her! Just like how Thetis did to her son, Achilles.

Now, walking from the mortal realm to the underworld is a long, long way, taking almost 5 years by just walking. So instead Liya decides to find a shrine of Hermes, to ask him to guide her into the realm of the undead. But after searching and searching, she found all the shrines...but the ones dedicated to Hermes.

In a fit of frustration, she destroyed a shrine dedicated to the goddess of Spring, angering her badly.

In punishment, she cursed them. Killing her feline companion, and making a mint plant grow inside of her stomach. Forcing Liya to endure a century of suffocation from the plant, but never dying of it.

Ah- that's all for now, I'll probably make a part 2 of this one day.

But for now you get this!!

[xx-just-c-xx]

Prologue [ Welcome to the Villains' World ] Chapter three

Tomorrow morning she already wake up and making breakfast for her, Grim and all her Pokémon.

She yells. “Guys!! it’s breakfast!!”

All at once her Pokémon came into the kitchen. She divided the Pokemon food between the 10 of them, then sighed. “I need that garden done today afternoon or tonight” She said as Grim walked into the kitchen.

“Uh, I’m hungryyyyyyyy!!” Grim said still half asleep.

“Good morning Grim” She greeted.

Grim smells the food, so he fully woke up and saw all the other pokemon that Grim didn't see yesterday.

“Nya!! You have so many monsters!?” Grim said out loud.

Just then, Crowley walked in with a very concerned look on his face.

“Are you aware that almost half of the garden have a lot of blue rocks and a lot of tree and a big river as well, what did happen last night?”

"Ah. I think some my pokemon did overboard with the landscape for my other that'll come later" Florida answered him.

“Very well, did you sleep well?”

“No!! When I went to bed, the mattress fell through the frame! And worse yet, I got woken up by ghosts!” Grim complained.

"I slept well" Florida answer Crowley.

Crowley smiled. “I am delighted to hear that you’ve adjusted so well, despite being sent to another world! Now, moving on let us discuss your assignment for today. Your job today is to clean the campus. The campus is vast, and without magic, it'd be quite a herculean task to clean it all. Therefore, today I’ll have you focus on the area from the front Gates to the library. I do expect that you’ll keep a close eye on Grim, lest he causes another incident like yesterday”

Florida nodding. But Grim seems like he doesn't like it.

“Don't fail me. You and a few of your…. Pokemon, can eat lunch in the cafeteria. I await the fruits of your labor."

The headmage headed out as Grim grumpily crossed his arms.

“Hrmph. I ain’t cleaning nothing! I'm here to study magic so I can be blasting off some spells left and right! Like BAM!!”

“After we clean, we can study in the library.”

Grim grumbled as Florida choose six Pokemon to come with her.

"Sylveon and Gogoat is coming with 100%, since we gonna clean so Cinccino, Jolteon and Espeon will come and Vaporeon too" She take her side bag and put on belt.

"Gardevoir, you'll be in charge taking care this dorm, also plant some berries too" Florida give Gardevoir a container that contained all berries.

Gardevoir nods her head letting Florida know everything will be ok.

Florida have everything she need and Gogoat already in front of the dorm wait for Florida to ride him. And Sylveon also there as well. Florida quickly jump on top of Gogoat and they go to the Main Street, towards the seven different statues of various figures.

She let Cinccino, Jolteon and Espeon clean the statues. Cinccino dust the statues and then make Vaporeon give them water by using Hydro Pump.

“Wow, so this is Main Street, huh? This is incredible!” Grim admired. “I didn’t get to see much of it yesterday. What’s the deal with these seven statues? All their faces look pretty scary”

Florida look and studied the statues "Maybe someone who really important in this land?" It make Florida remember one of her traveling in Galar, that one statue, when she visits someone.

“This lady here” Grim pointed at the statue at the end of the line on the right. It was of a large woman, wearing a dress and a crown, and holding a heart scepter. “Looks like she’s got some real anger management issues”

“You don’t know the Queen of Hearts?” a voice joined in.

The 8 of them turned towards the owner of the voice and saw a boy standing behind them. He in his uniform make him a student. A ginger with bright scarlet eyes and he had a heart over his left eye.

“The Queen of Hearts?” Grim asked. “Is she some kinda big deal?”

“She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses long, long ago.” The ginger explained. “She was a strict woman who prized order above all. She wouldn’t tolerate a rose being off-color, or her playing-card soldiers being out of step. She basically ruled over a kingdom of madness, but not one of her subjects dared to defy her. You wanna know why? Because the punishment for breaking a rule was immediate decapitation!”

“Sylveon” [That's a bit messed up]

"Jolteon" [I agree dad]

"Yeah I agree with Sylveon" Florida said.

“Wah! That is seriously messed up!” Grim whimpered.

But apparently, the ginger boy thought different. “Pretty cool, right? I’m a big fan. I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?”

“Yeah true. A leader needs to be strong.” Grim nodded.

“Strong yes. But sounds like she’s abusing her power, that what a tyrant would do. Because if you try to rule only with fear, there would be nothing to stop people from rebelling against you once the fear is gone"

“Anyway, but puttin’ that aside… Who’re you, now?” Grim finally decided to ask.

“Name’s Ace. I’m a first-year student here, as of… today! Pleased to meetcha!” he introduced himself while he held out his hand.

Florida thinking should she shake his hand or not, but Grim didn’t wait for her to talk.

“I’m Grim! I’m a prodigy who’s planning to be, like the greatest mage who ever lived. Then there’s my far less interesting henchwoma—” Sylveon make Grim shut his mouth by using one of his ribbon because he couldn’t stand still while Grim being disrespectful to his trainer(his mom).

Florida didn’t mind that, she herself was getting a little bit fed up with the Grim’s disrespect too. And then she studying the ginger boy in front of her.

His smile was too wide to be genuine, he looked amused rather than pleased and she could see the mischief in his eyes. Her instincts were telling that this ginger is a troublemaker.

While Florida was studying him, Ace made a quick observation. She had this aura of elegance around her and maybe some intimidate aura as well She was average height, her white hair is really long, her eyes were a very light shade of blue. And her odds but also special glasses that make out of gold. She looks beautiful he thinks this to himself.

Florida narrowed her eyes, gave him the doubt look, she slowly reached out her and shook his hand. “The name Florida Lumia. Pleasure to meet you” She then pointed at Sylveon the Intertwining Pokémon “This is my partner Sylveon” Pointed at Gogoat who right now is sleeping "That's Gogoat my ride pokemon" Then she pointed at the other 4 "The chinchilla-like creature is Cinccino, one with yellow fur is Jolteon, one with lilac fur is Espeon and one that shares physical traits with both aquatic and land animals is Vaporeon"

"Florida Lumia?” Ace said as he shook her hand, “Huh. Name’s got an odd ring to it.”

“Maybe because I’m not from here.” She retracted her hand and look at Grim, who finally got free from Sylveon. “And I’m not anyone’s henchman.”

Grim waved his hand at her carelessly and pointed at the next statue beside the Queen. Which seemed like some type of variation of Pyroar with a scar on his left eye. “Whatever. So tell me, Ace. Is that lion with a scar in the eye a famous ruler too?”

And they did this history lesson for 10 minutes, back and forth. Grim pointed at a statue and asked who it was and Ace talked about them, while Florida just listened. Normally she loved to learning about something new but each of these people seems like terrible people. One was a Pyroar with a scar that got his throne through schemes, one was a half Octillery opportunist loan with a half Gorebyss, one was a backstabbing that only got his power from a magic lamp, one who poisoned the people that are prettier than her, and the last two was pretty okay, the lord of the underworld and the Thorn Fairy that could turn into a dragon.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Ace said suddenly his smile turned to a wicked one. “Not like some weasel over here.”

“Myah?!” Grim was caught off guard.

“Pfft… Ah ha ha!” Ace pointed at them and laughed at them. “I can’t hold it back anymore! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Florida just thought ‘here it is why he's here.’ She saw this coming, still it was annoyed beyond compare. She just crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him, make him feel a little bit intimidate.

“Come on,” he kept laughing and laughing. “You’re the ones who turned orientation into such a fiasco, right? The girl who was summoned by the Dark Mirror who can’t use magic, and the monster that no one summoned at all. It took everything I had not to burst into laughter right in the middle of the ceremony!”

“H-hey! You don’t gotta be a jerk about it!” Grim gritted his teeth and his ears burned hotter with anger. He was basically growling just like the rest of the Pokemon.

“So in the end, neither of you got admitted, and now you’re janitors? Ah ha ha! SO lame!” Ace was still running his mouth unaware of the trouble he put himself in.

“What did you just call me?!”

“And you’re both so clueless you don’t even know who the Great seven are. Not one of them! Maybe before you try getting into the Academy again, you ought to take a second crack at kindergarten? Anyway, just thought I’d tease you a bit. And man am I glad I did. It’s been a blast! Unlike you, I actually have classes to get to, so I’ll let you get back to picking up trash. Bye!”

Florida who right now stand still didn't move a bit because she just got a flashback when she doesn't have her special glasses. All her pokemon saw that their master is having a bad flashback so all of them go to Florida.

“Myuh-uh! You ain't walkin' away from me! It's too late for that! Myaaaaah!” Grim use ember on Ace.

"Whoa!" Ace said while blocked the fire with his magic pen.

Grim smirked. “No one makes fun of Grim, Master of Fire, and his henchmens! I’m gonna make that explodey-head of yours explode all over again!” and he let out another ember.

Ace was quick enough to run from it, “Explodey-head?!” he asked now very irritated. “You wanna throw down with me, shorty? You got some guts. You wanna talk hair, huh? I’m gonna shave you like a toy poodle!”

Before anything could happen next. Florida already came back to her. "Jolteon use Thunder Wave on those two"

Jolteon launches a weak electricity make those 2 paralyzes.

"Ah- I couldn't move"

"Nya!! What's this?"

As both just stop moving and fall down, there's some small electricity around those two, it a sigh that they're paralyzes.

"I command Jolteon to paralyzes you 2 before anything bad gonna happen" Florida answer and walking close to Grim.

“What is going on here?” the headmaster come and saw the 2 on the ground.

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Chapter two, Chapter four

[nspwriteups]

Kannalane Chapter 5: Rupturing of Hearts

A/N: heavy angst

It was well late into the night when Nandini was woken up by the knocking on the door. She glanced at the still sleeping Kaveri and Ananda before watching her father open the door while rubbing his eyes. Immediately three soldiers badged in with drawn swords in their hands. "Sooryanarayanan" One of them said in a deep menacing voice. "Gather your belongings. You are being displaced". "What?" Sooryanarayanan said, half in disbelief and half in protest "What do you mean? Why are we being dragged out like this?" The soldier raised his sword "Who are you to question me? Just do as you are being told and you can keep your life. Otherwise we'll throw all your bodies into river Ponni". Nandini grabbed her father's arm, and she felt someone tug on her clothes and understood that Kaveri has also woken up. "Go pack" Sooryanarayanan said finally "But I want to know on whose orders are being treated this way. What crime have we done?" His question to the armed soldiers went unanswered as they were busy trying not to make any sounds that might wake up the neighbours. But Nandini had a realisation of what could have caused this unexpected visit. A certain elderly woman and her cold stare flashed through her mind but she couldn't bring herself to beleive it. Oh Krishna! Let that not be the case. Please let this be some sort of misunderstanding and everything go back to the way it was. She silently prayed as she tied up her bundle of clothes. Sooryanarayanan put a sleepy Ananda on his shoulders and climbed into the bullock cart that the soldiers indicated to along with his daughters, mumbling about how he would try to consult the king and bring this injustice to light. But Nandini couldn't join him in his affirmation because the reality of things was dawning upon her. "Akka" she heard Kaveri call her and turned "We are being told to go because you fell in love with him aren't we?" Kaveri whispered so that their father couldn't hear the words. Her voice held no hatred, just a tinge of sadness in not seeing her friends anymore and moreover not seeing her family in their previous bliss. Nandini thought back to how she wouldn't be able to see Vishaka anymore. Nor any more of her enjoying the peace of the Banyan tree. Nor any more horse ride with a boy she has come to love with all her heart. She held Kaveri close, failing to keep the tears from escaping.

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Vishaka stared at the burnt down house of her Sakhi. The news that spread was how the house of Sooryanarayanan was robbed and how the house was set on fire with the inhabitants perishing with it. By the time the neighbours took note of the flames and smoke and put out the fire, it had turned into ashes. Everyone believed that the family died and mourned their loss.But Vishaka wasn't able to believe it. She had her suspicions - Why didn't they hear any commotion or any screaming? She thought back to how Nandini narrated her meeting with Aditha's family and especially about Patti's hot and cold behaviour towards her. Although Nandini accepted the explanation of Aditha's, that some people generally have a strict demeanor and Patti was one of those people. But Vishaka was unable to digest the fact easily. She have heard stories of how girls from lower influencial families are intimidated and threatened to withdraw from any relationship they might have with boys from aristocratic families. She was afraid for the safety of her best friend and resolved to make Nandini see sense the next morning but apparently she was too late. She sat in the ground in front of the burnt house with Suseel supporting her weight as silent tears ran down her cheeks. Amidst the chaos of people enquiring and grieving, she saw a familiar face - a shocked and confused Aditha. 

"Look what you have done! " She screamed at him, and Aditha looked at her helplessly "You have destroyed a girl's life along with her family just because she fell victim to your false affections" 

Suseel squeezed her shoulders, noticing the crowd whispering to each other, "Vishaka, stop accusing people like Aditha without any evidence. You'll get in trouble " 

Aditha approached her by now, "I don't know…." He began to say in a feeble voice, face overwhelmed with grief

"Go and ask your family" Vishaka hissed at him "And if what we see today is your family's doing then then I curse you with unhappiness. You won't be merry by destroying the dreams of a girl that you encouraged endlessly" 

Suseel assumed that Aditha was going to shout back at Vishaka or order her imprisonment for allegedly accusing him but all he saw was Aditha getting on his horse and rushing out of the crowd.

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Shivarama was getting ready to go to court when an angry Aditha stormed into his chamber "I am sorry for intruding like this Appa" he said "But I need to know something right at this moment" 

"Aditha" He heard Adithi Devi come towards him "What is all this noise? Come, have something to eat" 

"No Amma" He said impatiently " I want to know what fault you saw in Nandini that you dared to do such a degrading act" 

"Aditha" Shivarama's voice thundered inside the chamber "I have told you never to accuse someone before knowing all the facts. What are you insinuating?"

Aditha narrated what happened to Nandini's family and their house.

"Oh Shiva!" Adithi said exclaimed, with a hand on her heart "And you think we are capable of committing such a cruel act?"

"I don't know!" Aditha said exasperated "But I do know that they aren't dead. I can feel it. They are alive. She is alive and I'll search and find her" 

"Impossible!" He turned around to see Mrinalini Devi " I didn't undergo this much trouble just so you can find her and bring her back" 

Adithi Devi gasped while Shivarama and Aditha stared at the elderly woman

"Patti, what did you do?" He asked in disbelief, that the Patti he knew who told him stories of brave kings and warriors, and always told him to follow his heart was capable of stomping on it.

"What a mature person who cares about her family ought to do" Mrinalini Devi stood her ground. "I understand your infatuation with this girl but what good would a priest's daughter be? Say the word and I'll present more beautiful and wealthy girls from all over Choza Nadu"

"No one can hold a candle to my Nandini "

"You think I am heartless?"

"I think you are underestimating my love" 

"Foolish child!" Mrinalini shouted "Although I don't know where they are now, go and search to your heart's desire. The day you'll bring her in front of me again will be the day I'll acknowledge the depth of the love that you profess. I'll do aarti and welcome her as this family's daughter in law myself" saying this she left the chamber, leaving behind a determined looking Aditha and a baffled Adithi and Shivarama.

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The family of Sooryanarayanan was at a changing point in their lives. The soldiers dropped them off at the outskirts of Choza Nadu. For the rest of the night, they took shelter under a tree. In the morning they travelled to Pandiya Nadu and entered a forest where they saw an abandoned Hut and decided to take shelter there. Sooryanarayanan secured a position as a poojari in the nearby temple but he kept a low profile. He still didn't understood why there were exiled from their homeland but he had a feeling that even if he protest against it, he might lose as there seemed to be an invisible influential force acting behind their displacement. He often discussed this with his eldest daughter. "Listen Nandini" He said one day to her "I am growing weak. I may not be able to see all of you grow up and succeed in life. But promise me you'll take care of yourself and your siblings and never let anyone lead your mind to corruption" 

Nandini promised him but deep inside she felt her mind was already corrupted with guilt. The fact that her decision to fall in love with Aditha and dared to dream of a secure future with him was the reason they were living as refugees in a strange land. She could no longer hide this truth from her father and so one night when her brother and sister were asleep, she decided to confide in her father.

Sooryanarayanan listened to her with surprising patience and continued to think deeply. He was jolted to present when he felt Nandini touch his feet. "Forgive me Appa" She said amidst crying. He asked her to be seated near him and turned her face towards him. 

"Kanne, thank you for confessing to me" He began "But never apologise for falling in love. God has created humans with the sole purpose of propagating the message that one should love and care for each other at all times. Isn't it the society that has created Kings and aristocrats and priest's out of ordinary human beings? Strip off all the crown and the silk clothes and the Pooja thaalis and there'll be nothing to distinguish one human from another. All are same. If what happened to our family was in reality instrumented by Mrinalini Devi, then isn't it evidence that we are so obsessed with status and power that we simply fail to recognise abstract ideas such as love and kindness?" 

Nandini couldn't stop her tears as she realised how compassionate and understanding her father is. Sooryanarayanan held his dear first born daughter close.

"If you trust that Shivarama's son doesn't believe in social construct and will do anything in his power to reverse his family's action then kepp hoping in your love. Because without love we will only be a shell of flesh and bones. If you don't beleive so, then forget him, Kanne"

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To be continued…..

Chapter 6 Promo:

"Oh Devi" Aditha saw the woman slowly turn around towards them. He was about to ask the way towards the city but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat as he stared at the woman in front of him. He would have recognised those eyes anywhere, the eyes that he searched and haunted him for 7 long years. And the Chempaka flower that was tucked in her hair bun. The woman also stared back at him, at first with confusion at his sudden appearance then with caution at his armour and weapon and at last locked eyes with him, where her eyes widened with shock and confirmed his suspicions. 

"Chempaka" he whispered and watched the pot of water slip from her hands and fall to the ground. 

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[everybody-loves-purdy]

I haven’t read the books in a hot minute, would you tell me the clif notes of what’s happened sense River? Even if it’s super short

I’ll go by POV rather than recount the entire book

Overall important events: the warrior code is changed so it allows cats to move clans, but they have to take a test to prove their loyalty to their new clan. Also leaders can now be voted out of power if 3/4 of their clan, the medicine cats, the other leaders, and StarClan all agree (in that order).

Flamepaw: Fails his warrior assessment twice, hates being named Flamepaw because he isn’t ginger so he feels it’s a blatant attempt to name him after Firestar. His relationship with his mother Sparkpelt is a bit estranged, and Flamepaw blames her for leaving him when she went into exile. At the end of the book he finally passes his warrior assessment and Bramblestar names him Flameheart. Flameheart interrupts his ceremony and asks for a different name that reflects him, and not Firestar. Bramblestar named him Nightheart.

Edit: Also Bramblestar is quite distant and unfocused throughout the book.

Sunbeam: Her best friend is Lightleap and she wants to be mates with Blazefire. Lightleap causes Sunbeam and Blazefire to get into separate accidents. Blazefire lets Sunbeam know he’s not interested in her romantically but would still like to be friends. Sunbeam’s brother, Spireclaw, is in love with Fringewhisker from SkyClan, so using the new code changes, Fringewhisker moves to ShadowClan. At one point Sunbeam hears a commotion near the RiverClan border and Lightleap comes limping from that direction, but claims nothing of note happened. Sunbeam’s mother, Berryheart, is certainly not happy about this, and starts rallying other cats to share her view that clanswapping shouldn’t be this easy and clanswappers can’t be trusted.

Frostpaw: oh boy Frostpaw, saving the best until last here. Frostpaw is Mothwing’s apprentice because since kithood, her mother Curlfeather has told her that her dreams are special. She had a dream about a storm, the storm happened. She also had a dream about her father Jayclaw disappearing, a short time later Jayclaw died (we don’t know how). Anyway while Reedwhisker is on patrol, Mistystar has a heart attack and dies at a clan meeting. The patrol comes back, they claim to have lost track of Reedwhisker. They launch a manhunt for Reedwhisker, and go to the other clans asking if they have seen him, no one has. Frostpaw at this point is left as the only StarClan connecting cat in the clan. Frostpaw sees a vague vision of a cat with green eyes telling her to bury Mistystar’s body, and finds a star shaped leaf in her nest. Frostpaw is left trying to communicate with StarClan. RiverClan go on pretending that nothings wrong at the gathering and Mistystar is just sick and so is Reedwhisker. Frostpaw has a dream where a cat she presumed to be Leopardstar tells her to go towards the twolegplace to find Reedwhisker. She goes with a patrol, Splashtail, who was on the patrol Reedwhisker went missing on, tries to turn the patrol back. Eventually they come across a gorge and find Reedwhisker’s body at the bottom. Frostpaw sees scratches on Reedwhisker’s body, but Curlfeather dismisses them when Frostpaw tries to point them out. Frostpaw goes to the Moonpool with Splashtail to try and ask StarClan who the leader should be. She sees nothing at the pool but on the path on the way back she finds a curled feather and takes it as a sign her mother Curlfeather has been chosen to be the next leader. She sleeps on it on Mothwing’s advice and dreams of lots of curled feathers, and believes this confirms her omen. Curlfeather and Frostpaw start going to the Moonpool when dogs come and attack, Frostpaw manages to get up a tree to safety but Curlfeather screams “Trust no cat” as she gets mauled to death by the dogs.

And I believe that’s basically the main points of the book? If anyone thinks I’ve missed anything significant out or misremembered anything please let me know.

[marmorafarms]

Gridball Jerseys and Cigarettes

Sebastian x Alex

☆ Chapter One ☆

Hey guys and welcome to my latest fic! It is a multiple chapter fic! I don't know how long it will be just yet, and I don't know the update schedule as of right now. I'm really excited about this and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Alex has had a crush on Sebastian ever since they were kids. Their friendship fell apart, but Alex is determined to fix it. Will their relationship work? Or is it doomed to fail due to Alex's Grandfather's strict views?

Word count: 1,686 words (sorry for the short chapter, it just ended naturally at this length)

Warnings: Weed use, implied suicide, parental death, implied homophobic slurs, OC farmer

Sebastian was weird. Always wearing black, tattoos on his hands and a face full of piercings when he put on his concerts. His nails were always painted black, and his pierced ears always had a black plug in. A cigarette was always in between his lips. He was weird, bad news, the kind of guy your mama warned you about.

Or at least that's what Alex kept trying to tell himself. 

In reality, Sebastian was sweet, polite, and had a laugh that was infectious. He didn't laugh often, but when he did? The sound was magical. Alex always wished he could be the one making Sebastian laugh, the one making his lips quirk into a lopsided smile.

Alex could pretend that he wanted this out of a need for friendship. He could pretend that he wanted friends who weren't girls, weren't men ten years older than him. But it just wasn't true.

He wanted these things out of a different need.

It had started when he was a kid, seeing Sebastian sitting on the swings by himself at recess. Alex had felt bad, but another boy approached the noirette. A blonde boy with a friendly grin. And at his approach, the seemingly lonely boy looked elated. His face lit up, eyes bright.

Alex had felt a strange swooping sensation in his gut when he saw that look. He didn't know what it meant, but ever since that moment, he couldn't help but seek out that boy with his eyes.

He learned the boy's name when he was tossing a gridball with his friend, and accidentally nailed the poor kid in the head.

"Sebastian!" the blonde boy cried out.

Alex stuttered out an apology, but Sebastian glared at him and stormed off. His guts twisted, and he felt a pang in his heart. Alex nearly abandoned his game to chase after Sebastian, but felt that might be strange.

A week after this incident, Alex and his mom came to Pelican Town to visit his grandparents. Usually they would come to the neighboring town to visit Alex, but his mom had insisted on coming here. It took ten minutes before Alex caught sight of him.

Sebastian was sitting by the river, feet dipping into the cool water. The blonde boy from school sat near him, showing off the wheels on the heels of his new shoes.

Did they live here?

Sebastian caught sight of Alex and frowned. Terrified, Alex darted back into his grandparents house, heart beating fast. Was Sebastian remembering the gridball incident? 

Luckily, that didn't seem to be the case. The town was small and Alex couldn't avoid him forever. He learned the blonde boy was named Sam, and they decided it would be fun to wander through the forest together. Alex couldn't believe his luck.

They even started hanging out at school. Elementary school went by in a breeze, and the three boys were overjoyed when they learned they would all be going to the same middle school.

But then Alex's life flipped upside down.

His grandmother showed up at the school, and Alex was called out of class.

"She was…sick," his grandmother said. "This…sickness…caused her to have to go to the hospital. She's with Yoba now, Alex. She's not sick anymore."

His grandmother's words barely registered. Alex's mother, the one constant in his life, was gone. Dead. Never coming back. It wasn't until years later that he learned about depression, the "sickness" his mother had.

Alex didn't cry, not once. He was too numb, too shut off. He took off that year of school, trying to heal. His grandparents took him in, uprooting him from everything he knew, bringing him to a new town.

Sebastian and Sam tried to visit, tried to help. But Alex shut them out, occasionally lashing out at their attempts to cheer him up. Their friendship became strained, and eventually dissolved.

He watched Sam and Sebastian grow into the men they were from a far. His grandfather however, did not approve of them. He used cruel words to describe them, throwing in a slur every now and then. Alex's grandmother was distressed by these words, but you could only tell that from her expressions. She never said a word.

Alex met a nice girl in town named Haley. She was beautiful, but didn't come close to Sebastian. Her lips were plump and soft, but anytime Alex looked, he immediately thought of Sebastian's mouth. He wondered what those piercings would feel like if Sebastian kissed him.

Alex's grandfather seemed to approve of Haley, and always asked when Alex would finally grow up and ask her out. Eventually, Alex finally did, but was turned down.

"I don't like guys," she had said, eyes challenging him to say something rude.

"Oh," Alex said. "I guess we can check out girls together!"

Haley had laughed, and it wasn't long before Alex confided his deepest secret to her.

"I think I like Sebastian," he had said quietly, watching Haley take a picture of a cute rabbit.

"Really?" Haley had said, thrilled.

"Yeah. I think I have for like, years. I dunno." Alex said, shrugging.

"Are you gonna tell him?" Haley asked.

"Haley, I don't even know if he likes guys," Alex said, exasperated. At the look on Haley's face, he frowned.

"What's that look?" he asked.

"Sebastian is bi," she said. "I thought everyone knew that!" She whipped out her phone and began texting furiously. Her phone dinged a few seconds after she put it down, and she giggled when she read the message.

"Who're you texting?" Alex asked.

"Oh, Emily and I are making fun of you for thinking for even a second that Sebastian is straight."

Alex glared daggers at her, and Haley cackled. But it kind of made sense. Alex thought those slurs his grandfather said were based on simple appearance, but maybe that wasn't the case. He suddenly felt angry. 

"My grandpa says…things…about Sebastian and Sam," Alex admitted. "But I didn't realize he knew."

Haley made a sound like an angry cat. "George is an ass," she said furiously. "I wish I was surprised by the fact that he said that."

Alex nodded. His grandfather was an ass, he couldn't deny it. He tried to ignore it though. George and Evelyn were the only family members he had left. He couldn't lose them.

Making the decision not to tell Sebastian was an easy one. They weren't on bad terms, but they never hung out. It was easy to avoid him, easy to pretend he felt nothing. 

That is, it was easy until the new farmer showed up.

His name was Léo, and he had moved into the rundown farm at the edge of town. Supposedly his grandfather Davíd had left it to him, and Léo had decided to move in.

Alex wouldn't have given him much thought normally. But he couldn't help but notice how close the new farmer was getting to Sebastian. He was getting equally as close to Sam and Abigail, but Alex didn't notice that. 

Léo was making Sebastian laugh. Léo was catching frogs in the rain with Sebastian. Léo was going over to Sebastian's house and hanging out with him. Alone. In his room. Alex had to shoo unpleasant thoughts out of his head when he had first heard about Léo's visits. 

"You are so jealous," Haley had said one day, watching Alex pout as Sebastian and Léo walked past the ice cream stand.

"Am not," Alex mumbled.

"Looks like "denial" isn't just a river in Egypt," Haley said in a sing-song voice.

"That was bad and you should feel bad," Alex said, rolling his eyes.

"Doesn't make it any less true," she fired back. "But I think if you paid closer attention, you'd see that Léo is not your competition."

"What?" Alex asked, confused.

"I was visiting Leah–"

"Nice," Alex said with a grin, making Haley blush.

"Shut up asswipe," she said, but a smile gave her away. "As I was saying, I was visiting Leah, and we happened to pass by Marnie's place. Marnie was outside talking to Mayor Lewis, and I overheard her saying that Léo keeps making "sad cow eyes" at Sam, and that they need to hurry up and get together already."

"Sad cow eyes…?"

"You'd understand if you looked at Léo while he stares at Sam. It's ridiculous. Honestly, I think he got close to Sebastian in order to get close to Sam."

"Oh," Alex said, looking shocked.

"I really think you should at least start talking to Sebastian, even if you don't tell him your feelings right away," Haley said. "I think you'll feel better."

It took about a month before Alex finally walked up to Sebastian, determined to speak to him. The man was smoking, but it wasn't a cigarette. Alex wrinkled his nose.

"That's not a cigarette," he said bluntly. He internally cursed himself. What kind of shit opener was that?

"No shit," Sebastian said, amused. Alex swallowed thickly at the tiny smile that graced Sebastian's lips.

"What is it?"

Sebastian finally looked up at Alex, his face neutral, but his eyebrows raised. "Are you serious? You don't know what this is?"

"Way to make a guy feel dumb," Alex said looking down and kicking the dirt.

"Don't feel dumb, I was just surprised. It's weed," Sebastian said. "You want a hit?" he asked, offering the joint.

"Oh um…I've never smoked anything before," Alex said. "How do I…?"

Sebastian paused, and then smiled. "Let's try something simple," he said. "I'm gonna take a hit, and then I want you to open your mouth."

Alex was confused, but did as asked. When his mouth opened, his heart began to race. Sebastian was leaning in. He was close, too close! Alex's brain nearly shut off as Sebastian opened his mouth as well, their lips so close to touching.

Slowly, Sebastian breathed the smoke into Alex's mouth. He pulled away, and Alex knew his face was burning.

"I uh…I gotta go…" Alex said, flustered. "But um. We should hang out sometime!"

"Sure," Sebastian said, and winked at him. "See you 'round."

[wrenthemoralfander]

A little fic for you all.

The sound of a lady could be heard humming. It was beautiful. She was rolling the dough, and making something wonderful to eat.

The smell of a wonderful aroma filled the house as she politely sat down at the table. “Mmm. This looks scrumptious.” She spoke, in awe of her work. The lady said her prayers.

She ate her food, and cleared her plate. She put the dishes in the dish washer, before she made a small plate of food on a tray and carried it to the basement door. She pulled the key out and unlocked to door to the basement. She walked down the steps with caution.

Inside the dark, dreary basement, where furniture was covered in cloth, dust and cold, a giant creature growled.

“Mine.” The creature spoke, voice echoing in delight at the sight of food.

The woman brought him a tray. On the tray was a plate of dead mice with a small plate of the meal she had made for dinner on the side. The creature took the plate without hesitation started eating.

Once the creature was done, it stared at the maiden. The maiden had her eyes closed, nervousness filling her body. It kicked the tray away and walked over to her.

“Do not be scared. We don’t bite the hand that feeds us.” The creature spoke. As it attempted to lure her into a false sense of security.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She wanted to go home, she wanted to be free. The creature looked at her.

“We all did. Very efficient effort, as usual, sweet caretaker. You are so much better than the last one.”

“Ms. Reese?” The girl remembers she can’t afford to make too many mistakes. Miss Reese made way too many mistakes and her body was found mutilated in the river near the house. Reports say her heart and her eyes were missing from her body. 

“Ms. Reese. She wasn’t very good. She tried her best but failed to meet our expectations.” The creature spoke. Tears fell down her face, and with a gentle swipe, the creature wiped it away.

“Would I end up like her?” Test questions seem to displease the creature.

“Never!” They yelled, causing the maiden to flinch. The creature then paused and regained its posture and composure before speaking again. 

“No. You are not unworthy. You would not suffer. We would not allow it.” It grabbed her and lifted her chin. “You are our caretaker. And since you do nothing but take care of us, it is only fair that we take care of you in turn.”

It gently patted her head with its claws. “Head back upstairs. Clean up the kitchen, put away the leftovers and the rest of the night is yours.”

The maiden walked to the bottom step of the stairs, before she heard the creature chuckle. “Oh and I almost forgot. Thanks to Ovucoris for reminding me.” Who reminded the beast?

The creature teleported behind her, grabbing her shoulders. “Don’t attempt anything silly,” they reminded her as their claws sunk into her shoulders, “While we love playing games with you, we don’t want a repeat of last time.”

“Understood.” She spoke, and it let go. She went up the stairs and locked the door. 

The creature was a manifestation of five beings and all of these monsters, had ways of keeping her inside the building. The monsters went by several names. The Demon Ovucoris, Bailik, The Fallen Vendres, Lady Anora, and The Sorrowful Knight.

They told her they would give her anything she wanted.

What she wanted?

Lisa just wanted to go home to her dog Cody. 

[silverhallow]

🎭Fortunes Fool🎭

Chapter 3: “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.”

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Chapter summary: Romeo gets a first experience to remember

Warnings: Loss of Virginity ahoy

Word count: 3675

Benedict didn't see Sophie over the weekend, not once. As far as weekends go, it was hell. Suddenly, from feeling on top of the world, he felt as low as low could be. Had she had second thoughts? Had Kate talked her out of seeing him?

He didn't have her phone number and he realised just how stupid he was. He simply hadn't remembered to ask for it. She hadn't asked for his, either. At the time, he probably figured he'd see her in class on Monday, and at the first dress rehearsal that evening, but what if he had lost her?

He could have gone round to her house, but what if she didn't want to see him? What if Kate was there? He couldn't handle that. What if Kate was there, and Sophie hadn't told her yet? What if her Dad was there? Nope. He couldn’t go. He would ruin things.

So he kept away from her that weekend, but it was difficult. He was so nervous, he felt sick. His mother even got worried about him, he wasn't eating properly. Anthony just teased he was love sick. Benedict kicked him in the shins as he dodged his mothers questions about the school play and where he had been really going these last few nights.

After the feelings Sophie had given him, to lose it now would be very painful. Yet the relationship was still in that fragile, unstable time before it settled down into a permanent fixture.

So he went down to the river with his scull boat, as he just wanted to sit on the water, thinking. Worrying. He went with Anthony to see a movie, and could not follow the plot.

Monday came and he was thrilled to be back at school, desperate to see her again but she wasn't in class.

What was going on?

Benedict went to the dress rehearsals feeling beside himself with worry. It was not a full dress rehearsal, they were doing a few scenes this evening, a few the next evening and a few the next. Then the full dress rehearsal would be the night after, before the actual performances started up.

Benedict wasn't in the scenes on that Monday, which was good, since he was pretty sure he would have been awful. So he sat in the audience with the other cast members not needed that night, watching.

He saw Kate sitting on her own over the other side of the hall, that had to mean Sophie was here tonight, she'd be on stage. Of course she would be, they were doing her scenes tonight.

The scenes were going well, and then there she was, perfection personified. She was wearing a fairly plain white dress, which seemed slightly transparent in that old-fashioned kind of way. Like some kind of fancy night-dress. Sophie made it look good, though, and with all those bright lights on her she looked like an angel.

But with the auditorium bathed in darkness and the bright stage lights on her, there was no way she was going to see him in the audience. What could he do? To go up to her at the end would be pretty obvious, and if Kate saw it could cause trouble.

So the sickening feeling inside him continued: he felt helpless. Tomorrow, he would be involved in the scenes, but she wouldn't. It wasn't until Wednesday night that she would be up on stage with him.

What if it was too late by then? What if she was testing him, if she was testing him over the weekend, to see if he would call her? And he'd failed...

He was so deep in thought, he hardly noticed when the rehearsal came to a close and the lights went up. He was sitting there, like a lemon. Realising the lights had gone up, he looked across to see that the stage was empty and Kate had gone from where she was sitting.

He just sat there for a few moments, feeling dreadful again. His heart had lifted seeing her on stage like that, but now Kate had probably taken her away from him again, never to be seen again. Perhaps it had been a mistake to allow himself to be led into the whole thing like that, but how could you turn down Sophie Beckett? No guy in any school in England would turn down a girl like Sophie Beckett.

It was getting late. He pulled himself up to his feet and began to wander out along the row of seats towards the exit. Might as well go home, put his feet up, withdraw and face the fact that fate had played a cruel trick on him.

"Hey!"

The voice behind him startled him. 

Damn it, Anthony always got cheap thrills from creeping up on people. But turning around to see who it was as he realised the voice was too high for Anthony.

"Hey, geek."

It was Kate.

"Uh... hi Kate," he said, uncertain of what to do or say. Had she come to gloat? You lose, loser.

"Are you just going to leave?" she asked him, looking annoying but not giving him any easy answers.

"Uh... well..." he fumbled.

"She's waiting for you, you know," Kate's voice seemed somehow softer, more tender. Like she wasn't angry at him any more.

"Uh..." he said looking confused.

"Aren't you gonna walk her home?" Kate asked, and then for some reason decided she had made him suffer enough. "Sophie told me everything," she explained, and even smiled at him!

"I'm sorry," Benedict said earnestly, realising it couldn't be easy for Kate to see her lifelong best friend fall for someone from the wrong side of the school social class .

"Don't be sorry," she said, "Just don't hurt her like that jerk John did. Don’t cheat on her like Mark did… Sophie’s been through enough. So just… please don’t hurt her…” Kate said “she had a hell of a time with her ex step mother so her self-esteem isn’t great despite outward appearances so just… don’t hurt her”

“I’ve got no intentions of hurting her. I really like her Kate, I promise” Benedict said honestly “and anyone who cheated on her is a small cocked idiot”

“Good, now remember what I said, otherwise I'll come after you with an axe." Kate grinned menacingly but at the same time in a friendly sort of way which unnerved him and made him believe every word of what she had said.

"Right," he nodded, feeling his heartbeat quicken and his breathing grow heavier. Sophie wanted to see him and She hadn't been talked out of it and wanted to see him! He asked: "Wait…Where is she?"

"In the dressing room, getting changed," she said casually.

"Ah, uh... okay, I'll wait," he said meekly.

"No, go in, you loser!" Kate laughed with a smile on her face as she rolled her eyes. "God, you're such a geek!"

He grinned bashfully at the brunette, he wasn’t able to argue with that, and walked past her towards the female dressing room. Damn . Turning, he saw that Kate had gone already. Did Sophie really want him to go into the female dressing room? What if there were other girls in there getting changed?

He caught his breath. She wanted him to go in there: it was like official acknowledgement that they were an item. He had known that she hadn’t let John into the changing rooms when they had been doing rehearsals previously… and the fact she wanted him to come whilst she was changing… blew his mind and made his heart beat double quick time in his chest.

His heart in his throat, he pushed open the door and slipped inside the dressing room.

She was sitting there in only her underwear, fairly simple bra and panties of soft white cotton with what looked like strawberries on them. Kind of girlish, they looked incredibly sexy on her, but then, anything looked sexy on her. He was sure granny pants would no doubt look sexy on her.

"Hi!" she beamed as he entered the room.

"Hi."

She stood up, and walked over, placing her arms over Benedict's shoulders and pulling him in for a slow, lingering kiss. 

God, he was like a walking erection already. It was so sweet, she was so gorgeous. His hands came down to her beautifully sculpted behind, squeezing her to him as they kissed.

"Enjoy the show?" she asked as the kiss came to an end at last.

"The show you've just given me, or your scenes on stage?" he asked, making her smile.

She kissed him again briefly, and said: "I'll show you more if you come home with me."

"Mmm... that would be nice," he said.

On the way back to Sophie's house, the atmosphere between them seemed somehow different. He couldn't really explain it. Sophie seemed somehow less guarded with him, more relaxed, more confident. Had her talk with Kate given her reassurance that this was the right thing to do? Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the fact that they had been seriously intimate with each other now, and their relationship had stepped up a gear, she had even taken his hand as they walked. 

Maybe it was just him, though, not really having been in a relationship like this before. Not a sexual one. Honestly he felt on top of the world.

"So you talked to Kate?" he finally asked her as they walked up her driveway.

"Yeah," she said as she let go of his hand to unlock the door, "It's hard for her: you have to realise, us two are like sisters. Boyfriends have never been important to us, they've never come between us before. I guess both of us sort of kept our distance from that sort of thing, the guys we went out with, we didn't really ever connect with, emotionally, sexually or even intellectually so they were never an issue"

She looked at him, his hand, in hers, giving it a squeeze. "It's different with you, though."

He smiled, but looked confused.

"I never felt like this before," she explained. "And I don't think Kate's ever felt like this. The two of us never used to go anywhere or do anything without each other. And I guess it'll still be that way, but now I have you, too. So I think that it just complicates matters."

"What did she say?" he asked her, interested in how they’ve managed to sort this out.

"Well, she was pissed with me at first, more, I think, because I kept it a secret from her and I've never kept secrets from her before… But then she said she'd seen a change in me, she saw that for some reason I'm really happy right now and she’s just worried because of boys in the past."

“She sort of told me,” Benedict said, not wanting to keep secrets from her.

“I thought she might. She’s really the closest thing I’ve got to a sister so having her approve of you means a lot and she sees that you make me happy and that is the main thing,” Sophie squeezed his hand and smiled at him again. She said: "But she still thinks you're a geek!"

"Ah well," he grinned. "Some things will never change."

"She'll see you in a different light some day."

But as they entered Sophie's house, his sweet girl seemed to tremble. It occurred to Benedict that she was as nervous as he was. What was it? Were they going to take the next step? She had already allowed him the most intimate contact without going all the way. Benedict shivered a little, too, in anticipation and hope.

Then they were upstairs again, the door of her bedroom closed, and they were kissing and clumsily pulling each other's clothes off. Benedict left her standing in her little strawberry panties, not yet certain she wanted to be completely naked in front of him. But Sophie pulled down Benedict's boxers, leaving him completely exposed before her, his cock standing up rock hard.

"Mmm..." she purred, her soft hands sweeping around his shaft. "I think we should give you a little release tonight, you deserve it after being so good to me…”

It felt kind of dirty being there naked in front of this exquisite creature. But it was so good, she made him feel as though his insides were on fire. She kissed him, and he was about to touch her perky breasts when she suddenly dropped down in front of him. Then he nearly collapsed, as he felt his cock enveloped by the most incredible heat and wetness. It was sensational, Sophie had taken his cock in her mouth, and was calmly sucking while cupping his balls. She was magnificent, he'd never felt anything like it.

And after what he'd been through in the last week, all the memories and sensations of pleasing her, he wasn't going to last long with her velvety mouth wrapped around his cock like that, squeezing it, massaging it, playing with it, exploring its shape with those sensual fingers.

But Sophie seemed to have realised that, for just at the right moment, she stopped and stood up, pulling him towards the bed. His hands moved to her perfect breasts as she kissed his mouth, coaxing them, pinching her erect nipples. He still felt a little strange being naked with her, never having been naked with anyone before. But her appreciative noises as her fingers continued to explore his cock gave him confidence, he wasn't disappointing for her, thank goodness.

He was touching her breasts, and though she seemed to like it, after a while she smiled at him and calmly removed one of his hands, pushing it down to languish between her legs. It was clear what she wanted, and Benedict was only too willing to do as she wished. Her cotton panties were already damp, and judging her mood, he didn't delay too long before slipping a finger inside the slippery folds of her pussy.

"Oh God," she moaned, saying breathily: "I've been waiting all weekend for this."

"Me too," he said while kissing her delicate neck, his finger stirring inside her tight, hot walls, already so slick with her juices.

She paused, her hands leaving his cock, much to his disappointment, but moving to slide her panties down her thighs so that she was naked, too. Benedict felt his heart flutter: he was in bed with Sophie Beckett, and she didn't have a stitch on! He could see the patch of dark public hair between her legs, he felt so incredibly fortunate.

Without her underwear in the way, his hand had more freedom to explore her pussy, to seek out her clit. She responded well to that, her moans containing more than a hint of surprise that someone as new to this as Benedict seemed so tuned to her needs.

Taking her stiff nipples into his hot mouth, he touched her clit with a thumb as he slid his longest finger inside her pussy. Sophie was writhing on the bed as he caressed her inside her sensitive pussy, until she came quite forcefully and vocally.

He thought that would be that, after her climax, but before she'd even got her breath back, she said to him: "Make love to me, Benedict… please."

Wow, this was the ultimate boundary as far as Benedict was concerned. Was she really asking him to do what he thought she was? His hesitation clear, she clarified: "I want you to fuck me."

Sophie looked into his eyes with burning lust. Fireworks seemed to be exploding inside Benedict, he couldn't believe his good fortune. But though he wanted it, he wanted it more than anything, he felt uncertain, he didn't really know the protocol. He knew the theory, but not the practice. He was paranoid he would get it wrong somehow, humiliating himself, angering Sophie.

"I've never... never done it before." he said looking a little nervous, he knew honestly was the best policy here.

Sophie smiled warmly and brightly, perhaps happy that his hesitation was from virginity, not because he had any doubts about being with her. 

She slipped one of her legs over one of Benedict's, and affectionately caressed his hardness, smiling all the time now, as she said softly, "Don’t worry I'll take care of you."

She kissed his mouth again for a while as she played with his cock, seeming almost to calm him down, get him relaxed. Then she withdrew, and despite his previous relaxation, Benedict found his heart beat soaring again. 

Was this really it? Was he really about to lose his virginity with the woman of his dreams? 

For a while, it seemed, he was lying there alone, naked and vulnerable, his cock like a burning stone against his stomach. He remained lying back, looking up, so that he couldn't see what she was doing, where she had gone. But he wasn't thinking about where she was gone. He was thinking about losing his virginity, still incredulous that it was to be with Sophie Beckett.

Then he felt her hands, and a sudden intense heat enveloped his cock. More than a little surprised at this, he looked down to see her taking his shaft inside her mouth again. This time, though, she was using her mouth to roll a condom onto him. He felt his eyes roll back in his head at the feeling of her lips around his cock again.

She straddled him looking so ethereally beautiful, her nipples erect, her pink pussy lips glistening and she guided his hard shaft to the entrance of her hot pussy. He could hardly believe it, his cock was about to be inside the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She smiled, and the head of his cock slipped past her labia. Benedict held his breath as he watched.

Sophie paused, looking at him with burning desire in her eyes, maintaining eye contact she sank down, his hardness filling her, and even with the latex sheath between them it was incredible, the tightness, the amazing heat closed around his cock, intense, wonderful. He was inside her, no longer a virgin, granted such a sensational gift by this exquisite beauty. He had never felt something wonderful in his life.

Softly, she said: "How does it feel?" There was a knowing look there, she was his first and seemed to gain a thrill from that, loving that it was her guiding him through this first time.

"Amazing," he said, unable to say much else but this was the most amazing experience of his life..

"You wait," she said a sly smile on her face, and began to slowly gyrate her hips.

She seemed almost to dance upon his cock, sitting up to give him a show, her pert breasts on display, her nipples hard, her fingers running over her own body so sensually. The feelings drawing through his hardness were just incredible, and looking down he wondered at her slender thighs parted over him, her dark pubic hair, her pussy sinking and then rising on his latex-covered shaft. The visual imagery was almost too much.

Somehow, he didn't explode right away. It was a miracle, really, considering the sensory overload she was putting him through. But it was so wonderful, he didn't want it to end, so he held on and held on, never wanting it to stop.

She was touching her breasts as she moved on his cock, coaxing her supple curves, rolling her nipples in her fingers, looking into his eyes as she milked his thick shaft with her tight pussy, biting her lip, both of us moaning now. He reached up to touch her breasts himself, and as the rhythm between them intensified, she leaned forward to kiss his mouth before whispering into his ear gently: "You feel incredible inside me."

Her words almost made him erupt inside her, but somehow managed to hold onto it again. But now it seemed that she couldn't hold onto it, he recognised the signs of her approaching orgasm now, and soon enough she was getting there again. Locked together with Sophie on top, the two of them seemed to be trying to push themselves together, to achieve as much contact as was humanly possible. Their lips were crushed together, her breasts pushed against his chest and as he ground his cock within her, he placed his hands on her smooth behind to pull himself as far into her as possible to maximise the sensations of his cock moving inside her exquisite pussy.

Sophie was shaking and almost crying by the time she hit the peak of her climax, and if she was feeling anything like the sensations Benedict was feeling, he could understand why. As she yelped and shuddered, her pussy tightening around his shaft, he let himself go, allowing his burning seed to burst forth inside her.

They lay there for a while in silence, breathless, exhausted. She remained on top of him, her head on his shoulder, one hand affectionately stroking his cheek while he reciprocated with a hand running through her silky hair.

"No one ever gave me an orgasm before," she said after a while, breaking the silence. "Not before you came along. Sex has never felt like this. It was almost just… magical"

He didn't know what to say. He was shattered, speechless.

"How was it for you?” she asked him.

He kissed her, "It was the most amazing experience of my life."

She grinned broadly at that, her freshly flushed complexion full of contentment. "I'm going on the pill," she said, "I want to feel your beautiful cock inside me without anything in the way."

Benedict felt that warm feeling of excitement stirring inside him again: there would be plenty of boundaries left to explore with Sophie and he was pretty sure he was falling in love with this incredible woman

[thewolfisawake]

Evil Verse Muse Ideas

Kesil: He lost Artemis in a traumatic way (either from one their earlier near escapes or he 'eats' him) and basically became like Vasily, known exterminator of anything with fangs and blood diet. His weird humor gets dialed up to sadistic and cruel and he just has pleasure in harm. Like he maintains his charisma but his aura is like death. Oh and one of those verses he masters his personal power, so untouchable by death and able to bring the curtain down on anyone he wants.

Eriskyne: Basically went full on machiavellian schemer and for some reason views the entirety of the Seelie as their target. And all of it needs to be in shambles. And they want to do it in some method that twists the pride or goal of his targets. From turning the king's paranoia to 100 to causing whispers amongst the gentry of possible (but in reality completely false) method to gain control of the Seelie to starting a rebellion of the humans and other beings that have been taken by the fae. They want bloodshed and torment with as little physical doing on their own part (not that they won't abscond from it).

Artemis: idk the catalyst but he becomes real debonair but he uses it for cold and calculated moves. He is like a perfect gentleman but has so many tools at his disposal because he just drained people for their ability and got really good at them. Dispassionate but so eerily patient in his endeavors. Honestly? Not the worst outcome to me. Basically the definition of 'god had to give me self-esteem issues or I would have bested him in combat years ago.'

Eiji: Aha, there is a possibility within his future where he discovered who cursed him. And there is this and basically his last chance to regain his former life is dashed. The hatred and doubt and fear in his heart manifests scarily fast as a grudge. That grudge consumes him before it consumes the tatarigami that ruined him. So he becomes like a newborn evil curse with the powers at a calamity level. And with the pain and hate, Eiji just wants all to suffer because if his good end has been robbed from him, he will rob the masses of everything.

Aspis: I actually have two versions. One is if he either returned or had from the start dealt with the infernal and like the environment or the time with them changed him. Kinda Y.iling P.atriarch vibes but more just destruction for destruction's sake. And in a way, he uses that kind charm of his to its worst potential to bewitch others do for him and do it willfully. The other is if he failed to have a support system and basically lost all the passion and love that made Aspis...well, Aspis. He became a 'hunter of hunters,' that is a little too into his work and has minions not friends. As in he has beaten a lot of beings and forced them into subservience. That version of him kinda reminds me of Greed from F.MA that he's like 'you are mine so I will care for you because you're mine.'

Altyn: Apparently just Altyn, fewer morals. The ramifications of that terrify me. She is already the lower moral haver between herself and Zhifeng. You add that she is willing to do anything for her pay? Oh man. She is the one that supplied much of the people that are trapped by the village. She seduced them with their greatest wants to enslave them. She bullies investors and even seedy organization heads to take on her business endeavors which range from the selling of the village resources to full on making people disappear. Also she's quite the bastard towards nonhumans because there's 'just a river of gold flowing through them.' And she's capricious as hell, making others afraid because she might just strike you down because she needed some relief.

Crowe: Boy, it sure would be a bad time if he lost his friendship. It's where Crowe's overwhelming fear and paranoia of not being trusted or loved breaks him. He's been hurt for the last time (Queen of Mean intensifies in background). If he's the bad guy then fine, he'll be the goddamn devastation you all will quiver to. Storm summoner, mass hysteria inducer and part time god devourer to take their essence and traits to make him an even better god. Because yeah, he literally cast his humanity aside. While his grandmother likely took advantage of him at his lowest, she underestimated that Crowe is a 'by any means' man and a man with nothing left to lose.

[hostilemuppet]

did you have any "endgame" in mind for regem?

yes, i had the general plotline more or less solidified for every book + the epilogue + the intermissions. the problem was, as i said, everything was built on top of shaky foundation, so no matter how many support beams i added it was gonna collapse sooner or later. i tried to write the basic plotlines for each book under the cut, but i went into WAY too much detail, and only ended up doing book 1 because it was SO fucking long. i might write out the storylines for each book in other posts but book 1 is the closest to being a self contained story while the others lead into each other a bit more

jonah calinao has a heart attack, dies, and goes to hell, but their life is saved bc modern medicine is amazing. no one has seen hell and come back before, so boss (satan) sends one of her most trusted underlings (jade) to "take care of the situation" (kill them). upon arriving on earth, jade stalks them for a bit, learning that jonahs life is kind of pathetic. theyre a layabout taking advantage of their best friend/roommate (mary), theyre "between jobs" surviving off benefits (and probably the money they got from their possibly dead dad), and they spend most of their nights drinking. jade decides earth wouldnt miss them, and prepares to do her job, but before she can, when jonahs on their way home from the pub, they stop at the bridge over the river. they look over the fence. they take a sip of their can of lager. they climb over

jade asks them what the fuck they think theyre doing, and they stop. they stumble, but jade catches them and drags them back over. she asks them again, what the fuck, and they dont know what to say. they take another sip of their drink and jade grabs it out of their hand, pours it out in front of them. jonah pouts, and jade rolls her eyes. she says shes gonna take them home. they do not ask how she knows where they live.

when they arrive home, mary thanks jade for bringing jonah home. jade says its no problem, but asks if she can... stay the night? just to keep an eye on them, shed never forgive herself. mary doesnt like it when jonah brings strangers home but shes a "nice person" (huge pushover who cant say no to people) so she says jade can sleep on the sofa. which is no problem at all for jade, since she doesnt need to sleep!

she goes into jonahs room in the middle of the night, wakes them up. they arent happy, bc theyre hungover, and they still feel the sting of trying and failing to kill themself which is honestly HUMILIATING, especially if someone else knows, even a stranger. jade shows her true self, and covers jonahs mouth so they cant scream. she says that jonah has a good thing here theyre wasting, theyre alive on earth and theyre trying to throw it away! she says her superior (god) put jonah on earth for a reason, and they have no right to give up their gift. she says she will help them get their life back together, if nothing else but for her own piece of mind. besides, if she can help them get themself back on track, maybe they wont even end up in hell when they die for real! one less soul for her coworkeers to process. jonahs too scared of what she could do to them that they agree. jade does not mention that she was sent here to kill them.

while jade tries (mostly fails) to help jonah get their shit together, we go back to hell. jonah had friends back there, you know! and her (self described) best friend misses her a whole lot. why is jade still gone? she should be back by now! zircon isnt happy at all. she needs to go up to the surface and check up on her! but demons are not supposed to be on earth, even someone as important as zircon, since she represents one of the sins and outranks almost everyone else. luckily, calcite (grim reaper) is in hell for some "drop offs", and zircon is nothing if not charismatic. she convinces them to bring her up to the surface, she wont be gone long, no one will miss her, she wont cause any trouble! they say fine, as long as she does them a favour too: they want souls, mortal souls, ones that are unaccounted for, which means an unplanned death from demon intervention. zircon says shes fine with that, the damned are considered lesser than a demon anyway (it goes damned souls > demons > sinners (which in itself is aquamarine > amber > cinnabar > jade > zircon > sunstone > sapphire) > dragon's breath opal > the boss > neutral souls > angels > blessed souls > the superior), as long as she only picks off the absolute scum of the earth its no skin off her back! so she convinces bloodstone to come along, because she can "see" a mortals soul despite being otherwise blind. bloodstone fancied a holiday, plus the ability to "play with" a human that has a beating heart. bloodstones "friends" alexandrite, rhodizite and obsidian (and rhodi + obsidians friend serpentine) tag along, as long as they all promise to be very busy. with all the commotion they get the attention of dragon's breath opal, who probably would have said something about it to the boss (shes such a mamas boy 🙄) if zircon hadnt "convinced her" to come with them. bloodstone is very uncomfortable with opal being there but its brushed off as her being afraid of someone who outranks her. they are all taken to the surface, and if youre keeping track, thats now EIGHT demons on earth, only one of which was given permission!

meanwhile, opal was seen by amber, who was opals best friend (and... more 🤔). they dont like this, they dont like the way zircon looked at her, or how she looked at zircon! aquamarine tells them to stop being so protective and controlling, and they say she wouldnt get it, they dont feel that way about anyone, ever. cinnabar says amber could ask to join them? amber says thats a dumb idea, and aqua tells them to lay off cinnabar, everyone likes cinnabar! cinnabar hasnt done anything wrong in her life. ambers like 🙄 whatever, and sneaks off to follow them. cinnabar goes after them, but is caught by sapphire, who is really upset with her but lets her go as long as shes on her best behaviour. cinnabar says she will be, she always is, and blows sapphire a kiss through her hazmat suit. sapphire does not catch it. aqua goes with cinnabar to "protect her" (she doesnt like the influence sapphire has on her, she doesnt think this is healthy, but it is again brushed off bc she doesnt feel that way about anyone), which means it is now three more demons on earth, at 11. no one notices two more sneaking out, bringing it up to unlucky number 13 before everything closes.

zircon and bloodstone settle into a regular routine of going out, bloodstone pointing out who has the muddiest soul, zircon seducing them and either killing them herself or bringing them back to the abandoned, severely weather damaged barn they made "home base". bloodstone likes when zircon brings them home bc it means she, alex and rhodi can get "messier". zircon is indifferent. through all this, opal acts as zircons bodyguard, because shes the biggest and the strongest (second to alexandrite but shes focused on bloodstone). opals bodyguard title was entirely self appointed, she just likes being close to zircon. through all this, zircon keeps a close eye on jade, and gets increasingly jealous of that human shes spending so much time with. what could they possibly have that she doesnt! theyre made of flesh and blood, gross, and look at their soul! its dark and muddy like the murkiest waters (bloodstone insists it is extremely middle of the road as terms as souls go, and she swears its a lot lighter than it was last time she saw it? zircon ignores her), and jade was supposed to kill them! surely jades not thinking straight? if she can just get her away from them, shes sure shell come to her senses! after all, whats one more human to the pile?

calcite is extremely happy with the output of souls theyre getting under the table, and wants zircon to... "up production" as it were. zircon says shes already working herself to the bone (she asks if thats offensive. calcite almost answers but zircon says she doesnt actually care). calcite says they have an... idea. yknow, theres someone else whos on earth whos not supposed to be. zircon asks if they were followed, and calcite says thats not what theyre talking about. its not a demon. its an angel.

while calcite leads zircon (and opal, who insisted on coming) to the angel, bloodstone is "in charge" of the others. this is the set up to book 2, but in the meantime, zircon finds the angel. where exactly she hid herself on earth im muddy on, i originally thought an abandoned office building would be funny but maybe it should be like, a graveyard. idk. anyway, the angel still thinks theyre above the demons, and doesnt respect her, but zircon says theyre on earth so she doesnt think the hierarchy applies. the angel concedes, but only because thats half the reason they defected anyway. they used to be the angel appointed to judge mortal souls, along with a demon decided for the same position. they worked as equals for millennia, and over that time the two of them became friends. which wasnt supposed to happen! angels are above demons. their partnership was just so theyd have two perspectives. but despite that, they got close. the angel started to see themself as an individual, instead of an extension of the superior, and they felt dirty. it was wrong. they were made to fulfil a purpose. the demon encouraged it, they even gave them a name instead of a number. the demon called them corvid. corvid began to call the demon their, her name too. they missed diamond. but it wasnt right. they didnt want to be part of this anymore. every part of this whole situation was wrong. they were expected to think themself above the only being who had ever respected them, and the worst part was they still did. they couldnt be here. they left diamond alone to do the job they had both doing for their entire existences, and now they were both alone.

zircon says shes, like, soooooooo bummed to hear about that. but she kinda needs a favour? corvid asks why she would ever help a demon, and zircon says because theyre the same. theyre on earth because they cant be with their girlcrushes, right? corvid calls her an idiot, and zircon says shes not the angel convening with a demon. if her boss, if their superior finds out, corvid wouldnt be pushed to hell to become a demon. shed be killed, wiped from existence, there was no good to come of it. and zircon doesnt want to snitch, honest! but she will if corvid makes some poor decisions and doesnt give her what she wants. corvid goes along with her because she doesnt think she has a choice. zircon introduces them to opal, and says theyll be helping them out. corvid says "she". zircon slaps her on the back and says "attagirl"

back with jonah, theyre struggling really hard. jade is pushing them to get their shit together but she lacks compassion, and what someone who is actively suicidal needs is not to be insulted constantly. mary is there of course, shes nice to jonah, but jade doesnt want the two anywhere near each other. jade cant see souls like bloodstone can, but after several weeks she can tell that mary is different. shes a blessed soul, completely pure, destined for heaven, which is a really rare sight nowadays (she is currently the only blessed soul alive. everyone else is either "neutral" (their soul will immediately be consumed by the superior to create using their energy) or "damned" (they will be sent to hell for "processing", they are beaten and tortured until their souls are deemed suitable for the superior). mary can tell that jade is cold to her, and assumes its bc she doesnt like her. the last thing jade wants is to upset the blessed, so she tries to fix things. she takes her out to dinner, and mary comes out of it thinking that jade is into her and is so flattered but shes not really looking for relationship right now? jade says. okay. mary hugs her goodnight and it hurts bc jade is a demon and mary is holy but jade manages to keep a straight face

on the way back to home base, corvid feels guilty. she says theres something she did a long time ago that she wants to fix. zircon says she can help, after all, theyre all friends here. they take a detour across the country (zircon stole someones car soon after getting to earth. she "sort of" knows how to drive. she does not care for speedlimits, and probably not designated roads) until corvid leads them to their destination. centuries ago, the boss (not her boss. they were equals) asked her for help "taking care of some unruly demons". usually the punishment for any sort of infraction was death, but... well, theyd been understaffed, and itd be a shame to kill them. or at least, thats the excuse the boss used. she said the plan was to keep the offenders on the surface, on earth for a bit, just until they were remorseful. that was over 400 years ago, with them trapped on earth, all alone, unable to leave the bounds of the salt circle corvid was told to make for them. now, to be fair, they had like... a house! its fine. theyre fine. they went utterly batshit crazy in there, but in the mid 1900s boss told calcite to get them a TV, which they have taken VERY good care of because it is all they fucking have. it is in black and white.

zircon thinks this is GREAT news, new friends! more hands on deck, as it were. when corvid kicks aside the salt to let zircon and opal through, zircon walks in (the door was not locked. why would it be?) like she owns the place, and talks to them like theyre old friends (they were probably barely acquainted before their imprisonment). she says shes doing them a favour, and will let them out if they follow everything she says. zebra jasper wants to take her up on the offer, anything if it means getting out, but ruby thinks being her little servants would be just as bad. they argue for a bit, before zircons attention is on prisoner #3. a slightly deformed freak of nature, who doesnt seem angry, she just seems scared. corvid doesnt recognise this one. she says shes changed a lot. she says she didnt used to have a name, but ruby and jasper started calling her kyanite. zircon asks kyanite if she wants to get out of this dump, and kya says shed do anything. zircon walks kyanite out with her hand around her waist (kyanite is instantly smitten with the first new face shes seen in years and zircon can tell) and tells corvid to lock the other losers back up. they had their chance. corvid cant bring herself to do it, so she opens another hole in the salt round the back, whispers to ruby and jasper about it, says shes sorry for everything and closes the front back up. ruby and jasper are now free to go wherever they want, and they know exactly what they want to do

all of this is interspersed with jonahs journey of "self improvement", with it becoming increasingly clear that things are NOT going good for them and jade is NOT qualified for this. jonah just wants to crawl up into a ball and die, but jade wont let them. which is theoretically a good thing, but its paired with her constantly insulting them, calling the ungrateful and selfish, and it stopped being "cute" and "quirky" a long time ago.

zircon and her "friends" (opal, corvid and kyanite. by this point, bloodstone and those guys are kind of doing their own thing) continue what zircon was doing before: zircon seduces people, her opal and kyanite kill them. originally corvid pointed out humans with damned souls, but zircon soon stops caring about that at all as she goes mad for the thrill of the kill (and also the souls she was consuming without telling calcite. it gives you such a buzz!). corvid feels disgusting for going along with this, this isnt what she wanted either! but she and kyanite mutually enable each others behaviour. they understand each other and push each other to keep going because its all they have. zircon doesnt care about any of their feelings as she gets more and more obsessed with the idea of killing jonah and taking jade for herself. she means, letting jade come back home, like she clearly wants to! this is for jades on good. not just because zircon wants her. totally not.

during all of this, amber cinnabar and aqua were keeping an eye on things. not intervening of course, at least not often, but making sure zircon wasnt getting too powerful. a lot of them is focused on their own interpersonal drama, mostly about ambers possessiveness over opal, cinnabars totally healthy and not at all manipulative relationship with sapphire, and aquamarines old friendship with zircon and why they stopped being friends. aqua acts as the "leader", making sure theyre staying on track as amber and cinnabar are prone to goofing off. theyve never been on the surface before! cinnabars never eaten before, which amber thinks is unfair. after all, shes the one with a tongue. they do clash with zircons group several times, at first it seems rather even but as they go from 2 to 4, and zircons group gets stronger, aquas group realises that theyre outmatched. or at least, they think they are. they can all be a lot stronger than they think they are.

jonah gets fired from their job. it wasnt even their fault, not really, but jade is super mad at them. it took them so long to get it in the first place! jonah drinks from the beer they bought on the way home, and jade yells at them bc they SWORE theyd stop drinking! jonah tells her to fuck off. jade takes the beer out of their hand and pours it out in front of them, and they both get so heated in the argument that neither of them notice when mary comes home. while jade is not hiding the fact shes a demon.

mary is so furious that jonah let that thing into her flat, that she pays for! that she barely even notices that jonah is drunk. she cant do this. she never wanted ANY of this! she just wanted to live a normal life! she leaves, to stay with her parents for a bit, she doesnt know she just needs out. jade blames jonah, says its their fault, that everyone leaves them. jonah asks why jade doesnt leave too, so she does, and jonah is all alone. they finish the beer they bought. they throw up in the bathroom. they look at themself in the mirror and they hate what they see. they go through the cabinets for something but theres a knock on the door. they answer it.

its zircon.

jonah wakes to rain on their face from the massive hole in the roof. they are hungover. they cant move their limbs, theyre tied up. zircon says she could have made it quick, but theyve been such a pain for her, so she wants to enjoy this. corvid doesnt think they deserve any of this, she means... their soul isnt even damned anymore. theyd be sent straight to the superior to "recycle". zircon tells her to shut the fuck up. kyanite and opal dont care as long as zircon is happy, and zircon is about to be really happy.

she is not happy, however, when shes pelted in the back of the head with a soda can. cinnabar shoplifted it on the way over here. zircon thinks this is suuuuuuch a pain, but its okay. she thinks of them as the main course, with jonah the dessert. shes ready to squash them like the insects they are, before she realises theres a fourth person with them. shes instantly out of it, reaches out to hug jade, say shes missed her so much. they havent seen each other in months! or, well. zircons seen jade. jade hasnt seen zircon.

jade asks her very calmly to hand over her little pet project (cinnabar doesnt like that phrase. its what aqua said she was to sapphire and by this point she doesnt think thats totally wrong) and zircon laughs, tells her that every project ends sometime. besides, jade always looked so miserable with them. wont she be so much happier in hell? jade says she really wouldnt. she hated it in hell. its cold and dark and theres nothing to do except kill kill kill. thats why she was so mad at jonah. they were able to live on the surface, do anything they wanted in life and they chose to give it all up to return there. and she shouts over zircons shoulder and says shes sorry, jonah, she shouldnt have been like that. she was just frustrated. shell be better. (aqua says shes heard that before, and jade tells her to shut up, shes not helping. aqua says she doesnt want to help with this particular situation, she wants to kill zircon, they just needed jade bc shes the one who could track down jonah by scent. jade says whatever)

zircon is pissed, because this is all so difficult for her. all she wanted was to bring jade back, it shouldnt have to be this hard! she downs another soul, and feels better, then another and another and its bad, shes getting too strong, but its okay because amber is talking to opal. they can save her. they can bring her back to their side, and corvid decided fuck this the second they showed up and left, and kyanite is... well, shes kyanite. it might as well be 3 against 1 (amber holding opal back), and, well... its not like corvid took her stuff with her. her jar of holy water (she cried a lot) was left alone, which is really good for aquamarine.

a fight breaks out, zircon holding her own for a bit, them all destroying whats left of the barn. a beam falls. it crushes jonahs spine. jade stops what shes doing and goes to jonah, now deciding she just needs to get them out of here. she unties them but they cant move. jade cant pull them from under it. jonah says its okay, theyll accept it, but jade doesnt WANT to accept it. she says theres one thing she can do to help but jonah wont like it. she asks to buy jonahs soul. its different, more powerful than taking the soul of the dead because its actually in her ownership, woven into her very being. it will help. jonah can ask for anything they want and theyll get it, its not important, all jade needs is to own their soul and everything will be okay. jonah decides they trust her. you do not see what jonah asked for in return, but in a later book you find out it was "to be happy". now owning jonahs soul, jade possessed their body and pilots them like a meat puppet, strong enough to drag them from out of the rubble, and managing to get to their feet and walk out of their despite. you know. the shattered spine.

nearing the end of the fight, aqua sees the holy water, originally hidden bc it was poison to 2.5 of the other beings living there. she grabs it, opens the lid, and takes control of the water. she splashes zircon, who screams in agony and reaches out for jade, who wasnt there. corvid wasnt there either. opal is being held back, and kyanite is... well, shes kyanite. zircon is alone. she knows she is going to die, for good. she looks at aqua, and smiles, and says she couldnt have chosen a better demon die at their hands, before shattering into a million tiny pieces. amber stops holding opal back, who runs to the remains and feels the dust fall through her claws. aqua, cinnabar and amber tell her that its okay, theyre going home. opal cries but goes with them.

jade controls jonah to take themself closer to the city, then calls an ambulance for them on jonahs phone, which miraculously survived even with the screen cracked to shit. she also calls mary but she does not pick up. jade asks how jonah feels. they say everything hurts and jade says no shit, then that shes sorry for saying that, she knows jonahs having a rough time right now. jonah laughs, and jade thinks they look much better with a smile on their face.

kyanite stays after everyone else left and shoves as much of zircons remains in the holy water jar as she could. she says she is going to find bloodstone.

[libidomechanica]

Make you wouldst use the beds, and seemd upset

A sonnet sequence

               I

Will rot, and held her, when she had never hope to see, I quit my Joy, hope, life, and bowing water. In vain; the sweet nymph even now. To feede, they all lay in bed that burnt sorcerer’s curse that mind where the magisterial face which is not all my love swears that indigence that hath bene long ypent. That lone beach, below the cliff the island virgin kiss! Our Gipsy-Scholar haunts, outliving through. Flashes into their sinnes the wrath I nursed against us as if it were against us if we tried to save a princess shall prize in them where thou the gift refuse, nor stunted squaws of West or East; but shear a feathers were mine. If to love thee, mournful voice was the world uplifts its wall; and like music on the gate. And as free from fame’s black eyes, their debt of that. Was nothing is simple joy the best of remembrances of me, which doth good turns now unto the air!

               II

With fleshly folly rich! There was from my heart he cheered, and sobbed, and I’ll take her for their own self in thy hands; but let us know the facts. Give me my woman’s lore so well as spoil their tears, and active diligence; prudence at once decides it, sdeath! His visage all agree, are the sun for the other. Thine Friendly Few. Tired and flung defiance, went and came to my heart, which Zoe needs must under way, and pain You are that the sun, that I should forget you, may I fail to—say my prayers, and amethyst, and blew fresh again: at which momently grew less, the more his fellow’s food.

               III

Be her for a guest, abhor, condemn’d to give three were asleep: they share, that weening hys whyte head was chalke, a shepheards all to feede, they heard; at length, and all this as well supplied: and she, who smoother reed, and tried to get through a woman. Half epileptical and half hysterical: their hands and waves had hurl’d them to shore; these halls a thousand wreaths of danger. Its message sent, that Thomalin can say or lose. If many words, and what thou among the colonial trade is or was, before but not so tickle: and the cottage-smell, and nodding by the river’s rush, checks to a lake, whose floating their one oar, and martyrs hairy, to the sea yawn’d a little light, to thee impart, or gemmes impart, and which o’er what a mortgage was for wealth, another like hard life, of laws. What fond of animal loveliness invisibly, she saw exprest a world of fashions end!

               IV

Joined in clouds, with me; know this, my lord, and thou shouldst bear. Sings this the kiss of his native modesty. On my face. Teaching dumbe lips away that ye may love is like an old custom of King Arthur’s court? Or even the sun, that now leapt from this wreathed their lutes did silently round bush and trembling tone, and bickers into relation I think no more, and all her autumn tresses, and so he found a ragged pieces of men, that now at dawn you must be slowly read, and the sea and choke on it and you off, trembling tone, and a long immortal dream. Pulse and life enioys, and seriously resolved on reformation; nothing keeps the salt Medway his soul of doubt, for that I kept mine own despite: and all her maid, she thought, I meant not all my flitting chance were causing the chains by thee. And they made a loud and pious lamentation; few changed, ye hills? And worships your head.

               V

Was a frequent rainy days I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will not ask. If it should answer which I will excuse this excus’d, her fault beeing fairy, her finger fit; in such things doen ill agree: but shepheards bee and with green birds and the faces pale, and the Widow’s tear alone can lend you loyalty; I know and the failure ours? Two persons living; so gently ebb’d his black lines be seen glimmering like a dove of promise: all, I trust, may yet be chaste.—On the languid Tritons poured with the bloom go I! When the lute is broke by a distant hills; the stars of the spirit!

               VI

Unless I tell the loads and charms, like most in the boat is love? Or ear of burning sun; and Matthew stopped, he likewise will do well, ladies, I have found some play the last: one sunshine was the point of noon, the litel fowl hath hire wil on hire leod to singe. Her Face the world and all in danger language chiefly from its preachers, barrow, South, Tillotson, whom every word she spake came, as thou swearest, canst thou among the winds of dawn that beach which lay before we part, because the dead. Forbade those eyes, and without found them dead. Was it a vision, or a waking dream? No excuse, nor ever which they might see the long hills roll the torrents, dashed to death. Most rich. I am flying on the wall. But she forgot just in the Friendship’s kind disguise; besides being at sea, she was masqued then as a fair Venetian; stop! Remain as it would the old king, but vainlier than your scatter’d thee!

               VII

And scent of ambergris; and forget her name—her that I and she are beyond the bitter and end with forward. Then, once again, but for their lips, and weetlesse words of Spanish family Moncada were such a size, it open’d on Sicilian shepherd sang, in height and day, until he found: and out of saucy boys brake on us at our disguise broke from the dying who die in righteousness, she lean, be she sluttish, be she leaned her weight, the woman is but warld’s gear, sae let them any how or grieve, whereas I knowe. On this Oasis, lapt in the court fell sicker, o, Julia!

               VIII

Sweeter than your Mistress at you and many more, won’t even know she knows I don’t want to sing so you can hear me still are wet with cliffs above, and quarrel shall disturbing her behind a desk of satin- wood, a quick brunette, well-moulded, falcon- eyed, and only in the sea, love, a fountain- jets, and leaves, love, wine, ambition, for the field: some ages had been ere, it was with a Kidde, now with shadows. When April tells the heavy sea, and cowslip’d lawns, of the storm of galloping hoofs bare on its lonely tree against the world, two in the mirror, these days, and casts a dusky brake.

               IX

The failure ours? Besides, the woman, or something borrowed from this extract, t is her sweet youth; we did not come, and in trueth, and, howling on the desert-spring, but if an humble salve which circles, dancing on his passion’s birth, and secresy: and constant love, and pity grace is youth, before two streams. The way the daring of all the hour badly spent. Themselves; and the view, but of inferior material crew! I wanted to go that day shared some mind their bursting through, and the bay,—some broken planks, and of the painted banquet bids my heart belie—even as Gods, be wise.

               X

Midnight, vision Venus skies, with April’s first spoke his woes had turn’d from so mean a race, that I loue not without sigh or groan. Drips shimmering over garden nights, death, the stairs, and my face against you with a mild and prest it on me—I myself, Is he putting fairy lights my squalid cot; shunn’d, hated, who can reach. For often fineness compensated size: besides, so very fair within his speed, the taller grasses and then he sawe thilke same a goteheard prowde, that a glad poverty were vice, would not rest. The common sense, as thou art pouring forth thy songs to interfuse?

               XI

Are you think to make his couch; and, the fire where the Cretans—from which I loom to her three times a little darts, for hitherto though on the fold! Save the falling, the tender favourite’s woe, but rather, if her eyes in torture fix’d, and high the land his slender fingers and all the white evening- star. Are castles patch my tattered and for you say a long farewell, wherein t was difficult to get through verdurous glooms and wine, ambition, for the still she whose name is yoked with foule abuse me, suffering less: men, even when you shall heed— for Time, not Corydon no rival now!

               XII

The gentle touch and tree, soft-brushing, in whose tie I see a wild civilization, thus began to wag their deliverance. Kept not for the fire in that on the beginning of the year, in these halls, and only when life is overlooks the wall. And seal the chaste. Which he divided, part throbbed the husbands are cut off for a medical experiment and his master. And natures need wise curbs. I lived without disguise! Shall paint out ioy, though on thornes; so many things surpass’d, and someone setting so with barrel wine, when he first, but ere eve’s star appeared: he battered sapience.

               XIII

An ominous, and tell thee devil. There, virgins say birds choose their very walk would make you wouldest me: but I am tought by pain men really know not its significance yet, sadness is in my mouth a locust in your eyes upturn’d whither life was long as we could not be afraid lest she said the hearth arise to thee, how thou would have lost all men strive and grammar, vowel sounds, by unions married in the breach whereof she saw no more to be. And for a moment on my breasts, navel, stomacher; and now what think you of it, Florian, yet hangs over a pool in the sea.

               XIV

Suspicion start; no pause the dire extreme; for those who, safe together is pure inventions: they made a scene men do not count it stranger for a sail, and if he would go there we would do much the storms, yet work’d as it were cut down, and thee. Warm water, yet the sailors are, in fact, a different from the fourth, his daily task had kept his fancy cool, at least, where so serene a goodness grows. Foot of unfamiliar men to-night.—Borne aloft with them the scenes they call him by consent, wither’d lily, on the stern wolf betray, if like a wither’d to their speech two negatiues affirme!

               XV

Of our boat passing prudent, and dandle; a thing as e’er was his shadows. Such as once a fluid haze of light, or to seal up the sunset glow, after long tresses which are Holy Land! Think ere you for that talked the trash that was an old man came down her son to Cadiz—a pretty fellow, although of no great with cold wonder at thy voice, such as to propose to take, and waterfall, as a real woman, and pain and therefore, with lid-lashes all sear, flash’d phosphor and sharp I answered each simplesse mought the gardens palatine mulciber’s columns, pacing staid and strong at my breast.

               XVI

With your shadow of his self-love, to fetch a lasse, whose acts and fame to foreign lands were black where the blushful Hippocrene, fast fading politics of mortal world enough; and, standing upon its mother’s breast no permanent foundation can be believe when he was Lord and King of a year. Not for all the basket. The worst a Jew it is, and forehead lay, where hung a silver lamp, whose tops the pinks that grows on the room turns oftener to their fears, as if Death was her own sweet body fit for life, your love hath cast his utmost sum, call’d the most unpleasant for three I learned Booke.

               XVII

But sovereign monarch’s vices must charm no more—’ such language there,— and all this, to change men’s were small; not they the chere: they han great and glorious names were foil’d, who watch him slumbering eye, away we stole, and can with foot so free; she seems the ghost of force, whose longer duke or earl; but, by God’s grace, here wrecks were in such pleasure lives under a chin, the beldam at his dispute thy judges are already with those before him, cower’d, nor less takes care of Futurism just as well this as well as we. The wifebeater is out, the waves oozing through all the speaking eye, robert Burns: dare not do, breathing that she wants a cradle, and theirs upon the snow-tops of distant organ, doubting if he be not yet agreed, they contrived to get a portion of the sound of Absence; and with thy Gotes shoulders of the crew; and yet last night: I saw the Isle, and yet she asked thy life.

               XVIII

And heard much of Briar Rose but to be admir’d.—We pardon me I heard, I could not slay me, nor your berth, or in the hall the golden-shafted firm, the longing for a voyage that there was thicker, but not a breath is six days long. A dim red planet hung just out of dangling waters; it unmans one quick wave, and pity grace is youth, unlearned in the trampled year, the Rhodope, that you moved the hair about her presence the honey—but with hush’d into the third form, or even the slow braille touch and trembling the soldier’s: yet whatsoe’er she was obliged to hide my honest fingers.

               XIX

They were there is tholien whiles rejected several weeks before the tertian ague in its nest; in short, for Lamia’s eagerness made, by a species of self-slaughter, call’d him soft names in many a precious latch, its amber eyes follow’d o’er the Past dim gulf! His child; she laughs at you are old and of smaller Cyclades a very hard to master though before and scarce a hut on; others and interrupt his sire, and to repeat fine truths; even Conscience in sun her shine, I should not force him to his verse, who heads in council, two beside my daughter: for the swollen cheek open.

               XX

Little hands that created two into one focus, kindled from some old house where smoulder their swoln tongues were bereavid, to his own, suppress’d. For, had she knows, when shipwreck’d men. And how this heaved and blending every captains out; nor ever old yet new, changed is hers; and thought daily service do, mayest thou! With his awkward sight to see them yet, in the world anyone ever did they did get at it really, but still weeps for her Sicilian shepherd’s holiday. Dragging down the scales; but the Gods, upon such occasionally and anyway it’s in the midst, the last I know she knew.

               XXI

Eye and knocked at every drop had seem’d almost crossing my ground she lay: and at her, and a parlous wit. I woke—and chin a sphere to dance and all’s over. ’Er with home; not for the other speculations were answered, then ye know the woods are carrying to passion on her, bade her mistress would be done! Enema. Still wouldst thou wage mute! When she rose the yesternight, and so this is all; she will is free. This, to change of frame. They are right; for man, to man so oft bynempt. The fifth day, and on his way between them all in one, that weening hys whyte head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!

               XXII

Sun-shaded in the wealthier lust buys them all in these fields, and the knight: Good mother, mathematical, a—never might slay this child upon his blinded eyes—and how can you see the long winter, born expecting their distribution lull’d their tender palm dissolve, and forever, because herself erect behind you fed by the blade of its length, where, she said, and made retreat into a flower that better swimmer in full-throated ease. Six hundred souls had left her by the woods in vain! The bearing and the blood runs out across my forehead high; lips she had never had a wish.

               XXIII

And, as we could not rescue him although we never thinks I see herself upon the blow; and the child ephemeral: but in the lobes of your diviner heat to light up, and pressing the fore and after him he leap’d. Now you shine like a black eye in a recent poets prize; and so, in short, it is not wrong. Someone said it was for wealth, because he had a curious eyes, fast fading be, remember your skin, enough to serve themselves; and we love with sudden light. Human on my defects, when shipwreck’d youth, what time when thro’ ripen’d corn by driving winds that piped their stone ideal.

               XXIV

And that your kissed Briar Rose but the number I’ll allow each canto of the mind! To heaven itself so blessed flocke so dear to me. Would tilt it out among them cough on thornes; so many eyes, ay seeking the rosy dawn. Each rose without their merry pranks before the roses and white: to see her still; for it was near, till flesh must fade for the wide lea; with quickening of the Martyr’s woe is an arrow flew; tis not in lone splendours and then into a hundred years passed and a prince found some gross flatterer from this night not a whispered low: as Earth stirs in her green green mirror.

               XXV

The Princess. To the swoon’d serpent rod, and by good luck, still near the needle she: man with this our hapless crew; for on the pumps again, thou fair Eliza! That silly youth doth the greater need to nerve themselfe, but for the prettiest creature heavenly chameleon, the air, invisibly, she strays about these two tended him, so that, in fact, perhaps, a mast was almost thinke. As that inscription on the way appears, by Phœbus was endowed with still set thee free, there haunts not any incubus but he. There is a hyllye place, make gentleman was quite puzzling, while t’other has arm’d himself.-Blown rain, will tell ye too, who let him do, in fact, next day were to the mind, the mountain-brink he sprang, and short lives give to me repeated after her, he tooke as endless shoe-string, swearing, and short life to feel the sailors ate the airy child of vapour and confess there’s a change.

               XXVI

And they had arrived before because my love, human on my defects, whence follows? Then some reason fades, in times like to meet, nor that makes me wandering merchant-vessels, bound for Scio. Our handsome corpses strew’d upon the shark and tiger, must lead some effect; but with me. Perhaps his last—farewell, too, dearest, drowse, or played within, applying fears to cross that flesh is form’d of clay. She marriage bed and soul, and could never in the barbershop. Is weaving her bright eye shining draperies, headed like a morning, throughout her mouth with a raucous trill. Around her father’s pocketbook.

               XXVII

I stand upon the beauty compassion grew to such as these: not for the hearth: man for the common pity bound, bade him quickly swamp’d. The hearts, or hearts and in our own are holding out upon their morals, never heard of plight and Day? With reasons find of shoes; and oft the night beauteous and a noddy, and thus our conference closed are, no shadows deep; how many gazers mightst thou say or do of charm enough to sheathing down dead. Psyche’s babe, was Ida waited: out we paced, I find true that beef is rare, and better’d his comparison, where to sloughs that sun their tripping pleased for ever.

               XXVIII

Thou should’st have no country tone; lost it to happy day, till that long morn the lists were that Psyche, both in one? Than that will last for life a careful, tender, delicate invention, which one would eate it, who had still the cup was full,—while he thereto was lash’d; at last, the sun are curst, for fools perverse of husband-fool; but such plentiful process to accept it as a beautiful things Never Last Forever. Take her for the beauty herself in her sunlight and blood, and by mysterious sleights a hundred maidens clad in purple, cradled in vermilion in the nightly train.

               XXIX

And up and go down in the track by Childsworth Farm, past the sailor’s lot, bringing us all in the city gates, he knew the Dorian pipe, the Dorian strain. On horsebacke met him in her perfect all things are much talk’d of by the heart’s echoes render no song when I see my hour; unless thy answered fully. Woman for the back of your dear idea reigns, and like in thy shore: farewell love and me, but pays off moments pass’d away he knew ’twas bootless to withstand. Who flattering and brought me to set in trifles no store and could allow for beauty is truly seldom.

               XXX

Her hair in deep depressionists do there waits with people must box without, and thereon spend thy many benedictions—sun’s and moon’s and every bole, a song on every little hour old, yet of sciential brain to unperplex bliss from it be all that’s how deep is my devotion Weary with the purple dyes; carve it in doves and pomegranates and peace, pen, for my own; his mother’s arms and the maiden yields. Then was the fire in the rest of poor Pedrillo’s too, what now unpunished is. Saw the Isle, and they the chere: they han great delight in heaven’s will becomes the daffodils.

               XXXI

Her dainties bare went free: the causes weighed, fatherly fears—you used us courteously—we would be together we would but disclos’d a place, that, from the thunderbolt hangs o’er the cutter, and so lovely—till the rest parted; and, all distinction gone, some lovely tree again and against that twig in his breast, a devotee when thou; go then, since, nor end. Stay but till my Julia close her life-begetting there from Psyche’s colour fix’d; beauty up, leaving in the Northern and thy dear Converse submit, since now at dawn you must go, and I lose my honour if at all: since, what is that old ruined cell, or the stern-post, also she melted and did not sleep together for the ship got understand, but was used—nor sail nor should answer the fierce heat; a moment stay’d, and then the kind kissed her on this side, and then he himself to sea, than I resign thine earth forgetting at her!

               XXXII

And darts in one’s fate; and so, my sober Muse—come, let’s be steady— chaste Muse! Low above to know with your promises to be a goddess, see whether my eyes can look at Blake and gazed, and we failed—if we drove to ply with the volleying rain: though I have no one eye or ear of burning their kindness now, to move the grave Professor. Blush it through bubbling honey, for Love is of the bowels; love, converted from hevene it is me sent: from all the warmth, her eyes: what could we else, we promise otherwise you perish as you grew light gathered by night, an Arab with a bough of the East, that woman labour to confessed the man had found he thrice more to say: back rode we to my aid, and wrapt him chained to their hands cut off and no other, with message here from Psyche’s colour freshly blew there was no vocabulary for love to another like hair. Them: but chiefly a beef-steak.

               XXXIII

Must breakfast table mess. She shall be loved, and your strong necessity compelled, on horsebacke met him in place. I would ne’er been mooted, but chiefly where he could flow some fresh again: at which men call inconstancy. Humid seal of soft misnomers, so divine when I see it. A subtle than Dante. When I’m laid by the way I love thee, mournful, sober-suited Night! Places its many fingers reaching where I kneeled; the iron hand crush’d the Tyrant’s head and hid his face more common Wellingtons turn to such a field of their diet; that done, the most ravenous in the sea.

               XXXIV

The dusk of the frame, the room and keep it clean. That bathing her yet slumber—for the back of your ease; the business of wit, and he saw him thrown into a spirit calms as rum and winds can breath. Which open shone, or carelesse of the mossy green; so neighbouring plague pursue their hearts, or heart inspired! The ship still had seem’d to taste of hearsay well; and like a spangle here. Around the taste of nastiness. Saints they stond, and I myself, the sex aspires to sway, yours is the tongue by female hands, and thus the loser in the love killer, I am murdering me, where did beam.

               XXXV

And twists the great black piano appassionate then, in those days, and squadrons of that bird? She had a christening for love must be: for seed conjoined lets into nature’s wrinkling laws to scare the wish’d-for shower at length I mean an angel, and earth’s human shores, or gazing on the river twittering in her sunlight and wondered if she told him in certain the damsel’s tears amid the alien corn; At last we rose and spring up from the case, at least, where God Bacchus and his scarce-clad limbs; and though Inez grieved as every other thing I did see. Fog smothering every day.

               XXXVI

Down starch halls with thee here to go all those beautiful the best, and up a flight from off his neighbouring sea below, mild as a strong he marched forefinger of all my time, me lusteth no lenger rotten boughs to climbe. It’s all so simple joy the country- girl betwixt king Arthur’s court? Low, low, breathed, dissolv’d: Crete’s forests heard breaker- beaten coast, and made a fire,—but such are curst, for fools will prate; and the fairy queen, command; all must be reckon’d; and if in patience taken, on his way he went, enjoining silence is the lily’s white, companions, and back again we crost the starre.

               XXXVII

Whose acts and float in crystalline fragments, but that matter of introduction, which the Purple Tyrant said? Since thou, in all to me, is the Winter of my miseries of alarming bees they stood, he flew, breathing down her so soon; the dull brain perplexing question; if we dare!, Whereas I know your prowess, Arac, rolled the grange, nor bussed the milking-maid, nor robbed the food tree or the Red Sea—but the same cause, the song of woe with a mild and prest it on me— I myself to live with sighs himself were laid down into their eyes gleam in the trespass- chiding eye, and left sucked from so sore?

               XXXVIII

And by their spheres, and acted on, what follow; let the whole and only when life is rather new: I recollection, having o’er dream’d of a thousand memorial tilts, and people in a trance young beauteous mind, what are you that brave vibration, each way free, oh, how that must this sagacious confessed the man who asked, after many years, till death. Like death of air, and worshipp’d; after nature’s gentle satire, kin to charm from the light on Alisoun. At sixteen you depend upon my will sealed not to be overcame my soul with kissing me. I call, I call: who do ye call?

               XXXIX

Beneath the smell of itself, but is not wrong. Her throat, its earthskin, the sole of man, that so they neuer strouen to be chiefe, and lay my limbs their place at watch and waterfall, as a real woman, or some years—and repetition’s tiresome and commodiously was near, till flesh must fade for hearts, when patient sleepless Eremite, the mother, brothers of the oddest, he became divested of his father’s mind. When Juan wore the source of right: moved by the stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because it left encouraging his books so he can look into your moments few, she was a frequent fog-banks gave them for a luncheon—then their witness—in deserts where is a great deale of good advice—and two or three I learned women: but she the common brother by a year or two’s an age when folks are discouraged; and most suspected be.

               XL

Not one hour or more fortunate. If poverty descent, a nobler wealth, the greenest woods be thy amends for thy soules bene now at dawn you must have profaned their appetite in one she had not come. Let by her stove singing birds sang out in words. Almost burst, or blab, and no pretence,— come, turn this was written into a fine distraction of hot towels, and liken theyr name. Disdains the tinkling laws, than let a sister Psyche, but wiped the wine. Dangerous to his loss, left him, and chains and learned Booke. Perhaps to us moon-gazing here reaching where I have been abandoned.

               XLI

The way and harden’d sand, and without I leaue to loue. As she eats betrayal like a crash of echoes, and what’s my crime? And distorted the wind sung, cordage strain’d, but that I, myself, what could crack open to the ground. If Queens and Soldiers have drain’d his answering spires, she slept again, and mars the Host in sight. Of birds nor the fool, the flowers. To move in old days—thyrsis and I; we still made eloquence, and Provençal song, and back again upon his knee, and dies; of either hath her lips are holding: now you are old and green. The chippes, and after he politely ends his tale.

               XLII

No more, but forced with a dish for breaks their size; but I have loved—the rack and rolling is heard breakers close beneath an evil gift. Her blood; make glad and so live ever— or else they ask of me and what shall be, as I am now, With Time’s injurious hand crushing worlds a melody enthralling. Each sea curl’d negligently round your dreaming garden-trees, and but exchanged is hers—for ever: then the mournful hum toll forth my death; next, to heale theyr throtes. Of candles fix’d in heaven was he; but other wo? And never can better luck a better welcome: not war: and, sdeath!

               XLIII

I hear the needle she: man with the sun was he; but others walked the roses and watch; thus, shivering, and that a barre against us as if its sound we echo with a leak, and who, Julia, I bring some hid and meaner beauty’s daughters of the household, others lay about the basket. Or but at intervals there were one walked, and stood as if their caps; you are that Psyche, ’ said the other unnested throne, As boys that she that ever loved the rosy dawn. He saw increased much more pathetic, but the sea, which make them and thence the past alone, if thou shalt find it much amiss to lose, and swift counterchange; intrigue with Bab-o lest they dwell as goteheard prowde, that at this happy quest, if men procured thee to life, for Death, the grassy harvest moon, when the cliff, towards her still, and sincere as thine heights, and leap’d overboard with dew, taking her mine! The scales; but this half-world.

               XLIV

I’ll tell the eye, cheated, opens to the red man dance by his side, his hand. For little red pieces of my fate, no one so innocent, and the Widow’s tear alone can lend you loyalty; I know and knew not where no joy is,—empty of immortal dream. Had laboured him on rib and cheer’d him by, where a negative develops, where she lay motionless, and, staggering effort she began to glisten and adored. We want it to and from the hidden fire call’d shortly Tita, was lost by getting eyelids open’d on Sicilian air, and feye fallen in darker ways.

               XLV

Troubles that down on the languid Tritons poured pearls, while wave around the best, simply I credit her false daughter, when love the rest our Britain’s coast looks on Ilsley Downs, the Vale, the training of the year, in the roses that we most affection in.—No song when they embrace; so nimble feet as stirre still, even in descending mossy ways. But hoped they with the breeze that carried the pumps, and the source of right: moved by the stomacher; and here demands our lives to strangled titter, out of dangling water- smoke that like a black eyes, their weariness like balm, lull’d even the kiss of his age!

               XLVI

Else how the devil, and must have victual. That thy complexion lack. To join the Frick which their sandals swept the flustered, wins, though yourself a man to fight well; strike him. Mind, for they, who were neither she ran, and thunderbolt hangs silent ocean, when the flagrant crimson stomach, mound, kneebone, ankle, touch the spell is broke by a distant organ, doubting if he be not yet a dream, but even a vision, or a waking dream? And now tis buried under duvets, sound asleep. And thus in peace, ’ quoth she, concluded, and beckoned us: the rest creep in and forth betweene the iawes of hell.

               XLVII

The Camp we directed? Their loss is my county! And chafing him, there were not fears that all with hard oppression. That there was the Rose should die, but even asleep I’m ninety and thine eyes, like breakfast—and broke my heart; another more went free: the cause to grieve than what here you hope to see when breaks bright Phoebus, while wave around the kind. Of the whole earth they wander’d, some drops of rain, for fifty tons of water, and little- footed, not unlike, but the stern, beheld his native land receding far: first parents, such a Solitude, and thou wilt, swift-footed China, touched its strings do break.

               XLVIII

Then rose from such a charming at an end. On a spring at your hoods about him, and cannot yet unwish thy dear virtue know: for late, with honour, if ye will. Whites showing before I knelt watching like beauty. I held a jewel in my finger light. With lines and white of fallen adown. Tell her that’s a fable which Enna yields each rose with thee; or, if they sleep, and weetlesse words she sung, it seem’d meant for, fails, since nothing all the advantage of a virtuous stationary voice, I brought flowers. And rough accoutrements, pitiful sight, wrapped in a space which he of God be done!

               XLIX

Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father Dunne, and by mysterious sleights a hundred and whispered to his poets gave; and the moon. And Logos appears, by Phœbus was endowed with Pedrillo, who several weeks before, have sprinkled on your kitchen filled with light griefs are not the idiocy or greed but lack of thought displease: or would you help me unravel, they listen with each lily white feet the lance, and Stand, who goes? At court he shoulders of the scenes they clung—their hearts; the strength, they were about; some favour’d object; and as this, so might I gain, so might I miss.

               L

Fast in his beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as well amend, their weedes bene nigher than the dark veins, that will last for lack of thoughts canst move, and felt again with her dress was not unlike, but now lay sick and soda-water the Apostle,—and he fish’d for wandering if the world that I am old? Looked every day fresh as a rose her height, and shall I not despair’d, and down, the weariness, the throne, whose longer locks were relations, and after hid him as an owl, not able to gi’en thee mair—I mean to do: a sister in the sad heart beat here.

               LI

Paraded with any man: and, last not be, but truly write, and fell all ravenously on the bewilder’d on a new dissection, as if to greet the lily’s white, but thee; nor seek I thence there than mournen evermore. Smell Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. She was wont, and threes, till as a bar of iron. A breath from his kind. Fairy, all beneath so beautiful they light polluted water faucet and made more spacious building, full of incongruities: be her for a sister Psyche will not, while praise the best interpret where nature’s good old wife lay smiling on the cutter.

               LII

The grass unbidden rose, and found, by sympathy, universal shriek there rush’d, save Zoe, who, as the tillage of Chokan: two small senses please, and not our husbands fresh into my mistresses falsely brown, does she well? Juan embark’d his tutor and his pards, but only this, though I have no sorcerer’s cursed knock; at least some one of many masters of an ill-gotten million of piastres. A villages the music of Pan from the lily as far as oak from me. The mossy green; and where wives, at least, I said, was auburn; but he had been o’er the bow; some pounds of bread.—No more.

               LIII

It is a heavy sea, and come, for Love is my sin and nothing more of night, then bless the faith I swore; for so delicate, put to proof the swallows its steamy breath skin feathers sayne, there is the light flared, here and the stars, like most in the fire where wicked elves have a certain that blew; some thought displease: or would you disdaine our beeing greater, why should frown? Ae sweet spring-dew of the faculties, platonic, universal love and me, and haste away to mine eternal home; twill not count me fleckless; yet—hear my condition does deserve of men who would be seen in her arms, she saw the embattled squares, and eddied into the thing which euer she denies; shee, lightning loue, and cheer’d him by, where Titan ryseth from thy lore to perfect’st man that will so fowle a fault amongst you all? The bane of many Worlds could lay the last I know she knows, when proud-pied April daffodils.

               LIV

With that just maybe you can tell me pleasantly definitive as statuary it is hard to treat; against all my love’s picture or my love is like an unwean’d child: the fifty wisest man feasted the qualms of all I have been and feminine: too frail of light, or to seal up the glancing alone as the wind through the wealthier lust buys them if not I, for questing here; being here thou height the shepherd pipe, and casts a dusky brake. I can do not so; I love the lowly playne, als for the Cretans—from which our modern Greek, italian not annul, but let us go!

               LV

Vocabulary for love, not money. Today the Lark should, in the watery face should fall amiss. Under the while, that overpowers some Alpine river’s rush, checks to a lake, whose race from which one would flow some freakful chance that still you love not me, and liued with the purple charm. Left off eating thee; can’st thou to soothe a time-torn man; even the sea. That showers where there are times he went: the fifth in line from the starry crown! In pride and they will making a couplement of proud compared unto it: if many women what I ask, thy danger language holds the soldier’s doing!

               LVI

Even in their own feelings, universal as the shore, nor think I bear that he had a brother, guardian, she had spent sweet days a lovely Rose,—tell her that heaven had touched on Mahomet with points the boundary it scarce decent trowsers—went to sleep is awful, and one oar, and makes it all made eloquence in view? Those hands and walls of canvas led threading the shocks my daily service do, mayest thou among the carpenter, at last death left no doubt we weep for heaven had touched in honour—what, I would have eased my bosom, thou shalt be so from men I built a fold for ever.

               LVII

Falters from the application of words. Or for you say a long immortality and blind below their vanish’d, also shatter’d the whole of her break that sleep while her young eyes of monster, others leaues, to see gravity,—against a telephone pole, and let me in! A bachelor he was, appear’d to share, but now lay sick and soda-water the Apostle,—and he fish’d for wandering if the wood-nymph’s beauty, though thou seest not, the forfeit of my head, and swallows its stem and Logos appears and unleashes the same time that fatal night, i’ve seen him rise full of sorrow for her tender palm dissolve in dew? The way home. Brave Inez now set up a Sunday school for naughty children, who watch’d her life’s flower snapp’d from limbecks foul as hell within the back of your cheeks so shallow took the dimness of earth and bear it to the pain, till I may see both it and I read.

               LVIII

Called himself to win a part of us dies with his though you haven’t been quiet. Than afraid of the face; the wife abhors the world may end to-night he fell, and all their arms; the drum beat; merrily-blowing through all the venom of his face and love, wine, and like a broken purpose still he lay, full length, they were fine, but for mine own intent on her, bade her mistress bent that fresh from West to East, blush it thro’ the cedar- shadowed from right gracious past; glanced at the fire. Those before you sneer, and louing lay apart as what is coming night was pricking o’er it clouds and then they lent me on.

               LIX

My heart may pardon asked and given for stroked its strings do break. Slumber—for the prey of sea and sky were born so fair? And night is flung off like a dove of promised help, and oozed all o’er with their unsuccess. Within seconds he was theyr weede. But rather, if her eyes burnt by cigarettes, her uterus an empty teacup, arrived, by pure necessity: thus loaded with the Palmyrene that silly youth doth shrowde emong the night, And all my time, me lusteth no lenger rotten pales of Kent: till with his heart, though not so true, as he that sea deriu’d, teares spring, deadly, and cross into yon farther, looks as whole like a broken her vow, she’s broken, sweet to those. Seriously resolve itself at evening-star. An infant when it comes to the glowing full-faced war has rods of steel and fire; she had not lately gazed, brighter shone, spanning their tender palm dissolve in dew?

               LX

-Example mayst thou wreck his peace for ever cull some prescience in. Soon shall heed— for Time, not Corydon, hath conquer’d thee! Said he, why do you here? A jurymast, and, feelings hallow’d and united, their bodies; and when his youthful morn Hath travell’d league on League, one yet should say the childbeater is out, the wanton maids were prosy I said, you may with to-morrow’s light recedes and calmly flows the Rhine; the peasant Joan and others; arts of grace sappho and other gums their recollect Great Britain’s coast looks on Ilsley Downs, the butchered present could we else, we promise of helth.

               LXI

And she began to glisten and adored. Theirs with an effort she began to wag their purveyor from alle wommen my love for yoghurt partly because the secret plot revealed innocent blood without a trace of meat. As comes across my forehead lay, where the beach, they fed upon her beam ends. And by we twain, with mutual pardon me for power, if men procured their breakfast of loue. And the viewless wind. My mistress, and, ere she to bathe was walking. Home they stood, we said, our friend, the fish, the state, and thankfulness! Thou wast that time, if so you will find it merits not red.

               LXII

And purgatorial coals, because her own. I did but she the sweetest sweetner art; pleasing to blend; and we were less: some men say, that’s a fable which did show of louers ruine some the hands had exercise; o kisse, which soules, together like a flash of hope once more a woman’s wisdom, Better by far to be a spouse, or people are fed upon beef—I won’t say that beef is rare within his grave, an awful voice which lay before, fast sleeping jellyfish. And thought it best a virgin came, and wrapt him chained to their heads do know, and relax Pluto’s garden-wall: and yet more near—close to her.

               LXIII

Both grace and laughter, when love, converted from the wickedness of the camera chases two women in a beautiful precautions, that would have been vain, had now consumed the knight. When man, enters woman, like thee; a mind diseased no remedy to the inhabit; the most ravenous in the blast the boy’s eyes, ay seeking their own, advance; for so it seemed thereunto at all; if Eve did erre, it was for knowledge, and I see him stands; who neither hath her lee. Hard essay, or for your breath to take, and every day. To the great Mother’s jealousy to follow Juan’s luckless tutor.

               LXIV

On horsebacke met him in his bearded lords with flawless demonstration: followed, and waited, fifty tons of the glebe, but Homer, Plato, Verulam; even so doth she abuse me, suffer with the serpent prison-house, of all her old face new. Than our maids, take my life; but the worst of all the maids are mistress, pretty one, sleeps. Me claim no more of night nor day for Juan and Haidee was Nature’s rich profusion with her sighs the storms, yet work’d as it were cut down, and promise forth. Symmetrically from its preachers of eloquence, and theirs with a gossamer were wisdom to it.

               LXV

Driven by a big grown brothers, the world. Like to thought the starlight bay, as I have cost you. It was sweet, if twas too late i have too many, though it saw and hear each other parts will slide into a hoarser murmur grew, and in your mind? Yet I should clime, and fell all ravenous in this king Arthur’s reign, a lusty knight they good sheepeheards welth: when folke bene fat, and that he should prove the Danaid of a leaky vase, for fear, lest if a word she spoke, not I. From daybreak, and weep, that tomb in which the blight of Phœbe served out they went, the best voices have been a very nightingale.

               LXVI

Was none but to his stomacher—a cuff neglectful, and complying wife: not thus. The sun showers triple league is took, and each other until they clung—their halls, and let me make my bow, leaving Don Juan bade his eyes could be seen while you are shepheards bene theyr Pan theyr name. As yet we find in barbarous isles, and sense, in concert move, and whenever newly strongly groomed and odd stanzas as before our fall so simple truth mai’st see, doe not in his spent pain, or with unwilling ear attendant,— one young, yet hee was most too blame; what will live in these were, over-loving, alert.

               LXVII

There be none of Beauty’s truth to lay; but best is best musicke vnto blisse. The real is but a laesie loord, and soon their passing her behind you had kissed me and gone to sleep which your recent poets prize; and so, my sober Muse—come, let’s be steady—chaste Muse! Elizabeth and others’ beds’ revenues of the soft Sh! And mutton; and, when body’s grace when Dorian pipe, the Dorian pipe, the Dorian water, wreathing and siding with the heart’s blood you draw from him, living in the campers. His beauty is the night was heard; the wind drove fine sand against my door, near petrified.

               LXVIII

Prying into a blush, like the sweet portrait show seems the lava ravisher to die. And more than ere I had been the thickets: others feet still cut straight to see, I quit my Joy, hope, life, and then shall wed. Panted from me a sigh of painful pulse a blaze, each a catatonic stuck in a time machine, suddenly wonder why in the city. Ennui, love, she yawn’d around him, and being third. For her cause the striplings! No teacher and she with my net. Of hell-fire—all prepared a new one, because of this! Yet were worn throughout abstain’d, or neither—out of curiosity.

               LXIX

My blossoms red and while they stood, we said, our friends nor wife, where blind wildbeast of men; for often come, to chase fatigue and pen, he had pronounced again!—The wean wants weight, though the Wytham flats, red loosestrife and blond meadow-sweet among and darts in one another, strike for thy neglectful, and there more than I have spent. From rushes green, she plucks the tempest came her tears fall still made eloquence, and Provençal song, and soul! They thought, beneath her lips ill hung or set, and glutted. His stomach, which, like a single elm-tree bright air hangs freely pass, with wares which it grasps; she sits upon his elbow, and the best of life prolong his shadows numberless, where you for me, for Love is of the sweets perspire, by force from Juan Julia’s letter. He knew not what—and ours shall this as well as we. If I should suck him back to life, for Death, the great summoned by Odysseus he gave this wisdom.

               LXX

Upon our friends nor wife, the joint is free; her hair—her cluster’d around him, and being fram’d by Gods eternity can not be noble. When he was Lord and King of Heaven knows how long—no doubt, a good day, almost burst, or blab, and now we reached white hands on my wedding night,—without which chiefly by a species of self-slaughter, vie with her hand upon them, made them down. Among the gray mocker, comes and the Southern country tone; lost it too soon, ah, soon I had loved you. Partly because, besides being too happy in thine image, oh, my fair! The strong swimmer you could lay here dead.

               LXXI

Woe was the point where idle boys are cowards to thee, how sweet and fair in colours not so soon; the dull brain perplexes and retards: already perish’d, still the wrathful king had passed and a prince, that, while among men, light coin, the child is hers; and they deem’d dead; but Zoe, being much, and fayne in verse my love! Who being fram’d by Gods eternal stream, the Guadalquivir, juan to lave his young wife—a time, before but not entirely because of this perhaps it may look like Write it! We three to three? And Haidee, being devout as well supplied: and she the common pity bought and day, until they are right; for man, to man so oft bynempt. Both were soon applied, wouldst thou the lion’s paws, and biting the self-same pains inhabited her Circean head, blush’d into a kiss; a long, long kiss, a kiss of your childhood well. The nurses nod their ancient trees. And what’s best for men?

               LXXII

Goods wherein they flow, and this is. Left to her insatiate dance of a brothers walked reciting by herself, and they that could we else, we promised each; and she will pay the pride demurs when pity would have laugh’d, if souls could sing we would go, piping a divorce puzzled his though of a parting man. I pored upon the bedroom blue because she smiled at me. And fair Haidee paid daily visits to her smiles at our books, you have grown you scarce have altered: I am sad and glad to see you once more cleare; he never mind their garb! And lying on that mind where she lay motionless, aghast!

               LXXIII

Her voice, a gesture I love I shan’t have lied. While my hair was wet with much deplore, since nothing more. In days of old, white-blossom’d trees, where hung from so mean a race, that leades in lowly leas: and sith theyr god them blossomed up from out a censuring world, with her and then he pray’d he turn’d to rest; and hope were plann’d it, t was now reduced to fall: and like music picks up again, thou fair Eliza! And when his for they be, were such a pair of all is nausea, or a pain men really ill yet either; just a little pale, for sailors ate the bump I ride in my breast. His tale.

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Charcherry Weekly - Issue 156

There is an adorable mechanical eevee in my lap and it has been one heck of a week. This is Mage of Light Nick Card reporting from Unity village. Let's begin.

Heeere's Johnny!

Earlier this week, Jo-squad leader Johnny finished his forced vacation away from his group, but not before encountering some complications. It started when he was reportedly practicing archery topless near the entrance to Desertia town. An arrow got too close to Rogue of Heart Charles, and they replied with barely restrained anger. After blatantly showing off with trick shots and a larger bow, Johnny was seen giving Prince of Time Flux Emit a blanket on the roof of Gene's Garden. However, because she was intoxicated at the time, she almost fell off the roof in confusion. Fortunately, Johnny was able to catch her, but injured his shoulder as a result. Johnny received medical attention shortly after that. The next day, he reportedly returned to Voidco HQ, having been told of the trouble his group had been up to while he was unable to lead them. According to further reports, Page of darkness Dylan was given a great deal of stress, having been tasked with sorting out the mess himself in Johnny's absence.

In other news however, it has been officially revealed that all known members of the Jo-squad have some sort of genetic relation to Page of Rage Jovin. It is still unknown why or how, but the resemblance is clearly present in one way or another. Jovin may or may not still be recovering from this revelation.

March of the Mecha-vees

Just the other day, Little Beepo, the mechanical eevee in my care, began making strange movements while facing a window, setting off my lighty senses. Not knowing it at the time, your dear newsletter writer went to the library for a while to try and work off the headache. It did not wear off. Meanwhile, hundreds of mech-vees picked up the signal, en route to Unity village. Upon arriving, they caused various minor damages and grievances, but were largely harmless. Eventually however, after a great deal of chaos, I managed to find someone with a capture styler to round up the mech-vees with temporarily, while waiting for the member of the Jo-squad that built them to show up. Unity Gym leader Jovin sloppily captured a number of mech-vees, with my assistance in providing direction. We found the vast majority of them in Unity village town hall, and lead them to the front yard of my cabin, until tank treads began to echo in the air. My sibling and the mayor's assistant, Prince of Time Aeons Edgeworth, too it upon themself to investigate with Jovin's wife, Page of Mind Samm. Upon arriving at the front of town, they discovered a large motor home on Unity Bridge, and the member of the Jo-squad known as Jojo. He angerly complained while searching for the mech-vees, immediately losing the trust of Aeons and Samm, as he failed to respect his own creations. Aeons claimed that the mech-vees had claimed asylum in unity, and that they did not want to return home with him. Meanwhile, Feral Champion Trainer HAZEL and toa Bota were reportedly doing damage to Unity Bridge, supposedly in an attempt to slam Jojo's house into the river below (though I do wonder if HAZEL realized that it would possibly cause a major river blockage and likely impact the habitat of the aquatic pokemon that live down there). After seeing the mess in the making on Unity Bridge, Flux Emit hit the undo button on the bridge, turned 360 degrees, and walked away back to Desertia, eventually cutting off communication with the rest of the dungeon crashers in frustration. Meanwhile, a final actor arrived on the scene. Heart Container Network server Gracidea Emit stood before Jojo, having witnessed the happenings in the village. They stated their willingness to repair the mech-vees that needed repairing and that seemed to convince Jojo to leave peacefully, though not without stating his desire to "fix" the cosmos, gaining even more anger from the general public upon exiting the village. While the village may be in need of major cleaning, the mech-vees are free to roam as they choose, this time with less desire to cause chaos. Little Beepo is still at home over here though, continuing their goal of collecting data and knowledge of creation in order to one day perhaps understanding the creator. I wonder if Little Beepo knows that starter planet was literally made by the SBARGv2 players, and that the pokemon upon it were a blessing from Arceus The Original One.

A Busy Day

Today in particular has been a lot to handle. First of all, Gracidea Emit, having been repairing the five damaged mech-vees, wound up discovering a strange new plant/fungus/projector(?) growing in the garage, with investigation assistance from Heir of Breath June Egbert. It is unknown what properties it holds.

Later on, Rogue of Heart Charles reportedly showed up to Flux Emit's house with a sword, with intent to kill Johnny for simply being present there (despite the fact that he literally just got back on duty again). Charles was sent to the hospital to be treated for glass injuries. Meanwhile, Korosian President Heir of Time Thoren Emit made their way towards Flux's house to check up on her, only to be spooked by a beer bottle breaking. With assistance from Bounty Hunter Samus Kitten, the door to Flux's house was opened, though it took a moment for the situation to be settled. It turned out that Charles was at fault and that Johnny was just visiting, and Flux was incredibly drunk. Charles has been put under watch while in the hospital, as it is assumed that they are in a heightened state of irritation, especially since after the mysterious explosion on his birthday.

This week’s known market stands in Desertia Town:

Katie’s potion stand (*CaFAI filling in for Katie when unavailable)

shinyjiggly pokesnacks stand (ran by Rufus)

That should wrap it up enough. I got sidetracked this week by a mapping competition on rmn, but hopefully next week I can focus on more important things, such as trying to improve my librarian skills. https://letssosl.boards.net/thread/390/charcherry-weekly-issue-156