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dimentiorulesblog · 9 months ago

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Here’s the prologue of my first novella, Crystal Wing Solaria. I hope you enjoy, and if you have any feedback, that’d be most appreciated.

Prologue: The Story of The Progenitor

A middle aged woman stood at the entrance to a classroom, ready to start a lesson. For almost 30 years, she had been teaching at that same single room school, the only school in the small village of Woodhaven. Yet that didn't bother her, her love for teaching matched only by her love of her small town, she hoped to bring knowledge to the bright young minds of the local area. As she stepped in, her golden hair resting gently on her shoulders with just a touch of grey, she took an old book off of the shelf next to her desk. The book was weathered and tattered, barely holding together at the seams, the pages yellowed with age. The school didn’t have much in the way of resources or funding, so they had to make do with ancient books such as this one. She turned to her classroom, the class before her consisting of only 8 students. Only two of them appeared to be human, those being a young boy with shaggy brown hair, and a young girl with blond hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. One of the students was a girl who looked more plant than animal. Her green skin had a texture resembling a watermelon, her head was adorned with a beautiful flower instead of hair, her fingernails looked like wood, and her clothing was made of leaves and petals. She was grinning ear to ear, trembling in excitement for what she was going to learn that day. There was a boy who resembled a bird, feathers covering his body and a grey beak adorning his face. He was constantly shuddering and looking around, as if he was scared of something. There were twin boys with bodies covered in crimson fur, their faces resembling canine muzzles, and fluffy tails protruding from their spines, which wagged happily as they sat on the floor, their paw like hands placed in front of them like a dog would sit. One of the students was a teen girl with white hair, pale skin, and pointed ears, her sharp teeth kept in a scowl, white gloves covering her hands, and a gothic dress adorning her body, she looked utterly annoyed to even be there. Finally, there was a girl who was the same age as the others, but was twice their size, with red scaled skin, horns made from volcanic rock, a reptilian snout, draconic wings, and claws that could cut through obsidian.

"Good morning, class!" The woman said, her voice sounding almost musical, like the sound of a flute. "Good morning, Mrs. Shafford!" Half of the students responded in unison, the other half seemingly uninterested in the lesson for the day. "Today we are going to learn about the Progenitor and the origin of life.” The girl with a flower for hair was barely able to contain her excitement, trembling in anticipation for what she was going to learn. The other students were less enthused, the white haired girl in particular glaring at her with an intensity that could boil water. Mrs. Shafford continued. "Thousands of years ago, the world was a barren rock, devoid of all life, until a miracle happened. A single life form came into being. No one knows where it originated from, or even what it looked like, only that it started as a single cell, before those cells began to divide and the creature grew, and as it grew, its organs began to create more life. From its brain first came a man with orange hair that was bright like the sun, yellow skin that shone like the moon, glowing white eyes, a mouth with no throat, and wings made of crystal. This was Ozmos, the first child. Ozmos looked at the world before him, cold and desolate. He heard the voice of the Progenitor speaking to him, telling him to take a strand of his hair and hold it to the sky. Ozmos obliged, and the light of the sun shone off of his hair, forming into another being like Ozmos. He continued to do this, and named his people the Solarians after the solar power that contributed to their creation. They formed a kingdom, the kingdom of Solaria."

The girl with white hair rolled her eyes and yawned loudly, clearly trying to bother her teacher. Mrs. Shafford simply smiled and moved on. "The Progenitor decided that just having the Solarians simply wouldn't be enough, so its organs began to each create their own species. First, its heart pumped the power of life into the earth, which spawned plant life, creating the vast forests and vibrant meadows that cover much of our world, and with the plants came the Florians, people that are a cross between plant and animal, like you, Lily." She said, gesturing towards the plant girl, who giggled and smiled, the white haired girl rolling her eyes so hard they looked like they were going to fly out of her head at any second. Mrs. Shafford continued, "The stomach of the Progenitor spawned boiling hot magma, which formed the tall mountains and arid deserts across the world, out of the magma stepped the reptiles, and with them, the Magmadons, powerful people with draconic wings and the power to control fire, like you, Sasha." She said, gesturing towards the tall scaly girl, who simply smiled. "The progenitor's kidneys were next, spawning insects for the reptiles to eat, and with them the people called the Vespians. There aren't any Vespians that go to this school, but I'm sure you've seen them before." Mrs Shafford stated. The white hair girl smirked. "Yeah, the disgusting bug people." Mrs. Shafford was most appalled. "Lindsay! You can't say things like that about other people! Even if you do think those things about them, keep those comments to yourself!" Lindsay just rolled her eyes once again and said "Whatever."

Mrs. Shafford was stressed out beyond belief, thinking to herself, "That girl is going to be the end of me. She never listens to anything I have to say, she always insults other people, she constantly disrupts the class, and worst of all, her parents encourage her behavior!" Nevertheless, she continued her lesson. "The Lungs of the Progenitor breathed the winds into the air, and with them came birds to fill the sky, and with them the Avians, bird people with the power to control the winds, like Chester." She said, gesturing to the bird boy, who didn't say anything or even react in the slightest, if anything, he seemed slightly nervous, trembling and looking side to side. "The Liver of the Progenitor was the last organ to create its own life form, creating the mammals, and with them came the Lycali, canid people with the ability to control water and ice, like Yip and Nip." Like all the times before, she gestured towards the students, this time towards the twin boys covered in fur, who high-fived each other. "And finally, from the blood of the Progenitor, came the Mikata, like Lindsay, who have the ability to control the blood of others and themselves." Lindsay smirked. "Finally, you're getting to something interesting!" Mrs. Shafford ignored her. "With that, the seven species that formed the early world were created." The blonde girl raised her hand. "Yes, Sarah?" "What about humans, like us?" Mrs. Shafford smiled. "I'm getting to that. For hundreds of years, the Solarians ruled over their kingdom justly, until they decided to explore other worlds. To fill the gap created by their absence, they created humans in their image, like myself, Sarah, and Tommy. They left behind a prophecy. That prophecy foretold of 7 grand calamities, fated to be stopped by a human who is capable of ascending into a Solarian. That human will become known as the Son of Solaria, and with their arrival, the Solarians will return. Any questions?" Lindsay raised her hand. "Yes, Lindsay." Mrs. Shafford said, nervous as to what she was going to say.

"Blood is the origin of all life, right? You taught us that in a previous lesson." Mrs. Shafford nodded. "And we Mikata were created from the blood of the Progenitor." Mrs. Shafford nodded again, but inside she was screaming, as she knew where Lindsay was going with this. "And we have the power to control blood. Shouldn't that mean that we are the most superior of all races, as we were created from the source of life, and can control the source of life?" Mrs. Shafford was close to losing her cool. "Lindsay, I will not have such vile rhetoric spew from your mouth. I don't know what your parents have been teaching you, but all life is created equal!" Lindsay just smirked. "Why would I listen to a human, the lowest of all races? Everyone else has some sort of ability or gift, you people have nothing! NOTHING! You probably just created the story of the stupid "Prophecy" to give your pitiful race a reason for existing!" Mrs. Shafford had enough. She spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, but with venom dripping off of every word. "Lindsay, get out of my classroom." Lindsay just scoffed. "Whatever, you know it's true." Lindsay left the classroom, but not before spitting on the floor. Mrs. Shafford buried her face in her hands and started quietly sobbing. Lily walked up to her. "Don't be sad, Mrs. Shafford, I'm sure she didn't mean it!" Mrs. Shafford hugged Lily. "Thank you, Lily, you're always so kind and sweet, your mother raised you well." Mrs. Shafford wiped the tears from her eyes. "I don't think I can teach any more today. Class dismissed!"

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phoebehalliwell · 1 year ago

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I know you're probably super busy with all the content you've got coming up, but I need some advice if you have the time? I'm throwing a Charmed party to celebrate the 25th anniversary, but I need food and drink ideas linked to the show. All I can think of is Paige's ceiling gazpacho 😅 Do you have any suggestions?

okay so i’m dividing this into lazy baby / lazy bougie baby / semi advanced / advanced levels of just different silly ideas and then also drinks!

lazy baby!

scrying crystals (crystal rock candy)

kit's kats (kit kats, after kit the cat)

lucky charmed (lucky charms o.o)

cole’s birthday cake/cupcakes (chocolate with red icing that says happy 100th birthday cole!)

prue’s turkey no mayo sammies from bucklands (get yourself a deli sandwich, cut it up into easy party sized bites)

black as coleos (oreos :p )

we all scream for ice cream (i would recommend mochi balls as they r also very easy to eat)

leo’s matrimonial pigs in blankets

once in a blue moon cookies (get cookies that are blue)

phoenix wings (spicy hot chicken wings)

duck medallions minus the medallions… (little duck cookies)

sin balls (coconut macaroons or really any other round item i guess)

lazy bougie baby

mark chao's peking duck (it’s peking duck)

black as cole ADVANCED EDITION (something with active charcoal as an ingredient — if you want a drink lemonade is popular — Warning Tho: if you’re on meds take them at least a couple hours before the charcoal bc the charcoal will suck them out of your system if not already absorbed)

a witch's yellowtail (sushi!)

once in a blue moon bowls (get some spirulina bowls from your local snob place, divvy them into like smaller jello type cups, you can even top with like shaved coconut in a little crescent moon pattern to be bougier)

all hallow’s eve altar pies (get tiny pumpkin or apple pies)

cole’s conception chocolates (get some nice chocolates)

quake and bakes (buy some edibles)

semi advanced

furies toast (get a baguette, grill it so it has a light char, add a neutral flavor (like a brie or avocado or something like softer on the palate), top with smoked salmon and maybe smoked chili flakes)

piper's audition recipe (stuffed pasta shells. alternately penne with some red wine sauce)

(don't) bite me-s (garlic knots \( •_•)_†… this could also be purchased tbh)

all hallow’s eve altar pies but you make them and get to do cute things with the top crust

p3 cookies (make cookies and decorate em with the p3 logo)

advanced

homeowner’s meeting tapas (goat cheese pizza, onion tartlets, chicken satay…)

the actual duck medallions

piper’s audition recipe (roast pork with gratin of fennel and penne with a port giblet sauce 😳)

drinks!

jeremy's gift (port)

primrosé empath (rosé)

seer's tonic (get some of those wellness shots or whatever apple cider vinegar type things and serve em in plastic champagne flutes)

paige signature (perrier baby!)

aunt gail's power stripping tea (buy a large jug of arizona iced tea, spike it if you're feeling fun!)

all halliwell's eve apple cider (can also be spiked!)

p3 h2o (this is what you label the water as)

p baxter's giggle water (gin and tonics, or really any alcohol tbh)

ms. hellfire (spicy margs)

grimlock vanquishing potion (midori sour)

p-3-ña coladas (piña coladas)

i hope u have so so much fun at your party!! tell me what u make!! <3

#charmed

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alexanderwesker · 2 years ago

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omg, just realized that it's been a hot minute since i last popped in here to ask you strangely elaborate questions about your worldbuilding!!

anyways, i've been thinking about music a lot this week. in thaw, you said there was Maybe jazz playing in the burgundy cosmos, or its equivalent. is it still called 'jazz' in your world or is it something else? does it have a slightly different tempo to what we know as jazz, and/or is it different in any other ways?

and if it Is known as something different, what are the equivalents of some other music genres in the shatteredverse? are there any genres that don't really exist there yet? and what would music originating from the archipelagos islands be called?

also, ik that lots of instruments used to be made out of animal bone, is this still true in the shatteredverse? does simone have steel/nylon strings like most modern guitars would, or are they made of something else?

is there anything else you'd like to share about what instruments are made of in your universe, or just the shatteredverse's music worldbuilding in general?

^_^ always happy to get your asks!

The name is pretty similar to the one in our world being 'jasm' with the one in the Burgundy Cosmos in particular having been Big Horn Jasm, (the irony of the music genre name and the 'protagonist' of the chapters focusing on him is not lost on me) because of the main instrument used in it being the Keraphone, a type of saxophone made out of the horn of a Ravager Beast(Las Nevadas has plenty supply if said horns as Quackity has managed to strike a deal with Pillagers), that allows for the deeper, more vibrating notes that differentiate jasm from our world's jazz.

Other than that jasm is slightly slower than jazz, but not of much since is still pretty energetic.

Other genres have their own equivalent, with acoustic being called either just Folk or Siren Folk, depending on the views of the people, Gospel being simply called Holy or God's-Inspired music, and others but i cannot remember all of the types of music existent to list their equivalent XD

Music genres that don't exist there, yet, are Rock, Metal or the modern that rely to electronic manipulation a lot.

Depends from the islands as they have their own cultures and subcultures too. Some of the most popular are: Wind Folk, a variation of Folk that relays on adding flutes or ocarinas to the mix of used instruments; Low String, that is played with an instrument similar to a two-stringed cello; and Crystal, that is played utilizing unprimed crystals to create a symphony by letting ones magic flow to them.

Some instrument are made of bone still, most though are mate out of wood and leather.

Simone doesn't have nylon or steel strings, but cat gut strings, which is to say lamb strings.

Music can be used to manipulate wild magic, though doing it is dangerous as the singer or player would have to let it channel through them. In the Shattered! Verse there are people specifically trained to do that, usually for War Chants to make soldiers less scared/stronger for as long as the chanter can sing.

Hope you liked the answer and thank you so much for the ask! ^D^

#ask answered #Ifivertoldyou #worldbuilding #my worldbuilding #shattered!verse #music #[Alexis Answers]

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libidomechanica · 5 months ago

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“For term of life, you like a question … oh, do not curse, high Muses”

Take me rue it. Hiss—the little as they each other’s wish, and when mine Eyes. Of ladies do not much admired or less: the only the daisies kiss on bliss, who dead, scatter’d race, or that I dared to peep in at a holy day, both crowns the hills? A single dragon. Tis not a mistress? Bosom try what poor groom that, from thy rich ore: nor can hopes of

honour, and meet against the memory of your eye’s tail up as I shook their though in me. Floats scumlike uproar past and you hearest Endymion started back dismay’d, upon a cros, our should say: be hypocrite? Woman labours ripened, a youthful pleasures of touch, and dreams and as long numb place. For term of life, you like a question … oh, do not curse,

high Muses! The forms of men darkens afternoon, the whitest skin that any laud there are things deem’d. Say thy verge to run, and, whether aiming at this large eyes; my doubt, where twere pity, sir, find our devotion, pays. The truth in excess of heroines was free from off a crystal and song a little hour that I wanted the Lip of Youth as the face

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at my spinnin’ wheel?—I wish it could not dead; but those two magic ladies, past with delighted, for thy cold starlight lay! Thus piteously to quench my breasts; and have traded life akin, came up, and lawyers, priest thou ready, o mount and many a time. Once upon my brow, on the shape of beast, by Aurora’s peering men there is a weeded rock this

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of the years in food, quick to perish’d? Heaped on my knees, from birthplace to fill you sung the waves of mild silver-footed message left behind: troy owes to Hoyle: they say, Yong fooles take up the child, thought, disposed of off Cape Matapan, amongst the summit, and left his sovereign buffoons, to do with my tongue, and proceeded from the wet field so stand alone,

and in themselves to wile the long-wish’d-for end, full to these the glass. Evergreen forest root; and, be shed over my turf, and fasted, ere in one deem’d, being sad, or were all scruples hence remove? Against that he had none, but when she doth take away the eye so, lovers, child of night or Morning our day by day. Of sound of soothing to think of Rhyme,

but I will, they feel that hour, been on our summer draws near a sight inviolate’s the fashion all; that but not till days are twinkles in their place, On Suli’s rock, and one’s own image of the sight and worth it, have told the world: so fared she gazing fed; and meant for some kindness now, to move, then bleak air. That, in purpos’d to be read her love, nor their fount,

she now kept him from heaven being a sort of heaven, by those Gothic times nine. Were liftedst up thine eyes; he had nursed of office, or with backward glance and quiet, to the human kindness now—Who, in all the phantasies of sober sorceress, while thou a flowr, thanne hadde it no stoon; whan the bought a finger light in all her home or name, and the

crown a happy hair, hath she not for loss of reasons why this moment when the sons of the sky with the villains! No doome the Border? Afloat, and my lute unstrung; else it were better part purchased, but heau’nly beames in which think in stumbling voyce obtained at first begun. Your lips ill hung with jealous of itself so quiet place bends all his restless

wondered out my hand I look for worships it. When at my should I weep my outcast state and trust in Heaven are closed tight, close on the hungry hugeness, yet with charm of beer and all the Stranger fresh struck the crimson lurks in the leaders sped; but now, sun, at our entreaty stay! All that his guessing t is not long loving you what you wake and the

earth am rotten; from her second suit thy picture of blisse; in tombe of life, and when all the day the questions thou when thou yields. In relieved that smiling Beauty, thy fair face looks familiar care where their native unto the womb sucked on looks as lilies do the different the shrunk shuddering pale blue; their Zeale growes weary, to the sway; my altars

did not your questioner, fill’d with this great bridals, chaste woman’s cause it doth wake, then must bid fare: gay the waterfall. And sexes, of force, when you can’t do other pride of me. White towers, eyes, and round there fame you bastard be unfathom’d brine, until they decked her Am I your first were. That light reach; and thy cheek,—who sat her drop? But is the fair.

In that bears the silent rows, poor Cynthia! And I keep dancing, midst other that will with all they read: till she who burns with a marriage. In whom our pretty please; and fann’d away, for painture near each other that, shatter of important captures rude in ponderous stone, the fire the voice can reach me, lay quite sunder; and thunder’s sorrow and knew it.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #229 texts #ballad

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herbs-and-spices-and-flowers · 1 year ago

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Ending to Paragraph Thursday. Plus Epilogue.

Minnesota and Oregon have been on many adventures, gotten hurt, went to wrong places, returned from there, and how do they get home? Well, after they got back from forclaimer world, Sips and Fruit Bat dying and they all head back to one of the towns, Mr. Jack, Gothi and a few other people managed to create a portal that mimicked that of the creature that brought them there.

They were about to step through the portal, but then they turned around. They turned to hug their friends. Goodbyes were hard and they still are today. There was lots of hugging and goodbyes and you can almost hear the song "The Call" playing in the background. They took a breath and stepped right through. Then everything went black.

They both woke up each in a hospital room. Both were bandaged and felt pain in their head. Some of their wounds were past ones. Like the ones they got in the persecution country or the ones they got into almost DnD world. When their friends and families showed up, they asked how long they have been out. They were told by their families that they have been in a coma for hours after they were pulled into the vent by that big dark thing.

Both of them began to think that all of this was just a coma dream. But then another thought occurred. If this was all just a coma dream, how do they explain the tentacle. Then again, how do they explain how all of those adventures have fit into just a couple of hours. They look around and notice their school backpacks next to each of their hospital beds. They peeked inside their backpacks and saw some of the things they gained on their journey. In Minnesota's was a tiny figure of a sword with a tiny bucket tied to it(he took lessons from Bucket), a tiny strand of string which resembled the rope which Erina had given him, and a rock which had the message "I hope you are in a good fit to move the next time I see you" which was from a young forclaimer that Minnesota would have physical matches with. In Oregon's backpack was a small staff that looked like the cleric's staff she had gotten, a sketchbook that Sips had snatched for her in exchange for art, and a note from Erina asking her to next time bring her paintings and other art forms that she heard so much about and that she would love to hear her singing voice again and hear her play the flute, so next time bring the flute and a small stone that said, "why did you call me cute? You're adorable." which was from another young forclaimer that she had met along the way. The message warmed her up inside.

Both of them could only think in wonder that something so strange happened in life. Life is stranger than fiction sometimes.

Epilogue. At least five years from now.

Minnesota Hamms and Oregon Atsma had once again been swept off to who know's where. This time, they brought their friends: Jade, Maryland, Koi and Tennessee with his brother, Oklahoma. They faced a lot of familiar monsters. Not only that, the small figures they had grew to usable size. I'm not sure how, but somehow Oregon got separated from the group. Later she ended up fighting a bunch of people with just her staff and her undying stubborness. While fighting for her life, she recognized one of them as the young forclaimer that she had bonded with five years ago. As old as she was now. She then stopped fighting. He then put his knife to her neck.

"C'mon, Lysander. Don't you recognize me?"

"How do you know me?"

"C'mon, my crystal gazer, we were only fifteen when this happened."

He stopped.

"Moon flower?"

"Yes?"

He then put down his knife and hugged her. It was hard for forclaimers to feel empathy, but they can feel some love. The others looked at them confused, but them one of them spoke up.

"Oh wait a minute. Are you Minnesota's friend?"

"Are you that guy he would mess around with?" "Thunders! Yeah! How is he?"

"He's doing fine, but I regret to tell you, we got separated on our journey." "Forget that! Right now, you need medical attention!" added Lysander.

They sat down and bandaged each other. Then they heard shouting voices and Minnesota and their friends showed up and the group reunited. Minnesota also reunited with his physicals buddy. They do some talking and introducing. Then some other people stumble across their spot. One of them was an archaeologist we all know and love with a few grey hairs. Oregon ran up and hugged him and Minnesota offered a handshake.

"Wait. Do I know you two? Are you Oregon and Minnesota or something?" he asked.

They gave him a look, and then he recognized them. "It is you! Boy how much you've grown."

Then Erina shows up. "You've gotten so BIG!" and she hugged them both.

Next was Sips. But he's little Sips at this point and doesn't recognize them.

Then came Gothi. "You have grown." they hugged her next.

Sips may not have recognized them, but Sneeze did. And he hugged them both.

After some hugging and laughing and crying tears of joy, Mr. Jack then broke the Silence.

"Ok, folks. We have some catching up to do. C'mon. I am so sure that there are some people who would like to see you. And you know what that means."

Minnesota and Oregon perked up in excitement.

"That's right. We've got some adventuring to do!"

And off they went all over the Billowing Wilds and beyond all of that.

The End. Of this story.

#fool's gold #my ocs #paragraph thursday

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 2 years ago

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Can do @gay-salt-amber!

It was actually a beautiful story, almost like a story Jade listened to since childhood.

Him and Floyd were busy swimming around having a laugh of freedom until Jade got distracted by some beautiful stones away from the reef and began to swim up as he saw some rocks fall in the water more and more

As he popped his head up he sees fog at first, implying he's somewhere near Brair Valley as he comes to realize later on. As his mismatch eyes scan the above he stops when seeing the source of rocks falling in the water in the form of a beautiful angelic creature tossing stones in while standing near a cliff's edge

Then the angel fell with a slip and fell right into the ocean's dept bellow. Jade panicked and quickly saved the human, dragging the body back to the beach shore near by. He panicked more when he feels the boy doesn't have a steady pulse so he cradled his head in his arms and began to sing a song his mother sings when some "employees" of his family's business pass

Btw it's this-

Slowly, the human's eyes began to flutter open and shine before the merboy, the two staring at each other's rare beauties of eyes.

Jade escaped when the boy leaned over and coughed and he heard voiced above them yelling a name, diving into the water he went before the mortal can even question him.

Jade returned a few nights in a row hoping to see the human boy, and he does on the third night when he hears a flute playing, seeing his angelic prince sitting on the cliff playing the wooden instrument

Jade listened and watched from afar in awe and unmoving until he watched him stand and leave never to be seen in the cliffs again

Once he was gone the eel dived back in the ocean giddy and happy, spinning around withe bubbles and tiny fish and grabbing hold of his twin's and Azul's wrists and getting them in his twirling mess of dance

For years he wished to see him again but accepted it might never happen until just after being accepted into Night Raven Collage with his childhood halves

Jade listened with the other First Years until he turned his head and was stricken with a beauty of a boy just away from his left with very familiar beautiful eyes, a angel in real life being placed in Diasmonia: Silver

Jade knew he was the boy he saved but Silver has no idea

When Silver first showed up to the Mostro Lounge he had a near heart attack

Jade was simple and calm at first but as his old innocent childhood crush developed as a love over time during his First Year and being friends with the knight he knew he couldn't hide it much anymore!

He confessed the best way he knew how, making a deal with Floyd to cook an amazing lunch, begging Azul to make the most wonderful invites for all of Diasmonia to come to the Mostro Lounge for a great lunch, and just being plain charming to all

Then he and Silver began to have a conversation (a lovely one too) while presenting himself as a waiter for the party of the dorm and soon led Silver away to show him the best view within the lounge. As he does he confesses to Silver his feelings and ask if they can be lovers.

Silver said yes! He always found Jade a silly cutie

Whenever Silver falls asleep on Jade, Jade is so eager and happy and moves so his head on his lap and lightly rubs his hair while humming

I like to think Jade isn't a bad cook just not as great as Floyd but is certainly better than Lilia but he dare not say that to his would be father-in-law's face!

They both collect shells, rocks, crystals, and of course pressed floral as their little hobby that Jade sometimes put in his terrariums and scrap books while Silver keeps them close and dear to him

Whenever Jade is overworking Silver could twirl his finger around his hair piece and kiss it and that makes Jade melt and silent as he stares at him all lovesick

Okay but imagine a group date with them, Floyd x Riddle, Azul x Jamil, and Ruggie x Kalim-

Maybe with Trey x Cater watching from a far like "Awww~!"

#twisted wonderland #jade leech #silver vanrouge #twst silver #jade x silver #silver x jade #jadesil #siljade #not my art #Spotify

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generalfoolish · 3 years ago

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Of Champagne and Motherfuckers

Summary: In which Vigilante gets jealous.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, drinking, moral contemplation, not good spy lingo, ambiguous "bad" guy

Word Count: 2.8K

Request: "i have a request for adrian chase x reader where she has to seduce a target after losing rock paper scissors or something, an adrian has to listen to her act really hot towards this creepy douche instead of him and whatever you think would result from that please! love your writing!!"

A/N: My first stab at this was like 6k of just the most feral, unhinged nonsense you've ever seen. This is try four; hope you enjoy! <3

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You sipped your champagne from the flute, using the drink as an opportunity to scan the room.

“He should be by the bar.” John announced, his voice coming in smoothly through the earpiece. Your eyes flicked to the bar, and found the target easily enough.

“Found him.” You murmured over the rim of your glass, taking another sip. Beneath the crisp lights of the crystal chandeliers, you made your way towards the bar, your black gown trailing behind you. You focused on the click of your heels against the polished hardwood floors, and prayed you didn’t eat shit. The strappy heels Emilia had given you were perfect for seduction, and horrible for walking.

It wasn’t the first time you had lost to Emilia Harcourt in rock, paper, scissors; but it was the first time that you had actually hated the assignment. Despite the designer gown and diamonds draped delicately across your neck, you loathed every second you had to stand in the ballroom and be ogled by the rich and the deadly. You were excited to get the mark upstairs, take him out, grab the intel, and bug out.

You weren’t the only one, either. Vij, who normally loved these sorts of events and anything involving murder, had done nothing but complain since the van had been loaded up at HQ.

“Just kill him already.” Vigilante whined in your ear, bringing your attention back to the party at hand. You inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to tell him to shut up as you settled into the crowd easily. In your previous assignments, from before Waller and her Suicide Squad and Peacemaker and the butterflies, you had specialized in this kind of thing. Your usual goals were more aligned with political warfare, crippling regimes, and just generally demolishing established governments. This mark was easy in comparison.

But, of course, you had thrown scissors, when you knew that Harcourt would throw rock. It was uncanny how often you lost to her. You wondered if she could actually read minds, at times.

“Hi, can I get you a drink?” A man asked, coming up to brush his hand against your bare arm, which he left resting against the small of your back. Not the mark, not interested.

“Oh, no thank you. I’m actually waiting on someone.” You told him, a polite smile falling to your lips. He frowned in response.

“That won’t do, a pretty thing like yourself should have company all the time.” You scanned the area and met the mark’s eyes, and when he smiled at you, you pulled your best ‘damsel in distress’ face. His smile faltered, and you ushered him with your eyes.

Hook, line, and sinker. The mark rushed to your side, and you slipped into his side easily.

“There you are, handsome.” You murmured, smiling up at him. He was traditionally handsome, dark haired and lean muscled. Ostensibly, your type. You couldn’t help, though, but wish for green eyes and glasses to be staring down at you, as if you had saved him.

“Looked all over for you, kitten. Thanks for taking care of her, friend.” The mark told the other man quickly, before pulling you away.

“Kitten?” Leota snorted, laughing in your ear.

“Thanks for the save, really. He was a creep.” You told the mark, playfully, sipping your champagne, but staying against his side.

“You saved me. My partner’s were getting into trade logistics for next quarter.” He laughed easily, and lowered his gaze to rake over you. “Name’s Adrian Loman, by the way.”

There it was. The reason you’d been so hesitant to be the honey in this particular pot. The man’s name was Adrian. You tensed waiting for the reaction from Vigilante, your Adrian, but none came. You wondered, with a slight frown, if he had taken his piece out.

He was meant to be waiting on the balcony of Loman’s room, the perfect spot for an ambush, if it came to it.

Despite your experience in the field, despite having done this sort of work your entire adult life, you had never felt more comfortable than you had with Vigilante. You knew he was perceived as an idiot, a loose cannon; but the more you worked with him, the more time you spent with him out of the suit, you knew he was much deeper than that. He was brilliant, actually. He absorbed everything, always, especially if it was about him. He claimed he didn’t experience emotions like other people, that he didn’t care about things, but you had seen him without his mask on. Not the Vigilante mask, but his person mask, the one he put on to “fit” in. You hated it, hated how he acted around Chris, how he pretended.

Somewhere along the way, you dropped your own mask, and let him in. He filled the gaps you didn’t know you had, and just as quickly as he made his way in, you fell for him, hard. If it was your late night tv binges, accompanied with shitty chinese food, or you’re early morning talks as you joined him on his patrols, or if it was how he always held your hand before a mission, rubbing soothing circles in the skin between your forefinger and your thumb; the end was the same. You had fallen in love with Adrian Chase, a man who self-proclaimed not to feel any emotion at all.

You’d been working up the courage to say something, anything to him. You’d thought maybe after an episode of Fargo, or when you surprised him at Fennel Fields after work. The plan was still in the making, of course.

What you didn’t want to have to do was whisper his name all night, in a stranger’s ear, while he listened. Regardless, of how you were feeling, how he was feeling, or anything else, it was just awkward.

“Mr. Loman, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You purred, setting the honey out.

“Please, it’s Adrian. My father was Mr. Loman.” He answered easily, jovial. Bait taken.

“Adrian, then.” You hummed in response, like saying his name lit you on fire. Mostly, because it did. If you could pretend this was your Adrian, maybe it wouldn’t be so insufferable.

“What brings you to this party, kitten?” Loman asked, threading his hand around your waist. You leaned into the feeling, despite how it made your skin crawl.

“Charity, of course. I’m passionate about saving the world’s…whatever it is we’re saving this time. What about you, Adrian, what brings you here tonight?”

“Same for me, whatever it is we’re saving must be important.” He laughed, a sound that seemed to be ripped from his throat.

“I hear our lives will never be the same without it. Finance, then?” You inquired, steering the conversation back to relevant water.

“Oh, I barely go to the office these days. Gotham is too much of a mess, for me.” He tells you, inching closer to something useful.

“You’d think with all these supers running around, and every other asshole putting on a suit, crime would be down.” You muttered, thinking about one suited dork in particular, and sipping your drink.

“You’re funny, kitten. Gonna have to run into you at all these parties.” Loman admits, running his hand across your back, the motion a cheap mimic of the man whose touch you actually want.

“Promise, Adrian?” You asked, murmuring the words, picturing a different man, one whose company you crave.

“Do you want to get out of here? I have a room upstairs.” Loman suggested suddenly, a mischievous smile pulling across his face.

“So, forward!” You teased, lightly nudging his shoulder. “You scandalize me.”

“You scandalized me the moment I saw you. I can’t wait to unwrap you.” He growled, leaning in close to your ear. You grimaced, knowing that everyone could hear, but covered your mouth with a hand, feigning a giggle.

“I can’t believe you found someone who actually wants to have sex with you.” Chris snorted into your ear, and you hoped Loman couldn’t hear the giant idiot over the din of the room.

“I know! I thought, we’re setting a honey pot, right? Then we throw the biggest bitch in the field!”

“Okay, that’s not very nice.” Leota quipped quickly.

“I agree with John, for once. It should have been Emilia, she’s charming and beautiful.” Chris added, speaking over Leota.

“Thanks, Chris.” Emilia said.

“Spectacular rack.” Chris finished, and you could hear Emilia’s groan.

“Okay, let’s wrap this up, yeah?” Leota ended, and you smiled coyly at Loman, before finishing your drink.

You placed your hand on his arm, and leaned up to graze your lips against his jaw.

“Then what’re we waiting for?” You murmured against the shell of his ear. He pulled you to the elevator, and punched the button. His hands dipped below your waist, digging into the globes of your ass, and you faked a whimper against him.

You wondered if Adrian was in place, hoping he hadn’t had any trouble, and remembered how his usually bright green eyes had raged dark and dangerous when he’d learned that you were the one going into the gala. He’d walked in as you lost, miserably, to Harcourt.

“What was Ro-Sham-Bo for, guys?” Adrian had asked, walking in with Chris and John.

“Oh, who had to be the honey.” You explained easily, fastening the diamond studs into your ears before grabbing the garment bag from the desk.

“Nope. No way. Not happening.” You paused, and tilted your head at him, a habit you’d picked up from him. His hands went to his hips and his smile was quickly replaced with a frown.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“You're not flirting with that guy, no way. He’s a bad guy.” Adrian told you, his tone final, though you knew he hadn’t bothered to read the dossier.

“Yeah, that’s why we’re going to kill him.” You made clear, crossing your arms across your chest, the garment bag hanging loosely over your arm.

“But why you?” He fussed, sounding like a kid who’d lost their favorite toy.

“I lost the rock, paper, scissors.” Your shrug was easy. His jaw clicked audibly, and he shook his head again.

“I hate this. I’ll just kill him.” He told you, narrowing his eyes. You had rolled your eyes, downplaying the seriousness in his tone, hoping that he wouldn’t lose his head again in the moment.

The elevator opened, reminding you of where you were, and you stumbled in as Loman pulled you close. He hit the fifth floor, confirming the level was correct.

“Fifth floor, huh? You paid out big time for our little charity ball, didn’t you?” You asked, running your hand up his chest.

“That’s me, Room 519, balcony view of the bay.”

“I love how the moonlight hits the bay.”

“Well, maybe we’ll take our party out there so we both have views to admire.”

“Jesus.” Emilia mouthed, and you could picture her look of annoyance. Your mind raced back to Vij, and hoped again that he was in place.

The elevator dinged as the doors pulled open, and Loman ushered you down the hall. For your part, you could barely keep up in your strappy heels.

He flicked the hotel key card against the door, and it unlocked, the light turning green. You held your breath, letting Loman walk in first.

To your surprise, the room was empty. You tried to hide your disappointment, you had really expected Vij to be waiting. You knew better, of course. Out of everyone, Adrian never let it get to him, not in the field. Sure, he was a fucking maniac, but he was cool as a fucking cucumber the whole time. You’d seen him slice a guy’s head off and then keep killing people. They were aliens, to be sure, but you’d seen him butcher humans. In the field, he was mechanical, and damn good at it. You wanted him to have your back, everytime.

Loman turned to you, in the dim light of the room, the moon illuminating just the edges through the open window. He slipped his hand into the high slit on your dress, hand grabbing your exposed hip. His smile was predatory, something that sent chills up your spine. You slipped your hand in your clutch, and curled your fingers around your compact pistol.

“I didn’t expect you to be so easy.” He moaned, moving his other hand up to your breast. The grasp was rough, enough for you to call it.

“That’s enough, I think.” You announced, untangling yourself and holding up your pistol. He held his hands up, his face falling quickly.

“I’ll give you anything; you can take whatever you want.” He stammered, eyes fixed on your pistol.

“What’s the security combination for your partner box?” You replied, placing your finger on the trigger. You didn’t plan on killing him, not just yet, but it always sped these things up when the pressure was on.

“1375-9843.” Loman squealed, spilling immediately. You were about to call him out on it, make him worry a bit more, when the patio door opened. You had it completely under control, but seeing the black and teal put you at ease instantly.

Before you could say, or do, anything, Adrian had pulled out a gun and shot Loman in the head. Your mouth fell open, and you just watched, blankly, as he made his way over to you, never having broken his stride.

In your ear, the team was outraged, yelling at Adrian, yelling at you. You removed the piece, and tucked it into your bag just as he reached you.

“So messy.” You teased, glancing down at the blood splatters across your skin and dress. Loman’s blood was pooling up on the thick carpet, and you didn’t even want to think about what a mess that would be to clean.

“Don’t care about that, only about you.” He urged, his arms wrapping around your middle tightly. You’re sure you’ve died, but you shake the thoughts and feelings down. Be professional, right?

“I still need to search the room.” You told him, nuzzling into his hug. His fingers spread across your back, and rubbed slightly. The feeling worked to remove the press of Loman.

“Already did.” He told you, pulling a small USB connector from his pouch. “Just needed you, let’s go.” He ushers, pulling you tight against his chest and onto the balcony. You clutched him tightly, the feeling of his textured suit a balm to the groping you’d endured.

“Thanks. You know, for the assist.” You told him, motioning to Loman. He shrugged.

“Oh, yeah. Not a problem. I was definitely gonna kill that motherfucker.”

“So cringey, right?” You asked, making light of the many horrible come-on lines he’d used. Adrian pulled his mask off to look at you, but remembered his glasses, and put them on.

“No, cause he just talked to you the wrong way.” Adrian explained, slowly.

“Flirty?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah, he had to die.” Adrian told you, sullen.

“For flirting with me?” You reiterated, slowly.

“What are you not getting? I know that was probably weird for you, but I had to kill him. The way he was talking to you, it made me crazy. I had to stop myself from going downstairs and killing him in the lobby. He shouldn’t get to hear you like that.”

“Why not, Adrian?” You responded, trying to steady your heart, which was attempting to beat out of your chest.

“Why not? Why not? Probably ‘cause, I don’t know, you should be saying those things to me. I’m the only Adrian you need. This is making me feel so crazy. I don’t know why. You deserve someone who is good for you, and that, ugly piece of shit, isn’t that.”

“You are good for me, Adrian. You’re a good man, and I–” You started to say, started to confess, but he interrupted.

“You think I’m a good man?” You nod, watching his expression soften, almost into something sad. You smiled sadly at him.

“You are a good person, Adrian. You are worth knowing and loving. You’re my best friend, and there is no one else that I would rather kill bad guys with. Now, kiss me.” You finished, breathless, and closing the distance between you. Happily, he obliged, taking your cheeks delicately between his gloved hands and pressing a kiss to your lips. The searing heat from him was burning off your night with Loman, and as Adrian, your Adrian, ran his hands over you, pulling you closer, you gave in to the feeling. You carded your hands in his hair, and tugged him closer, deepening the kiss.

He pulled back a little, breathing heavily, but running his nose along yours.

“I DVR’d Fargo, for us.” He told you, nipping at your jaw, before kissing the skin.

“Thank god. Let’s get out of here.” You told him, laughing, slipping your hand in his.

“Can you keep that dress? And those heels?”

“Oh, you like this?” You asked, gesturing at the gown.

“You look absolutely devastating.” He told you, in a hushed tone, almost reverential, a rare moment of sincerity.

“You look absolutely devastated, Adrian.” You giggled, kissing him again.

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hyacinthsfolklore · 2 years ago

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The Refugee Part One

When the ogres attacked our capital they weren’t just aiming to steal our land. They were trying to destroy everything about us. Even those living in the colony of woodnote had to flee. Vesa had left alongside Salix , her babes Koa and Ivo in arms. They ventured far, being pushed to the limits. They went without food or drink for over a month. They were left without a chance to rest in fear of what might come upon them. They had to gaze upon the wreckage of the once beautiful city. It was now crumbling and occupied by ogres. They had ruined a sacred ground. The quartet was to sneak past grounds that had once belonged to our kind. Salix was given a large gash along his leg by a fallen rock. They couldn’t afford to to stop to treat it so it festered. They had finally reached the end of ogre territory and came across a large river. Salix had managed to limp Across it using a large log. He was thankfully carrying the two babies. Vesa had started to cross when a low growl rang out. She tensed and readied herself for an attack. The ogre flew at her, but she managed to duck. The threat of the monster endangering her family was enough to fill her with a renewed vigor. She called to her husband to get the children to safety. As he read she braced herself for another attack. When the ogre charged again she mustered enough force to push it into the river. She had finally started to relax, when a hand grabbed the riverbank. She could only watch in horror as the ogre fought it’s way back up. She grabbed a sturdy fallen branch and swung. The ogre fell back and once again tried climbing up. Vesa swung, and the cycle continued. The ogre mad a little bit more progress each time and eventually made it all the way up. Vesa was ready when she faced the beast. She managed to fend him off with a good smack to the head. One of the ogres teeth fell out. Vesa put it in her pocket. With one final smack the ogre was once again pushed into the river. Vesa shoved a pile of rocks onto its body to make sure it drowned. The energy drained out of her body. She had barely managed to cross the log, when she found her family. The two babies were crying. Salix was sitting down, looking to be in pure agony. His leg wound looked significantly worse. It was leaking pus and had an awful odor coming from it. Salix told Vesa to leave him and keep the babies safe. Vesa insisted on being with him in his final breaths. They sat there in silence while his life drained out of him. He whispered something in her ear before passing on. His last I love you would never be forgotten. All four of them drifted off into sleep. When three of them woke up they saw a great canopy of leaves shielding them from harm. They had found the strength to continue on. They soon came upon an elven manor. They were given food while she told their tale. The elves welcomed them into their home and, they soon grew comfortable. Vesa planted marigold seed on the ground and played her flute for them everyday. She poured her grief into every note. Koa and Ivy’s skin hardened as they grew. They slowly started to heal. The fear that once surrounded Vesa, slowly started fading. In the mornings Ivo and Koa would play with the elven children of the manor. At night, the kids would play in the garden, moonlight showering them. One such night, smoke began to fill their noses. They ran to get their mother, knowing danger from the stories they had grown up on. When they reached Vesa, they saw her calmly playing for the marigolds. They told her about the smoke, and she went closer to investigate. The house was nothing but a molten mass of crystal. Vesa saw two limp bodies a couple steps away. Upon closer inspection, she recognized the two boys of the manor, Navi and Dalsen. She carried the petite figures a safe distance away from the fire. She buried them to nourish the now ruined earth. Two moon flowers served as a grave marker. She hoped the flowers would flourish in the night that had taken the children they represented.

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 4 years ago

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When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! Please go look at their beautifully detailed piece they made for this work and support them with reblogs so it can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this and everything else this past week! One last thank you as this wouldn’t have been as polished without you ^-^

Chapter 7: I Remember

Chapter Summary: In a nostalgic museum of their own creation, Virgil feels as content as he ever has living out lifetime after lifetime with Logan.

Day 5 Prompt: Free Day

Warnings: none. If there are any please let me know!

WC: 1787

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“Which one did you like chickens in?”

Logan poked his head out of the kitchen window while being sure to hold the dish he was drying well away from the sill. “Chickens?”

“You liked chickens in one of our lives for some reason.” Virgil didn’t look up as his tongue poked out of his mouth in concentration- something that never failed to make Logan smile since according to him Virgil did that in every life. Blowing away the dust from the mistake he had sanded away he grabbed up the carving tool and started again, holding the figurine a little too close to his face to technically be safe but he was far past the point of caring. He held his breath as he dragged a smooth line across the dark stained surface. It was perfect. All he needed to do was drag it the other way and-

Groaning in frustration he threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to cry over something so stupid. It was a chicken- and a wooden one at that- no more deserving of tears than a child’s block tower being knocked over. But as the slight tremor in his hands continued to betray him as the years went by he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. There were so many things he wanted to do and create and as their lives went by it became harder and harder to keep up with it all; thankfully he was stubborn enough that it never kept him from trying.

Opening his eyes as a cool breeze swept past him he couldn’t help but smile at the early morning sky, full of the deep purples and blues that they had both favored since their souls first formed. Cool and calm and deep the colors blended together with a soft brilliance he admired every time he reached for the soulbond he and Logan shared. He hardly knew how to describe the way Logan filled his life to the brim with a happiness that made him feel safely rooted to the ground and flung him headlong into the clouds at the same time. A kind of breaking open of the chest while still feeling as if everything was securely nestled in their proper places. He supposed the way the colors swirled endlessly between the stars- brilliant galaxies forming and reshaping in picturesque moments that would be gone in an instant- maybe that came pretty close.

Grinning to himself he carefully gathered up his tools and his current work in progress, nudging the door open with his foot and stepping into the warm comfort of the living room. They had spent an entire lifetime making it their own, as they so often did when they finally found each other again. Often there wasn’t a day wasted when they became whole again to pick up right where they had left off in their previous life, collecting an eternity’s worth of memorabilia that no one could ever hope to understand but them. Setting down his armload on a side table he eased himself into a rocking chair situated by the window, the gentle movements a pleasant stim as he listened to Logan move around in the kitchen.

He leaned his head back slowly to rest on the back of the chair, staring up at the dark stained bookshelves overflowing with all manor of things they had made or collected in the decades they had been together. The old but thankfully sturdy wood bowed under the weight of books either so old they were bound with leather and cracked at the seams or so new the pages were still visibly crisp from the printing press. There was one in particular bound tightly in soft brown leather with a bright green gem stuck in the center of it that neither of them had ever opened but had found and added to their collection nonetheless. Whatever it was, it fit the aesthetic so neither of them could complain.

Tilting his head to the side he watched as Logan bustled around the kitchen getting their morning dose of coffee set up, refracted light from various forms of open geodes glittering around him and making his glow in the room. They had become veritable hoarders in this lifetime, though Virgil suspected they always did, collecting everything from crystals that matched their colors perfectly to pond skipping rocks that had felt too perfect in their hands to ever give up to the water. Their vast collection of seashells littered nearly every surface as well with a suncatcher made from them hanging in the large window overlooking their yard. He nearly laughed as he caught sight of it, a wooden flute he had carved hanging with it as well reminiscent of Logan’s hippie phase he had yet to let him live down. He had justified it by saying it was just another thing to remember their time together with, but mostly he just loved the playful eye roll he would get every time Logn caught sight of it.

Of course the better caving he had made for him was on the shelf behind him, nearly life size wooden ice skates that Virgil had made with as much care poured over them as he could muster. He remembered making and presenting them to his best friend after one of his competitions- they’re fingers brushing and a thousand and one memories cementing their souls together once again. Since then their house had slowly filled with blocks of wood molded to the memories they gained of an eternity spent together. Several small blocks were shoved in the spaces they could fit, depicting all the constellations Logan had told him about when they would go out in a field or lay on the roof of one of their houses and talk the night away. There were so many animal figurines they could likely make a replica of a zoo- if of course that zoo featured mostly horses, cats and various other farm animals they swapped stories of when a memory struck them. He already knew where he was going to fit the chicken, he just needed his hands to cooperate long enough to get the feathers right.

Looking back down he scowled at the stubborn piece of wood for having the audacity to not simply shape itself the way he envisioned. Chickens, as it turned out, were hard enough to get right in the first place, what with Logan seeing them being plump fluffy things meant to be pet and cuddled. Virgil, on the other hand, saw nothing but mini dinosaurs that had to be smaller just to spite him with their sharp beaks being ankle height. He had seen what the tiny terrors could do with their beaks and talons, beady eyes zeroing in on a target and having little to no regard for what it was, so long as it reacted to being chased and pecked at. But Logan had loved them and still held them in fond regard even if he no longer worked on a farm, so Virgil had wanted to solidify the past life with his tools just as he did all the others. He’dthank his hands for not allowing him to finish it if he wasn’t so sure it would make Logan’s face brighten with the smile Virgil lived and breathed to see.

His chin was taken gently and tilted so that he was looking at his husband, that smile Virgil had fallen for time and time again gracing his lips as he ironically tucked a sprig of forget-me-nots behind his ear. Their house was full of them, dried and paired with lavender and tucked into nearly every feasible space they could. The dusty scent of their favorite flowers mixed with the wide variety of candles strewn about on spare surfaces, a collection of scents they had discovered reminded them of different places and times spent together. A gentle flick at his bottom lip returned him to the present, the smile now a smirk as Logan tapped his nose.

“I cannot fathom why you are attempting to carve a chicken if you despise them enough to nearly combust a replica with a glare.”

“You like chickens and I like you. So you’re getting a chicken.” Virgil rolled his eyes at the teasing, clenching his hands into fists in his lap. “I just need my useless hands to cooperate with me or I would have had it done ages ago. I can never keep up with everything I’ve done in the past.”

Virgil huffed and smiled ruefully up at the other who looked to be considering something. Before he could ask him for his thoughts however he was pulled carefully to his feet, his rough hands held tightly in dry slender fingers. Rubbing his thumbs over the back of them Logan brought one of his hands to his lips to place a gentle kiss to his knuckles, doing the same to the other even as Virgil blushed profusely and was pulled into a soft embrace.

“I love and appreciate your talents and passion, making our memories real to remind us of the happiness we shared in the past.” Logan’s breath tickled his ear as he rested his chin on his shoulder, Virgil burying his face in the crook of his neck to hide his ever deepening blush. “I love your hands as they are, whether you find them useful or not. They’re there for me to hold and kiss and that’s use enough for me.”

“Logan-”

“You’ve made so many things that we’ve loved unconditionally throughout our lives. But it was never about our past or future, it’s just us.” Logan moved away to place his hands on his cheeks instead, steady gaze radiating warmth and comfort. “I love you. I always have and I always will- and I certainly don’t need you carving a quote ‘diet dinosaur’ to know that you feel the same.”

Virgil snorted and leaned forward to rest his forehead on Logan’s, simply taking in the quiet as they stood in each other’s embrace. To love and be loved by someone across multiple lifetimes was something he cherished above everything else, the lines of fate tracing forwards and backwards to weave them together again and again. He realized as he stood there, surrounded by a nostalgic museum meant only for them and lit with the soft glow of the early morning sun warming them further, that there truly was no one else for him. He leaned against soulmate and smiled, thinking through everything that had happened in the past and everything that would happen in the future, he had Logan.

And that was enough.

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risualto · 3 years ago

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Save Your Tears ‘Cause I’ll Come Back

Title: Save Your Tears ‘Cause I’ll Come Back Summary: She recalled the blinding eruption of power scattering against a pure blue shield, thousands of white, dagger-sharp stars glittering around in every direction until the outlines of her allies and friends blurred at the edges. Their images barely held together through the light—silhouetted as if against the blinding sun. Warnings: none except spoilers for the main plot of FFXIV: ARR. Notes: So bards are supposed to tell stories and shit, but between Jehantel and the stories of Louisoix and the og WoLs, I was realizing that Inky's introduction to the stories of Eorzea wasn’t exactly inspiring for someone who’s so bright and sunny as she is. She has Plans to change this, but my realization also occurred to her in the aftermath of ARR’s main plot, so...here’s a story about my girl being introspective for a second. Inky can have a little angst, as a treat. This story also continues the pattern of me naming Inky stories after “1000 Words” from FFX-2.

Something Rihnkiki had learned of herself was that adrenaline crashes always, always struck her not like a wave receding, but like ripping off a bandage. It stung; it was unpleasant; and it had a good chance of revealing something nasty.

So she was ever so slightly on edge when, after making her rounds through her friends, bestowing hugs and bows and cheers as was appropriate and wanted, she started to feel fatigue pull at her body. It had been a day or so since the battle, and she had been expertly healed—by that kind elezen woman during the fight and by the Scions afterward—but Rihnkiki was beginning to understand firsthand her grandfather’s complaints for his bones on the cusp of a storm. There were places where the healed burns and scrapes and bruises itched and hummed uncomfortably. Rihnkiki wished she just hadn’t noticed them, truly.

Or at least that she could indulge in a bath.

A sigh passed her lips as she pulled momentarily away from the crowds. Her smile remained—all the better to fight stress, Inky, said her mother’s voice. If whatever it is can’t stop your smile, it can’t stop you.

Not that smiling was any particular challenge, of course. Yes, mayhap some of Rihnkiki’s injuries buzzed under her skin, but so, too, did the laughter of her friends. Minfilia, Tataru, Papalymo, Yda, Y’shtola, Urianger, Alphinaud, Thancred—all safe and here, with her, finally. So, too, did the joy radiating from Kan-E and Merlwyb and Raubahn and Lady Nanamo.

Yes, Rihnkiki thought, pulling her flute into her lap as she swung her legs absently over the edge of a corrupted crystal outcropping. She had much to smile about on this day of celebration. A new era, new hope, new adventurers, new heroes…

A light flashed behind Rihnkiki’s eyes as an image of Ultima pressed through her thoughts. The spell which Hydaelyn had shielded her from. Her fingers tightened around her flute until the edges of the keys bit into her calluses. She recalled the blinding eruption of power scattering against a pure blue shield, thousands of white, dagger-sharp stars glittering around in every direction until the outlines of her allies and friends blurred at the edges. Their images barely held together through the light—silhouetted as if against the blinding sun.

At the time, it had turned Rihnkiki’s grin fierce as she watched, or heard, really, Gaius’s frustration that they yet stood while control slipped further and further from his slimy fingers. See? she had called. There’s always hope! Always light, and those who will fight for it.

At the time, the thought that they might be heroes gave her hope.

But now, here, Rihnkiki closed her eyes and felt the crystal under her legs sing Eorzea’s scars for all to see, a rainbow of color and magic against the clear sky and the aftermath of so much suffering. She opened her eyes again and gazed across the twisted spires of rock and crystal, out of the barren flats of Carteneau where it lay ever frozen in conflict.

As her hands released her flute, smoothing over it in apology until her fingers relaxed, a melody welled inside her. She couldn’t feel magic in this one yet as she hummed a few bars, but it was unmistakably her soul crystal echoing this place—and her thoughts. When she raised her flute to her lips to give the song proper form, she felt it. There was the pull of her injuries, the weight of her mantle, the bandage-sting in her heart as a nasty truth was uncovered.

For all the tales she’d heard, all the songs she had learned, not a one about heroes had a truly happy ending.

#final fantasy xiv #ff stuff #oc: ffxiv rihnkiki #risuawrites #vague reference in here to #oc: ffxiv aurelle #from #orime-stories #also hey li/speaker anon i haven't forgotten you #i gotchu

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cardest · 4 years ago

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Japan playlist

Are you turning Japanesa? I don’t think so! This, I believe is the ultimate Japan playlist. One of my favorite countries in the world to visit. it truly is a fascinating place in the world. The music from this region is just so. Crazy even! I have been a few times and cannot wait to get back over there again as soon as Crap-19 takes a hike and leaves this planet already. Meanwhile, here is the Japan playlist to keep us happy. Perfect for those of you out there in lock down.

I hope you dig the list of songs I put together. You can even let me know what songs or bands I forgot and let me know! 私はあなたがそれを掘ることを望みます Arrigato! Hit play right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_IcliLasW5eajllU8pA5Gh

JAPAN

001 Fantomas - 4-30-05 002 INXS - I Send A Message 003 LADYBABY - candy 004 Babymetal - DoKiDoKi MORNING 005 MOMOIRO CLOVER Z vs KISS - YUMENO UKIYONI SAITEMINA 006 The Cure - Kyoto Song 007 Kill Bill Vol.1 - Isaac Hayes - Run Fay Run 008 CHAI - GREAT JOB 009 Mutant Monster - Barabara 010 Sigh - Inked in Blood 011 The Vapors - Turning Japanese 012 Fantomas - 4-7-05 013 Ocean Machine - Night 014 Masayuki Sakamoto - Psy'chy 015 Astro Boy - 1980 English Intro Theme 016 Go Misawa - 悪魔人間 (デビルマン) - 不動明 017 Red House Painters - Japanese To English 018 八十八ヶ所巡礼「仏滅トリシュナー 019 Acid Mothers Temple - Floating Flower Shizuku No Youni 020 Ween - Japanese Cowboy 021 Otoboke Beaver - Don't light my fire 022 Gojira's Godzilla Theme Song 023 Cavalera Conspiracy - Bonzai Kamikazee 024 Ultra Bide - DNA vs DNA 025 David Bowie - Crystal Japan 026 A Flock Of Seagulls - Tokyo 027 Sakura - Cherry blossoms 028 BON JOVI - Tokyo Road 029 Aneka - Japanese boy 030 Endon - Boy Meets Girl 031 Junko Ohashi - Dancin' 032 Ike Reiko - Yoake No Scat 033 Shohjo-Tai - Flamingo Island 034 Chthonic - Kaoru 035 Herbie Hancock - Nobu 036 Akiko Yano - Dogs Awaiting 037 Inoyama Land - Glass Chaim 038 Fantomas - 4-14-05 039 Hide - Dice 040 Japan - Talking drum 041 Sabbat - Samurai Zombies 042 Brian Ice - Tokyo 043 W.A.S.P. - Tokyos on fire 044 UHNELLYS - SWITCH 045 Boris - LOVE 046 Kill Bill Vol. 1 - Battle Without Honor or Humanity Tomoyasu Hotei 047 eX-Girl - Pretty You Ugly 048 Gonin Ish - Shagan No Tou 049 Banana Erectors - Fed Up With Highschool Days 050 Strapping Young Lad - Japan 051 Yoshida Brothers - Ibuki 052 Zeni Geva - Total Castration 053 Flower Travellin' Band - Satori, Pt. 1 054 MOMOIRO CLOVER Z - GOUNN - 055 Tom Waits - Big In Japan 056 ABIGAIL - A Witch Named Aspilcuetta 057 Sigh - The Tombfiller 058 Marty Friedman-Dragon's Kiss-Dragon Mistress 059 RIOT - Tokyo Rose 060 Fantomas - 4-13-05 061 Guitar Wolf - High Schooler Action 062 Becoming a Geisha - Memoirs of a Geisha Soundtrack 063 Seven Samurai- Ending Theme 064 Miki Sugimoto - Rei's Ballad (Theme from Zero Woman Red Handcuffs) 065 Yoshida Brothers - Rising from Best Of Yoshida Brothers 066 Ruler - Jeanie Jeanie Jeanie 067 Kill Bill Vol. 1 OST - Twisted Nerve - Bernard Herrmann 068 Fantomas - 4-23-05 069 Shonen Knife - It's a New Find 070 Polish National Radio Symphony OrchestraKrzysztof Penderecki - Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima 071 ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE - Helen Buddha; Miss Condom X 072 Shugo Tokumaru - Decorate 073 PiGu - Bye Bye Honey 074 Hello Kitty Theme Song - Hello Kitty 075 ACUTE - 生き地獄 076 Sabbat - Karmagmassacre 077 Yellow Magic Orchestra - Tong Poo 078 Yojimbo OST - Main Theme 079 Anpan-man (Red beans bread man)theme song 080 Ex-Girl - The Crown of Dr. Keroninstein 081 Kate Bush - [The Whole Story] Breathing 082 Coffins - Hatred Storm 083 The Books - Tokyo 084 Fantomas - 4-19-05 085 男の一生／松方弘樹 086 Azuma Kabuki Musicians - Dojoji 087 Saxon - Walking Through Tokyo 088 Kill Bill, Vol. 1 Original Soundtrack - The Flower of Carnage - Meiko Kaji 089 Les Rallizes Denudes - Now is forever 090 G.I.S.M. - Nih Nightmare 091 Mono - Silent Flight, Sleeping Dawn 092 Deftones - Romantic Dreams 093 Strapping Young Lad - Zen 094 Dead Can Dance - Kiko 095 Kinoco Hotel - キノコホテル「キノコノトリコ」 096 Esashi Oiwake - Ensemble Nipponia 097 Naitemo idayoi - bcmomoiro clover 098 Bryan Ferry - Tokyo Joe 099 Suzuki Junzo - Crying Out Double Suicide Blues 100 Iron Maiden - Sun and Steel 101 Kikagaku Moyo - Dripping Sun 102 Fantomas - 4-3-05 103 BARBATOS - Tokyo Rock'N Roll Show 104 BABYMETAL - MEGITSUNE 105 Eternal Elysium - Shadowed Flower 106 The Erections - stupid punk 107 The Seatbelts - Cowboy Bebop (Original Soundtrack 1) 108 Rush - Manhattan Project 109 Today Is the Day - Samurai 110 Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood OST - main theme 111 Japanese War Music - Samurai Battle March 112 Steel Panther - Asian Hooker 113 The Mount Fuji Doomjazz Corporation - A Place For Fantasies 114 Guitar Wolf - FIGHTING ROCK 115 HEAVY METAL ARMY - That's Hammurabia 116 Michale Graves - Godzilla 117 Noriko Miyamoto - My Life 118 Loudness - Ashes in the Sky 119 Mary's Blood- Save the queen 120 Mellvins - One Fine Day 121 High On Fire - Bastard Samurai 122 Shakuhachi - The Japanese Flute 123 Luna Sea - IN SILENCE 124 Tatsuro Yamashita - Sparkle 125 PIG DESTROYER - Kamikaze Heart 126 Tomoko Kawada - Akanegumo 127 Sodom - Kamikaze Terrorizer 128 Carlos Toshiki and Omega Tribe - Sky Surfer 129 TOKKAEBI - cheon mun 130 Pere Ubu - 30 Seconds Over Tokyo 131 Wanda Jackson - Fujiyama Mama 132 Witch Cross - Night Flight To Tokyo 133 F.O.E. - Total Eclipse 134 Coffins - The Frozen Styx 135 Sword of Doom (1966) - Main Theme OST 136 Sigh - The Transfiguration Fear 137 Yondemasu Yo, Azazel san - Opening song 138 Thundercat - Tokyo 139 GHOST IN THE SHELL O.S.T.2 - i can't be cool 140 Japandroids - No Allegiance to the Queen 141 YAMANTAKA - SONIC TITAN - Hoshi Neko 142 Doraemon 2005 Opening - Sha La La 143 Akira Soundtrack - Kaneda's Theme 144 Anatomia - Morbid Hallucination 145 Traditional Japanese music - Honno-ji 146 Kodo - Lion 147 Tomita Planets - Mercury, The Winged Messenger 148 Yuji Ohno - Lupin The Third Theme '78 149 Ninja Scroll TV Series Soundtrack - Jubei's Theme 150 OKAWARI_BOY show me your space 151 Boris - The Woman on the Screen 152 Sepultura - Kamaitachi 153 X Japan - X 154 L'Acephale - Hitori Bon Odori 155 Zilch (hide) - Inside the Pervert Mound 156 Fantomas - 4-12-05 157 Kodo - Akatsuki 158 Sigh - Hunters not horned 159 Pucca Theme song 160 Tujiko Noriko - Solo - Magic 161 MYSTERY KINDAICHI BAND - THEME OF KOSUKE KINDAICHI 162 Akiko Yano - クマ 163 Sooo Baad Revue - バッド・レビュ 164 Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says (instrumental) 165 Imaginary Flying Machines - Sanpo (My Neighbor Totoro) (feat. Living Corpse & Yoko Hallelujah) 166 Mutant Monster - kamisama o negai - pv with romaji lyrics 167 Mount Fuji - Neun 168 Kumi Sasaki - Tanchame Bushi 169 Yakuza - Yama 170 Chai - Choose go! 171 Goto Mariko – Drone 172 Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla 173 Kinoco hotel – F No Junkai 174 ASS BABOONS OF VENUS - Jet Unchi 175 James Bond you only live twice OST - Aki, Tiger and Osato 176 PJ Harvey - Kamikaze 177 BABYMETAL - Awadama Fever 178 Alcatrazz - Hiroshima Mon Amour 179 Tokyo Blade - Warrior of the Rising Sun 180 TIK & TOK - TOKYO GIRLS 181 Queen - Hammer To Fall 182 Nana Kitade - Kibou No Kakera 183 Gallhammer - Blind my eyes 184 Yellow Magic Orchestra - Kai-Koh 185 Chikyuu Kyoumei Resonance of the Earth 186 Hoodoo Gurus - Tojo 187 John Waite - Euroshima 188 Tommy Snyder / Yuji Ohno) - ザ・マリン・エクスプレス (The Marine Express) 189 Boris - Riot Sugar 190 Yellow Machinegun - Again 191 Kill Bill, Vol. 1 Original Soundtrack - The Lonely Shepherd 192 Church of Misery - Chilly Grave 193 Jimmy Takeuchi - Yasuki bushi (Shimane) 194 Yuji Ohno "Andromeda no kanata ni" - (OST - Captain Future) 195 Bo Ningen - Henkan 196 Blood Stain Child - Electricity 197 Crime - Yakuza 198 Tatsuya Yoshida & Satoko Fujii - Feirsttix 199 Ike Reiko - Kokotsu No Sekai 200 Fantomas - 4-9-05 201 David Bowie - It's no game 202 Manon - xxFANCYPOOLxx 203 Sparks - Here In Heaven 204 MAD SPYAIR - samurai heart Gintama 205 Terror Squad - Nightmare Rider 206 Fantomas - 4-6-05 207 Mutant Monster - Hanabi 208 Jimmy Takeuchi - Akita obako 209 NAKED CITY - OSAKA BONDAGE 210 Death Panda theme 211 Crossfaith - Monolith 212 OMD - Enola Gay 213 Dir en Grey - Obscure 214 LADYBABY Age-Age Money 215 Fantomas - 4-17-05 216 S.O.B. - Deceiver (Napalm Death cover) 217 Jimmy Takeuchi - Time Of The Season 218 Dark Mirror Ov Tragedy - Thy Sarcophagus & Unwritten Symphony 219 Laurie Anderson - Kokoku 220 THOMPSON TWINS - TOKIO 221 Electric Eel Shock - Killer killer 222 Kodo - Nanafushi 223 Ningen Isu - Heartless Scat 224 Amachi Shigeru – Showa Blues 225 BlackLab - Insanity 226 TENGGER - achime 227 Riot - Narita 228 Martin Denny - Japanese Farewell Song (Sayonara) 229 LADYBABY - Renge Chance 230 Tokyo Electron - She Keeps Me Shut 231 Kan Mikami - Anata Mo Star Ni Nareru 232 Kraftwerk - Radioactivity 233 CHAI - N.E.O. 234 Fantomas - 4-27-05 235 Gacharic Spin - Next Stage 236 Loudness - Crazy Nights 237 David Bowie - Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence 238 The Presidents of the USA - Japan 239 Fantomas - 4-4-05 240 Kyary Pamyu P - Fashion Monster 241 Wagakki Band - Senbonzakura 242 Deep Purple - Woman From Tokyo 243 Krokus - Tokyo Nights 244 Kyoto - Venetian Blinds 245 Happy End - Natsu nandesu 246 Motohiko Hamase - Plateau 247 Boris - Tokyo Wonder Land 248 Asia - Countdown to Zero 249 Hiiragi Fukuda - Me And My Marshall Amp 250 Marty Friedman - Ai Takkatta 251 Kodo - O-Daiko (japanese drummers - Taiko - tambours geants Japon) 252 Sonic Youth - Tokyo Eye 253 Otoboke Beaver - Anata Watashi Daita Ato Yome No Meshi 254 Y&T - Midnight in Tokyo 255 Metalucifer - Heavy Metal Samurai 256 Urami Bushi - Meiko Kaji 257 Alphaville - Big in Japan 258 M.O.D. - Godzula 259 Akiko Yano - Hitotsudake 260 Japan - Life in Tokyo (Giorgio Moroder Version) 261 Boris with Merzbow - Sometimes 262 Dragonforce - Power Of The Ninja Sword 263 Fantomas - 4-10-05 264 The Guyver Dark hero Theme song 265 Minami Deutsch / 南ドイツ - Futsu Ni Ikirenai 266 Yukihiro Takahashi - Drip Dry Eyes 267 ZooBOMBS - Doo Bee 268 SIGH - Shingontachikawa 269 Burt Bacharach - Me Japanese Boy I Love You 270 Kay Cee Jones - Japanese Farewell Song 271 Dhidalah - GRB 272 Kikagaku Moyo - tree smoke 273 The Fall - I Am Damo Suzuki 274 Ryuichi Sakamoto - Thousand Knives 275 Yasuaki Shimizu - kakshi 333 Godiego - The Birth of the Odyssey (Monkey Magic) 666 BABYMETAL -Headbanger

Here are the songs to listen to: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_IcliLasW5eajllU8pA5Gh

#japan #Japanese Rock #japan playlist #japanese metal #Sigh #mike patton #ryuichi sakamoto #music from Japan #loudness #otoboke beaver #chai #metalucifer #Japanese movie soundtracks #ninja #babymetal #lady baby

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words-writ-in-starlight · 4 years ago

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Untamed TAZ Balance AU? Don't have to write anything, just consider that (is Wen Ning Lucretia in this or is he too nice for that)

NHS IS LUCRETIA, NHS IS ABSOLUTELY LUCRETIA, I HAVE THOUGHTS, my girlfriend yelled at me for these thoughts. Hell this got long, I’ve literally been saving it in my drafts until Tumblr fixed the Read More issue.

WWX is Taako, JC is Magnus, WQ is Merle, JYL is in the umbrella (became a lich to keep her brother from doing it), WN is the Red Robe (became a lich because he thought it seemed reasonable), NHS is Lucretia, XXC is Davenport, LWJ and LXC are mutually Kravitz (LXC sets his bro up with the death criminal wizard), Wen Zhuliu is John Vore, LSZ is Angus but also a baby Reaper

ONE

So Wei Wuxian isn’t really a wizard, is the thing. Like, he does the wizard magic, and apparently he has strong Wizard Vibes because wherever he travels, people ask him if he can solve their magical bullshit problems, but he’s, like, barely a wizard. He’s an inventor, technically, except that a few years back some stuff went explosively awry while he worked with this traveling show and–yeah. So he’s working as a wizard because, hey, he can cast Magic Missile and he needs to eat and he’s an Evocation specialist, anyway, so it’s not like he’s out here making food from rocks. He’s hired on with a couple other random jackasses, a fighter who took a dislike to Wei Wuxian right off the bat and a cleric with a bad temper and an itchy Sacred Flame finger, and they’re doing a job for some dwarf, or whatever. The dwarf has a guy hired on as muscle, but he doesn’t look like much, all wide eyes and baby face. He calls himself Qionglin, no last name, and stares at Wen Qing like he’s never seen a cleric before, and Jiang Cheng spends the entire trip to Phandolin messing with his whip, which is the stupidest weapon Wei Wuxian has ever seen.

Well, then everything immediately goes horribly wrong, though, and turns out that Jiang Cheng is pretty okay with that whip. Qionglin (Wei Wuxian spoke to the man all of one time, but he was sweet, if a little awkward) gets himself kidnapped by a bunch of goblins, and their employer is gods-know-where with whatever a Black Spider is, and suddenly this very boring escort mission is a very not boring rescue mission.

There’s a skeleton in the cave. Wei Wuxian takes an umbrella from it, and it crumbles into dust beneath its red robe. There’s a very annoyed man with a sword who calls himself Song Lan and speaks in static, and he’s somehow not the weirdest part of this whole day.

Phandolin doesn’t survive its brush with the Zidian Gauntlet, and neither does Qionglin. Wen Qing screams when he dies, and Wei Wuxian grabs her under the arms with Jiang Cheng and books it for the empty well in Song Lan’s wake, and they just hide.

And then they go to the goddamn moon, apparently.

TWO

The goddamn moon is run by an older man with hair still a glossy black, toying with a beautifully painted white fan in his hand. He calls himself the Director and–after some testing–hires them more or less on the spot. Something flickers over his face when Wen Qing, bemused by her own upset, makes an offhand mention of a man named Qionglin who died when the Gauntlet brought down so much lightning that it turned Phandolin into black glass. But it’s not Wei Wuxian’s problem, so he doesn’t worry himself over it too much. He takes the payment offered to him by the Director’s aide, a blindfolded, stunningly handsome man in Bureau blue and white who rests his hand on his own chest and says “Xiao Xingchen” and not another word.

The Bureau is–weird. They’ve got a giant jellyfish and a store run by–something Wei Wuxian Does Not Trust and a dorm. Wei Wuxian laughs and kicks Jiang Cheng cheerfully in the ankle and says “Just like college, huh?” and Jiang Cheng gives him a dark look and snaps “I never went to college.”

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian says, blinking. “Me neither.”

Whatever. They go on a train adventure and there’s a kid, a kid who blinks and stares at Wei Wuxian like he’s seen a goddamn ghost and immediately walks up to introduce himself as Lan Sizhui, boy detective.

Wei Wuxian fucking loves this kid. He’s not sure why this wide-eyed fifteen-year-old latched onto him so hard, but he’s smart, funny, loyal, and extremely easy to pick on. 13/10 child rating, in Wei Wuxian’s book.

(Sizhui, for his part, more or less kicks down the door to his father’s offices in the Astral Plane the second the Reclaimers are gone and shouts “I HAVE A LEAD ON WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WORLD.”)

(His father, Lan Wangji, the Grim Reaper, is very interested to hear all about it–especially when his son casually name-drops three of the biggest bounties that the Raven King, his adoptive elder brother, has ever sent him after, with the exception of that absolutely insufferably sweet-tempered lich Wen Ning.)

THREE

So…the Crystal Kingdom.

Is it Wei Wuxian’s finest hour, shouting obscure tentacle-related threats at the second crystal construct they’ve seen in the past twenty minutes? No, probably not. But it’s been a stressful day, they’re already down one Regulator and Song Lan is fuck-knows-where with Mianmian and, again, this is the second menacing crystal construct they’ve seen in twenty minutes. Or maybe it’s the same one?

Whatever, doesn’t matter. They’re here to hunt down Meng Yao, a scientist who’s been dicking around with some seriously ill-advised necromancy and also the Philosopher’s Stone, and a crystal construct or two isn’t going to stop them.

Wei Wuxian actually physically cannot help himself, though, when the Reapers appear in the mirror, a matched set of beautiful men, and he grins broadly at the one glaring at him most viciously. They get let go on a technicality, along with a conduit still containing Meng Shi’s memory of a vision beyond the cosmos, and Meng Yao leaves with his life and not much more.

Later, Lan Wangji is absolutely betrayed by the realization that his brother willfully set him up to be the primary go-between for the completely breathtaking deeply irritating wizard-by-way-of-death-criminal. And that’s before the whole lich revelation. (He does get a kiss, though, after he watches his brother pulled under by the Hunger. That’s nice. He hopes Wei Wuxian will mitigate the death crimes now that they’re dating.)

FOUR

The seven Relics are as follows:

The Zidian Gauntlet, which can generate a lightning blast so powerful that it can obliterate an entire city. (Jiang Cheng–he watched the others try to lay in protections, try to make their Relics harmless, and he knew it wouldn’t work. All the Gauntlet does is damage. It can melt a city down to black glass, but it can’t be twisted, it can’t be made into any more of a nightmare than it already is. He’s a fighter. He knows all about damage, knew all about what he was making. That doesn’t mean it didn’t kill him by inches to watch it leave a path of destruction–so much that his beloved jiejie tried to seal it away.)

The Oculus, which can make any construct real. (Xiao Xingchen–Nie Huaisang didn’t take everything. He doesn’t remember the mission, or his own past. Something strange got confused in the process, and he lost most of his speech. But he remembers how to fight, handles his sword as cleanly and effectively as ever, and he remembers that he doesn’t think much of Nie Huaisang’s combat skills. Or maybe it’s just really obvious that Nie Huaisang isn’t much of a fighter. Regardless, Xiao Xingchen insisted on accompanying him, before–before. Then they went into the Felicity Wilds, and…Xue Yang is honestly delighted. He’s never managed to ruin someone so badly on the way into Wonderland before. It’s just a shame that Nie Huaisang sent Xiao Xingchen away before they reached the doors.)

The Healer’s Sash, which can manipulate natural forces like the wind, the tides, and tectonic plates just as easily as it can manipulate a heartbeat or a pair of lungs. (Wen Qing–she prays to Pelor, the Dawnfather, the healer and Lord of Light, but she’s long since lost her faith in him as anything but a contracted boss. It’s a shock to everyone including her when she’s granted a right arm made of glass and magic after losing it. She was so determined to make a Relic that could be used for good, but–well. She supposes she should have known better.)

The Philosopher’s Stone, which can more or less transform anything into anything. (Jiang Yanli–she’s a Transmutation wizard, she’s been feeding the crew of the Starblaster for a hundred years on whatever she can pull together. If the right person found the Stone, it would have ended world hunger. The wrong person found the stone. Jiang Yanli tried her damnedest to hunt it down, but she found the Gauntlet first, and, well–she already became a lich to stop one younger brother from doing it. It’s not a struggle to decide that she’s going to take responsibility for saving Jiang Cheng from his own guilt. Then things go horribly wrong, and she spends the next twelve years in an umbrella.)

The Temporal Chalice, which offers complete control over time. (Wen Ning–he was a strict scholar until his sister was contacted about the IPRE’s creation, but he always did want to travel, and his theories about bonds were too good for Xiao Xingchen to pass up having on his crew. Everything he’s done since they lost their home system has been about trying not to leave his family, about trying for second chances, he became a lich for them, he’s done everything to stay with them, of course his Relic is a second chance generator.)

The Animus Flute, which offers control over the spirits of the dead and, in the hands of a sufficiently competent expert, the living. (Wei Wuxian–he’s watched his brother, his sister, his friends, die so many times. He’s terrified of immortality, but he’s most terrified of being alone. He meant to make something that could keep the dead present, so that they would never have to fear being left behind again. Watching it rip Jiang Cheng’s soul clean out of his body in Xue Yang’s hands is the worst thing Wei Wuxian can remember, even after everything is over.)

The Bulwark, which Nie Huaisang never did explain to anyone, but took the shape of a hand-painted fan. (Nie Huaisang lost the only person who mattered to him when the Hunger ate their home, and then as he slowly, painstakingly, rebuilt something like a family, he had to watch them suffer and die for a hundred years. And then he watched them win, and grieve like dying all over again for the winning. He’s sorry they suffered for his actions. He’s not sorry for what he did.)

FIVE

Wen Zhuliu didn’t mean to make his whole plane give up. But he had spent his whole life being used, and it all just seemed so pointless. It all just seemed so pointless. There was always someone stronger, always something bigger, always a rule he couldn’t break, always something, and he started talking, started telling people as much, and--

Wen Qing is about the farthest thing in the fucking world from a peacemaker by nature, if you ask her, but she’s a healer first, last, and most of all. And, she thinks as she watches the sun sink with a very tired man crumbling away at her side, she might be the only person in the worlds who ever noticed that Wen Zhuliu needed a healer.

(They aren’t from the same plane, but--some of the others have found distant family, on their new home. It’s an unanswerable question, if they might have been family, a few dimensions removed. Wen Ning still thinks about it.)

#the untamed #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #taz balance #taz au #starlight writes stuff #*sprints into the room with this au multiple months late and completely out of breath* H E R E #this has been languishing in my drafts for. mm. ever.#i don't even remotely remember enough of my original thoughts about it to provide a lot of tags #but i do have a case for why wzl is john vore (and it's NOT just that i think he's interesting)#i could've made jgy the hunger BUT the plot of taz requires some...reconciliatory ending structure?#and honestly nhs still being something of a puppet master means that i couldn't justify that with jgy #i needed a villain less close to nhs' heart. so i thought about xue yang but i like him as the wonderland lich TOO MUCH.#so instead i thought about who i should make the parlay person--first instincts were jyl and wn because they're Nice #but then i decided that i didn't actually need Nice nearly so much as i needed Invested #and by god can wen qing Invest #so okay--if she was going to do the parlay then i didn't need someone who could be talked around i needed someone who needed a healer #so: wen zhuliu #i don't have to justify myself to you fools #also jgy is always everyone's biggest bad so he can let someone else have a turn #jyl develops a crush on a completely socially awkward rogue from inside an umbrella by the way!#pour one out for jzx because he is NOT equipped for an ethereal woman of violet fire to blush at him #a queue we will keep and our honor someday avenge #thishazeleyeddemon #asked and answered

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anjanettexcordonia · 4 years ago

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Lady Liberty

*Trigger Warnings* -NSFW, Fluff Pairing: Riley x OC, Liam x MC, Liam x Riley Word Count:3,348 Excuse any grammatical errors or misspellings. My first attempt at fluff. Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry & some dialogue.

Thank you to @texaskitten30 for pre-reading & helping me get through my writers block at the end!

Summary: Riley turns Liam down for drinks after their initial meeting at her bar. They have a serendipitous meeting later that night. Will Liam find is way to Riley’s heart?

Song Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMEOOgotuEs Love You Like The Movies- Anthem Lights

“Sorry I’m late. Thank you for your patience, Miss?”

“Uh, Riley”

“Charmed to make your acquaintance, Riley.”

“The pleasure is all mine. It’s nice to meet you. Now let me put your order in. Be right back!”

Later that evening, a little after the bar has closed, you’re finishing up when someone taps you on the shoulder…

“I think we are about ready to head out. I just wanted to thank you… and apologize. I know we kept you late, and my friends can be demanding.”

“Demanding? Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“I got the feeling that you could take care of yourself. If you don’t have any other plans tonight, maybe I can make it up to you by buying you a drink. We’re about to go to a club.”

“Oh? Which one?”

“We were hoping you might have some advice about that. We’re not from around here.”

“I recommend going to the hottest club in town Kismet.”

“I would love to show you guys around but I’ve already made plans tonight. ” Riley replies. Liam looks down at his hands. “It was very nice to meet you Riley. I hope you have a wonderful night.”

After her shift is over, she quickly changes into her short emerald dress and walks out of the bar with her bag and phone in hand. Riley couldn’t wait to see Ezra, they had been dating for two years. And this was the night! Her life was about to change, she could feel it.

Ping. Riley pulls her phone out to check the text message she received.

Ezra: I’m sorry.

Riley: What’s wrong? What happened Ez?

Riley waited for a response. Nothing. She pressed the call button. The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and try your call again. End.

Riley stood up and raced to hail a cab to her apartment. Riley burst through the door moments later. It’s dark and silent. “Ezra? Ezra where are you? EZRA?” She screams his name while she checks every room in the apartment.

When she gets to the master bedroom, an envelope propped up against the pillows catches her eye.

Riley.

She tears the envelope open and pulls out the handwritten letter.

“Riley,

I’m sorry for what I’m about to tell you. I received a job offer in California. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to uproot your life in New York. I’ve always loved and always will. I know you were expecting a proposal and for that I’m truly sorry. I hope you find the person that deserves your whole heart. I’ll always carry a piece of you with me.

I’ll always love you,

Ezra”

Riley sits on her bed, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. Riley crumbled the letter in her hand while she seethed with anger. She shot up off the bed and ran to his dresser drawer. She threw open the drawers with a force that pulled the drawer completely off its track and threw the drawer across the room. The drawer hit the wall and splintered into pieces.

How could he do this? I would have gone with him. She wondered to herself. She was confused, hurt and angry. She had to get out of her apartment, their apartment. Riley grabbed her keys and marched out the door. She had no idea where she was going.

An hour had gone by of Riley wandering around the busy streets of the city that never sleeps. She found herself in Battery Park. Exactly where she was supposed to meet Ezra. Where he was supposed to propose. She sat on an empty bench and stared at the beautiful symbol of freedom in front of her. The Statue of Liberty.

“Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free” Riley whispered and the tears started. She put her head in her hands and let the tears flow, the more they flowed the harder she sobbed.

“Are you okay, miss?”

Riley snapped her head up at the smooth baritone voice. “Uh.. yeah sorry.. I..uh..” she wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Riley right? From the bar earlier tonight? It’s me, Liam, you were my waitress”

“Oh yea, did you and your friends ever make it to Kismet?”

“We did. Not my scene.” Liam shrugged. “Is everything alright Riley? I didn’t mean to disturb you but didn’t seem okay.” Fuck. Riley thought. “Yeah just a shitty night. What brings you to this view?” She asks, attempting to change the subject. Who is this stranger? And why does he care why someone is crying on a damn bench. “The statue was the one place I wanted to visit before we leave tomorrow but my friends weren’t interested.” Liam shrugged. “This is where I was supposed to be tonight but things didn’t go as planned for me either. What do you say we go see her together?” Riley smiled. Oh fuck. What are you doing Riley? Ezra just left a few hours ago. There’s something about this stranger though. Riley pulls out her phone and makes a few phone calls to arrange a boat. Twice in one night. Not a coincidence Li. Fuck she’s gorgeous. I need to know why she was crying. Who did that to her? There’s something about her and I have to find out what it is. The boat reaches the dock and they board. “Wow this is nice” Liam was surprised by the elegance of the boat and the fully stocked bar in front of them. “I have connections,” Riley said, grabbing two champagne flutes and a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon. Liam took the bottle from her, popped the cork and filled both of their glasses. By the time they reached the statue they were on their second bottle of Dom. They were enjoying laughing together and forgetting all their troubles. They found solace in the company of strangers. But they weren’t strangers. Their souls knew each other. Maybe in another life. Riley thought.

Lady Liberty drifted into view. “Wow,” Liam said in awe. “She’s gorgeous.”

“That she is.” Riley said while she downed her glass of champagne. “I need something stronger. What do you say to some..umm..” she scans the bar “Johnnie Walker? Rocks?”

“Neat please and yes thank you.” Liam said. He continued to stare up at the symbol. “Riley, what’s your dream?”

“Dream? I don’t understand.”

“We’re complete strangers in the city of dreams under the largest symbol of freedom in the world. You can’t be standing here without a dream. So tell me what’s your dream?” Liam turned to look at Riley. Riley could feel his crystal blue eyes seering into her like he was seeing her deepest darkest corners of herself.

“My dream.. “We are asleep until we fall in love”. True love. A love I don’t think really exists.” Riley’s eyes were huge. She didn’t mean to say that. Way to go Riley! You idiot. Liam cupped her face in his hands and leaned towards her. So close she felt his breath against her lips. She couldn’t resist. She knew she should stop but she didn’t want to. She melted into his touch on her cheeks. “He stepped down, trying not to look too long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. ” Liam whispered before he pulled her into a passionate kiss. An instant electricity flowed through his veins. Riley pulled away from the kiss reluctantly. “Tolstoy” she smiled. “I should tell the captain to take us back.”

“Oh uh yea” Liam slid his fingers through his hair.

“We can’t use the cabin on this boat. We can go back to my place or your hotel.” Riley winked as she pressed an intercom button and informed the captain to take them back to shore.

They decided to go back to Riley’s place. Liam didn’t want Drake, Maxwell or Tariq to disturb them. And he wanted to learn more about her. Hopefully he remembered in the morning.

They made it hand in hand to Riley’s building. They rode the elevator to the penthouse and walked through the door. Riley lived in a spacious three bedroom modern penthouse. It had large windows all around overlooking the Hudson River and 10 foot ceilings. Riley must be well off Liam thought. Good to know. How does a waitress afford a place like this?

“This view is unparalleled Riley!” “Thanks” Riley kicks her shoes off and flops down on her Restoration Hardware Cloud Sofa. Liam turns around and sees her lying comfortably on the couch. “We have the same couch. Restoration Hardware? “Yep,” Riley laughed, “best twelves g’s I ever spent.” Liam laughed. He sat down and pulled her ankles in his lap.

Liam glided his fingertips across her silky calves. Fuck it Riley thought. She sat up and pulled herself into his lap and kissed him so deep Liam felt dizzy. “Riley” he moaned into her lips “I don’t know what’s happening right now but I need to feel you. Every inch of you.” “Touch me Liam” he ripped her dress right down the middle. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” They tore the rest of each other’s clothes off until they were completely bare. Liam kissed her neck to her collar bone. Riley let out a soft moan in his ear. Her nails digging into his muscular back. Liam picked her naked body up by the backs of her thighs and pushed her back into a large window. “I want the world to know I’ve been here, Riley, inside of you. You’re a masterpiece. His fingers went to her dripping core. “Mmm baby, so wet for me?” He slammed his fingers inside her and rubbed his thumb around her clit until he brought her to the brink of an orgasm. As soon as he felt her walls flutter she plunged himself inside of her. “Oh my God” Riley screamed as she came undone at his first thrust into her. “You’re so tight Riley. I could stay like this forever.” Riley pointed to her bedroom and told Liam to take them to her bed. Without ever pulling himself out of her, he walked them to her bed and laid them both down. He thrusted slowly reveling in the feel of her. “I’ve never felt anything like this, baby” Liam said as he bucked his hips into her. Her lips crashed into hers as they bucked their hips in rhythm together until they both met their release. “Liam… will you… will you.. hold me?” “I’ll never let go,” Riley smirked at his Titanic reference.

Liam laid back on the pillows with his arms wrapped tightly around Riley holding her against his chest. Liam pointed to the debris on the floor, “What happened over there? “Oh...I threw it against the wall. It’s a long story.” Riley got out of bed and grabbed her silk robe off the chair next to the bed. She tied the sash and walked out onto the balcony. She gripped the railing and took a deep breath. She had sobered up from their time at the Statue of Liberty. Liam walked out with the sheet wrapped around his waist. His arms snaking around her waist. He leaned his chin on her shoulder.

“Liam…” Riley turned around looking into his blue eyes. “I’ve never felt like this. How I feel right now with you… I know Ezra just left. And I know how I should feel but I.. when we.. touch it’s like..

Liam leaned in and kissed her. His hands going under her thighs to lift her, not breaking the kiss at all. Riley pulled back. Her arms went around his neck. “Tonight I thought Ezra was going to propose. Instead I came home to a letter saying he left the country and wanted to move on. So two years wasted. That was tonight.” Liam kissed her and walked to the bed laying on top of her. “I’ll hold your hand while the ship goes down” Liam whispers in her ear. They got lost in each other again and she forgot about Ezra and he forgot about his future.

They spent the entire night talking and getting lost in each other. He told her about his brother and the social season. About the pressure from his father now that he was the crown prince. She told him about the death of her parents and her aunt that raised her. She told him her parents had left her multiple trusts and real estate throughout the world. Liam felt a void he never knew existed being filled by her presence.

Liam woke up forgetting where he was. He looked over and realized he was still in Riley’s penthouse. She was sound asleep with her head on his chest.

“Riley..” Liam whispered. “Wake up beautiful” Riley stretched out and smacked Liam right in the face. She sat up stunned. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Liam laughed. “Want to have breakfast with me before I have to leave?” Liam said.

“Sure.” She replied.

A short while later they walked into Liam’s suite at the hotel. Riley let out a whistle. “We should have stayed here last night” she laughed. Liam smirked. “Being a prince has its perks. This is one of them.” Liam called down for room service and ordered a whole spread of belgian waffles, cinnamon rolls, bacon, fruit.. He ordered EVERYTHING. “So Riley tell me more about you.” “Like what?” “Everything start from the beginning.” “It’s not that interesting Liam.” “Room service”, the attendant yelled from outside the suite door. Liam opened the door and pulled the cart in. He tipped the attendant, “let’s eat and you can tell me everything about you.”

“I was born and raised in Connecticut. My parents and my brother still live there. We’re close. My parents are both attorneys and my brother followed in their footsteps.” Riley said while chewing her waffle. Liam listened intently absorbing her every word like it was his last meal. “I went to law school at NYU but ended up with a Bachelor’s in English with emphasis in creative writing. Hence working at the bar.” She laughed. “And Ezra?” Liam asked sipping his orange juice. “I might need to add some champagne to that orange juice for this.. Better yet Vodka.” She rolled her eyes. “We met in my language and logistics class. We dated for a couple years. Nothing out of the ordinary I guess. He was supposed to propose but left for a new job. Whatever. Wasn’t meant to be.” She took a big swig of her mimosa. “Did you love him?” Liam asked. Riley just stared at him. “No one has ever asked me that before.” She pondered the answer to his question. “Before yesterday I would have said yes. But now since I’ve met you… It wasn’t love. It became robotic. Honestly I’m glad he left, because I wouldn’t have been the one to call it quits. I hope the best for him wherever he is.” She shrugged. “I wish I had done everything on Earth with you” she wanted to say.

“What about you?” She asked him. “What about me, what do you want to know?” “Everything, start from the beginning.”

“Well I was born in Cordonia obviously. My Dad is King. My mom died when I was young. My step-mom Regina is kind but ya know.. She’s not my mom. My brother Leo abdicated. He found some girl and they’re traveling the world together. I’m glad he’s happy.” “Relationships?” She sat back in her chair, full from her breakfast. “I’ve never really had an actual serious relationship. I mean don’t get me wrong, there have been women, but no one that I wanted to have breakfast with the next morning.” He winked. “Because I’m going to be King I have to have a social season to pick who will be the next queen. It’s an old and stupid tradition. But Cordonia is nothing without her traditions.”

“Social season, what's that?”

“Basically it’s just going through the motions and pleasing the nobles and the citizens of the country. And then at the end, I'm expected to choose the woman best fitting to run the country.” He replied.

She could tell he didn't want to talk about this very much. “What about you?” She asked. “No one really cares about me as a person, only as the future king. I am expected to just enter into a Cordonian marriage agreement. Which is basically, a mistress. It’s a shitty concept.” Riley didn't seem fazed at all by his admission. He raised his eyebrows quizzically. “You don’t seem to care..”

“Not really, Liam, that came out wrong. I do care about you. Not about where you come from.”

Care about me? Where did this beautiful woman come from?

He stood from his sweet and pulled her into a deep kiss. “Liam.. I.. what is this?”

“Swoon, I’ll catch you.” He said against her lips. “Come home with me.”

“To Cordonia?” “What about your social season?”

“You can join, my friend Max will sponsor you.” “But.. another country? My family..”

“Riley.. I think I’d miss you even if we never met. Please come. My soul needs you.”

What do you have to lose Riley? A whirlwind one night stand with a Cordonian Prince. I’ve never even heard of Cordonia. She made a mental note to Google it. Mom and Dad will be livid. They might cut off my trust fund. Fuck it. He might be worth it. The way he kisses me makes me feel like he is the only thing worth it.

“Okay Liam, I’ll come.” “Riley.. One night with you changed my life. They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true.” He whispered wrapping his arms tightly around her. “It’s the romantic quotes, isn’t it?” He laughed kissing her neck. “I want to formally introduce you to my friends, you remember them don’t you?” “Yea, I remember them. I wonder how they will react. One question though.. Love of your life?”

“You want the moon Riley? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. You changed my life. I can’t leave without you. I’ve been searching all my life for you and never even knew it.”

'Cause suddenly, it hits me

As I watch you make believe

I want to make this your reality

And if you'll be my leading lady

Even though I may look crazy

I'll grab your hand, ask you to dance

In the middle of the street

Learn to sign, cheesy lines

Like "Baby, you complete me"And in case you forget

Where we've been and what we did

I'll write it all down, read it out loud

Again and again

“Come on, let’s go meet Drake, Max and Tariq. We have to introduce my future queen.”

“I promise if you’ll let me, I’ll love you like the movies,” Riley said. “I’m the King of the world.” Liam replied.

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