#how can a serpent be boxy??

[lightninghikaru]

Sonic basked in the fresh ocean air in the late evening. Most of the crew was asleep and Sonic had asked to chill in the crow’s nest for a bit to look at the stars. To think that not too long ago he believed the crew of the Final Hazard would eat him. Now he walks amongst the crew as if he were one of them. Even becoming friends with Shadow…

He had become so accommodating to him lately. Noticeably so… Ever since Shadow had opened up about Maria he began to see it. His own thoughts were swimming thinking about the vampiric captain. The small gestures, smoother tone to his voice… That dance…

“Omega told me you were up here.” Sonic practically yelps not expecting to see Shadow appear only a few feet from him. He could feel his face becoming hot and was thankful it was dark. “Is everything alright?”

“Y…yeah, you scared me. I just wanted to see the stars for a bit.” Sonic said composing himself. “Seeing them reflected off the ocean when it’s this calm is really something.”

“Stargazing is one of the reasons I enjoy being on the ocean. The major cities are becoming too bright with their constant lanterns. It’s impossible to see the stars.” Shadow said.

Sonic glanced over seeing the soft smile Shadow gave as he was glancing up at the sky, the reflections of starlight twinkle against his ruby eyes.

Oh…

“Glad we’re able to see it like this.” Sonic said looking back up at the sky.

“I agree, you can see the constellation of Light Gaia and Dark Gaia clearly.” Shadow said,

“I don’t think I know that one.” Sonic said.

Shadow leans closer, pointing up into the sky. Tracing with his finger the outline of the two constellations. “There, and there.  They look like they are about to fight. Do you see?” Shadow asked as Sonic felts Shadow’s shoulder brush up against his own.

Oh no…

His heart began to race at the realization of how close they were. It didn’t seem that Shadow minded the contact. Why was he just now putting the pieces together? He’s the fastest thing alive why did it take him this long to figure it out?

He has feelings for Shadow.

“Y… Yeah! I think I do?” Sonic stammered as he tries to keep his eyes on the sky. He had completely missed Shadow’s gestures to the stars but didn’t want to show his thoughts were otherwise occupied.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Shadow huffed. Lightly tilting Sonic’s head up higher before tracing the forms again. A grouping of stars in similar size. One more of a serpent visage and the other more boxy.

“Oh! I see it!” Sonic said sounding proud of himself. “Thanks,” Sonic smiles brightly as Shadow looks away.

“Would you… like company?” Shadow asked.

“Sure! Any other constellations you know about?” Sonic said as Shadow nods.

“One moment.” Shadow disappears in a mist before returning with a blanket he hands to Sonic, “Don’t need you catching a cold.” Sonic smiles taking the blanket and laying down on the ground of the crow’s nest patting next to him for Shadow to join.

Shadow smiles back before lying next to him and starts explaining the stars to him as Sonic listened intently with a smile on his face. Occasionally stealing glances at Shadow.

[phanamu]

I'm having a highly self-indulgent writing day so I'ma post a thing I just wrote about some OCs I got rattling around.

Peer beneath the read more if you're curious.

Have you heard? There's a new shop in Elmerton.

It's on the corner of 31st and Ocean Avenue, you know, where the old jewelry store used to be? It was bought up recently by a single mom with two kids. Sweet lady, very pretty, Greek. Goes by "Faye" or something, though I don't think that's how it's spelled. Don't ask me to even try with their last name, all I got was that it started with a K.

Anyway, this shop, it's called The Serpent's Nest. I think it earns its name on account of all the snake details in their decorating, especially the wallpaper. It sells occult stuff. You know: crystals, incense, bells-books-and-candles. She uses the old display cases to show statues and burners and cards and stuff instead of jewelry and she turned the bay window into a reading nook for people to try before they buy.

Not that kitschy kid stuff either I'm talking at least three double-sided bookshelves worth of spellbooks and junk written by people who take it serious. The ones that tell you what to do when the sixth moon is in the house of whatever, like they got in the Skulk and Lurk. The kind of stuff that would make most people ask what she does every month outside October if she wasn't setting up shop next to the most haunted town in Illinois.

Oh, and she's got a massive herb and spice section along the left wall and a fridge at the back so that she can make that crunchy health-nut money, too -- almost everything homegrown and homemade, apparently, or else sourced local. She said she had a garden or greenhouse on the roof of the building she keeps tended, along with a couple of those big boxy beehives beekeepers got. I guess they own the building and live on the upper floor.

Anyway, I got a really nice pomegranate honey for my granddad there, and she let me put up a flyer for his yarn stall at the Farmer's Market on the board she's got next to the door. Showed up the Wednesday after, too, and actually bought something. Like I said, sweet lady.

She doesn't dispense drugs, far as I know, but she's apparently working on getting a pharmaceutical license. Getting in on that holistic medicine business too, I guess, though she was pretty quick to tell a guy that his eczema problem is probably better taken care of at a doctor's than anything she's got. Pretty sure she was letting him down gently, but you know. Classy.

Yeah yeah I know I sound half in-love but if you'd seen her you'd get it. She's got that classic dark lady witchy thing going with the long purple dresses and the smoky eyeshadow and bold brown lipstick. She keeps her black hair tied back in this scarf up-do thing and she has curls and waves my sister would kill for. I know her eyes are brown but I swear that they look gold in the right light. Whole family has that, actually. And she's got this little smile like she knows something you don't but you can find out if you pay attention.

Some people get all the charisma, I tell you. Must be great for business. Well, when she's behind the counter, anyway. Sometimes it's one of her kids instead. Day and night, those two.

The older one is built like an Amazon and dresses like she either just got back from beating the hell out of a punching bag at the local gym or like she just got out from under a car that needed a tune-up. She works that whole atheleisure style with a long braid and extra grease stains. Maybe a leather jacket. Killer smile, must be another family thing, though hers made me feel a little bit like she knew she could crush me like a soda can if I crossed her and it's lucky for me that she's in a good mood today. Pretty, but intimidating, y'know?

Name's Diana, if I heard her mom right, though they were speaking Greek at the time so that's just a guess. I pity the guy who tries to hit on her mom while she's in earshot.

The other kid? Man. That one is... Well, they look like their mom? Except. Shorter and sharper. And more dark, like, dressing for your funeral but there's an MCR concert later kind of dark. You know how some people in that scene do. They didn't tie their hair back so it was just curl city like a cross between a Gothic dandelion and a sheep from hell, add some silver jewelry. Their eyeliner had wings clean enough to slice a man but they're also flat as a board so I mean. Hard to tell if they're a boy or girl.

Hey, I'm not saying that to be mean! They look like the kind of person that either likes confusing people, collects knives, or both. They were professional enough behind the counter -- not your typical glass-eyed Daria wannabe -- but they had this way of staring into your soul like they were debating how hard it'd be to pick you out from between their teeth if you took too long to get your change out of your pocket. Not sure if I ever actually saw them blink while I was working that out.

I only got some of their name because their sister wrangled them into something like a human shape when they had their shift change. Still speaking Greek, mind, so it was either Andre or Andrea. Something like that. Wasn't like I really had room to ask for clarification when they were up the stairs so quickly. Barely even heard their footsteps hit the ground.

I think the both of them are going to Casper High next semester. I tried to give their mom a heads up about our whole ghost thing, mention how Phantom pretty much called dibs on our airspace. She didn't seem too worried, but hey. The new people rarely do.

Anyway, it'll be nice to have a fresh source of ghost gear that doesn't have the name Fenton on it, even if it is a little old school. Assuming any of it works, I think those three are going to do pretty well for themselves around here. Can hardly do worse than the old mayor, right?

So. Wanna go?

[imaginebeautifulworlds]

Loved By Seven | Chapter 2

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Human!Reader, Peacock!Seokjin, Serpent!Yoongi, Hawk!Hoseok, White Tiger!Namjoon, Merman!Jimin, Leopard!Taehyung, Wolf!Jungkook

Summary: Hiking was just an activity to get you out of the apartment, the last thing you imagined was ending in a whole different world by touching a jewel. That not being enough you end up meeting seven hybrids, and they all claim you shared the Connection with each of them making you their partner for life

Notes: Hi! I took a lot to upload this chapter right? I’m so sorry, but I’m almost up with my thesis and it takes basically all my time; also this chapter was getting way too long so I cut it and decided to make the second part the third chapter of this story, and when I was reading there were a lot of things a didn’t like it so I wrote it again I hope you guys like it. The first receveid so much love and I’m really thankful for that, so I hope this second chapter lives to your expectations. Help, likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated. English is not my first language so pardon me if anything is misspelled or grammatically incorrect. Also the main idea came from a webtoon but I can’t remember it’s name. Enjoy!

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With your cheeks still wearing the color red, Taehyung starts walking again, with Jiwoo by his side, and from what you’re seeing the city is surrounded by forest “Hey, Taehyung is the city surrounded by forest?” “Yes, most of us, hybrids, like to maintain the connection we have with nature, sometimes we like to go and transform so we can run or simply act more with our animal side. There’s also a part facing the sea, for sea creatures to also have their natural habitat” He explains to you, and you’re wondering how much strength does he have because you’re in his arms, walking for who knows how long and talking as if none of the above is happening. “Mm Taehyung?” He looks at Jiwoo for a moment acknowledging her, before turning his eyes towards the road ahead again “Shouldn’t we take N/N to a hospital so they can look at her ankle?” After Jiwoo mentions the word “hospital” Taehyung looks at your eyes for a moment before looking at your swollen ankle and then looks back at you with uncertain eyes “What is it? There are no hospitals here? Hospitals are where sick people get treated to get better” An amused smile appears on his face after your poor explanation of a what a hospital is “I know what a hospital is Beautiful” As if on cue your cheeks get red again after he says the word “We have hospitals here, actually is one of the best in the world” Now you’re the one with an awkward smile, what were you thinking? No hospitals? In a world that looks like is better than yours? “I want to take you but I don’t want to get away from you” He mumbles in almost an inaudible voice, but you got most of it thanks to the proximity between you two, and apparently Jiwoo has an incredible ear because she covers her mouth when she starts laughing. After a few seconds his face lights up as if he got the best idea ever “Let’s go to my apartment, I know a doctor, a female one who already has a partner, who can treat you” finishing the sentence he looks at you with that boxy smile you’re falling in love with Wait, what? What are you thinking F/N? You barely know the man you think to yourself “Wait, what does it matter if she gets treated by a woman?” Jiwoo asks and the leopard turns to her like she grew a second head, but she’s not looking at him instead her eyer are on the road ahead and continues “and what that she has a partner? I don’t think that should matter when a patient is treated” while finishing the sentence she looks at him, surprise fills her features by the incredulous eyes watching her “what?” Jiwoo says in a tiny voice “because I don’t want to take any risks” Taehyung answers with a voice that drips obviousness.

At this point you know that somehow you’re in a parallel universe, and you’re pretty sure Jiwoo is thinking the same. To make a point you start a list in your head: 1. It’s not normal for a human to have animal traits as body parts, 2. Humans don’t catch smells from others, just like body odor, but Taehyung is talking about a smell coming from me, 3. What the hell is a Connection? He talks about as if it’s the most important thing in life, 4. Also, how is he so freakishly strong? He’s carrying me and my backpack, which was pretty heavy when I carried descending that damn hill, 5. How can I trust him, when all the things coming from his mouth are so bizarre, I mean he’s talking about me being his partner by that weird smell reason, 6. He’s not taking me to a hospital but to HIS apartment, just because he “doesn’t want take risks” what does that even mean?. On Taehyung’s side the thoughts going through his mind are similar How these two human women don’t know about The Connection? I mean this is known globally; the only thing he knows for sure is that he’s not going to let his partner get away from him. Unknowingly to the other, both of you think We need to talk.

Walking through the city, the sun it’s high in the sky indicating it was probably noon, surprising the two girls. It doesn’t look like a big city, but it’s still busy with life. There are cars, taxis, buses, very modern buildings, things they didn’t expect, because of the looks of Taehyung, despise his clothes, the two girls thought they were going to find something old fashion and a little bit barbaric, but they were speechless with the beauty of this city. Although there is something that surprised them: the people, mostly, were half animal half human, some of them seemed to be completely humans but it wasn’t an information easily proofed.

The three of you seemed to be closer to your destination because Taehyung couldn’t stop talking, though he seems to be talking with himself forgetting you’re in his arms “I’m going to take such care of you…we are going to have beautiful cubs because you’re so beautiful…I’m going to give you everything you want in the world, because you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and the prettiest girl deserves everything she wants” and with each phrase coming out of his lips you’re eyes get bigger and you’re face gets so red Jiwoo thought you were gonna faint from such quantity of blood in your face, something Taehyung didn’t mind because to him it means you’re liking everything he’s saying, instead of embarrassing you. To your relieve, you three stop in front of a tall building “this is where I live” Taehyung says. Still in his arms, your little group get in the elevator, the hybrid marking the number 10. Taehyung descends the elevator first walking through a hall until getting in front of a door, Jiwoo following close by, he opens it revealing a very modern and a very cozy apartment; when he enters with you, you think is very much like him, the décor goes with his bubbly personality.

Already inside by the door Jiwoo asks “Taehyung we need to rest her ankle properly and call the doctor” you look up at him “Oh, sure…let’s go” He walks towards the hall, and opens the door at the end of the it. Inside it’s a bed big enough for at least three people, he puts you down on the bed with the most utter care “Thank you, Taehyung” you give him a small smile “I really love when you say my name” he whispers. Raising up from your side, he walks to the door “Jiwoo, you can install here” feeling nobody is following him, the hybrid walks back to his room encountering with two girls already asleep. But F/N should sleep with me in my room it’s the first thought that crosses his mind, although you’re sleeping so soundly he closes the door with a pout on his face.

Taehyung walks to the kitchen and with cellphone in hand he calls the doctor “Hi Nia, how are you? I’m glad. Hey, I need your help. My partner had an accident and her ankle is swollen, could you please come and check it out?…Yes, no problem you can come later…See you” with that resolved he goes back to his room. Your face is facing the door, hypnotized by your face he walks towards your sleeping form seating on the floor next to you. He just watches your face, the little movements you make in your sleep, the way you snore and drool yourself but even then he can’t find a single flaw. Maybe because of the earlier events of the day he yawns starting to feel so tired, he falls sleep and unconsciously transforms into his animal form next to you in his bed.

After a few hours you wake by two things, first you feel so hot like having a radiator next to you but this radiator has fur and whiskers, and second the doorbell is ringing. Opening your eyes you see a leopard next to you, still not processing everything that happened to you that day you scream at top of your lungs waking up a sleeping Jiwoo, apparently next you on an unknown bed, who starts screaming with you when spotting the big carnivore next to you, and a sleeping leopard that almost falls off the bed “what? What happened? Are you alright?” The freaking leopard just talked is your first thought after Taehyung spoke. Somehow after hearing his voice the events of today start to go through your mind, but just to be sure you ask “Taehyung?” And the leopard, with, what it looks like, a worried face answers “Yes” and just then he notices he’s on the bed and not next to it like he remembers, and on top of that he’s in four legs “I’m a leopard, right?” You and Jiwoo, cowering behind you, nod to the animal “I’ll be right back” He walks towards, what it appears to be, the bathroom.

After a few minutes, and the doorbell still ringing, a human dressed Taehyung comes out of the bathroom “I’m so sorry, I don’t know when I fell asleep or when I transformed, it usually happens when I’m too tired…I’m sorry” in the last apology he’s looking at you in the eyes, but when he sees you kneeling he gasps “F/N your damaging more your ankle” it wasn’t until he mentioned it that you felt the pain in your ankle “Ouch…” “Please, lay down” He, with a bit of uncertainty and shaking hands, reaches to help you accommodate your body; “Taehyung, the doorbell has been ringing for several minutes now” Jiwoo remembers, and like he just realized that he answers “Oh, yeah…I’m gonna see who it is”.

Taehyung stands up and exits his bedroom to head up to the door, to open to, who he assumes, is his friend. Opening the door he finds the familiar face of a bunny hybrid, Nia. “Hi, Nia” he steps aside so the woman could enter the apartment, “You do know I’ve been ringing for like forever right?” she says with a slight annoyed tone in her voice “and I heard some screaming, are you okay? Who else is here? As far as you’ve told me, you live alone” he stars to respond in order “I know you’ve been ringing for a while, I’m sorry…it’s just that…something happened” his response come between pauses “One of those who screamed is the one who needs your help…and from now on I won’t be living alone anymore” he says the last with the biggest smile Nia has seen in Taehyung’s face since they met “Wait, you said partner on the phone…did you find them?” she asks with a smile of her own “Yes” he giggles saying the word “Oh My God Taehyung that’s amazing I know you’ve been dying to find them…take me to them so I can see what needs my help” “Yes, she’s in my room” he starts walking towards the wall and eventually enters the room with the doctor tailing behind.

Jiwoo and F/N are on the bed, the first is sitting while the latter is laying down with her ankle on top of one of the pillows; you both see them enter the room, Taehyung wearing a small smile and a woman with bunny ears, apparently, attached to her head, wearing a doctor coat. “Hi, you’re probably the one I’m checking? My name is Nia” “Yeah, I’m F/N…I hurt my ankle when I was chased by wolves” you explain looking at your swollen ankle “Okay, let me check it” she says sitting down next to your ankle and starts applying some pressure to the red area, when she touches the most swollen part you let out a hiss and retrieve your ankle a little bit, this action makes Taehyung, who’s standing next to you, come closer and let’s out a low growl, thinking his friend is hurting his partner, which makes the ears of the doctor bend a little bit. Watching this, you immediately put your hand on his, almost unconsciously, and try to calm him down which works because instead of paying attention to the bunny he looks at your hand on top of his with surprise filling his face, since it’s the first time you have initiated physical contact with him.

After the doctor finishes touching your ankle she applies ointment in the affected area, and starts wrapping your ankle in bandages saying “Well, F/N you suffered a sprain, it’s not serious but you need to apply ointment everyday and keep the bandages for at least two weeks, while this time passes try not to support your ankle and after the two weeks start slowly. If it gets to swollen before bandaging it use ice, and if you’re in too much pain take a painkiller. Do you have any questions?” “No ma'am” you watch closely how she’s bandaging your ankle so you could do it later, what you didn’t notice was how Taehyung was also very concentrated, so much he even got closer, in Nia’s hands as she was wrapping your ankle so he could do it for you later. Jiwoo’s paying attention to the devoted emotion in Taehyung’s eyes when he’s looking at you and how his tongue sticks out a little bit when paying attention to the doctor, making her think maybe this Connection he’s talking about is no joke, this looks like the real deal. “Thank you so much Doctor Nia, can I take a painkiller…ummm…there was something that made me apply pressure to my ankle” you look sideways at Taehyung thinking he wouldn’t notice but he did, then you hear a little whine that seemed to have come out of a kitty but when you look at the leopard you see his sorrowful face with watery eyes making yours big and surprised; Nia stifling a laugh at the interaction of you two says “Yeah. Sure, there’s no problem but try” looking at Taehyung “to not do it for these days, okay?” You nod at her “Thank you” you smile at the woman “I’ll lead you to the door Nia” says the male hybrid when the bunny finishes packing, and the two hybrids walk through the hall towards the door, once they’re at the door “She seems to be wary of you…as if she doesn’t understand why you’re acting the way you are and I’m asking myself why is her friend here too” she says looking at him with curiosity in her eyes “It’s difficult to explain” he answers taking, unconsciously, his hand to the back of his head with his tail flicking behind him “Okay, take care of both of you, Jace is waiting for me” “Bye Nia, thank you so much” she waves walking towards the elevator.

Taehyung closes the door and immediately walks to kitchen to fill a glass with water, once in the room he passes it to you silently, which you accept it wordlessly, and walks to the bathroom; he opens a cabinet and takes out a box of painkillers and brings it to you “Thank you, Taehyung” you throw him a smile, and swallow the pill, that almost make him smile, but he knew he had to apologize to you for frightened you “Beautiful I’m so sorry for scaring you like that” he kneels in front of you with a watery pout “Sometimes when I’m really tired I transform unknowingly” some tears fall from his eyes “Please don’t be scared of me I’m not going to hurt you…ever. I’m still me even in my animal form so don’t fear me” he grabs one of your hands in both of his giving it tiny kisses. You a little bit flustered because of this type of affection say “Hey, hey Taehyung…you don’t have to be sorry, I mean…you have to understand that where we come from you don’t wake up next to a leopard and leave to tale the tale” you leave your hand in his “So I’m sorry if you were hurt by my actions” he’s still crying so you summon enough courage to scratch behind his ear, thus, to your surprise, he starts purring and melts in your lap like a cat enjoying the affection which brings a bright smile to your face “If we can stay here you have to get used to these kind of reactions because all of this is new to us” you say still scratching his ears. Opening his mouth to answer you, your stomach decides to speak for itself announcing your need for food, you look a Taehyung, who’s rising his face from your lap, with a crimson face after giving a nasty look to your stomach. “A proper dinner is coming ” He says with what looks like a serious face, or at least the attempt of one because you can see the corners of his lips are rising a little bit. “Please, I’m starving” it’s with the mention of food that Jiwoo decides to speak after watching the honey dripping scene.

Taehyung leaves the room to make you three something to eat, but with everything that happened and the painkiller doing its work you fall asleep again. With the hybrid no longer in the room, Jiwoo takes in the spacious room you both are in, she knows this is probably his room but there’s no way she’s gonna let her friend alone with a man who clearly has an interest (or maybe something more) in her: it has a king size bed, a nightstand in each side of the bed, a desk with the chair, and two doors: opening one she finds a giant bathroom with a gigantic shower and bathtub and his supplies, and opening the other one she finds an enormous closet filled with various clothes mainly somewhat formal attires. With the little tour done, Jiwoo decides to take everything out of the backpacks and put it where it should, finishing the task she rests her head on the pillow and without noticing she falls asleep.

Chapter 3

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[thenixkat]

The less common pop culture dragon review (4 limbs, no wings, 1 head) part 1

(I’mma cut you off before you say ‘oh you mean drakes’. No, not necessarily. Also also drakes don’t necessarily have legs and sometimes they have wings.)

Beaucephalis from Dragon Booster

8/10. Chin man. Iconic design. Can shapeshift a little. Do like the special dragon’s color being black. Chin for days. This dragon has metal scales, metal bones, and can use magnetism to push/pull or stick things. Also a fast man, a racing dragon.

Greymon from Digimon

10/10. Another iconic dragon. Of the dino dragon sort. Also the greymon in that first movie is damn sexy. Just something about a fire breathing therapod-ish shaped monster captures the imagination. The blue and orange is a good color combo and the horned helmet puts it above the other basic dino monsters.

Guilmon also from Digimon

10/10. Another firebreathing dino mosnter but baby. This is a good lad. I love boxy head dino dragons. Also has those neat dragon wing ears which are a good touch.

Najarala from Monster Hunter

9/10. It’s a snek! Between the parrot beak, tusks, and blocky aardvark claws its very fun to look at. The long blocky scales and plates evoke a feathered serpent without having feathers. It rattles its tail, has a paralysing bite, can explode its shed scales with sound, and has a sonic attack. A very good loud snek.

Haku from Spirited Away

9/10. A very majestic young river god. I like his wolf head and how we get to see his very sharp teeth. His birdy feet are neat. I loved how he disintegrated in a shower of silver scales turning to his humanoid form, that bumps him up a notch. I don’t really have much to say about his humanoid form. 

Good Imoogi/Celestial Dragon from Dragon Wars

6/10. Colors are murky and the environment/background does not help. Like the fun going down the back instead of fur. Face is certainly craggy and interesting. Also I don’t usually get to see this kind of dragon get into a knock down drag out fight like that all that often. Also we do see it metamorphosize from a different type of dragon! Which is neat.

Sisu from Raya and the Last Dragon

3/10. Oof. That’s disappointing. Yeah that’s a dissapointment. Real naga look pretty darn cool, that’s.... no. She ain’t got no tusks. Not even whiskers if were pulling from any of the other Asian dragons. She also could have used stronger definition in her coloring, her colors run together. I do like her human form, she looks very personable and kinda awkward and fun loving by the face.

Mushu from Disney’s Mulan

5/10. Mustache. Very tiny and rather simple. Almost looks like he’s got hooves. Like his voice.

Godzilla Jr. from Godzilla the Animated Series

9/10. I love him. He’s sexy. I also love his mom but his mom doesn’t spit green fire. The very lean therapod-ish body is a breath of fresh air, also works well with the humany arms. I love the boxy head plus the jutting chin. Also the streamlined shape of the spines. Favorite godzilla.

Deino from Pokemon

10/10. A BABY! A goth baby. Fuzzy goth baby with no eyes. I love it. Nintendo let this be my starter!

[kythen]

Good Omens - let sleeping snakes lie

Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale

Summary: The world doesn't end. Crowley falls asleep. And Aziraphale stays by his side, waiting for him to wake up again.

Also found here on AO3.

Word count: 4,621

Aziraphale has been here for a week, tentatively settled down in the chic, boxy, modern flat Crowley calls home as they try to figure out what to do after the end of the world had been averted and they had both abruptly resigned—or were at least taking an extended sabbatical with no conclusive end—from their respective jobs. Some days, he is here and some days they spend over at his bookshop, where Crowley lounges on one of Aziraphale’s armchairs, making interjections as Aziraphale reads passages from his books aloud to him.

It is a comfortable sort of peace that has settled between them, with neither of them having to look over their shoulders or weigh the consequences of their every move. Aziraphale feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, the sinking guilt that has dogged him persistently since the Beginning miraculously vanished after he had bluffed his way in and out of Hell. And perhaps Crowley feels that way as well, given by how languid and relaxed he looks—truly, this time, not the false bravado that had been carrying him through the millennia—all bundled up in a heap of snake on the floor.

Aziraphale lets him be, because it is the demon’s home after all and he can sleep on the floor all he likes. He finds his way into Crowley's kitchen, which is every bit as sleek and modern as the rest of his flat, and puts on the kettle for tea, wondering if Crowley will wake up in time to join him.

Crowley doesn't, sleeping through tea and dinner, until it is late enough that Aziraphale feels like he should be retiring to the bedroom Crowley had miracled into existence for him. He doesn't seem to have moved at all from his spot on the floor even though it has long gone cold after the sun had set and Aziraphale briefly wonders if Crowley was going to embark on another century-long nap. Given how exhausting the past two weeks have been, Aziraphale wouldn't blame him at all if he does, but he thinks that it would be a little bit lonely not having Crowley's company. They had been seeing each other more often, not just the once a decade or once a century, or even once a millennium, interactions they had had in the past six thousand years, and Aziraphale doesn't know if he is quite ready to return to the past status quo between them.

Something had… shifted between them since they averted the end of the world and Aziraphale sort-of-but-not-really moved into Crowley's flat when he thought his bookshop was well and truly gone. His bookshop had come back, thanks to Adam, but Crowley hadn't retracted his offer to let Aziraphale stay at his place and Aziraphale hadn't thought to move out so here they are, in a cohabitation situation that neither of them had actually discussed aloud.

It is this strange shift between them that emboldens Aziraphale to putter over to where Crowley is sleeping on a heap on the ground. While he doesn't indulge in sleep as much as Crowley does, he thinks that it would be far more comfortable for Crowley to sleep somewhere else, like the spectacular bed he has in his bedroom, rather than on the cold, hard floor. Aziraphale crouches down, reaching his hands out to Crowley's glittering black-scaled body, not quite sure if he should pick him up or just gently shake him awake—where was the shoulder on a snake's body anyway? After a brief moment of consideration, Aziraphale settles for stroking a tentative finger down Crowley's spine, in the vicinity of where he guesses a shoulder might be if snakes were to have one.

“My dear,” Aziraphale calls softly, “wouldn't it be more comfortable for you to move to your bed if you're going to sleep?"

No response. For the briefest moment, Aziraphale fears that Crowley might have expired while sleeping—even though immortal snakes can't quite pass on in their sleep—but then Crowley's mesmerising coils shift ever so slightly to reveal an irate snout. Crowley flicks his forked tongue out at him once, then tucks his snout into his coils and goes back to sleep.

Crowley hadn't said a word, but Aziraphale gets the impression that Crowley had just called him something rude in Snake. Either that or he had simply stuck his tongue out at him, which was rude by itself in all languages.

"Well," Aziraphale says, straightening up from his crouch and brushing his hands off, "if the floor suits you, I'll leave you be then. Goodnight, Crowley."

As he switches off the lights and walks back to his bedroom, he thinks he hears the faintest sleepy hiss come from somewhere behind him.

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In the morning, the sun rises, Aziraphale rises, but Crowley does not.

After getting dressed, Aziraphale opens his door and looks down the corridor to see the same black-scaled heap sprawled out on the ground. A shaft of morning sun slides in through the windows and Crowley is engulfed in it, taking up as much of the sun as he can, while still being obviously asleep.

Aziraphale makes himself breakfast in Crowley's kitchen, miracling himself a copy of the morning's paper, then makes his way back into the room with the plants and, now, one snake. The first time he had stepped into Crowley's flat, the poor things had been shivering from head to toe as Crowley advanced upon them, turning his black gaze over every beautifully verdant leaf. Aziraphale had wanted to compliment Crowley on his fine, if not unexpected, gardening skills, until Crowley had opened his mouth and spoke to his plants, not in the tender, loving way some gardeners are wont to do, but with a hiss and a thinly veiled threat.

The plants had still been trembling last night when Crowley had settled down amidst them and fallen asleep, but upon realising that their master would probably not be waking up any time soon, they had fallen still. As Aziraphale steps into the plant room with a mister in hand, he swears that he can hear a palpable sigh reverberate through the room.

Aziraphale knows that Crowley has intimidated his beautiful plants into their spectacular lushness, but even so, they won't be able to thrive without basic necessities like sunlight and water. He doesn't know if Crowley would mind if he cares for his plants while Crowley is taking an extended break from consciousness, but after a brief moment of hesitation, he goes about with misting the plants just like how he had seen Crowley do it—minus the yelling. And if he whispers little words of encouragement and praise as he goes about with it, well, Crowley doesn't need to know about it.

Twice, while going from plant to plant, Aziraphale nearly trips over the obstacle that the Serpent of Eden makes on the floor. The third time he stumbles, he thinks that he has had enough. This might be the demon's flat but Aziraphale is here too now and if he has to step over Crowley every time he wants to water the plants, he thinks that Crowley is in great danger of being trod on.

"Crowley, you're in the way," Aziraphale informs the sleeping snake and, unsurprisingly, receives no answer.

Aziraphale puts the plant mister down. He rolls up his sleeves methodically, taking great care with one and then the other, then crouches down and gives Crowley a business-like look.

"I'm going to lift you up now," Aziraphale warns him, giving Crowley five seconds to react, before he dives right in with his hands and scoops him up with infinite care.

Contrary to how he looks, Aziraphale has snake-wrangled before, first in the Garden of Eden with the many snakes who had looked at the first humans with far too much interest. He hadn't hurt any of them, given that they had done nothing to warrant that, but he had relocated them to sheltered nooks and shallow creeks in the Garden that were safe from harm and harming. Snakes had been a great constant throughout history, with one snake more constant than the others in Aziraphale's personal history, and the last time he had needed to wrangle a snake was when he was in Australia in the last century or so. There had been plenty of snakes then and there were only so many miracles he was entitled to in a day before it became "frivolous" so he had needed to deal with some of them in a more… hands-on way.

Crowley poses none of the challenges that the other snakes had given Aziraphale, hanging long and limp like a very heavy and inedible (very possibly venomous) strand of noodle in his arms. He is unusually long for a snake of his species, or the earthly species he is mimicking, and Aziraphale has to tamp down on the urge to just coil him up like an unwieldy garden hose and sling him over his shoulder. Instead, he does his best to gather up all the serpentine coils in his arms, cradling him to his chest as he heads towards Crowley's bedroom.

Aziraphale unravels Crowley onto his bed and even though his slitted golden eyes gleam back at Aziraphale as Aziraphale arranges his head comfortably on his pillow, Aziraphale knows that he is still well and truly dead to the world. With a gentle tug, Aziraphale draws the covers over the rest of Crowley's serpentine body and tucks him into bed decisively. If Crowley was going into hibernation for heaven knows how long, he should do it properly.

Brushing his hands off, Aziraphale lets himself out and shuts the door quietly behind him, leaving Crowley to his sleep.

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Crowley has been asleep for three days, which Aziraphale frankly finds excessive, barely budging when Aziraphale checks in on him from time to time. Crowley doesn't need food and water the same way that Earthly living beings do, but Aziraphale wonders if he will eventually get bored of sleeping and wake up. It has been three days since Aziraphale has returned to his bookshop and he is starting to feel a little restless.

After the apocalypse that wasn’t, it had become something of an unspoken arrangement between the both of them to spend most, if not all, of their time in each other's company. It wasn’t like they had any other jobs to be rushing off to and neither of them had formed close relationships with anyone else in the twenty-first century, apart from a budding friendship with the young anti-Antichrist Adam, the witch Anathema, and Newt. The double kidnapping and execution had put them on guard, and without Agnes to give them any more warnings, all they could do now was to keep an eye out for any other incoming threats. They were all each other had now, since they turned their backs on Heaven and Hell, and they had to watch out for each other and keep each other safe.

Or at least that was what they were supposed to do until Crowley decided to go into hibernation for an unspecified amount of time. The least he could do was tell Aziraphale how long he planned to sleep for this time, but all efforts at waking him up had either resulted in a very irate noodle or an unresponsive garden hose. There were only so many unflattering snake-like comparisons Aziraphale could come up with to pass the time before it got boring and Aziraphale thinks longingly of his books. He has yet to properly catalogue all of them after Adam made some very inspired additions to his collections.

He could nip out for the day and return in the evening, but the thought of leaving Crowley vulnerable and asleep in a place that two demons had already managed to storm into worries Aziraphale. What if Hell decides to come after Crowley? What if Heaven comes knocking on his door this time? The thought of something happening to Crowley while he is asleep, like painful disintegration via holy water, makes Aziraphale stay put in Crowley's flat for another day, watering Crowley's plants and rereading the painfully vapid magazines that Crowley has scattered tastefully around his designer flat.

The next day, Aziraphale wakes up, goes about with his usual breakfast-and-watering-the-plants routine, picks up a tabloid magazine he has read for the seventh time, and puts it down. He marches into Crowley's bedroom, where the snake has burrowed himself under the blankets, and takes a stand.

Ten minutes later, Aziraphale finds himself flagging down a taxi with a bagful of snake on one shoulder. He already feels much lighter in spirit, if not in shoulder, bubbling with anticipation at being able to return to his bookshop while keeping an eye on Crowley. Despite all the snake-wrangling, Crowley hadn't stirred at all when Aziraphale had bundled him up into a extra large messenger bag that he miracled up for the express purpose of snake-transporting. Anyone looking at Aziraphale standing on the street with Crowley in a bag on his shoulder would never have guessed that he was carrying a snake in his bag on the first try. They might suspect that something was up by the unusual size and bulkiness of the bag, but given the rarity of people casually carrying snakes around in bags around London, guessing that there was a snake in Aziraphale's bag would take the luck and deduction skills of someone very unusual.

A taxi pulls up along the curb before him and Aziraphale hefts the bag containing Crowley with a muted grunt as he gets in, careful not to bump his friend against the doorframe. He gives the taxi driver the address of his bookshop then settles in comfortably, arranging Crowley in the bag on his lap.

“What’ve you got there?” the taxi driver asks, settling one inquisitive eye on Aziraphale in the rear view mirror as he speeds off along the narrow streets of London.

“Nothing,” Aziraphale says quickly and that catches the driver’s attention. As the driver raises one eyebrow, opening his mouth as if he has half a mind to prod further, Aziraphale decides to save him the trouble and promptly puts his foot in his mouth. “Or something. But it’s perfectly safe, I assure you. Just a piece of luggage. Perfectly appropriate for riding a taxi.”

And it is at that precise moment that Crowley begins to snore.

Aziraphale has only heard it from him once or twice over the course of the past few days when Crowley had been decidedly comatose. It had sounded to him like the rustling of the leaves at first and he had thought that the poor plants were shivering because Crowley had finally woken up. However, when Aziraphale had gone to investigate, he realised that the plants were not shivering, Crowley had not moved from his spot on the floor, and that snakes could, in fact, snore.

Or, at least, snakes which were also demons could snore because Aziraphale has never been in prolonged close contact with another snake before and could not make a sweeping statement about them all.

The sound that Crowley makes that Aziraphale had classified as a snore is gentle, like the whooshing of breath through relaxed airways, only that in a snake, the gentle whooshing of breath comes out as more of a hiss. Aziraphale finds it adorable. Crowley as a snake is no more menacing to him than he is as a demon and he had found the sound soothing, in a way. Peaceful-like.

However, now in a taxi, with a driver whose attention had regretfully been brought to the something in the bag on Aziraphale’s lap, which is most certainly not nothing, but something, despite Aziraphale’s muddling assurances, Crowley’s little snake snores are causing Aziraphale an undue amount of stress.

"Aye, that is something indeed," the driver snorts, keeping his attention split between the road and Aziraphale. "Transporting contraband, are we?"

As Aziraphale stiffens up, ready to suggest to the driver that perhaps the road was all that needed watching and Aziraphale was a perfectly normal passenger with a perfectly normal bag, the driver catches his eye in the mirror. "No need to panic. I don't mind passengers taking their pets along on a ride. I'd just have appreciated a heads up."

Aziraphale nods shortly, crisis averted for the moment. The list of things he doesn't have to tell Crowley seems to keep growing. First, don't tell Crowley that he had looked after his plants during his absence from the waking world. Aziraphale is in no way responsible for the new buds on any of his plants, which had been so deprived of positive encouragement that they had thrown up all sorts of new colourful things the moment Aziraphale started praising them. Second, don't tell Crowley that he had been referred to as a pet. Aziraphale has never been out in public with Crowley as a snake and has never had the chance to witness what Crowley's reaction would be to being referred to as a pet, but he can guess that it wouldn't go down well with him.

"Why don't you take him out of the bag then?" the driver carries on. "The poor thing must be suffocating in there."

"Oh, I don't think that would be a good idea." Aziraphale flashes the man a faint smile. It is certainty thoughtful of him to care for the creature in Aziraphale's bag, but he suspects that the man is under the assumption that Crowley is something small and cute and furry, not something long and cute and scaly. "He's, um, shy."

The driver nods knowingly and they lapse into a comfortable silence that lasts for approximately five seconds before the driver opens his mouth again. "What kind—"

"Just drive please," Aziraphale suggests peevishly and the driver suddenly finds that the only thing holding his undivided interest is the road and getting his passenger to his destination in the safest and promptest manner possible.

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The days stretch out into weeks and the weeks into months and Crowley never does more than sleep-slither into a new patch of sunlight when the sun moves from east to west through Aziraphale's dusty shop window. Aziraphale still goes back to his Crowley's flat at night, to tend to the plants and discourage dust from settling on any of Crowley's designer furniture, but most of his time is spent here with his books. And with Crowley, who has been set aside in a cozy basket that Aziraphale had spotted in the front window of a furniture shop.

He still talks to the occasional customer and the neighbours and the various proprietors of his various favourite restaurants, but he comes to miss Crowley's sardonic drawl and wit. No one else has lived through the full run of human history like Aziraphale has and he misses talking to Crowley, reminiscing about the old days or getting his opinions on the newfangled technology that has been springing up all over the place. He can't understand half of what the teenagers on the street are talking about now without Crowley to keep him up to speed, and tables for one at restaurants never quite fit as right as tables for two.

To some extent, he understands Crowley's need for sleep. It had been an exhausting decade for the both of them, what with the end of the world business, and it had culminated spontaneously in them cutting off their ties with both Heaven and Hell rather dramatically, which were the only ties that either of them have ever had since the Beginning. Just as Crowley had sauntered from the ranks of Heaven to Hell, he had finally found his way out of Hell and into something that finally felt like freedom.

No one to tell them what to do. No need to send memos back to their respective head offices. No more constant surveillance and angels and demons dropping by out of the blue. (At least, for now.) For the first time in their very long existences, they are free to do as they like.

In this newfound freedom, Aziraphale reads. He (subtly) chases customers out of his bookshop and away from his precious first edition books with bad service, glowering looks, and damp, musty smells, and settles in with his books in the back room and reads. On the other hand, Crowley sleeps. Crowley has never had the same fondness for books that Aziraphale has, but he still listens when Aziraphale reads out loud and respects Aziraphale's need to hunch over a book for days without moving, and it is in that same way that Aziraphale respects Crowley's need for sleep.

He rearranges his bookshop to make a pocket of space for Crowley, putting the basket with a snug blanket in his back room, investing in a heat lamp for the days that the sun doesn't quite make it through the gloomy skies of London. In winter, when the damp chill permeates into the depths of the bookshop, Aziraphale takes up knitting. He has a lot of spare time now with only the bookshop to manage—and sometimes not even that because it had never been about sales and revenue with his bookshop. The little old lady who runs the tea shop across the road invites him over to her knitting club because he seems lonely without his boyfriend around. It takes the group of matronly old ladies that makes up her knitting club less than an hour to warm up to Crowley when Aziraphale brings him over in his messenger bag and they coo and fret over him so much that Crowley ends up with a whole collection of woollen sweaters to tide him through the winter. Aziraphale resolves to knit at least one human-shaped sweater for him so that Crowley can at least have something to keep him warm when he isn't snake-shaped.

The days are peaceful. It feels a lot like retirement, between the knitting club and sitting in his bookshop for days at end, with a book in hand, a cup of cocoa at his elbow, and a dozing snake curled up in his lap. Aziraphale still wishes that Crowley will wake up soon because he misses his voice and their conversations, the meaningful looks behind his dark glasses, and the shared memory of a world between them.  

But, at the very least, he is still here. In body, if not in consciousness. He is very small and very still in comparison to the lanky, swaggering figure he usually makes, but Aziraphale supposes that sometimes one finds the need to be very small and very still and away from the world for a while.

In the meantime, Aziraphale will just have to watch the world for both of them.

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Crowley wakes up warm. It is nice, having a source of heat to chase away the perpetual chill that comes with being cold-blooded. It is why he likes basking in the sun and on warm rocks and by cheery fireplaces and space heaters. A hand strokes down the length of his spine, familiar and, oh, that is nice. He wriggles a bit, smugly soaking up the attention from his angel and the heat from his touch before he reluctantly pours himself out of Aziraphale's lap and onto the seat next to him, fully formed in his human shape.

Crowley sprawls, boneless, on a sofa that is far too lumpy and soft to be his, and lets his gaze wander, taking in the cramped shelves and over-piled tables that make up Aziraphale's bookshop. The basket with the rumpled, slept-in blanket and the heat lamp are new additions, a section of table cleared away specially for them, as well as the selection of curiously colourful woollen tubes laid out beside the basket. He thinks he might have been wearing one of those, as a snake, and he scratches absently at where it had been willed away when he had shifted into his human shape.

"Good morning, my dear. Did you sleep well?" Aziraphale asks from beside him on the sofa, as if snakes slithered out of his lap to become Crowley every day. He is reading, because of course he is, but he places a bookmark between the pages and diverts his attention to Crowley with a smile as Crowley's travelling gaze settles on him.

All of Aziraphale's smiles are radiant—it comes with being a celestial being. However, over the millennia, Crowley has learnt to read the different kinds of smiles that Aziraphale wears. There is the default, genial smile that is wholeheartedly genuine and leaves him looking like someone's kindly old uncle. Then there are the strained smiles, which Crowley had been amply treated to during the starting days of their tentative acquaintanceship. One of his favourite Aziraphale smiles still has to be the devious ones, when Aziraphale feigns innocence the best he can while the little bit of bastard in him leaks out through the corners of his upturned lips.

And then there are these smiles, the ones that Crowley has been seeing more and more often when Aziraphale is around him. After Falling, the Grace had been stripped from Crowley, leaving him empty where he had felt so much before. He still feels the dark, bitter emotions that radiate from humans, like rage or misery or a deep, aching pain, but the good emotions that Aziraphale gets excited and natters on about are all but lost to him. It has been a long time since Crowley has been able to feel love, but when he looks at Aziraphale, who smiles at him with such a tenderness, with such a radiance that is all Aziraphale's and Aziraphale's alone, he thinks, that must be what love feels like.

"How long wasss I asssleep?" Crowley rasps out, his voice husky and still holding traces of a hiss from staying a snake for so long.

"About a year," Aziraphale says, after a brief moment of thought. "Not as long as your previous nap."

"I needed that." Crowley yawns, stretching out lazily on the sofa and hearing his body pop and crack most satisfyingly.

"I could tell," Aziraphale remarks fondly, the slightest hint of amusement slipping into his smile.

Crowley is still warm, his human body regulating his temperature much better than his snake body could, but Crowley thinks he could stand to be warmer. To be closer.

"'M not used to having arms and legs again." Crowley leans in, placing his head on Aziraphale's shoulder, his side fitting comfortably against Aziraphale's soft and giving body as he slumps against him, like two halves of a book coming perfectly together. "Will you hold me again, angel? Just until I get the feeling in my limbs back."

Crowley's hand had fallen accidentally-on-purpose in the vicinity of Aziraphale's, a gentle suggestion that lies between them, and Aziraphale slips his hand into Crowley's, his delicate fingers weaving between Crowley's spindly ones and holding him fast.

"Of course. For as long as you need me to, my dear." With practised ease, Aziraphale picks up his book with his other hand, slips out the bookmark one-handedly, and starts reading again.

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Anonymous

Pairing: Kim Taehyung & Park Jimin (Platonic soulmates)

Side Pairings: None

Rating: G / Suitable for all audiences

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1432

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Notes: This was supposed to be a neat little warm-up drabble to ease my way into writing. I ended up taking things far too seriously. But look how cute and fluffy it is!

I’m always willing to take requests for little drabbles so feel free to hit up my ask box. This particular drabble idea was requested by @toruhagakure1a​ ♥ Enjoy!

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You don't know his name.

But you know that his face is painfully beautiful. His skin is as rich and dark as your favourite salted caramels, the ones that your beloved Halmeoni would sneak into your palm at the end of her visits because she has always loved your cheeks to be a little bit fuller. 

His lips are plump and intricately shaped, with a few moles dotted around the bow of his lips and just underneath a creased lash-line. His smile is broad, as bright a thousand-watt bulb and in the most peculiar rectangular shape. And his eyes are dark, impossibly so, but they gleam with mirth as though he is holding on to a jovial secret which you could only wish to discover.

He exudes a vibrancy which completely belies his status as a brand new student; one who had the misfortune of transferring to one of Seoul's most prestigious highschools part-way through the term. 

He is sparkling and enigmatic. And you are completely captivated.

You don't know his name.

But you know that his large ears are far too big for his head. Round, curved and protruding between a curtain of neon-bright tangerine hair. They hold a pair of black geometric earrings, dress code be damned, with a duo of similar violations looped over his index and ring finger, respectively. 

With the hemline of his trousers just barely extending past the base of his calves, you can clearly see the mismatched print of his clashing socks. The fit of his jacket is atrocious, practically swallowing his broad shoulders whole. He even has to pitch them close to his jawline to avoid tearing through the material. 

He has the presence of someone who abides by spontaneity alone. As though he had chosen to forego a proper uniform fitting in order to succumb to his own chaotic instincts. 

Clearly, this student is a man who marches to the beat of his own drum, however wild and unpredictable the percussion may be. And as you run your trembling fingertips back and forth across your silk tie - freshly laundered and pressed that morning - you cannot help but to admire his tenacity.

You don't know his name. 

But you know that he has an adorable affinity for tigers. You can see them plastered all over his notebook, some haphazardly doodled with heavy paws and slanted whiskers whilst others are artistic illustrations highlighted by the downstroke of a glitter pen.

They are each surrounded by a bouquet of asymmetric purple hearts, some with anthropomorphic smiles and others containing a single consonant symbolizing victory. 

Even as he throws himself down into the vacant desk beside you, taking a little longer than necessary to get settled, you can see his fingertips shading detailed feline features across a blank canvas of lined paper.  

He is a man of relentless energy, and the hand which is not preoccupied by his enthusiastic sketching reaches absentmindedly into the pocket of his too-tight jacket to fish free a small tube of lip balm with a red top.

He pops the cap with ease, massaging a film of sweet strawberry over his pout without even glancing up from the intricacy of his artwork. For a single moment, one which seems to linger in the air for far longer than you deem absolutely necessary, you cling to the visual of his petal-pink tongue catching on his smile as though he were savouring the fruity tang of his balm.

Something inside you aches imperceptibly as you watch the strange boy return his lip balm back inside his pocket. Your own plump lips suddenly feel far too dry and in desperate need of nourishment. 

You don't know his name.

But the moment that your beloved teacher rises from her desk, her wrinkled hands folded politely in front of her person and her smile incredibly fond, and encourages all students to branch out into pairs for today's science experiment, he leaps toward you as though you have been friends for several millennia. 

"Hi!" He exclaims loudly, his voice akin to freshly incinerated gunpowder; a shocking juxtaposition to the childlike innocence of his fine, elven features. 

He drags his chair across the floor with unbridled enthusiasm, rickety metal grating shrilly across hardwood floors, until he is comfortably situated right beside you. He is pressed so unbelievably close that you can feel hot, arid heat radiating from the thick of his thigh. 

The sensation makes your head spin akin to a catherine wheel balancing precariously on the apex of a toothpick, an uptake of momentum which twirls and twirls until you have to bite your nails into the wood of your desk to keep you from toppling over.

Your pumpkin-haired companion glances at you expectantly. A tinted eyebrow piques high upon his forehead, his lips mirroring that adorable 

oblong grin from earlier. And when his dark eyes begin to bubble and froth with the familiar glint of smothered secrets, your fingertips buzz like television static. 

If only you had some sort of key in order to better understand him, to decipher the cryptic code nestled inside his iris. 

Perhaps then you would be able to accurately deduce whether or not he feels the same magnetic pull within his soul that you do, tugging on your insides like a marionette string from the moment he illuminated your classroom. 

You don't know his name.

But the longer you stare at him the quicker your mouth transforms into a sunstroked savanna. 

Your naturally rosy cheeks have darkened considerably, lush roses flowering open atop your cheekbones, and a film of mist freckles like dew across your lash-line. 

All at once you are struck by how completely out of character the numbness of tongue is.

Your social skills are frequently unparalleled. You can maintain a conversation for hours, effortlessly navigating through a myriad of pleasantries and poorly-conceived jokes with relative ease. You know when to pause and when to listen intently to your conversational partner's statements and questions. 

And you really do listen. There is a reason you were voted class president, after all.

But there's just something about this perplexing stranger with the highlighter hair and the boxy smile. Something which has your brainwaves skidding to an unceremonious hault.

Thankfully, he takes notice of your vocal paralysis for long enough to sit upright. He pushes his unfathomably long fingertips through his hair and chuckles sweetly, the sound resonating like heavy rain on asphalt. 

"Let me try again. Hi, I'm Taehyung!"

Taehyung. His name is Taehyung. 

It takes a minute for you to find your voice. The sobering sting of slanted teeth against your bottom lip is just barely enough to condition you back into proper functionality. 

"I… I'm Jimin. Park Jimin." You whisper, your words tasting like dry cotton inside your mouth.

Without a moment of hesitation, Taehyung reaches across your desk and braids his large fingertips between the narrow junctures of your own. His touch is feather light and strangely familiar, like the brush of synthetic fur against your cheek as you huddle a nighttime companion close to your chest. A safety blanket, almost.

Taehyung smothers your petite palm underneath a verifiable blanket of sun-kissed skin and crisp cool rings, guiding your hand to rest against his chestplate.

"Listen here, Jimin-ah." He announces, seemingly unaffected by his use of the honorific. "You and I are gonna be best best best friends, yeah? I can already tell!"

Your soul burns, gasoline and petroleum, a lit fuse sizzling and popping betwixt your veins like a serpent.

Taehyung's eyes are bright and clear, unobfuscated by any traces of doubt or uncertainty. His smile is a concentrated flicker of pure sunlight, his pinky finger extending out toward your own.

That magnetic pull returns to your chest once more, blossoming vibrantly between the perimeters of your ribcage and tugging incessantly until you link your (much smaller) pinky around Taehyung's own.

"Okay." You breathe in a rush, trusting him unconditionally.

You know his name.

But now it is simply not enough. 

You long to discover every little detail about him.  From the pandora's box of his imperceptible eyes to the reason why his mere presence is enough to trigger aerial somersaults within your heart. 

You have a catalogue of questions swirling around inside your brain, your consciousness completely overstimulated, and yet one thought remains at the forefront of your mind; from now on you and Taehyung are a pair, a unit.

Jimin and Taehyung. 

Taehyung and Jimin.

Best friends forever; that is what you both pinky promised. 

And he can't hide from you now - you know his name.

[submerged-tmnt]

Introductions

Submerged AU rising from the dead because @rhi-draws-things needed some good good content of Casey and the boys.

(Refresher: gist of the AU is that the Kraang accidentally flooded the earth prior to canon and made it unusable for terraforming. Now NYC is mostly underwater, everyone lives on boats, and most days are spent peacefully diving/fishing or getting up to regular teen shenanigans.)

AU Karai ref. AO3 version.

Casey hefts the bucket of fish bones, balancing it on his hip so he can unlatch the door and push it open. The cool nighttime air gusts inside as he steps out, and Casey walks away from his home towards the other end of the dockway. The buoyant path linking all the surrounding houseboats rises and falls subtly under his bare feet, the ocean calm tonight.

Casey hums as he reaches the edge, holding the bucket out and tipping it to spill the bones into the dark water. Except something suddenly surfaces right where he’s aiming the bucket.

“Casey!” exclaims Leo, and Casey yanks the heavy bucket back just in time that he avoids dumping fish gunk on his friend. Unfortunately, the bucket is heavy and his luck isn’t having it tonight. His grip on the slimy plastic slips and fish bones spill onto the dockway.

“Uh oh,” says Mikey, joining Leo in poking his head out of the water. Donnie and Raph emerge as well, clear eyelids blinking away the saltwater in their eyes.

“Guys- c’mon!” Casey says, shaking a skeleton off his foot in disgust. “What the hell, I’m gonna have to clean that all up!”

“Sorry,” Leo apologizes sincerely, “but you were the closest person and we really need help.”

Casey forgets the fish bones for a moment, coming back to the edge and kneeling down. “What’s up?” he asks, a bit worried despite his casual tone. Then he frowns, seeing the dockway lights shining on cuts and bruises the brothers have. “Hey, you guys look a little rough. Something happen?”

“We, uh… well,” Leo starts, looking sheepish. “It’s a bit complicated.”

The water underneath the dockway suddenly rises, making Casey wobble a little. “How so?” he asks, steadying himself with a hand.

“It’s not complicated,” Raph interjects before Leo can continue. He’s got a serious shiner and an annoyed scowl. “We got basically spent the whole day getting beat up by a snake.”

“Wh- a snake? Like, a mutant one?”

“The fuck other kind of snake could do this to us?”

“Jesus,” Casey says. “That’s pretty kickass, I guess. If no one got hurt, right?”

“We’re fine,” Mikey assures him, giving a bright smile with a split lip. “Just sore and hungry.”

“Are you here for food? ‘cause we got some leftovers inside,” Casey says, jerking a thumb at his family’s restaurant houseboat behind him. The dockway rises and falls sharply again, which is getting kind of annoying and worrying. Maybe there’s a storm on the way? The clouds are wrong, though…

“Food would be good,” Mikey sighs longingly. “I’m starving.”

“Pen and paper is needed first, though,” Donnie says seriously.

“Uh, why?”

“Our friend needs it so she can tell us her name,” Leo explains, which doesn’t explain much at all.

Casey raises his eyebrows in interest anyway. “You guys make a new friend before or after the snake fight?” he asks, smile quirking his lips. The brothers could use more friends, seeing as they’re only willing to interact with Casey and April, and neither of them has managed to convince the four turtles to show themselves to the population of New York. Their phobia of people is a stubborn one.

“After!” Mikey cheers. He grabs Leo in a side hug, splashing Casey’s knees. “Leo sweet-talked her into it.”

“I didn’t s- sweet-talk her, jeez,” Leo says in a mumble. His brothers chuckle and elbow him, teasing their teal scaled sibling.

“So, where’s this lady of yours?” Casey asks gamely, grinning at Leo’s embarrassment. The dockway surges underneath him again, forcing Casey to steady himself with both hands and triggering a weird feeling in the back of his head. A shivery ‘something is wrong’ feeling.

“She came with us,” Donnie says, as the water around him and his brothers churns. And as he delivers that calm statement, something big rises out of the water right behind them.

Casey gapes for a moment at the giant fucking snake his friends have brought to his doorstep. Then it opens its mouth and hisses viciously and Casey yelps, scrambling backwards from the edge of the dockway.

“Ah, it’s okay!” Mikey calls out. “We told her you’re our friend! That’s just how she talks. Kinda.”

The giant sea snake makes another hiss, followed by a sound that seems like it wants to be an actual word, but can’t fully form into one. Casey’s lifetime of being taught to fear a sea snake’s bite is rearing its head, causing sweat to bead his brow and his heart to race.

“You shitting me?” he asks, staring at the snake mutant. It- she stares right back, luminous green eyes pining him with a gaze that’s got just an edge of feral. Kinda like the ones the brothers sometimes have.

“If only,” Raph grumbles, leaning on the dockway with his elbows. “This’d be a lot simpler if it were just a prank.”

“I second that,” Donnie says with a longsuffering sigh.

“Um, Casey? I know it’s a lot,” Leo speaks up, “but could you skip being shocked and just go get a pen and paper? We’d- well, she’d like it if we could call her by her actual name, instead’ve just saying ‘you’ or ‘Miss Snake’.”

The snake mutant, though she still looks pissed off, bobs her head once in agreement. Casey runs a hand through his loose hair, feeling its long strands tangling after a hot and sweaty day.

“Uh, sure,” he says, shaking off his shock about the whole situation. “I’ll. Just go get those…”

The brothers are sitting on the dockway when Casey comes back, legs folded and scales glistening with seawater. Their usual weapons are present, but- Donnie’s spear has been broken at the tip, Raph is definitely down a couple knives, Mikey is missing his fishing net, and Leo seems to have lost one of his swords. Plus, with them out of the water, Casey can see the full extent of the injuries they garnered fighting with the snake mutant looming over them all.

Of course, the snake herself looks a tad banged up, too. Looks like the damage was all very mutual, until things got worked out.

“Okay,” Casey announces, sitting down next to his friends. “I hope you guys use my dad’s notebook wisely, ‘cause paper isn’t cheap.”

“We just need one page,” Leo assures him, taking the pad and pen. He turns his head, looking up at the serpent with jaws big enough she could swallow a small child whole. Leo smiles at said serpent. “Alright, like Donnie explained, I’m going to go through the alphabet letter by letter. Hiss, or, do whatever you want to whenever I hit a letter of your name in order. Ready?”

The snake mutant huffs impatiently.

“I figured,” Leo chuckles. He clears his throat, touching the pen to a blank page of the tiny notebook. “A, B, C, D …”

It goes on like that until Leo hits K, and the snake mutant hisses loudly. Casey’s arms have goosebumps and his heart is skipping all over the place, and it’s kind of great. She’s wickedly scary, teeth designed for piercing, a deadly bite to boot, and a long sinuous body that’s powerful enough to shake the dockway as she gets excited over the first letter of her name- god damn. There aren’t many mutants around this size or strength. Casey would not (totally would) want to be the guy caught in the water with Miss Snake or whoever she is.

(He would probably die trying to take her on, but fuck. What a way to go, battling a giant seas serpent.)

“K?” Leo is saying excitedly. The snake mutant bobs her head yes. He writes the letter down hastily, and keeps on going with the alphabet for the next one.

Five letters later, and the snake shakes her head vehemently as Leo tries to start again. Leo looks confused for a moment, then lights up with a smile. “Oh! Is that it? Is this your name?”

The snake bobs her head.

Casey then ends up shoving slickly wet limbs out of the way so he can see the notebook, too. Leo gets squished by all four observers crowding in, little growling clicks coming from the back of his throat with his irritation.

“God, guys, I was gonna read it out!” Leo snaps, elbowing everyone he can reach. Casey is shoved away, just like the rest of the brothers, but not before he sees what Leo has written in tight, painstakingly careful boxy letters.

Karai

“Karai,” Leo says aloud, still smiling at the snake leaning over them all. “That’s a really cool sounding name. It’s nice to meet you, Karai.”

“Hey, Karai!” Mikey tacks on, as Raph mutters a, “Hi, again,” and Donnie adds politely clipped, “Hello.”

“Sup,” Casey says, waving a hand. Karai regards them all with her wide green eyes, examining them for something, and then huffs.

She makes a softer hiss than any of the ones she’s made before, followed by something that’s nearly a word. Casey is pretty sure it’s supposed to be a hello. He grins.

So cool. Four quirky turtles who are weirdo recluses, and now a giant deadly sea snake. Casey’s friend group hasn’t ever been this colorful before, even with April and Irma as buddies.

“So, hey, Dee?” Casey asks, catching the attention of the least occupied brother, while the other three are focused on Karai. “How’d you all meet anyway?”

“Oh yeah, I don’t think we got a chance to tell you or April.” Donnie crosses his arm, letting out a resigned sigh. “We interrupted a deal between pirates, mostly on accident, since we were tracking a shipment of mutagen. It was supposed to be an in and out operation, but SOME PEOPLE-” he says loudly, shooting a look at Raph, “-can’t be damn well bothered to remember common manners!”

“We live in a tunnel system!” Raph protests snappishly. “How was I supposed to learn that shutting doors is what’s polite when we don’t have fucking doors?”

“It didn’t even matter if it was polite, you left the door wide open, which was unusual for a tightly knit band of pirates who always kept that door shut, which in turn alerted them to our presence and ruined the whole plan!”

“Shut up! Leo already bitched at me, you can’t, too!”

“So where’s Karai factor into all this?” Casey asks in a bemused voice, because Raph and Donnie are literally just hissing at each other now and that’s always hilarious. Donnie snaps something clicky and sharp and definitely turtle-speak for something or other at Raph. one last parting shot, then smooths his metaphorical ruffled feathers, clearing his throat.

“She was the leader of the pirates looking to purchase the mutagen,” Donnie says. Casey raises one eyebrow and glances up at Karai.

Snake mouths aren’t really meant for scowling, but Karai is somehow pulling the sullen look off anyway.

“And in the chaos of you being discovered,” Casey says, filling in all the gaps, “Karai got a dose of mutagen?”

Karai flashes her mouthful of sharp teeth, hissing balefully. She turns and dives into the ocean, black and white body vanishing into the depths. Leo winces and then sighs.

“Try not to talk about it too much,” Leo says, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s only been a mutant for a few days and she’s still adjusting. We only just got her to calm down and listen about how we didn’t drop that canister.”

“It was just the guy I punched,” Mikey says, shrugging. “He totally wiped out and then the canister went rolling all over the place and people kept kicking it, which was majorly stupid, wow, and it ended up getting shattered right on Karai. Total accident, totally not our fault.”

A wave abruptly crashes down all them all, courtesy of the tail smacking against the surface of the water. Casey spits out seawater and curses, trying to sort out his now soaking hair, which is sticking everywhere and making it feel impossible.

Raph wipes his face off, flicking the water away. “An accident, yes. Don’t mean she’s gonna forgive us for interrupting her black market shopping spree just yet.”

“At least she’s not trying to kill us anymore?” Leo says with a weakly light tone, to which his brother roll their eyes. Casey drags a strand of hair off his face and flicks it backwards, huffing with a grin.

Never a dull moment with the brothers. Casey can’t wait until April gets a load of this new misadventure. It has teeth, a pissy attitude, and is apparently pirate related, too.

Casey definitely wants in. But first.

“Okay, great talk everyone, fun sharing session,” Casey says, standing up, hands on his hips. “Now who wants the good broom and who wants the shitty broom? Because you’re definitely helping clean up the garbage you made me drop, plus since you just ruined my dad’s notebook.”

The brothers groan, but mumble agreements to the return of a favor. The water by the dockway swells with a long dark shape moving underneath it, not straying too far, but unwilling to surface right now. Casey takes the dripping notebook from Leo to set out to dry inside, and heads in to get the brooms as well. Practically whistling, despite the fact that he’s dripping wet.

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

Prompt: firefighter au where Georgi saves mun’s choice from a fire

It was too much and at the same time not enough somehow, the adrenaline that gave him the strength to stomp one heavy boot before the other in this floor that was slowly growing hot and unstable. Georgi Popovich, St. Petersburg Fire Fighter, holding his novack in place was a smoked up oxygen mask that covered from his forehead and all the way to his chin, his vision slightly hazy as he looks around this lit up building.

“ST. PETERSBURG FIRE DEPARTMENT, CALL OUT IF YOU’RE THERE!” He shouts, trying to time his steps in a way that he can still hear if someone’s groaning for help. It seemed like this floor was clear, and he could hear his partner behind him, Victor, who held a matching uniform of eighty pounds of soot covered heavy gear.

“Gosha, there’s nobody here! Third floor clear!” Victor calls, pulling up his radio, “Chief, we have no movement three stories up, we’re pulling back.” 

Georgi nods, taking careful steps down to that floor as he turns his head, looking to one of the windows in case the floor gets too unsteady. Jumping out a window is not ideal, but for fire fighters, knowing multiple ways out was a big deal. Beneath all that gear, they were already burning up, and to be absolutely fit and able to book it to the nearest exit in a moment’s notice took quick thinking, and that’s what Georgi’s mostly known for in this area of expertise.

The window is clear…. except for one thing obstructing it, it seems. At first he thought it was a desk chair in this heat as it flickered. “…. Victor, what is that over there?” He asked, noticing how it’s shaped so oddly. 

Victor raises his head, “I…. I think it’s a chair or a plant or something, come on Gosha, we have to get out of here. This floor’s not stable anymore.”

Georgi stands there, steady as he keeps staring at that shape, something’s not right about it. It’s not anything…. it’s a someone. He noticed as they shifted in movement. “….. Fire department! Call out!” He calls, rushing towards the shape, Victor gasping behind him as he hears his outburst and goes off running.

“Gosha!”

Running up to the person at the window, he finally comes close, seeing everything that makes them human shaped. There was long black hair, and a telltale sign of smoke inhalation, with a black smear at her nose and her eyes closed. She’s not entirely unconscious! “Ma’am?” Georgi sets a hand on her shoulder, “Ma’am, we’re the fire department, I have to take you out of here, okay? We’re here to rescue you!”

She lets out a tired groan, her head drooping from between her shoulders. She’s got ripped up and dusty clothing, but he is able to make out what looks to be a nametag on her coat. “Sara?” He asks, “Sara, that’s a great name, I am going to pick you up nhow,Best way to carry her right now will have to be over the shoulder, but she looks to have a head injury, possibly from falling debris. He thinks on the best way to carry her. Taking her arm, Georgi pulls her over one shoulder at a time, where she drapes over him.

Victor stops beside him, panting, “Georgi, we gotta go, the floor sounds like it’s not going to last any longer. We need to get her out of here right now.” Victor sounded confident in that statement, enough so that the moment Georgi was steady with this new weight on him, he set his lanyard out to hook on his belt per their protocol.

Slowly, the two made their way in between the debris on the floor, trying to stay as safe as possible in the instance of collapse, and the wood floor was howling at them to hurry.

Lick after lick of fire that came close, the pair rushes past as if they were rabid dogs that snapped to their feet and tried to grip them somehow. They chased after them in streams that rolled past, serpents in the hall.

Turning a corner, Victor gasps as he jumps back, the door beside them was engulfed, blazing hot enough that they had to back up a few feet. That was one exit down. “Victor! Are you okay?”

“Yes! Let’s go!” Nodding, they rush for the next hallway over, one that leads direct to the stairwell. That was the safest spot for them right now other than that window, as the other side of this library was absolutely drowned in those boiling flames.

Luck. Luck was all that Georgi could think of as they found the stairwell, and as they started rushing down, their little leash between them tugging at the varying speeds, Georgi counted his stars to hope this girl over his shoulder was going to be alright. That wasn’t up to him that she would be, it was just up to him to get her safe.

Second floor, a crumble from the floor above is heard, and rocks come blasting through the doorway where they almost didn’t make it past, and they hurried faster down the last flight of stairs. “There goes third floor!” Victor called, running and already grabbing his crowbar from his belt in case the door was jammed.

It was as though the thirty second run down the stairs was a terrifying hour that was nearly in slow motion, and as the door swung open, they bolted out to hear glass above breaking from the crumbling building. Thank god, they got out. They got her out.

He thought he could kiss the grass with the sight of it, savor every bit of it, even the taste of dirt…. But there were more important matters to tend to.

Georgi can’t stop, despite Victor, who is now nearly dragging behind him trying to catch his breath due to the hook on their belts, and he rushes the girl over towards the boxy looking vehicle covered in flashing lights. “I need some oxygen here for her!” Georgi grabs his own helmet to tear off, about ready to stick his novack covered face mask onto her.

Paramedics are quick to beat him to it as they get the white mask, placing it over her nose and mouth. Hands, covered in gloves, cross as they pump on her chest, her jacket falling to the sides of her arms, and what’s left of it shows the extent of burns across those arms. Had she been burned too much? Is she going to be alright.

It was grueling, this time, watching the person you’ve saved in the care of someone else and not being able to help. He had to wait, they knew what they were doing, he had to remind himself of this.

“GASP.” The young woman wheezes in, starting to cough into the mask, enough so that it shakes on her face, and she shifted on the platform she’d been laid upon.

“Oh thank god…..”

[lightninghikaru]

Day 2: Stargazing

So My brain ran wild with this prompt. **If you are not caught up to chapter 24 of Tides of Chaos this may contain spoilers but vague ones I believe...**

Sonic basked in the fresh ocean air in the late evening. Most of the crew was asleep and Sonic had asked to chill in the crow’s nest for a bit to look at the stars. To think that not too long ago he believed the crew of the Final Hazard would eat him. Now he walks amongst the crew as if he were one of them. Even becoming friends with Shadow…

He had become so accommodating to him lately. Noticeably so… Ever since Shadow had opened up about Maria he began to see it. His own thoughts were swimming thinking about the vampiric captain. The small gestures, smoother tone to his voice… That dance…

“Omega told me you were up here.” Sonic practically yelps not expecting to see Shadow appear only a few feet from him. He could feel his face becoming hot and was thankful it was dark. “Is everything alright?”

“Y…yeah, you scared me. I just wanted to see the stars for a bit.” Sonic said composing himself. “Seeing them reflected off the ocean when it’s this calm is really something.”

“Stargazing is one of the reasons I enjoy being on the ocean. The major cities are becoming too bright with their constant lanterns. It’s impossible to see the stars.” Shadow said.

Sonic glanced over seeing the soft smile Shadow gave as he was glancing up at the sky, the reflections of starlight twinkle against his ruby eyes.

Oh…

“Glad we’re able to see it like this.” Sonic said looking back up at the sky.

“I agree, you can see the constellation of Light Gaia and Dark Gaia clearly.” Shadow said,

“I don’t think I know that one.” Sonic said.

Shadow leans closer, pointing up into the sky. Tracing with his finger the outline of the two constellations. “There, and there.  They look like they are about to fight. Do you see?” Shadow asked as Sonic felts Shadow’s shoulder brush up against his own.

Oh no…

His heart began to race at the realization of how close they were. It didn’t seem that Shadow minded the contact. Why was he just now putting the pieces together? He’s the fastest thing alive why did it take him this long to figure it out?

He has feelings for Shadow.

“Y… Yeah! I think I do?” Sonic stammered as he tries to keep his eyes on the sky. He had completely missed Shadow’s gestures to the stars but didn’t want to show his thoughts were otherwise occupied.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Shadow huffed. Lightly tilting Sonic’s head up higher before tracing the forms again. A grouping of stars in similar size. One more of a serpent visage and the other more boxy.

“Oh! I see it!” Sonic said sounding proud of himself. “Thanks,” Sonic smiles brightly as Shadow looks away.

“Would you… like company?” Shadow asked.

“Sure! Any other constellations you know about?” Sonic said as Shadow nods.

“One moment.” Shadow disappears in a mist before returning with a blanket he hands to Sonic, “Don’t need you catching a cold.” Sonic smiles taking the blanket and laying down on the ground of the crow’s nest patting next to him for Shadow to join.

Shadow smiles back before laying next to him and starts explaining the stars to him as Sonic listened intently with a smile on his face. Occasionally stealing glances at Shadow.

I hope you enjoyed! I realized we knew when Shadow realized his feelings but never truly Sonic so this is kinda that. 

[viitavuitton-blog1]

How to Purchase A Chain Bracelet

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1. Set a Budget plan.

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2. Decide on the Metal

After establishing a spending plan, you should then pick what type of material you want your bracelet chain to be. Here are some most typical materials that are used to make bracelet chains. You can select anyone according to your taste.

Gold bracelets are far more formal than others and their pendants are really official as well. If you made a decision to purchase a gold bracelet, what you need to remember is that pure gold is incredibly flexible and also is not really long lasting. So you would certainly much better choose one in the kind of 14 or 18 karat.

Silver chain bracelets are also extremely official when contrasted to other kinds of steel. Like gold chain, silver chain is most often located as an alloy to make it more sturdy for day-to-day wear. So before making a decision, you need to understand that a silver bracelet has to have a 92.5 percent silver structure.

Platinum bracelets are exceptionally long lasting as well as can last for an incredibly very long time. Platinum is the hardest material among the precious metals frequently made use of in making bracelet chains. Furthermore, iced out silver chain can retain a luster without routine sprucing up.

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Leather chain bracelets are create from either authentic pet hide or imitation material. Natural leather makes bracelets much less formal than those made from precious metals.

Fabric chain bracelets typically have a lot of various kinds of materials, like rope, cord, and towel. They are usually thought about to be proper for informal wear.

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Chain bracelets can be found in a range of styles to fit every preference. Silver or gold is simply the very first choice you have to make. The following is a description of several of one of the most popular chain styles:

Serpent bracelet chains are comprised of rings which mesh closely to develop a round, thick chain.

Harmonize bracelet chains are typified by versatile links that are suited to substantial damage.

Grain chains are made by stringing steel rounds along a cable.

Wheat chains alternative in between twisted and oblong web links to create a distinctive appearance.

Rope chains are chains where links are linked in a twisted pattern by turning multiple hairs of metal around each various other to resemble a pigtail.

The box bracelet chains have a smooth texture that is developed by the use square web links rather than rounded web links, providing the chain a boxy look. Thinner versions of box chains are popular for women's fashion jewelry and also usually paired with pendants.

Figaro chains are designed with a number of tiny round links sprinkled with one long oval web link. This style of silver chain came from Italy, and also Figaro chains are regularly made use of for guys's jewelry.

Seafarer chains are similar to Figaro chains, however they alternate a solitary, tiny, rounded relate to a larger oval web link. They appear like the chains attached to an anchor on watercrafts, thus its name. This design of chain is popular for id bracelets, any type of fashion jewelry with nautical styles, and unisex style precious jewelry.

4. Understand the Wrist Size

Whether you are acquiring a bracelet for others, you require to bear in mind that in addition to selecting an appeal bracelet that fits the spending plan and also the wearer's choices, it should additionally fit around his/her wrist. A lot of standard and European bracelets are roughly 16 to 23 centimetres long but some Pandora bracelets can be wrapped around the wrist 2 or more times. If you are acquiring for a little woman, you should understand if she will intend to use it in the future as well as allow for growing room. Italian charm bracelets usually can be found in standard dimensions because they usually have eighteen links in them.

[kimerarts]

“Look Sam! I did it!” (children practicing magic in the swamp)

Guess who did a new AU!! I did! I call it the Naga!Danny AU cause I can’t think of another name rn

I’ll put all the details I got so far under the link (oh and also 3 extra images cause I was very exited and i draw more hehe)

Takes place in a world where magic is real and humans live in a medieval-victorian like era, mythos (mythological creatures) and some humans can wield magic, humans have more variety in what kind of magic they can use but mythos are more specialized and stronger in their kind of magic. Humans separated the mythos into two categories: Monsters (the dangerous ones or ones that are more likely to attack humans, like werewolves) and benigns (the ones that prefer to be left alone, like centaurs)

Maddie and Jack are monster hunters, this gained them some enemies, one of those enemies is a shadow, a monster without form that is known for their unbreakable curses. In one of their hunts they somehow anger the shadow and it wants revenge, seeing that it couldn't come close enough to the hunters it decides to curse one of the hunters offspring, they had been fool to drag their children to the hunt. the shadow attacked the closer to it but before it could activate the curse completely it was interrupted by the hunters, but it didn’t matter the curse would activate by itself in some time.

The 12 years old Danny Fenton was lucky the shadow didn't completed its curse, his parents were worried for weeks after the incident but at seeing that Danny hadn't changed at all they concluded that the shadow didn't make any curse and that it was only taunting them.

For 2 years Danny felt weird,sometimes he could swore that he had escams in his arms or that his teeth felt a little too sharp, but when he saw himself in the mirror he saw nothing in his reflex and continued with his life.

The Fentons lived in the town of Amity, the town was located near the lake Erie and the Ghoul swap (yes humans aren't very creative with names), the river that feed the lake came from the Frozen mountains in the Kre’k mountain range and continued towards the ocean with the swamp following it, More to the mountains side there was a thick forest where humans could hunt deers, rabbits and was abundant in fruit trees.

The Fenton’s house was separated from the town and was ubicated near the swamp, the volatile experiments of the adults made it clear to the townspeople that it was safest for everyone if their house was far away from the others (fires were a very dangerous thing and nobody would have let them live in the town for fear of one). Even if the Fentons were appreciated for their services they were way too extravagant to have too much respect in the town, not that the Fenton parents care for that.

Maddie and Jack were hunters and inventors, their house was oddly constructed, the main part of the house was constructed with the same bricks as all the houses in the town, though they later added another part in the roof and some other rooms at the sides, the rooms weren't the same size so that the house was very asymmetric and it gave it an odd look to the outsiders, even so Danny loved his house.

Danny, Sam and Tucker were best friends since very young, Tucker was an inventor, though he invented things to make his life easier, Sam was a magic user, she learns everything from her grandma, her favorite magic was the plant and healing kinds, though she knew a little of shadow and fire magic to use in self defense. Magic users were not well seen by the humans because of they could wield magic like the monsters (they conveniently forgot that benigns could do magic too… jerks), so if discovered magic users were treated lower than dirt and were usually enslaved.

Danny learned how to hunt from his parents but he is not interested in killing monsters, he is only willing to kill animal for food and really hates when the other hunters kill for sport (when they kill a deer just for the antlers and leave the body behind), though he is an excellent tracker, he can track any animal or human in land and even the turtles and crocodiles in the swamp, nobody knows how he does it but don't complain when they have turtle to eat. Sam doesn't like that innocent animals are killed but she understands it’s for food (if it was for her she would live of only plants and fruit, but it is not possible in that era)

When Danny reached his 14 bday he was alone in the swamp near his house with only Sam and Tucker as company, his parents had gone to a hunt and would be away for a few days, and his sister was in town teaching to read to the children. The three friends were in search for any fish in the traps that Tucker had built and when the sun was at its highest point danny felt a great pain and screamed, then he passed out.

When Danny woke up his face was in the mud and his legs felt funny, well his everything felt funny, Danny then tried to stand up but for some reason he couldn't and when he saw his “legs” he knew why, he had no legs anymore in its place there was a long muscled snake body covered with black escames, then Danny saw his hands and those were covered with white escames that went as far as his forearm and his fingernails were now small white claws.

Danny then saw his reflection in the dirty water, his hair changed from black to white and his ears were more pointy than before but the thing that was most shocking were his eyes, they were completely green with two vertical slits as pupils. Danny knew that he had transformed somehow into a naga for what his parents told him nagas were one of the most dangerous monsters, nobody knew what kind of magic they were stronger but everybody knew nagas were the most poisonous creatures, their bite was mortal and even their meat and blood wasn't safe to eat for any animal.

When Sam and Tucker called for his name Danny didn't knew what to do, they have seen his transformation and had waited until he woke up to ask him what just happened, Danny told them that he didn't knew and then they agreed to go to Danny's house because maybe his parents have some information in this. Sam and Tucker had to help danny (half dragging him) towards the house (danny doesn't know how to move his snake body yet)

That's how all starts, Danny is now a half monster and after Danny mastered his transformation from human to naga and vice Sam teaches danny some of her shadow magic (they were experimenting what kind of magic Danny can do) and Danny is very good at it, he uses shadows to hide himself, it works better in the night, (this AU version of invisibility) Danny doesn't tell his parents for fear that they will experiment in his naga form and then kill him.

After 2 weeks of Danny transformation monsters start to appear in the town and cause problems in there, Danny Sam and Tucker decided to stop the monsters from causing too much damage to their town and end up saving most of them from the Fenton parents, later Sam teaches Danny fire magic, then Danny can use green fire to attack the most violent monsters (version of ectoblasts)

They later decide that Danny’s naga form should have the name Serpent, it was way better that the name the humans started calling him after someone saw a shadow of him, they were calling him Snaeky (like snake and sneaky fused toegether), Danny hates that name

Because I didn’t want all ghost to be monsters in this AU I made a list (ok 2 lists)

Monsters

-Trollbox: this au version of the box ghost, he is a small troll that likes to do a mess everywhere he goes, mostly for attention, very weak and annoying

-Ember: she is a siren (humanoid creature, only merpeople have fish tails) her blue hair moves from her head like underwater, tho is so bright blue that some humans think is fire, she likes the attention of people when she sings, tho it has a little lure in it that made humans want to approach her and forget what they were doing

-Wulf: lone werewolf, he didn't like his previous pack’s ideology of eating humans and other mythos so he left them, bad side is that he’s hunted by humans, he makes Danny and his friends his new pack and then lives in the forest near Amity

-Nocturne: octopi (half human half octopus… like ursula in the little mermaid), lives in the ocean but like the octopus he can go to land if he wishes, he spacializes in mind magic, visits Amity one night out of curiosity, is neutral with Danny after the encounter

-Frostbite: he and his tribe are yetis (oh wow… shocking -_-... anyway) they live in the frozen mountain and is thanks to their magic over ice and snowstorms that the river that feeds Amity exists, Danny learns ice magic with them

-Pandora: arachni (half human half spider, it made sense with her four arms ok!) she is the queen of the Akr’us empire, they live underground in most of the Kre’k mountain range (that why the name) like canon danny become allies with them at returning a treasure that boxy stole

-Aragon and Dorathea: they are actually dragons that can speak human language, they have a kingdom (more like Aragon ate the king and stayed there as the new king), it’s full of humans but little or almost none mythos, the kingdom is in an islad near the beach where the swamp ends

-Vlad Masters/Plasmius: Vlad kew Maddie and Jack when they were young and he joined in their monster hunts too, in a incident similar at the one Danny had Vlad was cursed to be a half monster too, but he is half vampire so there isn't much he can offer to Danny to leave his father, only safety more information of magic that he could use and acceptance, tho Danny doesn't like his manipulative attitude and refuse. Vampires feed of blood (human or animal, no mythos cause magic does weird thing to their bodies) they have wings that hide them as a cape (yes he’s still the rich manipulative bastard that we all love)

-Vortex: weather spirit, likes to cause electric storms, Danny has to stop him before he creates fires in the town, after confrontation he is convinced to do his storms away from Amity.

-Undergrowth: forest spirit, after a big deforestation he awakes and wants revenge towards the humans, after confrontation he is asured that humans will not desforest more than they need, he then goes back to the forest (he will be busy reforesting)

-Poindexter: weak ghost looking for revenge in his abusers, after misunderstanding becomes friends with Danny

-Amorpho: shapeshifter, likes to prank people, neutral with Danny

-Observants: weird eyeballs with long thin tentacles, they live under the ocean and almost never leave it

-Clockwork: naga,especialized in time magic, (TUE happens as in canon changing some details), becomes teacher of Danny (fuck u vlad!) and kinda father figure

-Dan: mix of naga Danny and vampire Vlad (with the snake half, the wings and Vlad greenish skin), for his thirst of blood he had drank of humans and mythos, the magic in mythos blood make him insane and homicidal- stopped by Danny and erased from the timeline for Clockwork

-Spectra: leech of people's emotions, humanoid with wrinkled skin and pointy teeths she’s very manipulative, enemie of Danny and friends.

-bertrand: shapeshifter, follows Spectra like a puppy

-Cujo: shuck (big black ghostly dog that roams near the coast), he is feared for humans tho he is just a curious creature, becomes friend with Danny roams the swamp near his house, for some reason the Fenton parents never see him

-Hotep ra: mummy that cames to Amity thanks to merchants, wants to rebuild his lost kingdom, manipules Tucker like a puppet, enemie of Danny

-Klemper: ice spirit that is always looking for friends, tho he tends to freeze everything in his path, after becoming friend with Danny he roams the Frozen mountain with his new yeti friends

-Sojourn: air elemental, explorer, can wield lighting like whips to attack or defend himself, good friend with Clockwork and visits him sometimes, becomes a uncle figure to Danny, has way to many stories to share

Humans

-Skulker: monster hunter, wants danny cuase is very rare to even see a naga (duh), is in good terms with Vlad (tho he doesnt know about the half monster thing)

-Technus: inventor of skulker weapons, besides his best friend, extravagant like the Fentons but not interested in hunting

-Johnny and Kitty: horse riders, rebels, after confrontation they are friends with Danny (they adopted him as a little brother, yes they know about the naga thing when Danny tried to stop them for causing too much chaos)

-Walker: runs a prison, tho is very far from Amity, wants to imprison humans and mythos that go against the rules (his rules)

-Freakshow: slaves mythos for his cirqus (monsters and beings), Danny has to be saved by his friends

-Pharia Dark: enemy king, tries to invade the kingdom in where danny lives, Amity is his starting point in conquest, he uses magical artifacts of power created by some mages in his kingdom

-Fright knight: loyal knight (not really) of Pharia Dark, mounts a dark alicorn and has a magic sword, changes his loyalty towards the kingdom that defeated his king

-Desiree: magician slaved by some comerciants, Danny and friends free her and she becomes an allie, she hides in the swamp in a old abandoned house, Danny and friends bring her food and company, she teaches Danny and Sam what she knows of magic

-Dairy king: he is the king of the kingdom in which Amity is, good king doesnt have much enemies, prefers peace and daily products

-Ghost writer: he's known as writer, he teach the kids in the school, his favourite recreation is writing and reading

-Youngblood: little orphan that lives in amity, is friends with Danny since before the incident, they always put pranks in grown ups (probably will get adopted by Desiree)

-Lunch lady: ( have to give her a name!) the best cook of Amity, she’s the head chef in all parties and wants to feed the children, tho she can be scary if they refuse her food

That’s all I have so far, if you guys have any ideas or question u are free to ask (u can also ask in my main blog)

ok now the 3 pictures!!

Naga Danny hissing in anger

Blep with his bifed tounge (also testing the air but still looking adorable)

He grabbed and started to eat a rat like any teen would do with snacks (he still ate the rat, Sam was not pleased and Tucker foud it to funny)