#is a concept that makes me LEVITATE INTO THE AIR

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New chapter! I might get held up for a bit though ‘cause my phone’s being weird, but I wanted to make sure this chapter gets published before I have to fix or replace it!

Psychoborrower: Whispering Rock

Chapter 4

For the rest of the day, I traveled around the campgrounds, just making observations. It was a strange feeling to walk through a familiar place in a completely different context.

So much had changed for me in such a short time, but somehow, something about Whispering Rock felt constant. It didn’t matter how much it changed, or how much I changed, it was still a place that felt like home to me.

I noticed a few campers had stuck around from the previous session. Unsurprising, since a lot of parents were more than happy to dump their kids off for the whole summer. Among them was Dogen.

I figured he’d want to hear about what Sam and Compton had been up to, so I started to roll over to him. Before I could get there, I was suddenly snatched up into the air.

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t Flint Loveseat? I hear you’re a counselor now! Ha! Nerd!”

Oh great. Bobby.

“Yes, I see you’re still here. Great. Love that for you.”

“What, you’re not gonna try and PSI-Blast me like you used to?”

“Well, no. I’m a Psychonaut now. And a counselor. It wouldn’t be professional.“

“Ooh, look at you! Acting all high and mighty ‘cause you think you’re the next Sasha Nein!”

I smirked. “Oh really? Are people saying that?”

Before Bobby could screech out another taunt, he suddenly screamed and dropped me. I levitated to the ground before I could fall, and I saw that his feet had been encased in ice. He was frozen to the path.

I turned around, and sure enough, the boy from Basic Braining was there, his expression unreadable.

“Believe me. He’s not. And he never will be.”

I moved away from Bobby as he helplessly tried to grab me again, but he couldn’t move enough to reach me. I walked over to stand beside the boy as he continued to stand and watch as Bobby struggled.

“Hey, uh… Thanks, I think.”

“I’ll tell you right now, Flint, I don’t like you. But I’m not a monster. I would never stand by and allow another borrower to be hurt. It’s common decency.”

Interesting. Very interesting. That didn’t align with the Dreamwalker at all. They didn’t hesitate to freeze me.

But that only complicated things further. Cryokinesis is a rare power. The only other person I knew who had it was Lizzie. It only seemed to make sense that this kid was the same person from my dream. What were the odds that ANOTHER psychic who happened to have Cryokinesis also hated my guts and was a Dreamwalker on top of that?

I needed answers, and damnit, this guy was gonna give them to me.

“Look, I’m gonna be blunt here. Are you a Dreamwalker?”

“The hell is that?”

“You know, psychics that can enter dreams? They have unrestricted access to any mind at any time?”

He paused for a second, then chuckled.

“Okay, at first I thought you were just pretentious and stupid, but now I think you might actually be insane.”

“I’m not! Someone was in my dream the other night!”

He condescendingly patted me on the shoulder.

“Oh, Flint. We all have people in our dreams. But you know what? They’re not real. Just figments of our imaginations. It’s funny, you’d think that would be one of the first things you learned. And yet, here you are, confused by the most basic of concepts. It just goes to show, the Psychonauts will hire anyone.”

I swatted his hand away and stepped aside.

“Alright, I get it, you hate me. I’ll figure this out on my own, I don’t need you.”

He continued to mock me as I walked away, but I blocked out whatever he was saying. I didn’t have time for this. Whether he was trying to mess with my head or he was just a jerk, I didn’t care. I was not in the mood to listen to him.

I did eventually catch up with Dogen, and to my surprise, Rox was hanging out with him.

“Whoa, you can really explode peoples’ heads? Can I see?”

“No, I’m not supposed to do that anymore. That’s why I wear this special hat.”

“Tin foil can block out explosions?”

“I dunno.”

“Well, either way, it’s a cool hat! My sister likes to wear an acorn cap on her head.”

“Oh… has a squirrel ever mistaken her head for an acorn? That would be bad.”

“No, that’s never happened. She’s great with animals.”

“She should watch out for the squirrels here, though. Those guys are jerks.”

I briefly stuck around and talked to them, but it was kind of hard to follow the conversation. They would shift from one bizarre topic to another before I could even begin to form some sort of response. They were in their own little world, and it was one I didn’t understand.

As the sun began to set, I made my way back to Sasha’s lab. I figured he wouldn’t have the block for me yet, so I fully expected I’d be spending another night astral projecting. What I didn’t expect was the concerning news Sasha had for me when I got there.

The Motherlobe had gone into lockdown.

He didn’t have much information on what exactly was happening, but until further notice, no packages could be sent out through the mailroom. Which meant we would both be losing a lot more sleep than he anticipated.

“We should at least be able to hold our projections for one more night without major complications. But any longer could be detrimental to your health. You’re going to have to face the Dreamwalker again.”

“Isn’t there anything else we can do? I mean, aren’t we supposed to be powerful in our own minds? There’s gotta be some way for me to fight back!”

He thought it over for a moment, then spoke up.

“Try asking Milla tomorrow. She has more personal experience in dream-related phenomena than I do. After all, she was the one who taught you how to manage your nightmares when you were younger.”

While she never spoke about it in detail, Milla told me before about her intense traumatic nightmares. Even if it wasn’t the same as dealing with a Dreamwalker, there had to be enough similarities to work with.

The next day, I attended her levitation class. I figured it would be best to wait until it was over to ask her about the Dreamwalker, so I shifted to human form and rolled through the course as usual.

Rox was there, in their human form, rolling along with Dogen. They adjusted to camp so fast, it was almost unreal. I never thought I would meet a borrower who was so fearless and willing to go with the flow. It was impressive, though it did make me wonder how they managed to survive. I imagined Maple had a hand in that, but from what I’d seen, she wasn’t exactly the best at reining them in.

On the topic of Maple, I didn’t see her anywhere on the course. Unsurprising, since she seemed to get overwhelmed easily.

As I made my way across, I heard the sound of a tiny Thought Bubble popping, followed by a thud. I looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Maple sitting on the floor.

I was about to shift so I could talk to her, but to my surprise, she looked up at me. She was still visibly terrified, but she wasn’t trying to hide anymore.

“H-Hey… could you help me out here?”

“Yeah, sure. Lemme just shift and-”

“No, that’s actually what I need help with. You know… exposure therapy? I’m never gonna get used to being around humans if I keep avoiding them.”

Even if she was taking it at a slower pace than Rox, Maple was also progressing relatively fast. Sure, I was still technically a borrower, but she was willing to let me approach her in my larger form. That was a step in the right direction.

I slowly walked over, and she stayed dead still. As I got closer, I knelt down so I wouldn’t tower over her as much. Once I was in front of her, I could see the fear in her eyes. But, there was also a sense of determination mixed in.

“So, what happened? Did you fall? You want me to pick you up?”

She reluctantly nodded, and I held my hand out next to her, making her flinch. God, it hurt to see her so scared of me. Was this how Raz felt?

“Hey, take your time. Just climb on when you’re ready. No rush.”

After a minute, she awkwardly squirmed onto my hand, and I just let her sit there, not making any moves to lift her up.

“Wow… Okay, I’m in your hand. This is normal, this is normal…”

“Trust me, it’s not that weird once you get used to it. And it makes traveling long distances way easier.”

“How did you get used to it?“

“Well, I kinda had to. Raz and I needed to stop Coach Oleander’s plan as fast as possible, so I needed to let him carry me. Otherwise, I never would have been able to keep up with him.”

She frowned. “Coach isn’t gonna do that bad stuff again, is he?”

“I don’t think so. We helped him sort out his issues. He’s still kind of… intense, let’s say, but he’s not a bad guy. I mean, he’s willing to make himself smaller when teaching you, and he’s SUPER insecure about his height.”

“That’s true. Well… I guess you can lift me up now.”

At that, I slowly raised her up to my shoulder and let her climb onto it. Then, I hopped back on my Thought Bubble.

“Ready to go for a spin?”

“No, but let’s do it anyway.”

I ran through the rest of the course with her. She seemed uneasy at first, but after a while, she started to have fun. In fact, she even insisted I go faster.

It got to be somewhat tiring, so I stopped once we reached a platform with seats to take a break.

“I’m really glad we’re doing this. I think I understand why Rox likes this place so much.”

“Hey, out of curiosity, why did they adjust so fast? I mean, the only other borrowers I’ve met who aren’t completely petrified of humans both have been living among them starting at a young age. But if you two are siblings, wouldn’t you have had the same upbringing?”

She sighed. “I don’t know what it is about Rox. They just… aren’t afraid. It didn’t matter how many horror stories our parents told us, they never stopped being curious about the world around them and wanting to explore it. We tried to keep them out of trouble, but things became complicated once their PSI powers started to develop. The teleportation became way too much to handle, and our colony wanted to banish them. Our parents agreed to send Rox off to live in the woods. Of course, that didn’t stop them from coming back, since they could easily teleport back to the house. But whenever they came back, the colony would only get harsher with them. Pushing them out, telling them that they’re a danger to us and they don’t belong. I tried to convince them to try and fit in with the rest of us, but they didn’t take it well. And… I couldn’t exactly talk, since I also ended up discovering I’m psychic. I hated the way people treated them, and I wanted it to stop. Then, not too long ago, they came to me because they heard Ash was sneaking off to Whispering Rock and they wanted to tag along. They said this place would be good for us. I wasn’t really sure, but I didn’t want them to go without me, so I went with them. And… that’s how we got here.”

I took a moment to let her story sink in. I couldn’t even begin to process the twisted mentality of her colony. What would possess them to think it was okay to push a small child out to live in the wilderness alone? As much as I admired their stubborn refusal at the attempts to make them an outcast, it was horrible that they had to do that in the first place.

“I’m really sorry that happened to you guys. Just know you have a home here at Whispering Rock. No one here is gonna push either of you away, okay?”

She smiled. “Thanks, Flint. I’m still really nervous, but I appreciate how nice everyone is here.”

“Yeah, except for Bobby. Watch out for Bobby.”

“Got it.”

“So, you ready to finish the course? I’m sure Agent Vodello would love to meet you. She’s really nice.”

“Let’s go!”

We rolled to the end of the course, and met up with Milla, Rox, and Dogen at the end. Rox was ecstatic to see Maple with me.

“You did it, big sis! I’m so proud of you!”

They suddenly grabbed Maple off my shoulder and gave her a big hug. She was a bit startled, but she calmed down quickly. Out of anyone in the world, she could always count on Rox.

“You did wonderful, darling! And Flint, great job today. You’ve been a fantastic mentor so far.”

“Thanks, Milla. Um, now that class is over, there’s something I wanna talk to you about. Can I stick around for a minute?”

“Of course. Everyone, let’s wind this party down!”

Gradually, the campers left her mind, until it was only the two of us left. Even with everyone gone, her mind was a nonstop party, and the mental dancers kept grooving. Not the best environment to have a serious conversation, but I could work with it.

“I’ve been dealing with a Dreamwalker, and Sasha says you can help me. Do you know of any way for me to make them stop messing with my head?”

“I can only help you if I know exactly what the situation is. Can you tell me what this person has been doing?”

I explained the encounter as best I could. I didn’t fully understand what they wanted from me, but I knew they had something against the Psychonauts, and they didn’t hesitate to attack me with ice.

“Hmm… I think you should try to speak with them again. Figure out what’s going on.”

“But what if they’re dangerous? What if they try and destroy my brain or something?”

“We are powerful in our own minds, Flint. Never forget that. Try and reason with them as best you can. If anything goes wrong, we can always wake you up. I could stay in the lab with you and Sasha tonight if you’d like, that way you have extra security. It also might help Sasha get some much needed sleep.”

“That makes sense. Hey, just out of curiosity, are you and Sasha-?”

“Something’s happening, we have to leave.”

“Aw come on, don’t avoid the-”

“Flint, this is serious.”

I didn’t argue further. Milla wasn’t one to take on a serious tone unless there was a real threat. Though, I could tell she didn’t want to answer the Sasha question either way.

We left her mind, and the first thing I saw was Linda’s head poking out of the water.

“Climb on, quickly!”

At first I wasn’t sure what the emergency was. Then, I saw it.

A thick layer of ice was beginning to rapidly spread across the lake. Dreamwalker or not, this had to be Ash.

Milla and I rode on Linda’s back as she swam to the shore, escaping just in time before the ice could claim us. When we turned and looked back, Lake Oblongata was completely frozen solid.

“My… My home…”

Linda shut her eyes, shedding tears. I didn’t even know fish could cry, though I guess she was a unique case.

Milla patted the top of her head. “It’s alright, darling. We’ll find a way to fix this. Stay by the swamp until then so you can stay hydrated, okay?”

She slowly nodded, looking longingly at the lake. The poor fish had already been through so much. We had to get her home back as soon as possible.

As we headed back to the lab, I tried to wrap my head around why Ash would do this. What was his goal here? Did he not realize whatever his insane plan was would also affect the borrowers at camp? He was well aware of Maple and Rox being there, why would he go through with this?

I had to figure this out, and the only way to do that was to face the Dreamwalker. As far as I was concerned, they were one and the same. There was no other explanation.

[defining-skyology]

Defining Light (biomatter substance).

{{{Hello, if you haven't read up on the Megabird and how it works yet, then I highly suggest reading this post instead for today.

Otherwise, bon appetit! 🍽️}}}

Alright, let's start doing this in the proper chronological order. I shouldn't have skipped to Defining Ancestors and Descendants and frankly I'm not sure why I did, but it gave me an entire headache. I have reorganized the vocab list so that now it will be posted in a much better order.

We need to discuss terms that will be used in later posts; therefore we'll first tackle terms that are the utmost fundamental, foundational 'laws' that I've 'invented/discovered' about Sky's science, or Skyence, if you will. 🤓

So let's start here with Light, and let's start this post off with a strong statement, as usual:

Light is Alive.

We're going to zoom out. All the way out. When we zoom out as far as can, we are left with just a single image grasping the entire Sky universe (that we as the Descendant could ever feasibly comprehend, anyways).

We are left... With the World, and with the Megabird.

But the Megabird is Alive.

It has thoughts, and intentions.

It wills and wishes and wants things. It contorts and changes in order to explore its surroundings.

Reaching out towards the planet, and feeling the object before it.

To understand, and to know.

But these "arms" that are reaching out are not arms at all.

We understand that the Megabird is a conglomerate, a superorganism the size of a planet. And every drop of Light that makes up the Megabird... Is a Being.

From the Whale coughCoelecanthcough to the mantas, to the birds, to the mere microorganisms. All of it IS the Light. All of it IS the Megabird.

Every wave of energy you see emanating from various Beings

Also yes, I said microorganisms.

Let's zoom all the way back in.

"A microorganism, or microbe, is an organism of microscopic size, which may exist in its single-celled form or as a colony of cells." --Wikipedia

To really drive home the idea that Light is alive, the goal is hopefully to have you, the reader, walk away from this post and when you go back into the game, you'll really see that every little thing...:

Every sparkling particle dancing off of your character as you propel yourself into the sky

Every wave of energy emanating from various Beings (yes, even Calls are alive!!!!!)

Any little bit of glowing energy you've ever seen in this game: it's all living substance, and all made of the same living substance.

It's all 'alive'.

Any time even just a few 'cells' (microorganisms) of Light exists; we now have Mass.

And all that just to add the first TWO words to our Definition of Light:

Light is living Mass.

As we add more and more 'complicated' (tedious) terms to our roster it'll hopefully make more and more sense why we have to be this 'detailed' about our basically-headcanon Sky science. Post after post.

Since we've taken so much time up already, let's try to finish (most of) the rest in a swift movement.

Light (yes all Light, down to the little cells we talked about) defies gravity.

Levitate verb: rise or cause to rise and hover in the air, especially by means of supernatural or magical power.

Light substance has a natural trait to levitate off of the ground. We can see this with Orbs, Spell effects, and generally any particles. We also obviously see this with Creatures of Light. The only Beings who can't levitate are ones who have full-body shells such as Crabs and Ancestors.

Light can collect 'material' around it.

Material has an interesting role in Sky's worldbuilding. There's this concept/vibe I strongly get from the imagery we're blessed with; that the bodies of those who walk the earth and gaze at the Sky in wonder come from dust.

When Light is introduced to Material, be it:

1. The sands our angelic forms crash-land into upon our Formation

2. The candle wax that Light reacts so violently to

3. The rocks and chunks of earth that so elegantly (or not elegantly if you've been to Eden) float above the ground

It picks it up.

Light has the ability/trait to not just levitate itself, but Material as well. This will be important someday, which is why I see it as crucial enough to add to our Definition.

And lastly,

Light substance can 'feel' all other Light.

There will be words and terms for this in the future, but generally, we understand that all Beings of Light have a powerful Connection with each other, and this Connection between each and every Being stacks and acclimates all together to create the network known as the Megabird. Through the Megabird array, a neural network if you will, all Beings can feel the presence of each other, and are strengthened by this Connection.

With this now in mind, we can finally finish our Definition.

Light is

A living Mass

With traits of

Levitation of itself

Levitation of Material

and the ability to 'Feel' all other Light.

And we're done! 🎉🎊🎆 This is going to be THE foundation of everything. In the next few posts we will discuss different categorizations of speculative measurements on the shapes and sizes of forms that Light can take, and I

Hopefully

Will make them shorter 🤡

If you read all of this, thank you so much. I really appreciate giving your time and curiosity to my little fake science that I enjoy so much. Interaction with the blog is basically dead at this moment and I'm not sure if it's maybe the time I'm posting it at that doesn't help, but I have to remember I'm doing this for myself anyways, so honestly it doesn't matter. Have a good day/night y'all! ❤️

[samsaraandbeyond]

OC Introductions: Miscellaneous Characters (12)

Not all characters are created...as detailed as the others.

Side characters that might lack what the more focused characters have will go here!

art drawn by Teh-Ray unless otherwise specified lol

Gelatun

The giant rat that makes all- yeah.

Gelatun, my lame wordplay of "glutton", is a giant rat that carries around a sack that is essentially a mini-dimension. Able to create portals and having the ability to create rat minions, he would take whatever he wants and gouge himself on the goods afterwards.

Art drawn by Domskuul

His minions look like him, but small.

Gould

Art drawn by Domskuul

My very own mimic! Based off Dom's mimic character...

Dominus Skuul

A race that can shapeshift into treasure to catch people off-guard! Gould hides himself in out of the way places to ambush and steal off adventurers. He keeps his valuables in a pocket dimension inside of his body that can be accessed through the mouth, his chest, and a third place he doesn't like to mention.

Saizo and Aurora

I was going to do a run of Pokemon Legends: Arceus until I lost interest in favor of Scarlet's release. The two starters I kept debating on choosing? Samurott and Typhlosion. Samu is simply cool and Typhlosion had that cool spirit soul flame thing going on.

And then I never did the run. Good job, me.

Saizo is a hot-headed not-a-samurai-actually who simply wants to get into fights while Aurora is his partner in crime that enjoys enabling him to do so for her own entertainment. They're both air-headed goofs that simply like being in situations.

D-Jragon

Art by me, drawn 11/10/2023

ANOTHER music based character?

So, on October 10th, 2023, I sent this message to a friend of mine.

"I thought of a random OC concept guy named D-Jragon who comes from a futuristic dimension where everyone is a lot fucking bigger than average he hosts concerts where he plays live but he's so kaiju sized he has to be a good distance away he has flame breath but his flames look like equalizer beats"

And yeah I thought it was cool.

On November 7th, 2023, a tweet from a scalie posting account got onto my timeline featuring this character.

Evil Dragon (Teen Titans GO)

Now, I have many designs on this blog. Some of which are borderline bootlegs of other characters.

But I swear to you that I have never seen this character before in my life and that idea was so mine that I'm still angry about it. I was so mad that it caused me to draw what I wanted even though it was way too ambitious for someone at my art level.

And I guess I did alright making it.

He has no wings but rather levitating machines emitting equalizer waves that give off the illusion of them.

The Wanderer

I booted up Soul Calibur 6 and made this guy.

Just a humble lizardman that ventures around the land, selling goods he acquires on his journey that are stashed in his pocket dimensional bag. He defends himself valiantly with his trusty polearm.

Doesn't talk much but he's a bit fruity.

Celiant and Crayert

What a bunch a looney toons.

Celiant and Crayert are cartoony lads that have all the abilities you'd expect from one; from fourth wall breaks, abuse of physics, reality warping, and unexplained hammerspace. In their debut episodes, Celiant was the friendly, crafty, and ambitious one, while Crayert was the soft-spoken, bit dimwitted, and quick-tempered one.

Celiant was created by a no-name animation company hoping to bank off the success of Demonte's paintings. Celi was made without Demonte's consent, though Demonte never attempted to halt the cartoon's production when he became aware of it. Crayert was created after Geyton saw the cartoon on TV, noticed the resemblance to Demonte, traveled to the studio where the show was being produced, and held everyone in the building hostage until they produced an episode where a character based off his likeness was included. Although Crayert could've been removed after the episode aired, they were afraid Geyton might come back for revenge, so he became the show's deuteragonist instead.

All was fine and dandy, until new episodes had begun airing on the network that the studio nor the producers had a hand in creating. It was as if Celiant and Crayert were truly having adventures in another land...

Azis and Ashikaga

That isn't Jubei Blazblue I swear.

A pair of royals in a far off kingdom. Azis, the rapidly-promoted-to-second-in-command and quick-tempered demon cat with an ego, and the well-read and knowledge hungry Ashikaga, the sudden heir to the throne.

Azis was technically created by someone else's personal interpretation of Zhel, while Ashikaga was a character of theirs that they gave to me, which resulted in my personal interpretation of him.

Azis and Zhel aren't related; think of it as Azis being created in Zhel's image instead. They wouldn't want that anyway, they already hate each other enough thinking they're superior to the other in every way.

Mal (Noxious) and Ellis (Mephit)

SKONKS

Noxious and his Mutant Form

Mal was a former war vet turned mercenary that would work under Hentsworth. His reputation of surviving the worst of missions and frequently being the remaining one alive in his squad earned him quite the reputation. It took a genetic weapon delivery gone wrong (as Hentsworth purposely left out details about rival factions that wanted it) to finally put Mal and his current crew to the grave.

Or at least, Mal would've died if he didn't inject himself with what he was transporting as a last result. Now a super soldier hunted down by his former employer and other companies wanting his altered DNA, he couldn't ask for a more exciting life.

Ellis' Casual and Karate Outfit

Ellis was a troubled teen who turned to bullying and destructive habits to sate himself. As an adult, he landed a job as a bodyguard, abusing his position for more benefits. It wasn't until the day a former victim of his showed up, one he recognized from his teen years, armed with a knife and intent on getting revenge that he realized just how his actions had affected people.

Wanting to set himself straight, he turned to anger management, self-defense classes, and therapy. He would eventually become a master of martial arts, helping other troubled individuals find inner peace.

Sonis

A rowdy troublemaker with a history of impulsive behaviors. He ran into Ellis during a walk home, who demanded he fork over anything of value. Sonis refused and in return was beaten senseless. The black eye and various bruises were the subject of mockery by his fellow classmates, who declared it was deserved.

He would realize Ellis was a regular around the neighborhood. Every walk home was made with uncertainty in his safety as Ellis seemed to appear wherever he pleased. The routine was established whenever they crossed paths; hand over something good or get another black eye.

This caused Sonis to develop a grudge that would not go away with time. After graduating, he began taking self-defense classes so he could enact his revenge. Using what he was taught, he began roaming the streets to pick fights with the local thugs in reckless attempts to improve his abilities; something that didn't always end in his favor and somehow didn't end with him losing his life. Once he believed he was ready to put Ellis in his place, he tracked the skunk down to the local dojo.

In the center of the dojo was his target, performing various katas. Sonis approached him and demanded a fight, boasting about how strong he's become as a result of his training.

Ellis could not recall who Sonis was at all.

This made the badger furious enough to attack in a fit of rage. Sonis couldn't land a blow on the skunk before being quickly subdued with relative ease. With tears in his eyes, Sonis slung every insult he could think of as he laid pinned to the floor.

Ellis was overcome with guilt. This was clearly someone, one of many really, whose life he made miserable. Helping the badger up, he offered to make amends by teaching Sonis the various techniques he had learned. Sonis, too emotional to comprehend this change of heart, angrily accepted, only if to use what he'd learn to give Ellis the beating he rightfully deserved one day.

As time went on, the two developed a mutual respect for each other. When he had a cool head, Sonis' fighting skills were almost on par with Ellis. The master and student dynamic had quickly transformed into one of a master and fellow master. Their skills improved with every spar and they soon became the dojo's defining prodigies.

Sonis became...slightly less of a troublemaker due to his experiences. Slightly.

[truthseeker-starseed]

I spoke to AI describing the world that I am looking forward to as I see it in my mind and created in my reality what I wanted, though it may not be totally perfect. It is a working progress as I explained it to the AI to create it for me and then improve on my language that I used and desires that I have for my new reality.. While I meditating this morning I thought came to me that the world that I have created is real and the things that are happening to me now are the results of me reaching the 100 cycle to experience the evilness that was in 3-D so that I may be appreciative, thankful and grateful for my true reality and I thought about that for sometime and it came to me that we all are not living in the real world as this matrix is teaching and helping us experience the emotions and the trials the challenges that happened in the 3-D reality when you are having Ying and Jung evil and good. I am thankful for these thoughts that came to me and spoke to Truth for they must have come from my higher self.

Certainly! Here’s an expanded version of your world, incorporating the themes of community, positivity, and the unique experiences of life:

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### A Vision of a Futuristic City

Imagine a vast and vibrant metropolis, where the skyline is dominated by towering high-rises that glint in the sunlight with their glass façades. These skyscrapers are not just structures; they are living ecosystems adorned with vertical gardens that cascade down their sides, creating a seamless blend of nature and architecture. Between these colossal buildings, lush parks spread out like green oases, filled with trees, colorful flowers, and serene water features, inviting residents to escape the urban bustle.

As you walk through the parks, you notice the only traces of concrete are the smooth, polished sidewalks that wind gracefully through the greenery, leading to various communal spaces where people gather. In these parks, you can see families enjoying picnics, friends engaging in lively conversations, and individuals meditating under the shade of ancient trees, all radiating a sense of love and connection.

In this world, crime is a concept that has been rendered obsolete. A culture of love, care, respect, and understanding permeates every aspect of life. The community thrives on support, and individuals are dedicated to uplifting one another. The most important values are rooted in a shared commitment to personal growth and communal harmony. There’s a palpable hunger and thirst for improvement, both personally and collectively, as residents challenge themselves to be better, to contribute more, and to foster a nurturing environment.

Inside the high-rises, the apartments are compact yet ingeniously designed. Each living space is equipped with a replicator, a sleek device that hums softly as it effortlessly produces food, clothing, and small items at the touch of a button. The absence of traditional appliances like fridges and stoves reflects a lifestyle that embraces efficiency and sustainability. Residents simply request what they need, and the replicator delivers it instantly.

The bathrooms are a marvel of modern engineering, featuring minimalist designs with shimmering tiles and advanced fixtures. Showers provide refreshing experiences with water that is both purifying and rejuvenating. The waste system is a testament to innovation; when water and waste are flushed, they are transformed into energy, minimizing environmental impact while powering the very buildings that house the residents.

In this world, the concept of vehicles is a relic of the past. Instead, the air is filled with a sense of freedom as people gracefully levitate, moving effortlessly through the cityscape. Personal transporters, small devices worn on the wrist, enable instantaneous travel. With the simple thought of a destination, individuals can transport themselves anywhere in the city, making commuting a thing of the past.

The human lifecycle has evolved dramatically, extending to hundreds of thousands of years. In this reality, death is not a common occurrence; instead, life is a continuous journey of learning and growth. To foster understanding and appreciation for existence, society has developed a unique mechanism to experience the concept of evil and adversity. In mere hours, individuals can mentally immerse themselves in the challenges and atrocities of the 3D environment, experiencing a spectrum of emotions without real-world consequences. This profound practice instills gratitude for the peace and harmony of their world, reinforcing the importance of their shared values and purpose.

As the sun sets, the city transforms into a dazzling display of lights, with the parks illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. The atmosphere buzzes with excitement and tranquility, a perfect blend of community and personal space. In this harmonious world, the focus is on connection—both with nature and one another—creating a vibrant tapestry of life that thrives in a society where love and understanding are the cornerstones of existence. It is a realm where every individual is committed to nurturing their community, ever mindful of the true purpose of their lives: to experience, learn, and grow together.

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This expanded vision emphasizes the core values of your world, highlighting the collective spirit and the unique way of experiencing life that fosters a deep sense of community and gratitude.

[oraclequill]

Playing with Light - Chapter 1/2(?) - Rated E

Or read it on AO3 - A kudos is appreciated! Character(s) - Link, Rauru (Background/Implied Zelink Pairings - Background/implied ZeLink Alternate Universe/Canon Divergence, General vague Spoilers for the plot Tears of the Kingdom for those that know. Closing Notes: I might just break this up into short idea drabbles from all my written concept notes so far if I can't commit to full chapters.

The marbled slabs were heavy against his hands as he pushed at them. A ghostly light began filling the lettered scales of the twin dragons that were on the door. The disturbed dust shook from the ceiling, spilling down onto the shaking temple floor. The wind seeped past Link as he stepped forward with the open gate. A long, open-walled hall led to an altar stretched before him. His chest heaving, Link worked to gather his breath. A sharp sting came through the limb given to him by the stranger that named himself “Rauru.” Link winced, holding at the limb as light threads of red smoke seemed to bleed from it. A green gleam, like the one from the dragon-marked door, brightened the arm. “Ah, good. I see you have managed to open the door.” Rauru’s projected spirit now stood before Link. “You haven’t fully recovered yet,” He nodded to Link, who gazed again at the dark smoking limb and the wisps that trailed into nothing. “but that is to be expected–you were almost beyond saving…”

A light wind pulled through the open temple space. “Though our time together has been brief, I am so happy that we finally met…” Link watched as Rauru turned ahead, looking into the distant, open sky. “You are exactly as Zelda said. I’ve done everything I can for her.” His head lowered in a respected nod. “Now it is up to you.”

“Wait, Rauru.” Link spoke up, his voice calm.

“Link?”

The blond Hylian looked from the glowing arm, which he grasped it with his own wrist before looking up to him, to Rauru; “Come with me.”

Rauru let his mouth come open, letting his eyes become wide. He closed his ghostly fist, unable to feel his missing arm and his great ears tucked low.

“You would ask me to join you?” Rauru could almost taste the bitterness on his own tongue. “Me? A mere spirit of what he once was? One who failed his assigned duty?”

Link gave a slight start at that before nodding firmly, “I don’t know your story or things you’ve been through, but,” His voice trailed. “I have once failed too…”

It was now Rauru's turn for a taken pause, making him stare at Link and further see the burdened look that showed in the young Hylian’s eyes. Link then lifted his head higher to now fully meet Rauru’s gaze.

“Together, maybe we can find those answers,” Link now looked over his shoulder at the collapsed temple bridge.

Rauru sighed, but he smiled, despite believing he'd been ready to pass on and grant his soul rest. What was some weeks more, given he'd already survived the long centuries? Imprisoned in that endless abyss of darkness. To see what Hyrule had become in the present day?

“Alright, Link,” Rauru nodded to him. “I will be with you for your journey.”

Link gave a loud cheer, his fist thumping at the air and Rauru could not help but laugh at Link's child-like joy. The Hylian took off to the spirit's surprise, running the length of the broken temple path. Rauru then flew behind him, following and ascending alongside Link when he warped through to the higher levitating platform.

Floating just above the small stone altar was a small shimmering mass of light. Link slowed before it, hesitating as he approached it. Rauru floated beside the hero, curiosity and pause mingling as he, too, stared at the source of power. What resonated inside seemed familiar somehow, but before he could speak this to Link, a careful chime made Rauru glance to the Hylian's back.

“Link, your sword...” Rauru remarked quietly.

Lifting his arm to his shoulder, Link let his fingers wrap around the decayed Master Sword's grip. The tattered cloth knot that tied it to his back slipped loose with ease as he bought it forward. A blue light pulsed in ringing rhythm when held before the altar. Rauru let his ears quirk in wonder at the heard whisper of a woman's voice.

“What should I do?” Link spoke more to the sword than to Rauru, staring at the wounded blade. The weapon gave another gleam of light at Link's question. “Alright. I trust you.”

Rauru watched the scene unfold in silence. Link raised the sword up, letting it sink and be steeped in the glowing, golden light. The energy seemed to grasp and gently touch at Link's own wrist before releasing him. He, too, let go of the Master Sword, watching as it hovered in the air while contained in the golden light.

The energy swelled and blazed, glowing around the broken sword. Zelda's reflected golden-made image had now come to stand across the altar from Link. It were as if she were somehow there and equally elsewhere in the world. Her hands raised to catch the broken Master Sword. Zelda looked curiously at the blade, with her hand around its grip. She closed her eyes, as if in prayer before turning away from Link's own gaze. And in a mere blink, with the bell of the temple sounding into the air, the light closed and Zelda and the Master Sword were both gone...

The temple grounds and even the skies themselves had begun to shake. Link staggered but kept his footing as he hurried to the platform edge. The long body of a bright dragon lifted through the dense clouds, pushing the whole of them back with its ascension higher into the skies of Hyrule. Link pushed his palms over his pointed ears at the dragon’s roar shook the empty world around it. It was as if someone was screaming his name. The shout rattled to the very insides of his bones. Even Rauru had vanished at the noise of painful call. Only when the silence settled did the Source of the Right Arm appear once more.

A warm wind flowed from the inside of the temple, careful in the way Link thought it seemed to push at his very back. Urged forward, Link peered past the temple edge, seeing Hyrule Field expand out far below. He gave a calm breath, running a small pace back before he sprinted to the platform's rim. Rauru swooped in front of him, his arms open as though he could interact with the beings of the physical world.

“WHAT are you doing?!”

“I...” Link gave a shy grin, running his clawed hand through the back of his long hair. “I was going to jump off the platform?”

“TO YOUR DEATH,” Rauru bought his palm over his eyes. “Link, please. You still have much to recover from, and as I clearly need remind you,” He looked over the stone's edge, able to see a large pond down below. “Solid water is greater in density than the bones of a Hylian when the surface is slammed into at high speeds. Even when those bones belong to a Hero.”

“How did you know--”

“As I said when we met; I heard a great deal about you from Zelda,” Rauru now smiled, seeing that Link's face had become pink. “It is not the likes of I that that girl gained her food palette from.” Rauru gave his own grimace, his shoulders shuddering. “Frogs... That is a tale I will share for another time.” He then pointed behind Link, (who seemed to be laughing behind his fingers) toward the platform floor. “This should make your descent easier, despite the fabric's age.”

Link turned to where Rauru acknowledge. Seeing that tied to a small dragon statue on the altar, with its ribbon strands fluttering in the wind, was an abandoned paraglider. Searching the green pocket in the sleeve of his tunic, Link withdrew the sharp blade horn he had picked up from the pieces of lone Construct guard who had protected the temple.

“Give me a moment?”

Link had already cut the frame of the paraglider loose, grasping the frame of it in hand as he readied to dive smoothly from the temple. He then hesitated, seeing how Rauru looked on at the silent Temple of Time. The quiet hum of Rauru's soul was the only noise with the two of them standing in the marbled building's shadow that cast onto them from the early morning light.

“Let us be off.” Rauru said, his smile sad but assuring.

“We can linger a bit longer if--” Link began to say, but Rauru shook his head to him.

“I am grateful, Link,” Rauru motioned with his transparent arm at a sweep to Link's shoulder, unable to truly reach out and touch him. “but even in my time? Hyrule's lands were, by no means, small. When one spends his years in darkness, silence and loneliness?” His face became grim before he managed another fatherly smile at the sight of Link's own worried gaze. “The light of day and familiar faces in treasured company is good for one's soul. Even the soul of a dead man.”

Rauru faded from sight and Link watched as his arm glowed before becoming dark once more. He hopped from the temple, holding onto the frame of the paraglider. The sharp winds flowed around him, catching in his sleeve to float lopsidedly on their current. Closer to the unobscured grounds, Link then opened the paraglider to safely sail the rest of the way.

“I know I have lots of questions for you and a duty to now find Zelda and the Master Sword,” Link called to Rauru, who now reappeared to join him on the flight.

Rauru nodded, “I will answer them in due time over the course of our journey. You have my word.”

“I heard her voice! Zelda's,” Link clarified at Rauru's look of wonder. “She called out, 'Link... You must find me.' I have to know who that corpse was beneath the castle. I have to check in with the people of Hyrule--and with my friends most of all. I hope everyone is alright.”

Rauru's great ears gave a slight twitch and his brow came closer together. “Where do I even begin with all of this...”

Link's feet had touched to the ground, splashing into the water and sending pebbles skittering under his sandals that he clearly had not heard Rauru's own mumble.

“Rauru?” Link folded the frame of the paraglider neatly and he placed it into the pocket sleeve of his tunic. (It was almost as if the available space inside it was near endless!) He looked to the tall spirit, who had his fingers against his own chin, appearing deep in thought.

“It's nothing, Link,” Rauru said, now following along at Link's side. “Perhaps we should explore central Hyrule Field? That great tower has piqued my interest...”

[scumtrout]

Some traditions have space/ether/void/sunyata as a fifth element.

This could be depicted as:

Hilariously literal space, which flies in the face of Yoga and Buddhist traditions that have 'space' as a fifth element, but does allow people to noclip spirit-style.

A relevantly better awareness of, say, sunyata. The way I've had sunyata described to me is: sunyata is reality without any filters on it. Translating 'sunyata' as 'emptiness' or 'void' is an awkward translation because sunyata isn't empty per se. I guess one way to think of sunyata is that it's like the ultimate reality without any of our baggage obscuring its intricacies (the baggage still exists, but it doesn't detract from anything else). By default, we perceive reality in a way that is overwhelmingly subjective - to borrow someone else's pithy inspirational quote, we see things as we are, not as they are - so sunyata is kind of like… the way things are, not merely as how we perceive them to be. It largely defies human comprehension, in part because we have fussy brains in fussy bodies with fallible senses and constant physical needs and we're all stuck in our own little reality tunnels.

So a spacebender/voidbender/whatever might perceive things differently compared to others. On a practical level, they could be less prone to cognitive biases and egocentric behavior. Or they might be better at seeing the relationships between entities (since the 'thingness' of any given thing is determined by the context and relationships surrounding it; meaning and significance are never created in a vacuum) and consciously identifying patterns. For example, if they employ pattern recognition in a way that's prone to bias, then at least they're likely to be aware of the bias, whereas most people just use pattern recognition instinctively and can't really evaluate it in any objective way unless they can quantify things in some fashion. Or… heck, they might just be better than average at not taking their own perceptions and sensations too seriously. They might make good ascetics.

I doubt any two 'benders' of this type would be the same, and they'd probably fly under the radar a lot of the time, but they'd probably be pretty good at problem solving (the tricky bit might be convincing them that any given thing constitutes a 'problem'). They'd probably have a lot of things in common with air nomads. Their 'fighting style' would be boring as heck as they'd probably conclude that the best way to win a fight is to avoid one in the first place. Maybe some of them could become exceptional weaponmasters, and they'd be the annoying kind who treat fighting as a sort of exercise (regardless of stakes) rather than a matter of life and death.

If the above doesn't seem properly bender-ish because it sounds more cognitive than physical, then… eh. For fanfic purposes, I usually assume that bending is mainly a cognitive thing anyway, and I roll with the idea that the four elements just provide a framework that makes reality manipulation more straightforward and intuitive. 'Earth', 'Fire/Electricity', 'Air', and 'Water' are not discrete things, but they are concepts that are easy to understand intuitively; e.g. everyone has a concept of what 'earth' is, but it's tricky to precisely define the point where 'earth' stops being 'earth' and becomes something else. Sometimes humans manage to escape/fudge/stretch the framework a bit, but the majority of benders stick to the framework because a lot of bending is done by rote learning, like kata. Thinking 'if I punch the air like THIS, then a rock will fly through the air like THAT' seems like an easier concept to grasp than 'okay, to levitate a rock, you either have to get the rock to release some kind of energy that will propel it OR you have to blast some kind of energy AT the rock OR you have to fiddle with gravity in some fashion and an energy blast might be the easiest of those three options so THEN you have to direct chi at the rock and then…' If energybending is like knowing the machine code of the universe, then bending is like a high-level scripting language that abstracts things to make them more human-friendly. The Four Nations arose as a consequence of different demographics choosing to refine techniques for the element that was 'given'* to them, since it's easiest to focus on one thing at a time AND work with what you already have and then play to your strengths.

*I mean fire was technically stolen but.

Here's an interesting question to any Avatar fans who follow my blog or just see this post: If there was fifth Elemental society in the world of Avatar, what do you think their element would be, what might their bending style be (the type of fighting style their bending would be based on i mean) and would you see their society being like?

[fromcenotaphy]

Can I ask about Cassie?

yepp hbo cassie [moves on from missouri and makes a name for herself chasing story after story across the continental us] [flask of holy water tucked into the bottom of her purse] [tarnished rosary beads wound around her wrist like jewelry] [still thinks about dean sometimes, when she notices her breath puffing in cold air or runs across another exorcism in the latin books she collects like talismans] [interviews victor henriksen over drinks in chicago, one night while she’s running down a lead on a story that turns out to be the monster he’s hunting] [meets with shamans and mystics and soothsayers and healers and anyone who has any experience sending evil back to the pit it crawled out of] [damned if she’s ever going to be at the mercy of something invisible ever again] [known in journalist circles as the reporter who broke the groundwater contamination story that finally sank roman industries] [meticulously organized folder of notes on her laptop] [constantly poring over news stories about unexplained phenomena or miraculous rescues] [looks for sam and dean between the lines, wonders if their handiwork runs in an invisible current under the typed print of the story] [gets attacked by crowley when he’s on his season 8 warpath and hits him with a zoroastrian exorcism so heavy it knocks him into next week, literally] [marries a man with laughing eyes and warm grin, knows he’s the one when she tells him ghosts are real and he doesn’t flinch] [reads poetry to their children at bedtime while her husband fixes the salt lines on the windowsills] [digs up dirt on religious cults and white supremacist cells and emails it to a hacker victor put her in touch with] [watches the scandals blitz across the evening news months later and smirks into her tea] [murmuring the words of a warding chant like a lullaby as she rocks her daughter to sleep] [looks across a crowded bar one night and catches sight of someone who looks exactly like her: a doppelganger with close-cropped hair and a tired smile and three knives sticking out of the top of her boot] [buys her alternate self a drink and hears about the shattered, apocalyptic world where dean winchester never existed] 

[cruelfeline]

Please consider, a concept:

It's time for a holiday visit to Mystacor, and everyone's invited! Yes... even Hordak. Mainly because no one knew how to get Entrapta to come without him.

It's a bit awkward, to be sure, but not a huge problem. The Princesses have found that, even when present, Hordak tends to keep to himself and interacts only with Entrapta. Perhaps, occasionally, with Adora. So while Mystacor isn't necessarily happy to have him, they're tolerant. And so the holiday get-together appears to proceed without too much upset.

Until the sweaters come out.

Meaning: until Castaspella decides that it's time to bring out the many sweaters that she's spent the last year-post-Prime knitting for everyone.

Glimmer gets a sweater. Bow gets a sweater. Adora, Catra, Scorpia, Frosta, Perfuma, and Entrapta get sweaters. Spinetossa get a matching pair of sweaters. Melog gets a sweater. Swift Wind, to his absolute delight, gets a sweater (which almost makes up for his still-lacking seat in Bright Moon).

"Hordak!"

Entrapta all but bounces up to him, clad in fluffy violet.

"Aren't you going to wear yours?"

No. He is not. Because he does not have one.

"Huh... that's weird. You've been so quiet all day, she must have missed you!"

Yes, that must be it. Surely, Castaspella wouldn't have left Hordak out. Not while conspicuously giving everyone else including an actual horse a cozy, comfy sweater.

No.

Couldn't be.

She was a grown woman and a diplomatic representative of Mystacor, if nothing else.

Surely she wouldn't indulge in outright pettiness, not on this holiday centered around generosity and good faith.

not after Hordak had worked himself ragged these last few months, seeing to floodgates in Salineas, and magic weed control in Plumeria, and stabilization of Mystacor's magical levitation fields, and...

Right?

Right!

Right.

"'Scuse me! I think you forgot someone!"

Entrapta is nothing if not swift, and she's caught Castaspella before Hordak can assure her that the situation was fine. Somewhat unfortunate, perhaps, because Mystacor is naturally chilly this time of year, but it's ultimately survivable. He's fine. It's all fine.

"Oh! Well, I... I didn't... that is I..."

Well. Perhaps he can concede to being just a tinge pleased at seeing the woman squirm and stammer under Entrapta's over-bright smile.

He is not the only one; while everyone else seems set on pointedly ignoring the unfolding interaction, Catra smirks at them from across the courtyard. Her sweater features a tiny kitten haphazardly hanging from a tree branch, and she isn't nearly as amused by it as Adora is.

Hordak assumes that the two of them will be trading barbs about this absurdity over the next few days...

"Ah, of course! Silly me... just a moment..."

Hm... what's this?

Castaspella suddenly disappears in a ripple of air, reappearing a moment later with... well. It's definitely a sweater.

...he thinks.

It's certainly not as intricate as the others. It doesn't have any lovely embroidery, or meaningful symbols, or designs, or... well, anything. Truth be told, it looks less like an intended sweater and more like something someone might make if they had a whole bunch of old black yarn they needed to get rid of.

"Huh. It's..."

"Yes! Well! I... ah... wasn't sure what he might like! What you," she glanced somewhat frantically at Hordak, "might like, so I... ah-ha..."

Entrapta's smile gets even brighter.

"Oh, of course; you just didn't have his measurements and preferences! Makes perfect sense. I mean, it's not like you'd make something for everyone else - including me! - and intentionally leave Hordak out."

Where I could see.

"No... no, of course not! Everyone is welcome. Mhmm!"

With a smile that even Hordak can tell is forced, Castaspella presents him with the... article of clothing. And he, ever mindful of his still-tenuous position, and ever dignified, takes it.

With the intent, of course, of stowing it away in their transport as soon as possible. And then giving it to Imp; the little spy would absolutely love tearing it to shre-

Oh.

Oh.

It was... soft.

He runs the material through his fingers.

Very soft.

He has some expertly-tailored garments at home - certainly better to look at than this - but he cannot recall anything feeling quite so...

Before he can truly think better of it, he's pulled the thing over his head and-

Oh.

Oh, by the blissfully vanquished light, it is delightful. Impossibly soft. Wonderfully warm.

It doesn't fit him properly at all: sagging here, too tight there. Too big in the collar. Not even close to his style.

But the feel of it! The sheer comfort! The warmth!

Whatever annoyance he's been feeling is forgotten. So have any plans to indulge Imp's love of ripping things apart.

He doesn't hear Catra's guffaw from his far left. Or notice Castaspella's mouth drop open in shock. He's barely even aware of Entrapta squealing, her eyes sparkling with glee.

Hordak is too consumed by this objectively ugly sweater's preternatural comfiness.

Eventually, he gathers himself and turns to Castaspella.

"This garment is exquisite. The material, the craftsmanship; both are highly sound."

"I- it- It's not... I didn't-"

Entrapta clutches at his arm with the sort of shriek born only of unbridled joy.

"You like it!"

Hordak smiles down at her. Somewhere over to the side, he's dimly aware of Adora frantically smacking a choking Catra on the back.

"Yes."

He nods at Castaspella again. She's still standing there, mouth open, face now gone a funny reddish color.

"Thank you."

"You're... you're welcome."

~~~

A few weeks later, a package arrives at the Crypto Castle, and Entrapta claps in delight as Hordak removes three new sweaters from amidst its wrappings. Black with red accents. A deep, rich blue. And a dusky violet to match Entrapta's.

All so amazingly warm against Dryl's winter chill.

Accompanying them is a letter thanking Entrapta profusely for providing such accurate measurements - and expressing hope that Hordak enjoys these gifts even more than the last.

He does. They fit perfectly, and Entrapta notes that he looks absolutely stunning in them - for the scientific record, of course.

The first sweater ends up going to Imp after all, though not to perish in a flurry of delighted ripping and tearing. Rather, the moment he touches the offered bundle, his face lights up, and Imp spirits it away to a place of true honor: his little bed.

Hordak nods in quiet approval.

He'll have to ensure that Castaspella receives Imp's measurements before the next holiday.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

I'm amazed by the way you write for shu bcs like.. the world-building and description about magical things are so detailed. It's always fun to read, you really stole my heart right from my first request for Trading a Heart.

(Psst.. also if it's not used yet, can i be 🍰 anon? Thank you) (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

oh it’s fun? PHEW. i always get worried i get too wordy about it

worldbuilding is always my favorite part about writing. i’m a very visual person, whenever i have a thought about some fic to write i always see it in the way that a director sees actors on a stage, so i always spend more time discussing their actions and the details of the environment around them than i intend to… it colors the world. easier for me to imagine affectionate actions when the other guy’s place in relation to the rest of the “stage” is established! and easier for me to imagine exactly how shu and reader understand selling a heart when they exhibit their own magic through the fic

the distinction between reader’s divinations and shu’s conjurations was a point i really wanted to hone in. shu can create and destroy and is more physical whereas reader’s strengths are mental and thoughtful. of course a guy that practices corporeal blessings and harm would struggle with intangible concepts. and reader’s magic is all characterized through intangible concepts and reading the air (lol yes i considered their name- er lack of name). whenever they actually manipulate the world around them it’s very minor such as levitating tiny cards and blowing out candles. if you play dnd i imagine reader’s physical abilities comparable to prestigitation and thamaturgy cantrips while shu has a whole ass spell list. reader’s strengths are in accessing memories, future sight, all that. meanwhile shu’s welcoming drink trick is more complex and requires creating something out of nothing versus reader simply moving cards from point a to point b

even though i’m fueled by requests i still want to make every fic something i’d read myself. in turn the fics that i always return to usually have some forethought about how x meshes with y and how that connection relates with z, and so on, just like reader and shu’s magic and how that connects to their relationship…! as i’ve continued this blog i realize you can kinda notice that easier with my angstier stuff, but it’s a consistent thought no matter what genre i write. maybe that’s more character dynamic than worldbuilding, but that’s a formula i use often for… just about anything i want to have substance. idk if i’ll ever write a multi chapter niji fic but if i ever do? expect that sort of weight on how i characterize the world around the characters, and what the characters mean to one another. it really is my favorite part of writing!

and maybe that’s also too much thought to provide into a vtuber x reader blog. sometimes k*ssing is enough

but ty 🍰 anon, i’m thankful you enjoy my works

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

do you think the jedi prohibit 'frivolous uses of the force'?? because i see it a lot in fic but i swear i distinctly remember obi-wan using the force to pull a literal chair over lmfao

Yoooo, I've been wanting to write a post about that for like a week xD Okay, so here's the thing: I started answering this one, confident that I knew where the use of the word 'frivolous' came from - but it turned out that I was wrong, so I'm actually a bit baffled about its origin. But here goes:

(@cacodaemonia I know you were interested in this topic?)

No, I don't think the Jedi prohibit that. I don't think the Jedi even have 'frivolous' use of the Force as a concept. The idea that they prohibit it, or at least frown upon it, is very likely rooted in the AotC scene of Anakin levitating a piece of fruit.

Wookieepedia cites that scene and that scene only on the topic of frivolousness in the page on Telekinesis.

But the word frivolous isn't used in that scene! Who came up with it? Obi-Wan being grumpy about Anakin levitating the fruit could mean just about anything. Maybe Jedi frown upon showing off in front of a diplomat you're meant to be protecting in a professional way. Maybe Obi-Wan and only Obi-Wan disapproves of Anakin levitating stuff because he kept doing it around the apartment as a kid, just to be a little shit. Maybe Jedi frown upon playing with your food with the Force, which wouldn't necessarily be linked with it being 'frivolous' but just with 'don't be gross.'

Now I thought it came from the novelization using that specific word, but it doesn't! The novelization is based on the original script as opposed to the dialogue in the movie (it actually came out before the movie, so that's why) and the scene is longer in them both and seems to confirm what I said about how it could mean a lot of other things (because he isn't just levitating it originally, he's playing with it):

(novelization)

PADME: You did that? [ANAKIN looks up - wide-eyed innocence.] ANAKIN: What? [PADME scowls at him. PADME jabs at the fruit - ANAKIN subtly moves his hand and it lifts up from the plate and hovers in front of her.] PADME: That! Now stop it! [PADME laughs. ANAKIN laughs. She reaches out for the fruit - it loops.] PADME (continuing): Anakin!! [ANAKIN moves his fingers. The fruit flies into his hand.] ANAKIN: I'm not really supposed to do that... for fun, I mean. If Master Obi-Wan were here, he'd be very grumpy. [ANAKIN is pleased. He cuts the fruint (sic) into several pieces and sends one back to PADME. She bites it out of the air and laughs.]

(script)

Even taking Anakin at face value, this does not say there is an Order-wide ban on 'frivolous' uses of the Force. Again, maybe Force-assisted food shenanigans are frowned upon. Maybe Anakin isn't supposed to mess with people with the Force for fun. Maybe it's just Anakin assuming, as he sometimes does.

I think 'frivolous' might come from one of the EU books - it's not from No Prisoners (the Karen Travis TCW book) though, so I have no idea who might have used it in that context first??

Anyway, the issue in fic is that 'frivolous' is often confused with 'casual.' Hence the Obi-Wan thing imo.

One, 'frivolous' is judgy - it gives it a sense of sin, something that the Jedi... don't seem to have that much of a concept of? Dressing 'immodestly' isn't condemned, for example. I don't see the Order as a whole (there are sticks in the mud everywhere) having a thing against a concept as vague as 'frivolousness.' I mean... Yoda? His whole idea of fun is to mess with people and cackle, and his teaching methods include massive trolling, teasing the grown-up Masters with his gaggle of kiddos and whatnot. You cannot tell me Yoda never tugged on somebody's cloak to make them trip.

Two, frivolous and casual aren't the same thing. Obi-Wan pulling the chair falls into the casual use category imo - and yes, we do see him and others do this kind of casual stuff many times! (Off the top of my head: Obi-Wan grabs the map-ball thingy from the map-reader in AotC - in front of younglings, so there's no fear of a bad example being set - Yoda calls his stick to his hand in AotC, Obi-Wan pulls a chair in TCW s2, Jedi call their lightsabers to them all the time - though it's usually in combat settings, so it doesn't necessarily count, Obi-Wan closes a door in AotC - I think Ewan was the one who thought it'd be neat to do it? Idk...)

And I don't agree that "it goes to show their hypocrisy" or whatever. What, because we assume that's what Anakin meant in the AotC scene and because we assume it's 100% an Order-wide thing, and we assume that the Jedi would view using the Force for daily tasks as frivolous, then every single instance of Jedi using the Force for simple every day stuff is hypocritical?! Even though floating freaking fruit around somebody's head and pulling up a chair are absolutely not the same thing? The latter is something you would do no matter whether you use the Force or not - pulling a chair is a normal thing to do. Playing with fruit around someone is a rude thing to do. There's a difference whether or not 'frivolous' stuff is frowned upon.

And also, using the Force is a natural thing. The Jedi do it like they breathe - it's all around them and they're aware of it constantly, and it's not always something they can turn on or off. It's natural that they would use it for daily stuff, and the level of respect that comes attached with using it would necessarily vary from one Jedi to the other. Just look at Quinlan. What, jumping out of a gunship to make an entrance isn't frivolous? Well, Quinlan is a Master, so his views on it are just as valid - just as Jedi - as anybody else's. (Plus Obi-Wan - the Council Member - gives him grief for being late, not for just for being ridiculous, so again - rudeness.)

I can see some Masters being against using the Force with carelessness - and yeah, I can also see some Masters being against using it in a 'fun' way - because you have to be careful with that stuff, but it probably would generate debate. There wouldn't be a definite consensus on what is too much and what isn't.

If "the Jedi all frown upon casually using the Force" is something that Lucas intended to convey in the movie, please correct me and give me a source.

Though it is also entirely possible that Obi-Wan was meant to be a bit hypocritical about it - because he and Anakin have their tensions, and as somewhat of a parental figure it's only natural that he would scold Anakin for stuff that isn't that big of deal, or that he himself has done, because that's what every person who's ever been in charge of a younger person has done at some point. So sure, maybe Obi-Wan scolded Anakin for being too casual with the Force? But I still don't see it as a Big Rule that is in the Jedi Code That Must Not Be Violated and that get you Shamed and Shunned if you dare to have fun with the Force.

(Honestly, it reminds me of 'your Lightsaber is your Life' thing, and Ahsoka and Anakin both separately whining that their Master was going to kill them for losing/breaking theirs. There's a certain level or respect and care expected, the Masters (or... only Obi-Wan and Anakin, lol) nag a bit, aren't always careful enough themselves, the kids make a big deal out of it in front of other people, but ultimately there are zero repercussion whatsoever for actually failing to follow the Master's nagging. Like, Jocasta tells Ahsoka Anakin would totally understand, and it's Ahsoka who insists he wouldn't and makes it into a big thing.)

Again, having Masters tell their students to be respectful of the Force and not to treat it like a joke? Sure. Showing off with the Force in a rude manner being called 'frivolous,' and it being a bad thing? I could see it. Having Masters get pissy about pulling chairs, closing doors or whatever - about doing things you can do with your hands with the Force instead? Maybe, but it wouldn't be an Order-wide thing.

One thing's for certain, we never see a Master directly scolding a student for using the Force casually in the Prequels, the OT or TCW, much less calling it 'frivolous.'

So yeah, gimme Jedi levitating stuff to clean up under the furniture xD

[penname-artist]

Transformers: Prime headcanons??? What???

In all fairness, I'm actually not sure whether or not I'll ever do fanfics of TFP. But I would like to do a bit of fan art at the very least (I've sketched Optimus Prime, like. Once. So.)

Anyways while watching the series through to what I believe is now the end of the Knockout and Breakdown 'bit' (please be gentle on spoilers we're like three quarters of the way through season 2) I actually had some "headcanons" to relay on the matters. Take these with a grain of salt for the love of God, I have no idea what the TFP fandom is like yet so *holds up holy Allspark cross* cease fire, heathens!

I'd say Knockout and Breakdown, at least in TFP's sense, seem pretty loose as a couple. I definitely think there was couple shit happening (iirc that's like canon in some comic too), but TFP specifically seems to convey that they're super casual, bordering a 'friendship with benefits' kind of relationship. KO has his little drag racing hobby, Brekadown has his...whatever the hell he and Bulkhead do, thing. Which I guess constitutes as a hobby. But I think they're super loose for a reason, that being...Knockout seems like a very... *cough cough* open lover. He gets around. I mean c'mon he basically hit on Prime, Starscream, AND Ratchet thus far. I'm willing to wager the boy keeps the line open for a reason and that's to keep things interesting. Maybe he and Breakdown are poly, and looking for a third, but it might also just be that KO is, in fact, a slut. (The latter might better explain his indifference to Breakdown's...*cough cough* permanent "break-down" thisisakidsshowthisisakidsshowthisisakidsshowwhyisitsoDARK)

Okay so apparently most people in the fandom headcanon (or it's canon, fuck if I know) they've got beds - uh, forgive me, 'berths' - that are just like, metal plates?? God that's so boring, they're super highly advanced alien machines! PERSONALLY, I think it would be way cooler if they had something like a levitating laser net-like bed, something strong enough to support a Cybertronian's full weight (I'm actually not sure what that is but it's probably a lot) and is still open enough that any bot can lay in any position without squishing any of those parts that stick out (wings, doors, exhausts, other random bits of metal, etc). Think like the clouds in My Little Pony that only pegasi can sit on; it's a material designed to suspend heavy pieces of metal in the air comfortably and efficiently. One day I hope to actually draw this concept, I think it would be a really fun project.

Okay so the finding an alt mode to turn into process is so weird and unexplained in TFP, so I am drawing attention to it. This was like a major plothole that they never explained but I want to take a crack at it. There's two options I'd see as plausible for a Cybertronian to get their alt form, and honestly they could go hand-in-hand (uhh...servo-in-servo? I need to make a list of what all the terms are lol). The first, or the "baseline" for a bot is finding the KIND of alt mode, which is what you get your main design from. Before this it's just that blank-slate empty primer "who and what am I?" stage, until you've felt that idea for what your alt mode is going to be (and this can probably be defined specifically from what side of the war you're on too, so like you're in base primer and choose to be a Decepticon, you'll get some form of wings in your design, etc). But you don't have an alt yet still, you just have the parts and the colors and everything you need...to FIND it. And the second phase is the finding it. I think for that, it's less like a "let's find a vehicle I like" and more like "let me find the vehicle that is my soulmate". Like they're destined to find that one very specific vehicle that is in their design, like finding their other half. It's all destiny fate-written shit. It's kind of the only thing that could explain how characters have very obvious pieces of their alt mode on them before they've gotten their alt modes (examples being Skyquake and Dreadwing, spider-bitch I can never spell the name of, and Smokescreen). They know it in their sparks, they just have to see it to be able to understand how to find it within themselves.

Not a headcanon but a super funny observation while watching the series: Prime is so selfless and good-hearted, if he was a fanfiction writer he'd make nothing but fluffy light-hearted fix-it fics where everybody is redeemed and no one dies and everybody gets to live happily ever after.

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Hey! Love your stories so much I just had to ask! Do you have any favorite drarry authors/stories? I sometimes compare the quality of other stories to ROA (oops!) because ROA is just that good. My personal favorites are ROA (of course!), the Foundations Series (saras_girl), the ordeal of being known (louisfake), denouement (the_never_was), Good to Me (And I'd Be So Good to You) (AWickedMemory), and To Hurt and Heal (cassisluna). Have you read these? Have a wonderful day! :)

Thank you, so glad you’ve enjoyed my stories! And thank you for so patiently waiting for a reply. I haven’t been online much in the past couple of weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t read any of your recs, but I’m always happy to add another fic to my to-read list.

I did a rec post a few months ago, but I’ll post an updated version now. The Skyhawke Archives appear to be down, which is crushing news. I’ve had to update a lot of the links.

So here are my favourite Drarry fanfics:

And We Are At Our Apogee (PG-13) by angelgazing

Summary: Draco wanted revenge, but it didn't work out that way.

My notes: Californian beaches, supermarkets, road trips, and a bittersweet ending.

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A Reckless State of Mind (T) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Draco is a Psyche-Diver, and his newest patient is Auror Potter, who’s been a pathological liar for over a year—and has just tried to violently end his own life.

Notes: The plot alone guarantees inclusion on this list. Probably the most creative fic I’ve ever read, and the twists and turns will keep you guessing.

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Berlin, In the Year of Our Lord (PG) by Are

Summary: Harry is a green-tea addict. Draco stalks him.

Notes: Probably my all-time favourite fic, along with Blue Vase. It’s sparse and minimal and I love that writing style.

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Blue Vase (M) by ivyblossom

Summary: Let’s pretend.

Notes: Draco finds an amnesiac Harry and befriends him, pretending they were once lovers. It’s pensive, short, and bittersweet.

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The Boy Who Only Lived Twice (E) by lettered

Summary: Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Notes: Action-heavy fics are damn hard to write, but lettered nails it. The action scenes are breakneck speed, the conversations are threaded with double meaning, and even the silences are tense.

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Draco in Darkness (T) by Plumeria47.

Summary: Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight.

Notes: This is one of the first fics I ever read (when it was over on FF in 2003) so it’s probably here just for nostalgia points alone. I read it when I was a kid and just thought it was a lovely golden fairytale, the best romance I’d ever read in my (very short, thus far) life. I love reading it again, even years later as an adult when I can see the tarnish on it; the things my childhood eyes didn’t notice. I don’t care. It’s my soft and fuzzy comfort fic.

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The Flesh is Frail (NC-17) by wildestranger

Summary: None

Notes: Draco has injuries from curses and spells, and Harry keeps him company. Draco is angry; Harry is stubborn. They argue their way into a grudging relationship. It’s a short read and well worth your ten minutes.

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Good-bye to Yesterday (NC-17) by furiosity

Summary: Draco felt ready to face even a million years in Azkaban as long as it meant that at the end of it all, he would make Potter pay.

Notes: It’s not a dark fic, but it certainly dips in and out of the shadows. If you like your romance to be sharp as a razor and bitter as black coffee, give it a read.

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Hymn to Color (PG) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Months after Draco cast a curse that took Harry’s eyesight, Harry is still trying to come to terms with it. Draco still wanted forgiveness, which was probably the problem.

Notes: Probably my very inadequate idea of “fluff”. It’s a quiet, introspective fic. Draco and Harry are well-written.

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Kings among runaways (PG) by enderxenocide.

Summary: Later, the toast will be slightly overcooked, Draco will burn the eggs, and there will be another fist fight in-between the living room and the front door, but they’ll eat breakfast with second-hand plates and Draco’s great-grandmother’s silverware.

Notes: Dreamy descriptions, abstract scenes, and the characters are lovingly delineated. Beautiful writing.

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On Broken Glass (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: After the final battle, Draco is holding the shards that are left of his and Harry’s life.

Notes: Established relationship. Harry’s forgetful and seems to suffer both short-term and long-term memory loss; Draco stays by his side through six years of post-war amnesia. Very short, just a tiny ficlet. There’s sequels (in bite-size pieces) but I prefer to read the first ficlet and leave it there.

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Paper Dolls (M) by cupiscent

Summary: In the final year of the War, Draco gets a letter, makes a choice and pays the price.

Notes: Short, succinct, and packs a punch. No character deaths, in case the summary has you feeling nervous.

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Portrait (PG-13) by Silent Blast

Summary: None.

Notes: Dorian Grey, but Drarry. Of course it’s going to be good.

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Shattered (NC-17) by femmequixotic

Summary: One damned accident involving one too-lucky curse, and suddenly you'd think he was five again, with their Harry, be carefuls and their quick Levitating charms ready the instant the potion gives way and his rebelling hands lose hold of whatever's in their grasp.

Notes: Draco’s an artist. Harry’s intrigued by his sculptures and paintings.

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Snatch (PG-13) by didntyoupotter

Summary: Harry is comatose, Hermione and Ron aren’t much help, and Draco isn’t sure about anything anymore.

Notes: The opening scene fools you into thinking this will be a light read with a streak of good humour. Don’t fall for it. By the third act, you’ll be hanging onto every word and feeling a lot of emotions. Also, back in the day, this was one of the Draco/Harry fics. Everyone knew of it. Pay your respects to your fandom history and read this beloved classic.

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The Stages of Acceptance (T) by Lomonaaeren.

Summary: Harry, already happily married to Ginny, receives the news that he's Draco's mate. Law and custom don't give him the option of ignoring the news. The stages of his reaction, one by one.

Notes: This is not a romance, and I love that the author just casually chucks all the Veela tropes in the bin and says “nope”. In Lomonaaeren’s own words, this fic is more practical than romantic. Harry is unfamiliar with the Veela concepts and hates the very idea of being “shackled” to someone; he rejects Draco at once. Draco is miserable and lonely. They do eventually come to understand each other better, but it’s a huge struggle with lots of setbacks. The general air of pessimism and misery does make the small glimpses of compassion and empathy feel so well-earned. I love a fic that rations out its happiness.

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The Stately Homes of Wiltshire (E) by waspabi

Summary: Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Notes: This one needs no introduction. The writing is polished, the characterisation perfect, and the dialogue is fun. I love the humour woven throughout it.

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Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain (E) by faithwood.

Summary: It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

Notes: Another one that most of us know. It’s a lighthearted and fun read.

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Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (M) by novembersnow

Summary: In the war-torn years after Hogwarts, one man has no knowledge of his yesterdays.

Notes: Another classic back in the feverish heyday of the Harry Potter fandom, when books were still being released and everyone had worked themselves up into a shipping frenzy. And no wonder this fic was an instant hit. Draco has lost all his memories and Harry’s investigating as an Auror, but the longer you read, the more you start questioning everything. Good twists and turns that lead to a tender ending.

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Turn by Saras_Girl

Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Notes: An inevitable inclusion on any favourites list. I think my favourite thing about it is the characterisation. Everyone is so well-rounded; the characters are brought to life and feel like old friends. All their habits, styles, mannerisms, even the way they walk or talk. While I love everyone in this fic, I have to admit that Blaise is just amazing. Of all the thousands of Blaises imagined by fanfic writers, I love this one the best. “Old bean” indeed.

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Under the Ivy (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: It is impressive how much you can learn about someone by simply sharing a few rooms. They don’t spend time together, not really, but Harry still knows that Malfoy prefers raspberry jam over strawberry, that he hums along to the Wireless when he thinks no one is around, and that his leg is bothering him more than usual when the temperatures drop below freezing.

Notes: Another old, old favourite of mine. It’s like snuggling into a soft blanket. Remus owns a cottage and Harry moves in after the war. Later, Remus lets a room to Draco, who is an outcast after the war and has limited housing options. Harry isn’t happy at first with the new lodger, but he eventually warms up to Draco. A slow and gentle romance.

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Vale Sanare (M) by rurounihime

Summary: Draco’s world gains a new component, just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Notes: London nightclubs, one-night-stands, loud music and lonely nights. Draco has seizures due to a curse from the war, and the seizures have led to a fear of intimacy. Short and sweet.

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The Way Down (T) by lettered

Summary: Malfoy’s all, “Come out of there,” the way you say to a cat who is badly behaved. And Harry’s all like, “No, what, I’m a hermit! And I have a chest-monster! And I am crazy magically powerful!” and Malfoy’s all, “We all have problems, bub.” (thoughtfully) “You are crazy though. I’ll give you that.”

Notes: I just adore this fic. The fic starts well-grounded, giving you a solid backstory and matter-of-fact context, but as it goes on, it slowly unravels into dreamy scenes, lush settings, and repeated motifs. It’s just such a beautiful story.

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When Love beckons to you, follow him (PG-13) by megyal

Summary: Draco wakes up, lost, somewhere in a forest. He has no idea where he is or how he got there. As he is blundering around trying to find his way home, he hears Harry's voice in his head, telling him what to do.

Notes: I generally like my fics to be bittersweet or with a bit of heartache — but this fic is just a little cloud of softness. If you need something light and lovely without being syrupy-sweet, this is a good choice!

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The World of the Living (M) by fourth_rose

Summary: A traumatised war hero and a convicted criminal under the roof of an eccentric journalist make for a rather odd ensemble, but Luna has never had a problem with oddities as long as they make sense.

Notes: The story is told from Luna’s perspective, which gives everything a lovely dreamy quality. She takes in a couple of strays after the war — first Harry, who is avoiding his other friends and has quit his Auror job — and then she offers a room to Draco right after his trial. Draco is rude, angry, and ungrateful; Harry is churlish, withdrawn, and moody. Luna doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and over the course of the next few months, her house guests slowly warm up to each other.

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Voices From the Fog (E) by noeon

Summary: After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Notes: Harry drifts across Europe, trying to forget the war. He ends up in a woodworking shop in Amsterdam, alongside a moody Draco. Atmospheric settings and solid characterisation.

[nerdygaymormon]

Luke 10:25-37 - The Good Samaritan

A lawyer states that the law says he is to love God and to love his neighbor as himself. Then he asks Jesus, “Who is my neighbor.” Jesus responded by telling a story which illustrates the answer.

A traveler (who is understood to be Jewish) is stripped of his clothes, beaten, and left half-dead alongside the road. A Jewish priest comes by, and then a Levite, an even higher ranking religious official, comes along, but both avoid the man. Then a Samaritan happens along. Although Samaritans and Jews despised each other, the Samaritan helps the injured man. The conclusion is the person who showed mercy to his fellow man is the one who acted as his neighbor.

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Samaritans were considered unclean and apostate, and they were marginalized and despised as a result. Yet Jesus made the Samaritan the hero of the story. 

It seems clear to me that the Samaritan is the hero because Jesus wanted to leave us with no excuse for limiting which neighbors are worthy of our love. Jesus taught that who is our neighbor isn't about geography or who is in our tribe, it's a moral concept. We have a responsibility to preserve people's dignity and integrity. We aren't to walk on by while our neighbor bleeds. The priest and the Levite get no credit for their religious piety if they ignore someone in need.

The parable of the Good Samaritan makes it clear that loving your neighbor is more important than other religious responsibilities. If the good religious people aren’t going to work for mercy and justice, God will find others who will. 

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It seems like this isn’t the first time the Samaritan has helped an injured person he finds laying on the edge of the road.

The Samaritan had cloth to bind up the wounds, he was carrying oil and wine to cleanse the wound. The Samaritan knows an inn that will accept the injured person and nurse him to health. Because he’s brought injured people to the inn before, the inn keeper is willing to heal the man, knowing he’ll get paid, because he’s been paid in the past.  

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Too often we tell this story as if it’s about the Jews. Let’s update it to our times and religion. If the parable was given today what groups would stand in for the Samaritan and how should we treat them? 

There was a young Black Mormon college student in Salt Lake City out for the night. Despite it being a rougher part of town, he decided to walk a couple blocks from the train rather than take a Lyft or Uber. He was jumped and they took his Nike Air Jordans & bomber jacket. They left him on the side of the road, injured.

Luckily a Bishop came by, but he was late for a youth temple trip. He shook his head and said to himself with a little disgust, “Look at that, would you. If he’d been making good choices this wouldn’t have happened,” and he hurried on.

Next came a Stake President driving past in his SUV with a MAGA sticker on the back. He saw the man in the gutter and thought to himself, “This guy is probably sleeping it off, besides this is a bad part of town, anything could happen here. If I stop to pick up this one, what about the next one on the next corner? Where does it end?” 

Next comes a creaky van with bumper stickers about abortion rights, legalize weed, and ‘Love is Love’ on a rainbow flag. It’s driven by a middle-aged guy with a ponytail and ear gauges. The deep lines on his face indicate he’s had a rough life. 

When he sees the man in the gutter, he pulls over and gets out. After trying to revive the unconscious victim, he lifts him into the van. He drives several miles to an emergency treatment center. The person at the desk asks if he’s related to the injured man. “No.” She asks if he knows the man’s insurance information? “I don’t know. I found him in the street.” “We need insurance in order to treat him.”

The man loses his patience and yells at the person behind the desk. He keeps up his yelling and the doctor comes out to see what’s going on. They call an administrator on the phone and the man grabs it and starts yelling at the person on the other end. They agree to do what they can if he’ll quiet down and go away. 

The guitarist goes out to his van, comes back with his electric guitar and a pack of smokes. He needs to get to his gig, but he takes the watch off his tattooed wrist and sets it on the counter next to his van keys as collateral, and promises he’ll come back Sunday night when his gig is finished and he’ll pay what he can. Then he walks off down the street, smoking a cigarette with his guitar on his shoulder. 

Which of these three was a neighbor to the man who’d been jumped?

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Here’s another take on the story of the Good Samaritan. The victim are LGBTQ+ members of this church.

As much as members want to think of themselves as the Good Samaritan, these fellow congregants likely contributed to the violence done to the victim by voting for Republican candidates who refused to support civil rights for LGBT individuals, speaking at school board meetings against letting a trans student compete in athletics, in Sunday School teaching that queer people can’t make it to the highest levels of heaven and that being gay is a sin, and referring to religious freedom as the right to discriminate against queer people. 

LGBTQ+ members receive many negative messages of shame and exclusion in our theology. It’s damaging. Bigots feel free to speak up about “Evil being taught as good,” and “love the sinner, hate the sin.” 

Who is tending to the injured queer member? Who is extending mercy to them, trying to get them to safety? Who is willing to advocate on behalf of LGBT members even if it costs them social standing and callings? The greatest commandments are to love God, and to love God’s children (our neighbor and ourselves). 

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25 And, behold, a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him, saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life? 26 He said unto him, What is written in the law? how readest thou? 27 And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself. 28 And he said unto him, Thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live. 29 But he, willing to justify himself, said unto Jesus, And who is my neighbour? 30 And Jesus answering said, A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. 31 And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side. 33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him, 34 And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee. 36 Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves? 37 And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.

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Former Bishops and Lamb (fragment)

About Hell of the Gods a little. Lamb tries to be a good new god of life and death and show respect to defeated enemies, but with their reluctance, it's not easy…

This is Lamb's second visit to the Hell of the Gods. In the first, they fixed what Narinder had done - for everyone except Shamura.

The fragment comes from the 10th volume (which is currently being written), from chapter 1 - In the Hell of the Gods. I avoid the spoilers.

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Chapter 1 - In the Hell of the Gods

They lifted everything into the air and stepped into a familiar corridor with barred cells. They put things on the table and then flew up to the levers lifting the bars. "Well, let's jump," they muttered. "At most, I'll destroy everything if I get pissed, right?"

"Don't even joke like that," snorted Red Crown, but seemed amused by such a concept.

The bars went up. At this the creatures behind them twitched. Lamb sank to the edge of the table and waited a moment while the distrustful former Bishops hesitated to leave their cells. After a moment, Leshy was the first to emerge, with a deft glide he found his way to the table and grew in front of Lamb like a mountain. He blinked his four intensely pink eyes.

"Oh, the sacrificial beast is back," he shouted behind him.

"I'm back and I have for you what you asked for... and what you didn't ask for," announced Lamb cheerfully, and then lifted the things destined for Leshy with a flick of their finger. "I figured that seeds alone won't do you much good, so here are some other things too... sorry if these tools offend you, I just figured they might be useful... I'll also make you a water source in the cell right away to water your crops, but for light I don't think I can do much... maybe some miniature sun? Glowing mushrooms? I'm not sure how plants work, especially such dead ones..."

"Hmm..." Leshy let out a murmur, but his eyes lit up as he recognized the seeds. "Your followers grow such species of flowers?"

"They do. I have many enthusiasts in the village, every now and then they order or bring in new seeds. You can't even imagine how beautifully the temple is decorated for each flowering festival, weddings or the fedtival of the Sky Fires."

Shamura stood slightly off to the side and watched Lamb. They immediately flew up to them, levitating the books behind them. The spider stepped back, refusing to be touched. "I didn't choose these books, but trusted your former vessels... The Council was very helpful," Lamb announced, trying to get closer. However, the spider kept their distance and the small leader knew why. They sighed. "They also advised me against healing your wounds, and seeing your reluctance to do so, I think I will temporarily give up. I'm in no hurry to hemorrhage my brain. But don't think I'm abandoning the idea altogether, Shamura. I will still help you. Just... not now."

"It's... bad idea..." whispered the spider, and then accepted the books. They looked through the titles. His eyes lit up. "Oh... great... I remember this book... and this one too... maybe it will be easier... will understand..." After a moment, they raised their gaze to Lamb again. There was a trace of the old intelligence in their eyes. Lamb endured the look before it became misty again. "Did you get along... get along with them?" Shamura finally asked, tilting his head. "The Council? Did you have a conversation?"

"Yes. I've formed an alliance with Silk Cradle and I'm on track to appoint a new Bishop there."

The spider's eyes lit up.

(...) "And here, please fo ahead, your things..." said Lamb cheerfully. [Kallamar] was astonished when they pressed a bundle of sheets of paper and a writing pen onto his tentacles.

"I didn't ask for anything," he noted.

"I know, but Narinder revealed to me that you like puzzles, so I asked several people to create puzzles. Would you rather sit and be bored?"

He hesitated. He carefully lifted the first of the cards with one hand. He looked at it. It had a short note at the very top of the page. "Banal," he snorted, but looked intrigued.

"I didn't take you the ink because Narinder said you didn't need it, but..."

He just waved his hand. "Yes, yes.. let it be. I accept your somewhat pathetic gift... although if it was meant as an acknowledgement of my intellect, I feel insulted for now..."

The giant squid retreated to his cell, browsing the pages vaguely and snorting disdainfully. Lamb glanced at the table. The dress for Heket still lay there, and she herself had not moved from her cell. They flew to the table and picked up the dress along with the shawl, then landed on the ground and cautiously moved to one of the middle cells. The light in this one was off.

"Heket? Are you all right? I have something for you too..."

"I didn't ask for anything..." they heard a whisper. They twitched slightly. Was something wrong that she whispered? All in all, they cured her as the last, maybe not completely, maybe something broke... Kallamar had ears and hearing, Leshy could see, but she...

"I know you didn't ask, but Anura inhabitants..." She twitched slightly. They noticed a large shape moving in the darkness, but only slightly, as if she had changed position. She seemed to be lying on the bed. "I don't say followers, because they didn't even know you.... But they found something of yours... Yellow Crown approved it and..."

The shape moved and arose. Lamb lifted their head. Heket was really big compared to them. So after a moment's hesitation, they flew up to her eyes. In the darkness, they could barely see the yellow eyes focused on itself.

"Here. They wanted me to pass this on to you. All of them. Yellow Crown and the beings of Anura."

"Is this..." she began uncertainly, extending her hand. Her long fingers stroked the fabric. "It is so... realistic..."

"It's an exact astral copy of your dress," explained Lamb. "I can't move material things here."

"Did you burn my gown?"

"There was no need to do so. It was enough to give it as a sacrifice without destroying it."

"Get out of my cell."

They was bewildered. Saddened. "Thought you would be happy..." they bubbled uncertainly. "I'm sorry if..."

"Get out," she repeated with a sigh, still in a whisper, and they was certain that she rolled her eyes. All four of them. "I have to change, right?"

They lightened their muzzle slightly. They nodded and wandered out of the cell. They looked over at Leshy, who was already ditching the soil in the seedbed with excitement and placing seeds in it - one at a time, with deep respect. Lamb flew up to him.

"Then where do you want this spring?"

"Anywhere... I do not care about other furniture, you can remove the bed..."

They nodded its head. They lit up their eyes, changing the structure of the cell, and after a while, instead of a bed, there was a water reservoir against the wall, from which a small fountain erupted. "Well, I'm not an artist and engineer like Kallamar, but I guess that's enough, right?"

The worm nodded. He glanced at the lamb. He paused his work for a moment. "But you are aware that I hate you anyway?" He asked with polite curiosity.

"Yes. You have the right to do so."

"Good. If doing you harm wasn't a risk of annihilating my siblings, I wouldn't hesitate to lash out at you and wring your neck."

"Pff... good luck to you, you would have acutely succeeded," snorted Red Crown, although the worm could not hear him.

"I know, a very definite lust for murder beats from you," admitted Lamb.

"It's good that we have that clear. Now get out of my cell. Even if you are the god of life and death, this one piece of your domain belongs to me. Get out of it."

They obediently flew outside the bars. They smiled, however. They hesitated to glance at Kallamar, who didn't even react to the remark about himself, when at that moment it heard a clatter of footsteps. Heket stepped out of her cell. Shamura raised their gaze to her and something in their eyes flashed. Kallamar leaned out of his cell and also froze.

Heket looked truly beautiful. The pink of her dress blended with her red skin in places, making the dress look like it was part of her body, giving her an almost phantom-like appearance. She wrapped a shawl around her neck and tied a bow in the back. The long sleeves reached almost to the ground. She smoothed the folds around her waist uncertainly - she must have once been a bit slimmer, but the dress still lay perfectly on her.

"Well, well, sister..." said appreciatively Kallamar, blinking with obvious satisfaction. "I didn't think I'd see you in that creation yet... let me think.. A dress for the beginning of the flowering season, isn't it?"

She nodded her head beaming.

Shamura walked closer. They hesitated before reaching out a hand to touch the fabric. Heket turned around. "Beautiful..." whispered the spider. "It's been so long since we've seen you like this..."

"True..." Heket lowered her gaze. She was already speaking normally, and her voice delighted Lamb once again. "Since the mutilation by Narinder... I lost the desire to attire myself. I felt ugly... hideous..."

"You were never ugly..." Shamura touched her cheek affectionately. "And now... now you're blooming like you've never been before... Pity, what a pity..."

She blushed. Lamb that was looking at them suddenly felt strangely intrusive.

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Rozdział 1 - W Piekle Bogów

Uniosło wszystko w powietrze i wkroczyło do znajomego korytarza z zakratowanymi celami. Położyło rzeczy na stole, a potem podleciało do dźwigni podnoszących kraty.

- No, to siup... - mruknęło. - Najwyżej rozwalę wszystko, jeśli się wkurzę, tak?

- Nawet sobie tak nie żartuj - prychnęła Czerwona Korona, ale wydawała się być rozbawiona takim konceptem.

Kraty podniosły się. Na to istoty za nimi drgnęły. Jagnię opadło na krawędź stołu i czekało chwilę, podczas gdy nieufni dawni Biskupi wahali się, czy opuścić swoje cele. Po chwili jako pierwszy wyłonił się Leshy, zręcznym ślizgiem znalazł się przy stole i wyrósł przed Jagnięciem niczym góra. Zamrugał swoimi czterema intensywnie różowymi oczami.

- Och, ofiarna bestia wróciła - rzucił za siebie.

- Wróciłom i mam dla was to, o co prosiliście... i to, o co nie prosiliście - oznajmiło wesoło Jagnię, a potem uniosło jednym ruchem palca rzeczy przeznaczone dla Leshego. - Uznałom, że same nasiona na niewiele ci się zdadzą, więc masz tu też kilka innych rzeczy... przepraszam, jeśli te narzędzia cię obrażają, po prostu uznałom, że mogą być przydatne... zrobię ci zaraz także w celi źródło wody do podlewania twoich upraw, ale na światło chyba niewiele poradzę... może jakieś miniaturowe słońce? Świecące grzyby? Nie jestem pewne, jak działają rośliny, zwłaszcza takie martwe...

- Hmm... - Leshy wydał z siebie pomruk, ale oczy mu rozbłysły, gdy rozpoznawał nasiona. - Twoi wyznawcy hodują takie gatunki kwiatów?

- Owszem. Mam w wiosce wielu pasjonatów, co i rusz zamawiają lub sprowadzają nowe nasiona. Nawet sobie nie wyobrażasz, jak pięknie jest przystrojona świątynia na każde święto kwitnienia, śluby czy święto Ogni Niebios.

Shamura stał nieco na uboczu i obserwował Jagnię. To natychmiast podleciało do niego, lewitując za sobą księgi. Pająk cofnął się, nie dając się dotknąć.

- Nie ja wybierałom te księgi, ale zaufałom waszym dawnym naczyniom... Rada okazała się bardzo pomocna - oznajmiło, usiłując bardziej się zbliżyć. Pająk trzymał jednak dystans i mały lider wiedział dlaczego. Westchnął. - Odradziła mi też zaleczenie waszych ran, a widząc waszą niechęć do tego, chyba chwilowo zrezygnuję. Nie spieszno mi do krwotoków mózgu. Ale nie myślcie, że całkowicie porzucam ten pomysł, Shamura. Jeszcze wam pomogę. Tylko... nie teraz.

- To... zły pomysł... - wyszeptał pająk, a potem przyjął księgi. Przeglądał tytuły. Jego oczy rozbłysły. - Och... wspaniale... pamiętam tę księgę... i tę również... może łatwiej... będzie zrozumieć...

Po chwili podniósł znów spojrzenie na Jagnię. W jego oczach był ślad dawnej inteligencji. Jagnię zniosło to spojrzenie, zanim ponownie się zamgliło.

- Dogadałoś... się z nimi? - zapytali wreszcie Shamura, przekrzywiając głowę. - Rada? Rozmawialiście?

- Tak. Zawiązałom sojusz z Silk Cradle i jestem na dobrej drodze do wyznaczenia tam nowego Biskupa.

Oczy pajaka rozbłysły.

(...) - A tutaj, proszę, twoje rzeczy... - rzuciło wesoło Jagnię. [Kallamar] Zdumiał się, gdy wcisnęło mu na macki plik kartek i pióro do pisania.

- O nic nie prosiłem - zauważył.

- Wiem. Ale Narinder zdradził mi, że lubisz zagadki, więc poprosiłom kilka osób o stworzenie zagadek. Wolisz siedzieć i się nudzić?

Zawahał się. Ostrożnie uniósł jedną dłonią pierwszą z kart. Przyjrzał się jej. Miała krótką notatkę na samej górze strony.

- Banalne - prychnął, ale wyglądał na zaintrygowanego.

- Nie wzięłom ci atramentu, bo Narinder powiedział, że go nie potrzebujesz, ale...

Tylko machnął ręką.

- Tak, tak... niech będzie. Przyjmuję twój nieco patetyczny dar... chociaż jeśli miało to być uznanie mojego intelektu, to na razie czuję się obrażony...

Wielka kałamarnica oddaliła się do swojej celi, przeglądając kartki pobieżnie i prychając pogardliwie. Jagnię spojrzało na stół. Szata dla Heket nadal tam leżała, a ona sama nie ruszyła się z celi. Podleciało do stołu i wzięło suknię wraz z szalem, a potem wylądowało na ziemi i ostrożnie ruszyło do jednej ze środkowych cel. Światło w tej było zgaszone.

- Heket? Wszystko w porządku? Dla ciebie też coś mam...

- O nic nie prosiłam... - usłyszał szept. Drgnął lekko. Czy coś się stało, że szeptała? W sumie leczyło ją ostatnią, może nie do końca, może coś się zepsuło... Kallamar miał uszy i słuch, Leshy widział, ale ona...

- Wiem, że nie prosiłaś, ale mieszkańcy Anury...

Drgnęła lekko. Dostrzegł wielki kształt poruszający się w ciemności, ale tylko nieznacznie, jakby zmieniła pozycję. Zdaje się, że leżała na łóżku.

- Nie mówię wyznawcy, bo nawet cię nie znali... ale znaleźli coś twojego... Żółta Korona to zaaprobowała i...

Kształt poruszył się i powstał. Jagnię zadarło głowę. Heket była naprawdę wielka w porówaniu z nim. Po chwili wahania podleciało więc do jej oczu. W mroku ledwo widziało żółte ślepia skupione na sobie.

- Proszę. Chcieli, abym ci to przekazało. Wszyscy. Żółta Korona i istoty z Anury.

- Czy to... - zaczęła niepewnie, wyciągając dłoń. Jej długie palce pogładziły materiał. - Jest taki... realistyczny...

- To dokładna astralna kopia twojej sukni - wyjaśniło Jagnię. - Nie mogę tu przenieść materialnych rzeczy.

- Spaliliście moją suknię?

- Nie było potrzeby. Wystarczyło złożyć ją w darze bez potrzeby niszczenia.

- Wyjdź z mojej celi.

Zdumiało się. Posmutniało.

- Myślałom, że się ucieszysz... - bąknęło niepewnie. - Przepraszam, jeśli...

- Wyjdź - powtórzyła z westchnieniem, ciągle szeptem, a ono było pewne, że przewróciła oczami. Wszystkimi czterema. - Muszę się przebrać, tak?

Nieco rozjaśniło pyszczek. Skinęło głową i wyfrunęło z celi. Zajrzało do Leshego, który już z eskscytacją rozkopywał ziemię w rozsadniku i umieszczał w nim nasionka - po jednym, z głębokim szacunkiem. Jagnię podleciało do niego.

- To gdzie chcesz to źródełko?

- Gdziekolwiek... nie dbam o inne meble, możesz usunąć łóżko...

Skinęło głową. Rozświetliło oczy, zmieniając strukturę celi i po chwili zamiast łóżka pod ścianą znajdował się zbiornik wodny, z którego wybijała niewielka fontanna.

- No, nie jestem artystą i inżynierem jak Kallamar, ale to chyba wystarczy, prawda?

Robak skinął głową. Zerknął na Jagnię. Na chwilę przerwał pracę.

- Ale masz świadomość, że i tak cię nienawidzę? - zapytał z uprzejmym zaciekawieniem.

- Tak. Masz do tego prawo.

- Dobrze. Gdyby zrobienie ci krzywdy nie stanowiło ryzyka unicestwienia mojego rodzeństwa, nie wahałbym się rzucić na ciebie i skręcić ci kark.

- Pff... powodzenia, akurat by ci się udało - prychnęła Czerwona Korona, chociaż robak nie mógł jej usłyszeć.

- Wiem. Bije od ciebie bardzo konkretna żądza mordu - przyznało Jagnię.

- Dobrze, że mamy to jasne. A teraz wyjdz z mojej celi. Nawet, jeśli jesteś bogiem życia i śmierci, ten jeden kawałek twojej domeny należy do mnie. Wynoś się z niego.

Posłusznie wyleciało poza kraty. Uśmiechnęło się jednak. Wahało się, czy zerknąć do Kallamara, który nawet nie zareagował na uwagę o sobie, gdy w tym momencie usłyszało plaskanie kroków. Heket wyszła ze swojej celi. Shamura podniósł na nią wzrok i coś w jego oczach rozbłysło. Kallamar wychylił się ze swojej celi i także zamarł.

Heket wyglądała naprawdę pięknie. Róż jej sukni zlewał się miejscami kolorystycznie z jej czerwoną skórą, przez co suknia wyglądała, jakby była częścią jej ciała, nadając jej wygląd niemalże zjawy. Wokół szyi owinęła szal, zawiązała kokardę z tyłu. Długie rękawy sięgały niemal ziemi. Wygładziła niepewnie fałdy wokół talii - niegdyś musiała być nieco szczuplejsza, ale suknia nadal leżała na niej doskonale.

- No, no, siostro... - rzucił z uznaniem Kallamar, mrugając z wyraźnym zadowoleniem. - Nie myślałem, że jeszcze zobaczę cię w tej kreacji... daj mi pomyśleć... Suknia na początek pory kwitnienia, czyż nie?

Skinęła głową rozpromieniona.

Shamura podeszli bliżej. Zawahali się, nim wyciągnęli dłoń, aby dotknąć materiału. Heket obróciła się.

- Piękna... - szepnął pająk. - Tak dawno nie widzieliśmy... cię taką...

- Prawda... - Heket opuściła wzrok. Mówiła już normalnie, a jej głos zachwycił Jagnię po raz kolejny. - Od okaleczenia przez Narindera... straciłam chęć strojenia się. Czułam się brzydka... ohydna...

- Nigdy nie byłaś brzydka... - Shamura dotknęli jej policzka z czułością. - A teraz... teraz jesteś kwitnąca, jak jeszcze nigdy... Szkoda, co za szkoda...

Zarumieniła się. Jagnię, które patrzyło na nich, poczuło się nagle dziwnie intruzem.

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 3)

Harry Styles x Preggs Fem!Reader.

Frenmies to lovers to parents, Dadthon!!H

Oral Smut, dirty talk and teasing.

Angst! Angst and fluff!! N' tooth rotting fluff.

Dadrry, bestie!h, boyfriend!h

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART 1 PART 2 LETS TALK/ ASK

The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be to able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

Or

Harry and Y/N are back being to besties and enjoying being pregnant together.

Warning: Mentions of blood, pregnancy trauma and natural childbirth hurdles.

//

Eyes gives it all. Even the hidden treasures get's looted from the mere mistake of someone's gaze just like right now when he's pretending to be confused as ever, "what? Called her myself . . ." He frowns and she sniffs frozen in her position feeling exposed from the vulnerability of being naked infront of him; tries to cover herself criss-crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why'd you d'that?" She hiccups wiping her blushed nose and his pupils bursts wide into realization. Immediately, cradles her face tenderly stroking the apple of her cheeks shaking his head vigorously, "Oh -— no. no. no baby told her to come over to take her leftover stuff if not I better give it to charity."

"O . . okay." She sucks in a breather. Without a word he removes hers arms away in a gesture that you never need to hide from me. Kisses her shoulder blade stroking her wrists and her pulse in circles.

"Don't cry, lil penguin. Why're ye' cryin'?" He asks in his most gentle voice feathering her cheek with the back of his hand, "'m . . . 'm scared." She tries to recoup her cries holding her breath causing her cheeks to puff like a fish.

"Let's get you cleaned warm and nice. Then we'll talk yeah lovie?" He slides her elbows behind his neck holding her strongly to walk them to his bedroom. Gives her a bath full of vanilla bubbles, essential oils, scrubbed her back and would trail kisses up her belly from under water making her giggle and weave her fingers into his own wet curls.

Him loving all three of them's the most adorable thing.

Got her ready for mid-nap with his sweater and boxers putting fur pads atop her ears, aloe fused socks on her feet and turning the heat a bit to sleepy temperature. Tucks a quilt under their chins and snuggles her closer to himself letting herself calm to his heartbeats before she speaks her heart out to him, "wanna talk? What you're scared of babe tell me all of it. Knows that I'll handle." He slips further into bed bringing her thigh around his torso and her head atop his buff chest.

She exhales loudly trying to subside the emotional feeling of crying along with each word that comes out of her mouth. Her bad habbit of grounding everything to the pit of her stomach until it blasts into a massive destruction always gets her into worst scenarios.

"'M worried about alot of things –- actually." She peeks up at him and he's already looking down at her genuinely with relaxed self to let her know that nothing has changes and he's still her bestfriend who'd wait for her till she manages to speak, "about what?" He encourages her petting down her hair.

"Everything like 'like future . . 'n — me being a good mum after all of that 'm uni too. . . the semester would start right after the month of my delivery." She furls her toes to keep her anxiety at bay level cocooning her womb cause she feels the safest with the assurement of her babies being with her, "about my career and what about me dreams? What if I'll never get to chase 'em?" He listens to her diligently boring his gaze to the way her lips mold with each word. Sighs gently rubbing her arms up and down salutating his palm around the side of her neck to tip her face towards him. His lips lingers at her temple murmuring against it, "Together we're gonna do this."

"You're gonna be the kindest and bestest mommy ever Y/N. I belive in ye' and about your dreams. I'll take care that nothing comes in the way to stop ya . . You'll attend UNI same as before 'cause 'm takin' a break to be with our babies till your done with your degree." He declares to her seriously and honestly running his hand all over her spine to assure her in every way possible, locking his ankles with her under the sheets.

"'M a big boy now! A daddy to two babies don't underestimate me miss gremlin!" He grins impishly smushing his cheeks into her side wide spreading his palm atop her tummy warmly with bare fingers, "'kay gotcha!" She giggles cuddling into him with droopy eyes inhaling the same scent she's lathered in from the sweet spot of his neck.

//

She wakes up in the evening satisfied and happy with the nap marks, sweaty baby hairs, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth and Harry already awake but still spooning her. He's her pregnancy pillow.

Covers her mouth with his pinky and ring finger when she yawns cutely stretching beneath him slowly blinking. Proper stops with his intense loving gaze still on her and blushes hard when he pecks her dry lips after sleep. Her chest heaves with his kisses and snogs trailing down between the valley of her breasts making her card her fingers through his chocolate curls. Whimpers ever hoarsely raising her hips in air for some friction and to levitate the throb in between her legs asking for him to release the ache away.

He takes the hint scooching closer to her side nudging her knees wide stroking the flesh of her thighs with tickling pinches. She whines fisting sheets with yearning arch of her back, "insatiable lil thing aren't ya?" He gives a toothy grin wetting his lips making her pause in her heave of getting his fingers instead flickering her vision over his candy plush lips.

"Kiss me?" She whispers and how couldn't he when she's looking this soft, warm and full of blush from the nap. He was litreally nutters for not ever pondering over the thought how alluring and attractiveness her satiny features hold, "'course darlin'." He tips her chin towards himself letting her sweet cushiony lips fuse against his's into an ardent kiss shooting her libidos 100 times higher than before making her moan pathetically into his mouth.

Her forearms winding around his shoulders instinctively and exhales through her nose not pulling away from the kiss and squeaks lowly when he bites her lower lip pulling away, "'ve got asthma y'mad mad woman." He gapes down at her dramatically fiddling with the bow of her panties. They skim down to her mound feeling the slickness that has spread all around and the rough trim of hair, "and I've got an extravagant sex drive!" It whisks into a breathy gasp of dense air when he slid his digits in between her slick folds flickering her swollen clitoris and repeating till she's panting for more.

"Sad innit? 'S me fault. I should be the one to help my girl out." He mutters trailing sweet kisses down her swollen belly to her pelvis snapping the elastic with his teeth causing her to jolt under his firm hold. She's too floaty else the statement of him claiming her would have swiped her away into a paradise of never ending imaginations.

"Mhmp. What did ya had fo' lunch lovie'?" He licks her juices off from the inside of her thighs sending intense quivers to her core. His palms smoothes under her thighs to hike them up and over his shoulders nipping at her skin when all she did was responded with a gasp, "d- dunno forgot . ." He perks his brows to his forehead commenting playfully while dipping down to tickle her with his curls.

"Pregnancy made ye' loose your braincells, moppet?" She raises her hand to smack him at head instead tugs his hair when for finally he flattens his tongue thickly against her wet cunt to give a good mind boggling lick sucking her clitoris in the way, "asshole. . ." She moans squirming like leaf under him but he quites her by taking her sensitive nub between his teeth to give a little graze and pull. It makes her pussy lips flutter and her hole leak with so much wetness it sticks to Harry's chin.

"H – ha . . rry. Harry." She tries to grind her hips against his mouth but he tuts brushing his pads around her dripping hole to tease her, "yes baby?" Groans of annoyance fills the room and she shoves her face into the pillow bitting down the snarky insults thrown at the curly head.

"Not gonna give ye' me fingers till you ask fo' it." He smooches wet filthy kisses letting her stickiness coat his lips stirring a ball of fire in her pit, "shut up." She whines nudging him with her knee telling him to do something to relax her.

"Make me." He smirks tilting his head to suck her petal fold creating dirty seductive noises on purpose. She huffs taking the matters into her hands pulling him up towards her by a hard grip onto his hair, "ouch ouch!!" He quips shutting his eyes tight.

"Harry Styles you make me cum or I'm never letting you fuck me ever." She glares him and he gives out a defeated sigh naughtiness still lurking in his moss of irises, "bossy – kay! Sorry! Was kiddin' babe. 'M all here to please ye'." She nods her head curtly shoving him back down and he giggles at her when in an instant from an angry lil penguin she melted into a mush of gooe when Harry thrusted two fingers at once inside her curving them once they were buried snug deep.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She gasps moving her hips along him that he stayed in his place eating her out while his fingers pushed in and out of her tight pussy with squelching noises, "fuckin' tight urghh." He grits rubbing her clit into harsh circles with his other hand, mouth on her cunt and fingers fucking her continuously.

"Want more?" He asks and she bobs her head not even processing what he said almost loosing the idea of her presence feeling too much ecastasy and over the clouds, "here take as much as ye' want baby." He slips another third finger admiring the way her pussy stretches swallowing his fingers, "'m gonna lick your little wet cunt off then clean it with me filthy tongue to make a mess of ye' all over again filling you full with me cock. Sounds good baby?" He knows she's the shy lil bean and his sweet enthusiastic words of vulgarism heats her up enough.

"Gonna come. Harry --" She tips her head down and back in air eyes rolling into her sockets. Harry rubs her outer thighs soothing her thrashing body, "shhh baby relax. You can cum on me fingers." She obliges him softening in his arms and her pussy makes soppy noises gushing with each wave of pleasure throbbing around his digits while he works her out to make her feel as giddy as he could, "That's it baby girl. That's it cum fo' me again?" He prods at the sponge of bump inside her seething through her twitching walls making it impossible for him to pull out and tent his cock against the bed leaving a spot of how turned on he's at the moment.

But, his first-most priority is her. It always was her maybe more than Chessie

"Happy my lil lioness?" He comes back on top of her arms digged on either side of her temple and she tries to squint from one eye pulling him to herself planting a rewarding kiss at his cheek, "how 'bout a pizza from Tommy's place?" He lays ontop of her (like half ontop of her and half on his side; just to share her warmth).

"Can I have an extra topping of olives, pretttyy pleaseee?" She makes a weird funny face to convince him, "but you're allergic to 'em." He frowns sitting up thumb hovering over the contacts popping on the screen. He has everything memorized she's allergic to; it's not much peanuts, olives and clay dough ( she claims that she ate it once when she was possibly 5 and it swelled her flesh up ) not that she's gonna nip at it now but Harry couldn't trust her cravings at all.

"But 'm craving them sooo baddd." She clutches the hem of his tattered shirt pouting but he retorts with the shake of his head intervining their fingers together to kiss her knuckles, "Nope moppet. We don't need another hospital visit at fou' in the morning like last time, do we?" She remembers it. A very angry Chessie at his doorsteps while he helped her walk inside this home post hospital visit.

"I hate this." She huffs folding her arms against her chest, "I know. How about we delay getting y'sick once babies are out?"

"You kidding?" Her mouth slacks turning into a widespread grin at last, "absolutely not. Pizza without olives yeah?" He smacks a kiss against her open mouth loudly before his phones rings at the pizza place.

//

Harry's the busy bee. From grocery shopping to making the list of all the organic food he needs to line up his pantry with, he took everything's responsibility on himself. Cause mama has a huge duty for wrapping two babies in her womb safe and heated. Even when she tries to bend down to put a plate in dishwasher he skates near her supporting her back and scolding her, "all you've t'do is eat and nap. Dunno fucks count 'cause we fuck alot — chill sweet baby. 'switch onto telly 'm bringing banana milk and cookies." She pouts because she doesn't want to be a burden on him. She wants to suspect any tiredness from his features — the way he's been on his trippy toes for her from eight and half months but how much she tries she couldn't instead he looks way more giggly and joyful than before with never ending dad jokes and teasing bum pats.

They indeed fuck alot. Harry loves that she's always sleepy and clingy — he thinks he's truly, deeply and madly in love with his lil penguin but they're in the middle of train's track whose destination is atlast confession of love but he wants to wait. He can't wait though. He's always been impatient and light from stomach can't sleep at night without sharing a word of his swimming thought with anyone. He shared it with Nialler, it was at three in the morning after Y/N sucked his cock dry with so much admiration for his prick he was bout to cry and blurt out but he didn't. Cuddled with her and oreo practically on his face then ringed his lad startling him up, "why did ya wake me up fo' something we all already know Harold? Do I've to teach ya lessons cause now that would be a shame to your kiddos." He grunted dropping the call leaving Harry baffled and alone to his thoughts again.

"Sweet angel . . " He cooes jarring the door to his room with his foot. She has moved in to his house, from guest room to his room and his heart. Told him she didn't like sleeping alone and gets the most amazing slumber squished up against his chest in his arms. He was ardent that she completes him. He's right. She does. Always had but this time it's till they're getting old and wrinkly.

Lilac walls glow from the telly's illumination and the flicker of light from their open wardrobe. His ears perks at a repulsive groan and his brows dips to tune into the situation, "what are ye' doin', pet?" He asks confused at the sight of Y/N in a funny position with a razor in her hand standing in the middle of their wardrobe trying to duck and see through her huge bump.

"'M tryin' to shave me legs — seems impossible though." She throws her head back to convey her annoyance and Harry chuckles placing the banana milk and the plate of dark chocolate cookies atop the drawer island taking her wrist which's holding onto the razor, "you don't 'ave to it's just a maternity shoot –- no biggie, moppet." She huffs. Their faces at level and intimately close to have a good stare in eachother's eyes.

"No biggie!? it's the first time I'll get to have someone take me pictures, all, personally fo' me." Her smile pouty as she tries not to break her disgruntled facade down.

"How 'bout the times, I was a victim of ye'r endless pictures taking sessions?" He squints down at her. Hands out of instinct fumbling by her sides to feel her warmth on his skin, "you were sooo shittt at that job."

"Kay, kay then, lemme just –- hand this razor, I'll shave ye'r legs pretty girl." Happily she shoves it in his grip while he knees down hiking her leg ontop of his knee. His pink tongue popping out in concentration. She trusts him in this because last time he was the one to shave herdown there. Taking a sip of her banana milk she taps the straw against his lips speaking, "a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." With his eyes on her ankle and his pretty hands which could make her come infinite times right now working so diligently, He gives her a high five taking a sip himself.

She breaks a cookie forwarding it to Harry and he looks up — so being all dramatic she acts shy and blushy turning her gaze away in a swift, "what baby?" He laughs putting her other foot on his knee his grip tight around her ankle.

"Don't stare at me calves like that you creep." He wipes away the crumbs from his lips giggling and making her giggle, "I've literally shaved your cooch days before." She jabs her big-toe against his nipple getting a high pitched squeak from a grown ass man in return.

"I hate you!" She says through the spurt of chuckles and his response in return turned both of them silent, "I know ye' love me." Their cheeks blazed. Eyes twinkling. Hearts doing lil dance dance but nobody from them tries to break the comforting silence knowing they'd word vomit the instant they'd.

They say "I love you." And "love you." in their normal routines without making it a mess of shyness. But the butterflies at that specific moment when the epiphany dawns on the pair that they really are in love with eachother makes their tummies float in void with butterflies.

"All done!" He announces enthusiastically kissing her knee like she's a princess in distress and the words burns at the plush of her lips, "love you."

"You too, lil penguin." He smiles boyishly.

"Oh fuck, I forgot we're gonna have shoot in our pyjamas." She yells in a low hum and he rolls his eyes slapping her ass, "rotten you're."

"Oopsies."

//

A maternity shoot in their back garden along oreo never seemed this fun when they were gushing about it days prior. Nialler gifted them cute baby pink coloured matching pyjamas with yellow peaches pattern, mommy and daddy embroidered on them. They even matched some fluffy kitten hats too!! A pair of yellow and pink with kitten ears with goggly eyes, big cheshire that of Oreo.

Their close friend Onna was all up for the shoot and nothing's more adorable than Harry's soft hands around Y/N's belly in a protective way, while they sat on the fluffy growing grass and cotton flowers. Her back resting against his taught chest, his legs wrapped on either side of her and oreo almost stretching atop her bump quenching loud belly ache laughs from them.

"Two pictures 'n 'm already tiredd, pff." She gasps shuffling a little to activate her sore bum and Harry pecks her shoulder cutely, "some more 'cause you'll grump later." Onna captures each every second of their tooth rotting interaction.

"Oi. I'll not!!" To avoid a banter Harry taps her chin pointing towards the camera speaking, "last one doll, one to show that we really are pregnant." Onna's laughing at their techniques. Shaking her head with each shot of overloaded sweetness she traps in her camera.

"I. Am. Indeed. Pregnant. Pet." She looks down with wide eyes rubbing her prodding tummy in circles, the top button litreally about to pop and Harry's face adorns with a naughty grin showing his bunny teeth, "Me too!!" He squeals rubbing his moth covered belly the same way she's doing and it sent both girls into fits of laughters.

"Sillllyyyyy." She sing-songs throwing an arm around the nape of his neck to bring him closer and smooch a loving kiss to his cheek, "you're gonna be the best dad." She whispers eyes closing into the diameter of his scent and he rests his lips against her forehead. Onna having a smile of adoration for her friends while she did her job, laying down to capture this one beautifully.

"Yeah?" His voice just audible to them. "Uhmm." She nods fiddling with the collar of his pyjamas and their bubbles pops when oreo tugs at Y/N's top revealing her graceful babies bump.

"You batty creature!!" She tries to grab oreo to smoosh her in her arms but oreo gallops miles away before it could happen.

//

The whole last night Y/N couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning with whines of complaints to a snoring Harry on her side. When Harry woke up she was already staring him like an owl scaring the poor thing, cause it wasn't a loving one. It was a proper creeping stare with baggy eyes and pouty lips, "can we have 'em out already?" She snuggles into his throat and he massages her head.

"In a week." He grogs out stroking his cheek against her's, "Have ya taken out all the required papers?" He asks her and she nods with a yawn. Today's the enrollment day for Y/N's next semester -- Harry will go to her UNI to talk to the administration instead of her.

"I'll be back in no time, till then try havin' a good rest, want some donughts from that one shop near ye'r UNI?" He thumbs at her baby locks. She shakes her head murmuring into his flimsy sweat shirt, "not feeling like it." Dunno what happened. She was alright after for finally her sickness went away but today she feels like shit because of her Braxton hicks climbing to painful peak.

Kissing her head last time he untangles himself to get ready and she watches him buttoning up his cuffs with his curl dangling over his eyes, he's looking handsome and a bit too out of her league with the crisp white shirt and chequered trousers.

He squats down pecking her lips. Her nostrils filling with cinnamon ocean-y smell soothing the tick of her nerves. Her body reacting to even the air pricking at her skin, "don't miss me too much, lil penguin." He gives her an eskimo kiss knowing she's feeling down and tired today the way she has her face squished into pillow and isn't trying even to cup his cheeks like she does everytime he leaves for something.

He puts her phone on the nightstand tugging her under the sheets, switching off the lamp and slowly exists the room not to disturb her. She doesn't know when he leaves but the pin-drop silence tells it all and she's half conscious half awake with fluttering eyelids.

She turns on her back with a groan to get rid of the dull ache in her pelvis and outer thighs — but then she feels something . . . . something wet between down there and it makes her snap open her eyes blinking blankly at the ceiling. Tries not to think of bad scenarios but it's otherwise.

"Holy cow of jesus." She fists the pillow under her sitting up with much difficulty and to her worst horrors the sheets are sploched badly. She stands up with her spine almost bending in two — staying calm and positive even when a heavy gush of water trickles down her legs soaking the rug. It has nothing attractive in it as they show in movies but rather feels like a dam leaking and a litreal adult peeing in their gowns.

She snatches the phone from nightstand putting a firm arm beneath her belly walking out of room, her maternity floral white gown clinging to her skin. A tinge of shock weaved through her bones but that didn't made her loose her balance. She wants to throw the phone against the wall when the line always beeps busy, "already missin — " his honey of voice bringing tears in her eyes.

"Get your ass back home!! Right fuckin' now!" She yells into speaker trudging forward with carefull steps. He pushes onto breaks hard, panicking into his seat, "What happened!?" He's quick in turning gears speeding back home. Her lips wobbles blue from pain and the unbearable throb between her thighs. Words struck in her throat as she tries to speak gripping the globe of stair railing leaning against it when a hard contraction striked against her spine.

"'M going into labour — " Harry's heart falls into his arse. His vision blurring from the intensity of the moment and he's thanking Gods for being five minute drive away from home. How many times they prepared for this time it all went in vain and now Harry's beating himself for leaving her side at all, "'m comin' home, it's okay baby, it's okay breath." His lips stammers from an invisible fear and fingers twitches around the wheel.

Wanted to shout at him "breath, my ass." Instead She gasps loudly in fright when she feels her cervix dilating to the maximum point and it did the last fireworks for her tears, "no, no, noo!!"

"'M giving birth!!" She shouts kissing her teeth together to keep the pain at the bay hooking a thumb into her panties, scrunching her dress up to press them under her armpits and squatting down with the heels of her palms pressed with so much strength over the last stair case, "what? oh my — 'm calling our midwife." She can feel a head trying to force it's way out from her vagina and it rakes out a sob from her chest.

"Please be gentle with mommy, 'm coming." Harry says and it comes out as a weak whisper while he drives sitting on the edge of the seat and Y/N's ears are ringing with white noise to even pay attention to what he's saying. Her gown drenching with sweat and she screamed at the top of her lungs pushing with her all might scaring a sleepy oreo in her bassinet, "Shit." He mutters tugging his curls back immediately calling their midwife. He wishes his babies could atleast wait for him to be there with their momma.

"Miss. Dori !! Y/N has gone into labour, 'm out, dunno —---" There's loud urgent shuffling on her side that of picking stuff and closing metal boxes as she assures Harry with firmness, "I'll be there in just 10 minutes, till then reach there as quick as possible. She needs you Mr. Styles." It collects sweat at the dip of his spine sky rocketing his anxiety. His breath elevating at the sight of his society's gate and if it was possible he'd have flown to her.

Parking hastily on the side of road and leaving his car's door open — dishelved he steps outside almost falling square on his face while the old couple that use to sit at their porch in mornings watch him with concern, "Is everythin' alright son?"

They ask and Harry nods yelling to them, "Y/N is in labour!!" His face blowing out of any color when his ears fills with painful screams of his lil penguin and his fingers jumbles with keys unlocking the door.

It's surreal. The realization not completely setting in that all of this's happening right at this moment, that he's going to be a daddy in some hours, Y/N hunched over the bottom stair squatting down with thighs wide apart and her gown soaked against her back. His breath knocks out of his lungs and eyes bursts into shock when he sees his baby's head pushing it's way out in between her legs.

"I can see it's head! I can see it's head oh m'godness." He announces rushing towards her and Miss. Dori guides him, "Harry help her pull it out, cup the baby's head and if it's shoulders are grab-able, have it out." He places the phone atop the stair sitting down beside Y/N kissing the side of her head quickly wiping her tears away.

"Hi baby, it'll be alright, 'm here now let's pull our bubba out mighty quick." He presses his chest to floor to look down there and if Y/N would have been in her good state of mind she'd have butt him in not to. His brows kinks tightly together as he tries to concentrate and not to pass out from the sight of blood and his blood covered infant half hanging in it's mother's v.

Gently he wraps his shivering palm around it's head and shoulder moreso figuring out if it could itself comes out, "push a bit more, moppet." She shakes her head furiously crying and trying with all her will, "It's hurts!!" He wishes the process wasn't that painful.

"I know, I know baby —- oh okay okay! We got him." He cackles through his worry taking him all out and in his arms having a good grip around it's tiny waist fearing it would slip. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief muscles loosening and shoulders slumping. She could hear him sniffing close to her with little noises despite of how much she wants to hug him, she still has another one to bring out in the world.

"It's Elios." He grins with ablazed glossy eyes stroking his tweeny baby hair back. Though his excitement shatters into pieces as he cries to Miss. Dori, "He's not breathin, n'--not breathin' what do I do??" He has switched into his fight and flight mode. Fat tears spilling down his cheeks. Y/N wants to have him in her arms and make sure her baby's healthy but a hard contraction makes her bones jello with her another baby trying to pop out.

"Calm down Mr. Styles, Is his cord wrapped 'round his neck?" When Harry couldn't mutter a single word just shaking his head ear to ear staring down his little one with fear and sadness, Y/N screams for him, "No!!"

"It's nothin', clean his nose, it's probably some clotting blocking his breathing passage." Harry acts on her instruction without wasting a time and the threshold's walls bounced with prattle of his low coarse cries, "Oh my god!!" Harry gasps holding his baby boy closer to his chest not giving two fucks if his shirt and skin stains with thick blood.

In the meantime Miss. Dori and her assistant nurse tramps through their door. Cutting the cord Nurse takes Elios from Harry's arms and takes him for a cleanup as Harry leads her to their nursery. When he comes back Miss. Dori has their other bubba already out and it's worth watching him flying into clouds of paradise, full of glee, happiness, so much happiness has never experienced before.

"Hi. Victoria." He keeps his voice soft if she's a chinese porcelain doll and would break in his arms. He loves his son to core but the way his heart just swirled with fondness and love for his daughter the second she was layed into his embrace was something else. He's tender with her and from just gazing her it spurt out a sob from the deepest of his tummy, "she was so stubborn to come out rather than his brother." Miss. Dori tells him and his head perks up with proud adoration. Handing her to nurse he turns his gaze back to his exhausted lil penguin leaning against the wall now. And scoots closer to his bestfriend, the love of his life and the mother of his babies.

Hugging her warmly and affectionately, winding his arm around the nape of her neck to smoosh her into his chest while she cries against his throat. Being tender and the softest yet sweetest he could be with her, pressing his lips against her ear to whisper words that made her cry even more loudly into his bicep, "I love you, I love you more than anythin' in the world, 'm s' soo proud of ye' baby, me soulmate and the love of me life. I promise to love you forever and infinity." The world blurs around them and their heartbeats latches to sync in with eachother. The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood, mess of the beautiful birth of their gorgeous twins.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble a line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

"'M listenin', pet." She whispers smiling weakly and Harry's lungs nourishes with air, "Scared me baby love." He hugs her again with a wobbling pout and this time she tries to console him.

"Y'okay baby? Should we go to hospital? It's better if —--"

"'M okay!!" She simpers kissing the dip of his collarbone. Carefully he smoothes an arm down her back and knees picking her up bridal style to take her to their bathroom for a hot nice bath full of essential oils. He caress her face, trailing his knuckles down her cheeks, gazing her fondly while sitting down on the floor beside her with his one hand inside the warm water to lull around her calves.

"I love you, you've given me such beautiful babies. 'Ave ye seen Tori ? She's a proper you, that lil bunny mouth of yours, aish." He giggles and she squeezes his fingers in a silent gesture to tell him how happy she's. Drying her clean with a towel and moisturizing her body, making her wear her comfortable gown.

When he tucks her under sheets she babbles with droopy eyelids and tired body, "can I see my babies?" He smauches a kiss against her forehead, "After a teeny rest, yeah angel?" But, she was already out like a bulb making him chuckle softly.

//

Miss. Dori left the kind nurse behind with them till Y/N wakes up and with her help Harry lays down the twins on either side of their mommy. Deeply pondering how lucky he's to have his family completed and healthy, tucked into their mother's armpits.

He giggles and holds his breath in awe when Elio wriggles in his blanket, scootes his bum closer when Y/N yawns and stretches, "how ye' feelin'?" He brushes her loose tresses back and she nods attempting to sit up.

"Good." Thanking him when he gets comfy amount of pillows behind her, "wanna hold them?" He asks as she ducks down to kiss both of their soft skins.

"'M arms are still shakin' . ." She chuckles, "no biggie, I'll help ya out, a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." She giggles loudly startling Tori and Harry hushes her comically scooching behind her embracing her in a heated wrap from behind chin resting over her shoulder, "shh, gotta be quite with this one — such a light sleeper bub."

"This's Victoria Anne Styles and Elios Vincent Styles." He supports her one forearm with his's under: giving Elio to her and having Tori in his other, "are you presenting them to me as some kind of award for my bravery, pet?" She nudges him playfully and he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Such nice awards, innit?" He gives her an eskimo kiss and she puckers her lips asking for a loving smooch of his candy lips, "absolutely."

//

They took their first nap together with Harry and Y/N on either side of bed with their babies in the middle of their warmth just like a nest of sparrows, safe, comfy and utterly snuggly with the couple protecting their dainty creatures of soft flesh from the storms of outside.

"C'mere baby . . " Harry usheres Oreo with the snap of his thumb as she tries to canoodle into the soles of his feet tickling him and she obliges his tone, "Good girl . ." His own voice tired petting her crown when she turns into a lil ball of fur beside Tori who's sleeping at her daddy's side, being ever hesitant and carefull with them making Harry smile at her thinking of giving her treats in dinner.

He almost slips from under the sheets when a shriek of cry jolts him awake and it's Tori crying loudly thrashing under the blanket while her brother kept on sleeping stretched over his mommy's chest, head tucked under her chin.

Ah! Here comes the real deal. Daddy Harry's about to face real challenges 'cause we all know he once promised that he's a big boy now, innit?

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Twisted Wonderland x Date A Live: Pomefiore - Calamity Arises (Minor Theme)

White and Purple Zantedeschia/Canna Lilies - White symbolizes innocence and purity, while purple represents royalty and admiration.

OTHER: Black Zantedeschia/Canna Lilies - Represents mystery and elegance.

Aphrodite - Known for her enticing beauty, love, and eternal youth. Many Greeks believe that her beauty would spark wars between the Greek gods. Also known as the goddess of sexual love and pleasure.

Previous: “I don’t want to be here anymore. Nobody, not even Vil…isn’t listening to me.” [ Clematis ] here.

“Really? You think, that I would lose to some idiot, some pathetic, useless crap like you? And become - what - SECOND PLACE?!?”

“I try so hard to be like you. To be free! To have no weight on my shoulders. To finally be who I am. And all you do is prance around, reaping the rewards without any hard work.”

“I deserve it. I deserve freedom. I DESERVE to be first place, right?”

“Give it to me. Give it to me NOW!!!”

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If you’re into some Pomefiore plot, please - continue below~.

A word from appleb0mb:

Uh. Welcome. 

Also I FINALLY managed to upload this. Omg. Tumblr was taking FOREVER to make me upload my music I swear.

But, I can’t believe it! We’re finally at the end of Pomefiore’s arc! I...I’m in tears/j.

The final track...still hard to believe. After one year of Begonia being my latest song, to now! 

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(Also please note that there will be NO Concept Track. This is because I have almost no recollection of how I did this.)

Imagery and Ideas from Listening to Calamity Arises:

Oh sorry I was listening to OB music. Give me a moment-

There’s a lot of spoilers here, but all I can say this:

I would consider this as a breaking point. Someone who’s ready to explode. Someone who has finally taken control of their life. And nobody, no Spirit will stand in their way.

That’s it :3

TWSTxDAL Plot: Continuation!

Note #1: This is only a snippet of the plot. Take this story with a grain of salt, as it may not produced in the final writing draft. 

Also, this part is small because it contains a ton of spoilers. Apologies!

Note #2: petits guppys = petite guppies

The earth shook, rocks levitating into the sky.

A gust of air ran through the crowd, leaving them screaming and helpless.

Your ears stung as alarms blazed through your eardrums, alerting you of the imminent danger in front of you.

A spacialquake.

Rook held on to your figure, his smile dropping instantly into a frown. He held his hat, focusing on the dark aura emanating before them. His emerald eyes glowed, filled with determination and intrigue.

He finally settled you down, giving you a knowing look.

“Stay here. Make sure you call our petits guppys.” 

“What about you?”

“I’ll handle the crowd for now. After all, we don’t want the audience knowing our secret, right?” He smirked, giving you a wink.

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