#marks in the sand {ooc}

[voyage-inferno]

If I was less busy tomorrow,, could have had evil Bennett on the blog

[I mean, if y'all don't mind a low activity optional villain arc for April-]

[vilhelios]

— SWIM WITH ME / I THINK I CAN SEE THE BEACH;

( i need you here with me / but we're out in the open. ) ; romantic headcanons for abysswalker!rafayel ♡ more under the cut!

CW: spoilers for rafayel's "sea of golden sand" myth + general abysswalker rafayel lore ; fluff ; angst ; hurt/comfort ; mentions of blood, injury, and self-harm (rafayel plucks off his scales) : might feel a little ooc because it is abysswalker and not main story rafayel ; quite the word dump (bc i rattle my cage for him)

— as the morning light of the desert creeps into the dim of a tent, two bodies lay tangled in the warmth of each other. RAFAYEL sleeps light and wakes early—hours before the sun peeks over the golden dunes—and although the habit irks him, it does offer him a wonderful sight as compensation: the sight of you, bathed in the soft, rose-gold light of morning, hair a mess, marks littering your skin from where the sheets pressed up against you.

overcome with a love that warms him like molten gold, the young god cannot help but litter your face in butterfly kisses. two to the apples of your cheeks, one on the tip of your nose, the corners of your lips, the middle of your temple. when you shift in your sleep, groan at his ministrations, rafayel can only chuckle, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. he thinks he can hear amund yell for his presence. he couldn't care less.

— RAFAYEL sees himself as the sword at the hilt of your belt, the dagger in your hands that you should use as you see fit, the steady hand guiding your own, drawing your bowstring. he is your ever faithful shadow, always at your side, a watchful gaze always on you. it is only natural for one to protect the keeper of their heart... which is why you and the medical kit from the nurse's tent have gotten well acquainted with each other.

"one of these days, you're going to listen to me." you sigh, gently peeling aside the torn leather of his garb. rafayel does not wince; you don't think you've ever seen him do so, not when he ripped that arrow from his shoulder, or when he stumbles back to your tent with a bloody gash on his chest, or when he's brandishing new bruises on his knuckles. the royal guards seem intent on tracking you down, crossing all of philos's 30,000 zetameters of sand to lock you up in your gilded cage again.

rafayel seems equally intent to ensure that doesn't happen, even if it means throwing himself into their line of fire.

"if i listen to you," the lemurian starts, violet gaze trained on the gentle workings of your fingers, "they'll take you from me again, back to the palace." his breath hitches the slightest—at the thought of you leaving him again, or at the too-harsh tug of the bandage, you're not sure.

— some nights, RAFAYEL is awoken by dreams—horrible, lifelike nightmares. it's sudden, a jolt that has him taking in rapid breaths, a tremor in his hands. "a nightmare", he tells you, when you stir awake and ask him what's wrong in a groggy voice that makes his heart ache, "just a nightmare, sweetheart. nothing to worry about." he waits until he hears your breathing slow once more, pressing kisses to your temple all the while, before slinking out of the tent and into the cold desert air. he'll return to your side before the sun rises, but for now, with still-stuttering breaths, he just needs some time to clear his head.

in his nightmares, a butterfly flaps its wings just the wrong way and rafayel is landed in a world where he is as cold-blooded as amund wished he was. he is back in the ruins of the isle of songs, your hand guiding his own (white-knuckled, dagger brandished) to the place where your heart thrums beneath. and unlike himself, rafayel takes the chance: takes back what is his, what was never yours to keep. the god of the sea was a foolish, lovesick man. he would not make the same mistake.

the dagger sinks into your flesh, the ease of it wrong. your blood flows onto his palms, gets into all the creases of his gloves, spills onto the barren earth and dyes the returning sea red. it is so, so warm against his skin, warms the fire in him that threatened to fizzle out. (he has always been a selfish man, he knows. it is only right that he is no better than bloodthristy philos.) the look dream-you gives him, before he awakes from this cruel world, sears itself into the back of his eyelids. he can see it still, when he looks at the dark of the night sky: reverent, loving. (how could you not, when he has freed you yet again?)

— often, you ask RAFAYEL to tell you tales of the ocean; more specifically, its creatures! what were those rays he spoke of, or the sharks, or those star-shaped things? do the lemurians actually eat them? your lover finds your boundless curiousity incredibly endearing, chuckling whenever your eyes seem to light up at the mention of some new deep-sea fish.

"this is a whale shark." rafayel says, and you watch as the scale in his hands transforms into a small purple apparition. it's as long as his pointer finger, heteroceral tail flicking as it swims in the flame currents, light purple spots patterning its black back. "they are gentle things, despite their size. they only ever eat plankton. i used to have one as a pet, long ago."

"how cute!" you laugh, waggling your finger in front of the shark and watching it follow. "did you have other pets?" and at that, he procures another silver scale, places it into your palms and covers it with his own. a barreleye manifests, and you grin when it's luminous purple eyes stare up at you.

(rafayel ignores the sting in his arm, pinpricks of blood soaking his garb from where he'd plucked some scales off. the wonder in your eyes is more than worth it.)

— helping the LEMURIANS with their daily chores within the camp comes like second nature to you. there is always so much to do: collect jars upon jars of water from the nearby oasis, prepare food, feed the camels, record the state of the camp's supplies... all the while, you feel RAFAYEL'S eyes on your form, your ever cautious vassal. with a little smile, you pretend you don't notice his lavender gaze, if only to spare him from the flushed ears.

it's surprisingly simple, making that lemurian cake: tapioca flour, camel's milk, a healthy dash of sugar, and citrus rind... when the sweet old woman you've spent the afternoon baking with feeds you a slice, you think you've simply ascended. back then, rafayel had fed you one that was cold and a little stale—probably as it was a part of his rations for long journeys. perhaps he'd like one that was far fresher, and baked with love?

... which is how rafayel found himself with a wicker basket full of cake shoved into his hands, and an awaiting you in front of him. "you've been training a while, haven't you?" you smile, taking one of the soft slices and bringing it up to his lips; "try it for me, please!"

and as obedient as ever, rafayel takes a bite, sweetness and citrus on his tongue. "it's good," he hums, kisses your fingertips, "tell me when you're making it next time, love. i'd love to help."

— the LEMURIANS, you remember, were masters of the arts: singing, painting, poetry... so it's no surprise, then, that they celebrate their craft almost every night: children crowd around a charming poet, hooked on every word of their newest bedtime story—his newest fable, that is (something about a fish and a bird, who wished to visit a bakery); the musicians have already begun their newest improvised song, a lively version of an old elegy, it seems; the bonfire in the centre burns high into the night sky like it was trying to reach the stars itself, and when the lemurians dance around it their shadows are long against the sands. you don't know how, but you're eventually dragged into the dance yourself. the glee is infectious, and you find yourself instinctively looking for your beloved.

RAFAYEL doesn't indulge in dancing often, as fun as it may be. he knows the steps, his feet still tapping to the rhythm of the tambourines even as he nonchalantly leans against the tent pole in the distance. it is second nature, now, but his eyes always find you, even in the crowd of people—you, laughing and twirling around without a care in the world. it makes his heart race, a smile creeping onto his own features. he watches you dance with his people, linking arms and being spun around; for a moment he wonders if he should join just to be your one and only dance partner.

... he doesn't notice when you've escaped his gaze, but before he knows it, you've snuck up on him and wrapped a shawl around his neck, dragging him towards the crowd; "dance with me, rafa!"

and how can he refuse a shared moment that transcends lifetimes—across shimmering oceans, and marble floor ballrooms, and golden sands? rafayel's stumbling forward into you until his arms take their rightful place around your form. his hands find the small of your back and yours hold onto his shoulders, shawl long abandoned on his neck. this is second nature, galaxies colliding, two souls becoming one.

— after all of the night's festivities are said and done—the musicians pack up their flutes, lyres, and tambourines; the children cover up their yawns with still-red palms from clapping to tonight's tunes; the remaining food is safely packed away for tomorrow—it's just you, RAFAYEL, and the dwindling embers of the fire he'd just stomped out. "i do believe even your highness is not exempt from curfew," he hums, takes your hand in his, and presses his lips to the knuckles.

and in the silence of your tent, coveted in the silver hues of moonlight, rafayel sits you down before him, your back leaning against his chest. his arms wrap around your frame, his chin resting on the crook of your neck. this is your ritual, on too-cold nights: rafayel lights a flickering flame in his palms, the black and violet embers cold as ever. you both stare into this dying fire—you both know what is to come.

sometimes, when the ugly concoction of guilt and sorrow prick at your very soul, your hand reaches up to entwine with his own, just as they did to guide his dagger to your heart. "i won't." rafayel says, and you know what he means. "i will never hurt you." he doesn't complete the sentence, the words dying on his tongue, but you know the rest (there is no other end to this story): i would rather die.

a/n : i need abysswalker carnally it's not even funny anymore 🤩 these were. not supposed to be this long (they are like little fics in themselves omg). but i love this rafa so much i think he deserves it. thank you for the love on the previous rafa content <3 it makes me so happy seeing people who also love this lil guy. the dancing with rafa hc is very much so inspired by "through heaven's eyes" from the prince of egypt! <3333

[sunflw3r]

(✦) summer loving , 구정모

...beach towels strewn on the sand, your hand in mine and i'll think we'll be alright...

a koo jungmo x male reader ff →loosely inspired by espresso by sabrina carpenter

in which you and jungmo fall in love under the summer stars, promising to not let go as the season fades away

status: updating 1-3 times a week

pairing jungmo x male reader genre fluff, summer romance, a little angst, youth drama cw cursing, mental health struggles

taglist: open! send ask or comment to be added @luvkyu @seungsmiles @gnusihcom @academiq playlist! summer loving (spotify) espresso : sabrina carpenter, late night : cravity, so let's go see the stars : boynextdoor, summer : keshi, time machine : doyoung, taeyeon, & mark, younger : omega x, memories : riize, day and night : day6, bonfire : wave to earth, our love in summer : jeon jin hee, 7pm (feat. peder elias) : bss, forever only : jaehyun, never goodbye : nct dream, summer nights : john travolta & olivia newton john, time : the rose

notes takes place in fictional beach town, fast paced relationship, ooc cravity

sun✰! ahhh my summer romance😖 i hope all my luvity on tmblr are satisfied with this jungmo ff. should be updating for the rest of july till august-ish🫶

profiles summer sun something’s begun

001 ✦ the first meeting is always the sweetest 002 ✦ do you see my heart? 003 ✦ think about you all night 004 ✦ sand in your shoes 005 ✦ pinkies intertwined 006 ✦ cotton candy like attraction 007 ✦ ferris wheels 008 ✦ you’re warmer than the fire 009 ✦ your friends, do they like me too? 010 ✦ symbol of my youth 011 ✦ kisses that tasted like saltwater 012 ✦ life means more with you 013 ✦ you’re the one, always 014 ✦ fleeting memories of summer 015 ✦ is this goodbye? (you+me)

pearl divider by @anitalenia

[onmyyan]

Your writing brings joy to my shriveled brain. How do you think it would go if Steven from Moonnight had a female roommate who desperately tried to ignore the weird shit. Acting like nothing was out of the ordinary bc the apartment is in the perfect spot and the rent is really reasonable. Steven and Mark grow increasingly alarmed and intrigued respectively at their cute but definitely deranged roomate ignoring all the bat shit crazy with an iron force of will. The more they pay attention the more they realize they like having her around.

A/N: My shriveled heart enjoys writing for y’all 😫🤚🏼 also this my first moonknight request I’m so excited It’s not even funny. This took me actual ages to post bec I kept rewriting it, Marc and Steven are wonderful and I'm sorry if their ooc and for how long it took me to post, hope you enjoy! NOT EDITED

TW'S: Yandere

The first thing you noticed about Steven Grant was his inexplicable ability to keep to himself. Like really to himself. The small space you two occupied never felt crowded despite sharing everything but a bed. His room was sort of the living room, and at the very beginning you two set the rule that you’d each keep to your own, a fair rule considering you got the bedroom, the cheap rent and non-creepy roommate was worth all the odd stuff you noticed. Like how he taped up the front door at night. You chalked it up to paranoia. The ring of sand he diligently poured around his bed? Your aunt had a sleepwalking problem, could happen to anyone. The kinky ankle chain he kept on the post by his bed? What he got up to when you were out of the apartment was his business, and you minded your own well, as long as you weren’t in danger, he could be as weird as he wanted.

Steven was worried initially. His mind ran ragged with scenario after scenario of you finding out about Marc, the two of them had only just begun to peacefully coexist. Marc had no problems with you as long as you had your rent and didn’t ask too many questions, plus you sometimes wore these little shorts to bed and he'd never complain about the view.

There were just some things you can't hide, like the fact that the apartment felt haunted whenever Steven was home, the cold chills and way he was constantly looking up in some random corner were a little harder to ignore, you told yourself you'd say something if you got possessed, other than that it was blissfully ignored.

Marc had never officially met you but he had been watching. He was a naturally alert person so it wasn't concerning- what worried him was just how often you wiggled your way into his thoughts as of late. He was far too grown for something like a crush, far to burdened with his destiny for something like romance, that's absolutely not why he took over to watch you for a while, nothing malicious, just observe you how steven gets to, you two only ever crossed paths in the morning and as you were heading to bed. You didn't bat a eye, offering him a sleepy wave and a yawn as you made your coffee.

He found himself smiling at the silent, practiced way you worked around the kitchen, something about the scene was domestic, "Wan' some?" You asked rather cutely, a yawn breaking through at the end, warmth pooled in his chest at the simple action and before he could stop himself he was nodding.

Your pretty (e/c) eyes widened for a moment before that friendly grin came back. "You never take me up on that- I was startin' to think British people couldn't drink coffee." The graceful ease in which you moved had his eyes soaking up every inch of you, your little joke had pulled him out of whatever weird trance he'd fallen under. "Cream and sugar?" He shook his head no, and when your fingers brushed his as you handed off the warm mug, it felt like he'd been electrified.

"You're usually at the museum by now- sorry that sounded creepy I meant- it's nice seeing you that's all." Your very apparent flustered state pulled a smirk to his lips. You were too cute. But the question did yank him out of the sweet bubble he'd found himself in once you started talking.

You thought he was Steven- of course, why wouldn't you? He knew this and yet, that familiar pang of disappointment lingered, so hard in fact he'd fallen into himself and let Steven have the wheel once more. The Brit was proper confused when he came to with a steaming mug of coffee in his hands.

He nearly dropped it when he finally noticed you standing before him, your bedhead made you look like some sort of sleepy Angel, he quickly took a sip of the liquid, failed to hide his grimace and thanked you for it before rushing out with the guise of being late to work. Truthfully his shift didn't start for an hour and a half, he just liked giving you your space.

He found out rather early the longer he spent in your presence the more likely he was to make a fool of himself. You were charming and witty and god you looked like someone who should be waited on hand and foot- not that that's something he's thought in detail about or anything don't be silly-

"I think I should introduce myself." He heard Marks voice ring out while he reorganized the plushies by the register. "Absolutely not." He said almost offended at the mere suggestion, his pulse began to skyrocket, "Are you mad? She just started being comfortable-" he laughed humorlessly, "That be a fine way to send her running for the bloody hills." He set the last plush down with more force than necessary, the idea of you not being in his life anymore shot a spike of panic through him.

"You're not giving her enough credit, somethin' about that one- this feels like the right move buddy." Steven glanced at Mark's reflection in one of the display cases. He pointedly moved to the other side of the store, his face twisting into a pout. "She's noticed all the weird shit we do- she's still there." He heard him try to reason, catching his grin in the glass. "You can't hide from me, I know you're just as interested in our sweet roommate as I am."

[nailbatss]

California, Show Your Teeth

This is one of my entries for @harringrovesummerbingo !! I'm hoping to post on A03 sometime too!

Square & Prompt: C1 - Alpha!Steve visiting California beaches to get an eyeful of California omegas

Rating: SFW but alludes to spice

Word Count: 1.5k

Major Tags: a/b/o dynamics, Alpha!Steve, Omega!Billy, swearing, alludes to sexual content, Billy is slightly ooc

Summary: Alpha!Steve has spent too long with the same omegas from Hawkins. He wants to try something new for a change. He hops in his car and drives to California for a beach trip. Somehow, a new omega catches his eye (and maybe his heart).

Steve was sick of the same old same old. What does one do in a situation like this, you may ask? 

He packs his stuff and heads out west. That’s what he does. 

Pedal to the floor, nothing but open roads ahead and the wind in his hair. Tapping his hands on the steering wheel, Steve hummed along to his tape blaring through his car. He was going to see what California had to offer one way or another.

How did he choose California? Simple.

It was far enough away for a better chance.

Now, Steve wasn’t like other knot-headed alphas. He was respectful, kind-hearted, and he had amazing instincts when it came to pups. He was especially the kind that the kids called “babysitter” since he looked after them like they were his own. Being in a position like that makes a guy really crave something he didn’t have. 

And he wasn’t getting any younger.

Hours on the open road will give you a chance to think, especially when he had enough time to think about what he wanted. He wanted to settle down someday, have a family, but he wouldn’t stay stationary in a town that hated him. He would want to travel around, not stay in the same place too long.

That sounded like the life for Steve Harrington.

~*~

The sun was intense as he stepped onto the beach. Steve’s eyes trailed along the shoreline, catching a glimpse of the white sand and the crystal clear water. California was pretty, but he wasn’t just trying to look at the scenery. 

Hearing a fit of giggles, Steve turned his attention to a group of girls as they looked at the magazine in front of them. ‘Alpha’s Digest’ the cover reads. What a tacky magazine. He scoffed.

If only he could forget about his mother’s collection of them in the foyer that nobody used anymore. Every month they got delivered and she’d shove them in a box in the front room so his father didn’t find out.

Steve shuddered at the thought.

“Alright, shitbird, you and your friends need to go on.” A voice barked.

That’s when his heart stopped.

Standing around 5’10”, the blonde, curly-haired man was standing with his arms crossed. A skull smoking was inked on his right bicep, appearing to be the only mark on his arm. That’s when he removed his sunglasses to glare at the girl in question, a smaller red-haired girl who was glaring back at him in a challenge almost.

They argued for a few more minutes until the girl caught him staring.

“Oi, you got a problem?”

The blonde snapped and raised his brow, approaching Steve with a blazing glare. 

“You should be staring elsewhere, pretty boy. She’s too young for you.”

“O-Oh, sorry, I wasn’t trying to stare!” Steve defended and held his hands up in defense.

Judging by the stance, and the scent patch on the blonde’s neck, he was an omega. Makes sense as to why he was so protective over the younger girl. Could be his sister or something, Steve reckons. 

“Then what’s your problem?”

“Shit,” Steve paused, “I’m new here. Just checking out the sights… and the beach.” He reasoned. 

The blonde was giving him an updown, taking him in and tilting his head.

“Makes sense as to why you’re so damn pale. You stick out like a sore thumb.” Oh, he’s sassy too, Steve notes. He likes this fiery omega already.

“So um, you wanna help a guy out? Give me a tour or something?” Steve replied weakly.

The omega in question snorts, “Aren’t you forward? Interesting.” He took out a toothpick from his shorts pocket, making him wonder how long he had been keeping those there. “Well? Gonna tell me your name, pretty boy?”

“Steve, Steve Harrington.”

The blonde smirked, “Billy, Billy Hargrove.” He mimicked him. “Damn, you’re pretty for an alpha.”

“How’d you clock me as an alpha?” 

“You’re not trying to jump in my pants like the other alphas ‘round here. I noticed you noticed my patch too. I’m not blind.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“And respectful? Shit, keep talkin and I’ll keep you around. Not used to that at all.”

Billy held out his hand for Steve, confusing the alpha at first.

“Give me your phone, I’ll give you my number. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Steve scrambled to grab his phone and unlock it, handing it to the blonde as he typed away. Looking closer at the omega, Steve realized that he has freckles under his sunglasses. It was really cute. 

“There. Better call me.” He winked and walked away. “I’ll be free around 6.” He called over his shoulder, giving Steve a full view of his perky and round ass.

God knows that he was going to have to head to his hotel to think.

And get his inner alpha to calm down.

~*~

‘Hey, this is Steve!’

‘Yeah, I know. You don’t listen to instructions very well, do you?’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘I said to call me, but this works too.’

‘Shit, sorry.’

‘It’s all good. I like when you apologize. It’s cute.’

‘So, are you free to show me around?’

‘What’s in it for me?’

‘I could get you dinner, your choice of place.’

‘Anywhere? Shit, you sure about that?’

‘You would know best, wouldn’t you?’

‘Suppose I would. Alright, meet me here at 7. Don’t be late, pretty boy ;)’

[location received]

Looks like he had a date to get ready for.

~*~

Dinner that night went swimmingly. He was able to spend some time getting to know the spitfire that was Billy Hargrove.

“My dad’s a piece of shit, my mom’s dead, and I have a new stepmom and stepsister. That’s who you saw me talking to earlier.” Billy said after taking another bite of pasta.

Steve nodded, taking a sip of the wine he ordered for them to enjoy.

“You’re different for an alpha, I don’t understand you.” Billy pointed out.

That certainly caught Steve off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we’ve been enjoying dinner and you haven’t tried to flirt with me, try to say some nasty shit, and then wine and dine me? I don’t understand.”

“Because I understand that you’re not an object.” Steve started to answer, making Billy’s eyes widen. “You’re a person and you deserve to be thought of as such.” He met his gaze so he knew he was serious when saying this.

“I’m not going to treat you like other alphas will. When I say shit, I mean it.”

They were both quiet again after that had been said. It felt like electricity crackling through the air; the pair could feel it. Whatever was brewing between them, it could only be contained for a little while longer.

Needless to say, dinner came to a close and the bill was paid in a hurry.

When they got in the car, the emotions were running high. And the hormones even higher.

~*~

Slamming against the door, Steve laughed as he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. “Alright, alright, easy.” He laughed before lips were on his again.

“You kept me waiting too long, pretty boy. Wanna see what’s under here.” The omega muttered as hands were wandering, feeling his body and setting his inner alpha off. 

‘Omega likes us. Keep going, make him feel amazing.’

Steve pulled him closer and smirked, shutting the door behind him with the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign swinging sideways. Oh yeah, he was going to enjoy this.

After the tangling of limbs and such, Billy was laying on his chest and he looked at Steve.

“Look, I don’t do this, okay?”

“This as in…?”

“Casual dates, then sex. It’s not something I normally do.”

“Well, I don’t either. Not usually anyway.”

They were both quiet for a moment. 

“Do you want it to mean something?” Steve asked him quietly.

“...Yeah.”

“Then it’ll mean something if you’ll have me?”

“Like?”

“Do you want to go on another date?”

“Are you skipping town anytime soon?” Billy fired back and looked up at him.

“I thought about it.” Steve answered honestly.

“Oh.” The omega’s usually beachy scent turned stormy. “I see.”

Sensing his mistake, the brunette tipped his chin back up to face him, “But I’m not. I’ve got nothing waiting back there for me. Here, I have you.” He pressed a kiss between his eyebrows. “I’m here for you.”

Those stormy blues once again turned a brighter crystal color, “Good. Don’t want you to go. Not when I just got you.”

“Then I’m yours, baby.” Steve smiled and their lips met once more.

“You’re mine.” Billy answered. “And I’m yours.”

Steve couldn’t agree more. California had really been amazing to him; he was never going to turn back.

[panopticonrpg]

EVENT 01. PART 3: FINALE

The looped voice and muzak on the loudspeaker slows so gradually, at first it's barely noticeable. But that continuous cadence imprinted on your mind for hours now, is out of sync with reality. The voice and music slows...sloooowwwws, groaning and stretched in an agonizing way, until it suddenly cuts out. Then silence. Nothing else has changed, but the dull tune and chipper voice is gone. It's evening now, and the only noises around you are the occasional thunks and whines from the tilted Odyssey, the hum of the weird generators, and the sounds of nature. It's difficult to know what to do next. Your phones have no connection to home. No rescue has shown up. It's just you, alone...with everyone else. Some people might end up sleeping from exhaustion, others might stay awake. Regardless, night is inevitable, and the stars above provide little comfort. They look crooked, as warped as the loudspeaker recording on its last breath. The night is long, or maybe it's too short. Because the moment the sun peeks over the horizon, you're met with a loud, piercing howl from the loudspeakers. It's hard to tell if it's a sustained human scream, or a warning siren, or nails down a chalkboard. The louder it gets, the more uncomfortable your mysterious bracelet feels - tingly for some, hot for others, or spiky, or ice cold. When it all calms down, you look over at one of the others - a woman named Maria, from Portugual or maybe Brazil. She starts to speak, "O que--?" Maria suddenly explodes into a billion grains of salt, and dissolves into the sand. Not all of you can tell, but your special ability has triggered.

OOC Information

This marks the end of Event 01!

All characters have now been granted their special powers! Keep in mind that these powers are brand new and completely unfamiliar. Some characters might have an easier time adjusting than others. Some characters might not even understand what their powers are. This is all up to the muns to decide how your character gets to discover their special ability.

The loudspeakers no longer play any sound, but the cameras still work.

Characters can continue current threads! Muns can transition their ongoing threads to fit the Finale, or close old threads and start new ones. Whatever works best for you and your writing partners!

Before Event 02 (date tbd), the Mods will be offering mini-plots to Muns who want to pursue clues or game-specific lore of the island. This will roll out over discord, so keep a look out, starting next week!

[mdhwrites]

Your Grom Factory post is so right!! I felt like the last parts of it felt off but I didn't know why until I read your analysis. I wanted to like the ending and Ayzee's character so bad because Milan and Ayzee looked so cute together (even if they weren't all that interesting) but Ayzee's final depressing thoughts just ruined it for me :(

I also agree with A Little Hint of Blue being boring. I'm a Vinira shipper so I may be biased but they feel so bland in the comic. I know it's supposed to expand Skara's character but she also just comes off as annoying to me, and it's weird because she kinda reminds me of Anne (her dynamic with Boscha reminds me of Sashanne) but I like Anne and I don't care for Skara. Also the musical scene was cringe, I'm sorry, might be because it's in a comic but still. I did like how the comic kinda expanded on healing and bard magic, the fight was cool even though I think it was ooc for Viney to fall for Skara's trick by the end of it.

So like I said before, I don't want to harp too much on Mark's work without a point. Honestly, if you want to talk about Mark's work with me, my DMs are open, I've talked about him a fair bit on my Discord (in fact, it was voicing that I wasn't certain about posting the blog on Discord that got one of my followers to reassure me I wasn't just being an ass and shouldn't worry so much that led to it being posted) or you can even just ask me non-anonymously and I'll answer in private. I'm not trying to start anything.

With that said, you actually bring up a really good and interesting point in regards to Skara's character that has been digging at me for a WHILE and is useful as a more condensed version of the issues with both Hunter and Amity's arcs who share a lot of issues and I will bring up throughout this as well. A Hint of Blue is indeed meant to expand her character by saying she's a generally and genuinely good person but she has to put on a performance for others. That she is stuck between the person who she is deep down and who society wants her to be. This is effectively the same trick the show does for both Hunter and Amity so A: it is literally nothing new and B: it suffers from similar issues while its specific methodology is a NIGHTMARE to portray well. Worse yet, both of these issues render Skara's character somehow less than the blank canvas it already was.

See, and this is the big part of why I decided to respond, Skara's trick is to show someone with a pure survival response in this regard. She hasn't internalized ANYTHING that people push upon her by what her actions have shown. This means it is all an act rather than these outside forces having had a deeper personal impact. Hunter and Amity, again, suffer similar issues but they at least pay some lip service to the idea that they're not just twin personalities. There is some overlap. For Amity, it's when she is still somewhat cold after breaking the everlasting oath in Covention as even when shown kindness, she still keeps some of that distance. Or heck, just her entire first appearance honestly. For Hunter, it's the constant reinforcement of needing to please Belos. Moments that show that even when the external pressure isn't actively there, it is weighing on their mind, much like how Zuko clearly always had something stressing him out, even when all was quiet. It's part of why how easily Amity throws off her shackles, and how Hunter doesn't actually refute the morality he's clearly been taught, make their arcs and characters weaker because it implies that these pressures never actually got in.

And unfortunately for Mark, he can't seem to decide which version he has and canon supports neither option. In the very first page of the comic, Mark emphasizes A: how long Skara has been being a bully. Not just a bully but enjoying it as even her first act of monstrosity, kicking a sand castle down, is greeted with a smile while she is still very small. This implies some part of her is just cruel. But that's being actively contrasted by B: having her immediately willing to break the bitch code Boscha has in place by apologizing to Viney without any real hesitancy until Boscha speaks up, implying her instincts are to be nice. Mind you, in that first comic she does need to be pushed to destroy the sandcastle... But not to claim be wronged. She first, before the prompting, claims the playground as hers. She's not pushed to be pushy but to stand up for herself and claim what is hers. Not actually inherently unhealthy so long as you aren't a bitch about it honestly which, yes she was being.

And this sort of incongrueny gets better and worse as the story goes on, let alone with the framing of it. After all, the story is trying to frame it as her being a naturally good person who only acts up due to Boscha. This is why Viney, for no reason, is so anti-Boscha. She is meant to be the second world that Skara is being pulled between. When written REALLY POORLY, this is how you get Skara stating Boscha isn't that bad and actually cares in her own way one comic and then literally two comics later, Boscha destroys Skara's chance at romance while mimicking Dio (I know it's Jojos in general but like... Why Jojos there at all?). It's superficial to put it extremely mildly.

As a note, this would actually be the heart of the sort of stuff I would talk about, characters making choices because they fit the tropes of the story, if I decided to talk about the Hallmarks (pun intended) of boring romances. Forced character writing with zero motivation or real flavor is the normal core to that problem.

And well... When your motivations as a character are "I inherently have a heart of gold!" versus "I am the puppet of the most evil fourteen year old on my continent"... You get a really boring lamp that keeps getting passed around. It's meant to expand on Skara's personality but instead it reduces it to NOTHING. Or, it's that her personality is ENTIRELY dependent on whoever she is around and the nice version is the version that Viney gets because she believes Viney will kick her ass otherwise as that is actually the reason the first apology comes out. Or appears to with how worried Skara immediately becomes while Viney rolls up her sleeves.

And since you brought it up and they're PERFECT FOR THIS, let's contrast this with Sasha and Anne. They actually are this sort of dynamic after all. Sasha forces Anne to do things outside of her comfort zone through using their friendship and this is bad for Anne but Anne does it because what Sasha gives her is fun, it's exciting and it's from someone who at least claims to genuinely care about her. Even at her meanest, Sasha is wanting to spend time and make Anne's life better. It's part of why her character is so great. Skara gets lip service in the first comic about liking being on the top of the food chain but all her actions are independent and even the final panel goes out of its way to show Boscha leaving Skara behind, showing the actual gulf in their relationship. It's lip service that Skara will spend literally the ENTIRE rest of the comic saying she hates. She doesn't actually ever act like she ever gets anything out of this.

Then we have the second world pulling Anne: The Plantars. Suddenly, she is shown that you can be loved and cared for by other people without having to do morally dubious things... And she chaffs at it because it does mean more complicated relationships. Hop Pop and her don't understand each other. Polly isn't the gal pal she wants even though she is a gal and a pal. Even Sprig still chafes at her her habits and the like while Sasha may have more cleverly gotten to stop anything she didn't like. This is part of why Anne isn't all that great to the Plantars early on. She doesn't want the work that goes into a real relationship. She'd rather be subservient and have it be simple. It's only through seeing just how much better these people are, and how it feels to have her own autonomy, that she breaks her chains and discards Sasha, at least for a while until they're both in healthier places. As a note, THIS is why S1 of Amphibia is the way it is because this shit takes TIME, let alone while also using an entire town to reinforce these lessons.

Skara meanwhile just... likes the other world. That's really it. She just gravitates towards being nice and real connections, just like Hunter and just like Amity. As always is stated: We're TOLD that she likes being on top but why? It's never even elaborated on with words, let alone shown to us but also yes, this would have extended the arcs overall to show this. Like I said, Amphibia spends a lot of time on groundwork for a reason. Arguably more than it needed to but it still needed a large amount of time to make the payoff and journey as satisfying as it is.. Even TOH understood this with Amity as they pretend for a little longer than a single line that she has reasons to want to be on top until she just drops it all once no one is looking. -_- This attempt to make it less blatant though is part of why Amity dominates a THIRD of the entire series.

And honestly, between this and the enemies to lovers trope from the base show (and actually this too I guess if Viney didn't seem to have some deep seated hate for Boscha that we just haven't been told about yet) I really am getting tired of people seeming to think romance really is a simplistic genre. In fanworks, you get a lot of quick romances, yes, but that's fine. They're normally not trying to claim to be doing an arc or the like with it. They're just bringing two characters they like together. However, romance is an entire GENRE for a reason. You can tell whole stories just around a romance with no other elements because just two people interacting and figuring out deepening feelings is one of the most complex elements for a writer to figure out, regardless of which complex emotion you're choosing. If you don't actually figure that out though, romance tends to be the genre where characters show their narrative purpose fastest. Where you feel the hand of the author forcing the characters together the most. It's why the romantic subplot is such a despised narrative trope. It's why Amity descending into being a love interest is so sharp because capital L LU- LOVE is all she's about now.

And that is the case here too. Skara is all about Viney... Because this is a romance. That is a not deep character, that is a sexy lamp that happens to sing.

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I didn't even hint to giving the two moments to bond and have real chemistry instead of just lecturing at each other. *screams* GEE, the romance writer has opinions on romance!? Never would have guessed. I won't even say I'm perfect at it, I'm definitely still improving myself, but it is technically my genre, even back when I was writing harem erotica.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[krak-jj]

Pessimist Attitude.

chapter .5: pilot

Hinata S. x Fem!reader!

!lowercase intended for this story!

summary: Finally, in Brazil, Hinata Shoyo is getting to know people and learning about his area. it seems everyone is having a blast in the sweet summer sun; so, who is this girl sitting alone with a book in her lap ?

warnings!

curse words

rude y/n

maybe ooc hinata

might be a story with multiple chapters

shit talking

face making

Inspired by Mad At Disney, song by salem ilese

hope you enjoy-JJ

NEXT

the hot sun kissed his tanning back as sweat soked into the redhead shirt. but he was getting used to it as he brought his hands forward and bent his knees a tad bit. his tongue sticking out to show how concentrated on the ball that flew above him.

Hinata Shoyo was said redhead. at this moment, he is having the time of his life playing volleyball on the beaches on Rio.

he was running around with his feet in the sand while hitting the ball between his teammates and opponents. he has grown since high school. he was no longer skinny and small. but he now has more muscle on his arms and grew ten centimeters!

he was now what women considered 'handsome', and some would say 'hot' as he played with his broze skin glistening in the sun.

but now we pan over to our main protagonist of the story. you.

you didn't know much about this mystery-man, just that you would see him every day at the beach as you sat and did you school work arcoss the street at the little café.

you were a sweet girl up until high school. when everyone who knew you could say your personality took a complete 180. no one could say why, and you wouldn't tell them, marking ot off as 'unimportant' or 'none of their business'.

thats how you started losing friends. and you hadn't tried to make any new ones. so when you graduated and you went to college that offered abroad classes, you took up the opportunity to leave your home country and travel while trying* to make friends.

so how you got in the predicament where you were in Brazil, with no friends. you decided you would drop the making friends and focus on your studies for photography.

so how the hell did he catch your attention, was it the fact he was loud and drew attention from a lot of people, or was it because he was handsome. what could it have been?

Masterlist

Haikyuu Masterlist

[wilmingtoncrp]

It’s that time again. The city of Wilmington is happy to announce the 18th Annual Springtide Bash! This event will take place from Saturday, May 11th, to Sunday, May 12th—celebrating the beauty and charm of our coastal town. Get ready for a weekend filled with exciting activities, delectable food, and unforgettable memories.

Saturday, May 11th:

Kick off the Springtide Bash with the grand reopening of the Retro Nouveau Gallery. Immerse yourself in the world of art while sipping on delightful cocktails at the Canvas & Cocktails soiree. Mingle with local artists and art enthusiasts as you explore the gallery's captivating exhibits.

Continue your day at the Ocean Bounty Bazaar, where local chefs will showcase their culinary prowess using the freshest seafood from the Atlantic. Indulge in a variety of dishes that highlight the flavors of the sea. 

Not a fan of seafood? We’ve got you covered. Head on over to the Food Truck Rodeo, where regional food trucks will offer an array of cuisines to cater to every palate.

In the afternoon, let your creativity soar at the Wind Riders Skyfest. Participate in a kite-making workshop and learn the art of crafting colorful kites. Then, put your skills to the test in the kite-flying contest. 

After sunset, gather at the beach for the Starlight Viewing Party. Join astronomers and gaze at the stars through high-powered telescopes and discover the wonders of the night sky.

Sunday, May 12th:

Begin your morning at Animal Acres, where you can interact with adorable farm animals and engage in agricultural activities perfect for the whole family. 

Then, unleash your inner artist at the Sculpting the Shore Contest, where participants will compete to create the most impressive sand castles along Wilmington's pristine beaches.

As the evening approach, prepare for an unforgettable experience at the Mystery and Meals Night. Immerse yourself in an interactive theater performance while savoring a delectable dinner. Let the talented actors guide you through a electrifying mystery that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

Throughout the weekend, don't miss the Jazz & Blues Weekend Harmony, featuring live performances by renowned jazz and blues musicians. Let the soulful melodies and smooth rhythms transport you to a world of musical bliss.

The 18th Annual Springtide Bash promises to be an unforgettable celebration of Wilmington's vibrant community and stunning coastal setting. Mark your calendars and join us for a weekend filled with art, music, food, and adventure. Get ready to create lasting memories in the heart of Wilmington!

OOC

Everyone is encouraged to participate! But as it can be a hassle, please feel free to continue your previous threads.

The event will run from May 11th at 12:00PM EST to May 19th at 12:00PM EST.

Do not create anymore event thread after May 19th, but you are more than welcomed to continue writing them.

You may tag the event under - event: springtide bash 01

Have fun!

[chris-continues]

Your Savior,

Swap AU Savior Vash

Inspired by this text post!

NOTES: I love the idea of swap au vash/savior vash but I couldn’t write this longer like I wanted to because writing him too OOC aggravates me like AUGHHHH I can’t tarnish him like that :( so I’ll be writing blips of interaction with him and reader. More food is cooking and brewing, but I hope you enjoy this!

TAGS: @h4venpha @lune010 @vashfantasy @astrathecowboy @captaintweet

If I could not ping you, try changing your settings!

You shouldn’t be here.

You should be traversing the town, running errands, helping villagers with small jobs and going about your day- the sands billowing upon your feet with each step, the smell of alcohol from the tavern strong as per usual due to the lack of clean water.

You’re in town alright, but it’s.. overtaken. Many clamor around the town’s plant, in awe of the figure before it. The sands whirl below, flaps of his.. Wings?

Feathers adorn every which way, everyone in awe- paralyzed, even. They billow out every which way, whooshing past your ears and almost branding a sear as they brush your cheekbones, the feeling light, ticklish, and foreign. Almost as foreign as the figure which turns, large angelic, wings framing him,

“Aw..” he bats his eyelashes, toga draping as he descends from the heights of the plant’s holding container, the bulb blossoming into.. something out of your view. His wings emanate a powerful wind, yet he almost floats down gracefully, reminiscent of parchment slipping from your hands and fluttering to the ground. “The plant..” he appears sorrowful, “I’m afraid it’s too late.” Mourning.

It’s then you recognize the embellishments upon his skin- markings, appearing ritual, although with the way they glow and flicker in the sun they appear natural. They’re reminiscent of the being he had attempted to save?

Which makes no sense, you shake your head, hoping to rid of the buzz licking at your consciousness and aid in finding clarity,

“But I’m here to help!” He chirps happily, grin a bit too cheery. He’s traversing amidst the surrounding crowd, soothing those who were confused with assuring words and a sheepish grin upon further insistence, “That’s.. a complicated story, I’m afraid.” He was vague, in every sense of the word- what was his name? What was he? What-

What even was that?

Before you could even retain such knowledge, he was standing before you, looming above your person. His blonde hair cascaded down his forehead, the sun causing them to appear a slight gold in his ethereal nature. What about this man wasn’t otherworldly? You’d never know.

“You’re uh- you’re staring.” He chuckled, “I do hope everything besides the plant is doing well!” His feathers ruffled with his melodious voice, “How- how are you going to help? Are you a plant engineer?” Your insistence wasn’t anything new to him.

“You could say that.”

And then he continued to smile, passing you by once more to continue talking to the other townsfolk. He was odd, that much was obvious to any passerby, and if it was too late for him to heal the plant what would he do to help?

Worry began to curdle in your stomach at the possibilities that brewed in this mysterious man’s definition of help.

[voyage-inferno]

One day perhaps Bennett will rush to someone he never thought he'd see again.

And he'll throw his arms around them and then scoop them up and press them into a kiss that tastes like fading panic and long battles and relief but so much like love that it feels like water on a parched plant, like warmth chasing away numb fingertips, like suddenly for all that may still be wrong there's one thing that's right.

And it's that moment Right There.

[merrock]

event: End of Summer Beach Bash

location: Swim Beach

ic timeline: August 25 & 26

ooc timeline: August 19 - 27

Even though we're all incredibly sad to see summer come to an end… there's always something satisfying about having that one last chance to get out and enjoy the sunshine and warmth, isn't there? What better way to do that… then at a beach party!

Starting Friday, August 25th at 3PM EST, we'll be lighting the bonfires and setting out the picnic tables for a night of fun, for anyone who wants to camp out! If you don't have your own tent or sleeping bags, those can be rented, so don't worry.

Then on Saturday, August 26th, we'll be having a big ole beach bash, with lots of fun in the water, in the sand, and all around. Bring any games that you want to play, and don't forget to show up in your bikini! That's most important of all. Plus... we'll be hosting a volleyball game for everyone who wants to get involved at 3PM on Saturday! You're welcome to stay as long as you would like, and probably won't get kicked out if you stay another night. Bonfires will light at dusk Friday & Saturday nights.

This event is bring your own food (and drinks), but please don't let the alcohol flow until the kids aren't around. The snack shack will be open for you to purchase things, as well, and there are bathrooms and showers on sight.

Come say goodbye to summer with us! xx

more information about the event can be found here to clear up any questions you may have!

the winner of the volleyball game is Team Barracuda!

please consider participating in our thread roulette activity happening in our OOC blog!

all open starters will be on our starter page & marked as 'beach bash' so that you can find them easily!

aaand have fun! xx

[i-heart-soil]

An account for one of the Anons from @soilanonlorelmao.

[Soil Anon is busy at work digging yet another hole. They pause for a minute, setting up a sign next to their digging site. The sign reads as follows; ]

"Hello! I'm Soil Anon. Please check out the blogs of my fellow anons and of my ███████."

[There is a small list below this.]

" @flower-anon-blog is my ███████, Flower Anon. @sand-anon is Sand Anon. @sicklyanon-blog is Sickly Anon. @bringeroftheapocolypse is Zombie Anon. @tar-anon is Tar Anon. @unstoned-anon is Stoned/Unstoned Anon. @goose-ann0n is Goose Anon. @scpectreanon is Ghost/Specter Anon @lava-anon is Lava Anon."

[You notice that there are 2 words scratched out of the sign, below them Soil has written 'WIFE.' in all caps with several underline marks below each of them.]

[There is small writing sprawled across the bottom of the sign, it reads..]

" I love soil. soil is life. "

OOC // If I'm using brackets, I'm narrating rp. If i'm ' Talking like this, ' ( with ' or with " ) then Soil Anon is speaking, though usually they only say "Soil". \\ OOC

[jun-residence]

The Madman's partner

Pairing; Zandikk x Jun

[Prologue] | Next part

CW; Author suck at fighting scenes, OOC? Zandikk, Spoilers for Sohreh's notes, blood, gore, killing, mentions of class division, Jun's lore spoiler

It was clear the division of those that hail from the sands with those born in Greater Lord Rukhadevatta's domain. Of those who managed to pass through the Akademiya's strict standards, there were only two that hailed from the desert.

There was an individual known as Zandikk. He was an enigma among his peers, too focused on busying himself with his "research". Jun meanwhile, was slightly more social. However, he doesn't take too kindly to others judgment of his personality at first notice of his origins. The brunette hailed from King Deshret's land, having been accepted to the akademiya courtesy of his godfather, a leading scholar in advanced technology.

Zandikk wanted to do a research expedition in the jungle. Jun was unfortunately roped into this courtesy of Sohreh. The lady was familiar with him, and are aware of his skills as a marksman so she asked him to tag along.

He begrudgingly agreed after the payment of 60.000 mora was given by Sohreh. She was older than the two males, but things weren't awkward. Her and Jun got along surprisingly enough, and out of the corner of his eye he can see the slightest pout on Zandikk's face.

The brunette leaned against the tent pole, observing the shallow waters surrounding them. Sohreh marvelled about finding a sub species of micro scarabs, but he just tuned her out.

Zandikk sat down beside him, crossing his legs in an X mark, and without warning layed his head on Jun's shoulder. The other ignored it, rather he seemed so unbothered by Zandikk's casual display of closeness. "Have you found anything interesting?" Jun strikes up a conversation with him, hands busy cleaning his blades, one that his mother used before she succumbed to the deserts song of destruction.

"Not yet, unfortunately." Zandikk replied, taking off the preserved kalatpala lotus flower placed in Jun's hair. The bluenette studied the petals, while Jun finished cleaning his blades.

Sohreh suddenly returned with a few stalks of the surrounding flora, and placed them all infront of the two males before sitting down herself. The two researchers talked about the native species and it's characteristics, while Jun was on the lookout, though he can't exactly see anything because it was quite foggy after it rained the previous night.

Suddenly, Jun's ear picked up the sound of a thrown blade. He pulled Sohreh to his chest, getting the female into safety as a blade pierced through the ground Sohreh sat just a moment ago.

"Well, Well, Well. Look who's here. Little old Jun." An Eremite gleefully chuckled. Jun held onto his blades and placed himself infront of Sohreh. "Zandikk. Get Sohreh out of here, now."

"You're not going anywhere pretty boy!" The Clearwater Eremite charged forward, trying to slash at the trio. Her blades were blocked by Jun's, who quickly pushed her away. "Now!" He yelled, using the discarded sword on the ground to block the Daythunder's claymore(?) Attack.

Zandikk nodded, and got Sohreh and himself far away from the campsite. Jun turned towards the four eremites standing in front of him. "Now that my acquaintances are safe, I won't need to hold back." He said, unleashing the spirits trapped within his blade who clinged onto him.

The man was gifted a Pyro vision from the gods, as such he infused his blades with elemental energy, and begin to charge at them from above.

"Judgement day has come!"

Meanwhile, with Zandikk and Sohreh, they were deeper in the forest. She panted, as her hand was dragged by Zandikk who ran. "What about Jun?! We can't just leave him alone to deal with it! He's outnumbered!" She yelled out, concerned for her friends safety. Zandikk who already shared a house with the brunette showed no sympathy. He was well aware the eremites were outmatched by Jun, so he had no worries.

"I'll inform him through the Akasha terminal where we are. So when he's done with having fun, he'll know where to find us." The bluenette coldly state, hand reaching out to touch his Akasha. Jun was dodging the arrows shot at his direction along with the volts of electricity seeping through the ground. The injuries a Clearwater and sword dancer sustained was life threatening.

"You'll turn your back on your own people and even injure them? I thought Malik raised you better!" The Daythunder yelled out, getting ready to smack him with his claymore. Jun felt his veins pop up across his face. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed a wave of both water and fire attacks at the man. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

His last attack rendered the Daythunder armless. Turning around, he threw his blade towards the others back, impaling him. The brunette panted out, wiping away the blood on his face and closing his blade opening, trapping the spirit within it again.

"See you in hell, bastard."

Suddenly, he heard a sound coming from his discarded earpiece. Picking the thing up, he saw a message from Zandikk. "We're near the gigantic tree south of your location. After you're done, come here to bring us home. We'll continue this another day." The message read. Jun turned the earpiece off and placed it in his pants pocket. His shirt was torn to shreds, and there were many wounds on him. He stole the Clearwater's shirt, and placed it on himself. It was somehow a perfect fit. Grabbing one of their scarf and blindfold, he wore it and left to find his "friends", though not before retrieving his blade from the man's back.

[bedazzlingevagiatti]

A History of Milhona (Eva and Mari’s Fantasy Verse)

ooc: I’m still forming this verse and the google doc based around this universe. I used a Fantasy Name Generator for most things here because I had writers block and liked what I wrote honestly. So it’s staying. I’m no fantasy expert, this is me winging it. Trigger warnings for a brief mention of past wars I haven’t exactly fleshed out yet. 

Places

Milhona 

is a vacation town in Aquareon. It is surrounded by hot springs/warm sands and a mountain range. The hot springs along with the taverns are the towns main income. It’s a hub for travelers heading in and out of Aqueareron.The town was used as a transport and a fort for soldiers during war. Most of it’s battle scars are long gone. The surrounding forest is a hub for some alchemists.

Lavender Oak Tavern and Inn

Aquareon

The tavern that Kymil Olomenorl owns. The Elf purchased and refurbished it after the last big war occurred and helped revive Milhoma, which was in shambles. Lavender Oak was associated with the hospital Kymil used to work at being a healer. The taven itself is rather rustic, old timey, with a small garden lining the cobbelstone walkways. There is seating outback enclosed by a brick fence lined with fairy lights. All of the bedrooms are located on the second floor, ranging from cheap to price. There’s a small kitchen and bar staff, a long with a steady flow of live music.

The country that Milhona is set in. It ranges from rural countryside to busy cities, to beach towns and sea ports. It has four seasons {frostwane, icecall, greenbirth, and warmcrest) followed by festivals marking the start of each new season. The country saw bloody battles in the past due to it’s resources, but they’ve since moved on from all that. The northern part of the country is cold, ranging from light spring temperatures to all year-round frozen tundras. The middle of the country is average to warm temperatures. The south is warm and  tropical with a rainy season. 

Tobedonite Village

A Village supported by the mine not far from Milhoma. Kymil’s friend and a famed blacksmith reside here. The mine is run by Dorian Southstone one of the Mining Company Families.

Pearlhorn Port

A major sea port in the south. 

Mining Companies

Titan Hill - Northwest Tundra

Kalelian - Northeastern Tundra

Southstone - Midwest and southern territories

Boulderfield - Western Coastal Territories

People

Kymil Olomenorl - (they/them) Owner of Lavender Oak Tavern and Inn formerly a healer in the Royal Army, served his time, retired, and lived a quiet life. Kymil is haunted by what they saw on the battlefield and dislikes talking about it. The former healer heavily relies on potions to keep the memories away. Despite this, they are usually cheerful, constantly making others laugh, even taking part in the occasional prank. Kymil (and the few associates still alive) are Eva’s guide to Milmhona and most of Aqueareron. Kymil and the Olomernol clan were heavily sought after during the wars. Their healing abilities include raising moral and essentially putting a bandage over the horrific realities of war for a period of time. Leaving those feelings invincible and rejuvenated.

Rolim Olorie - (Yhri) Elder Elf that runs the Apocatheory/Potion shop and teaches lessons for intermediate and advanced levels. Yhir is willing to teach beginners but does not have patience. Yhir is quick to judge and deem who is worthy and who isn’t. Yhri helped start the Mages College, survived the wars of Milhona’s past, and like Kymil, Rolim wishes to live out a quiet life. 

Lysanthir Wynfir - (they/them, She/her)  A femme presenting Elf, takes no nonsense but enjoys casual banter with Kymil. Frequents Lavender Oak for this purpose and the food. They help keep the peace in Aqueareon after surviving the blood feuds and wars. Lysanthir met Kymil when they were wounded and brought to Milmhona during battle. 

Seasons

Frostwane:

Akin to human winter. Temperatures drop in the normally warm and average climates. Snowfall can be experienced around certain areas. The normally tropical climates see more rain and sometimes ice storms.

Icecall:

Occurs right before winter something of a mixture of fall and summer temperatures almost all over the country. More of a cloudy time. It signals the end of farming season. Desert/Dry areas see moderate temperatures. Forest areas experience certain foliage that change colors. Mountain ranges see light snowfall. Tropical areas drop in temperatures.  This is the end of severe storm season as well.

Greenbirth:

No snow or ice during this time. Thunderstorms are more frequent along with other severe storms. It's the rainy season in the desert areas. Festivals and other events fall during this time. Usually a time for weddings. Tourism booms as well. Eva visits Lavender Oak Tavern during this time.

Warmcrest:

The warmest time of the year. Desert areas are at hottest temperatures with little rain or cloud coverage. Tropical areas range from hot and humid to hot and arid. The forest areas are humid and rainy to sunny and muggy.

[westeroslive]

when  the  sun  rises  in  the  west,   the  gods  eyes  are  drawn.  may  the  seven  have  mercy  upon  you  as  we  welcome  you  to  court,   lady heeranya moraqos, liege asha greyjoy, ruling lord lorent marbrand !   now  a  victim  of  the  court,  the  bards  compare  your  beauty  to  alia bhatt, olivia cooke, nikolaj coster-waldau  as  you  play  the  game  in  the  midst  of  seasoned  nobles.

behave  and  follow  the  queen's  word  written  in  our  checklist  and  submit  your  account  within  24  hours.  

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         alia bhatt,  30,  demi - woman,  she + they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  HEERANYA  of  house  MORAQOS,  the  LADY  of  MYR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  WHIMSICAL  and  DRAMATIC  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  horseback riding.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  lettres marked with a wax seal and the lipstick print of a kiss, both a fact and a weapon to be used later on ; the devastating floods that sweep across the land, here one moment and gone the next, unable to be pinned down by anyone ; the richness of golden firelight as it flickers against your shape and casts plays in shadows along the walls, plays with the most nebulous of endings.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE TARGARYENS .          (  ooc  :  nikki .  ) * helaena zalyne's pen-pal wc

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         olivia cooke,  29,  bigender,  she + her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ASHA  of  house  GREYJOY,  the  LIEGE  of  PYKE.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  COURAGEOUS  and  HEADSTRONG  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  ax-throwing.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  the sand-washed stain against the leather of black boots until they are pale with the salt ; the bitterness of love in the back of your throat as it dissolves, refusing to remain with you regardless of how tightly you cling onto it ; eyes sliding shut against the winds of the approaching gale, breathing in the ties and the air of change, feeling your insides harden into an immovable pillar of strength to be able to face the wave to come.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE GREYJOY .          (  ooc  :  nikki .  )

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝          nikolaj  coster  waldau,  fifty2,  cis  man,  he  +  him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  LORENT  of  house  MARBRAND,  the  RULING  LORD  of  ASHEMARK.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  VENTURESOME  and  SYBARITIC  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  training  young  nobles  in  swordfighting.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  bruised  and  bleeding  cuts  —-  covered  in  wounds  ,  after  hour  upon  hour  in  the  training  yard  under  watchful  eyes  /  neglecting  anguish  and  fatigue  to  master  all  the  techniques  :  everything  for  the  craft  +  that  love  at  first  sight  haunted  your  marriage  until  its  bloodied  end  —-  there  was  no  pleasure  in  wrecking  girlhood  dreams  of  prince  charming,  but  those  children  made  those  shattered  hearts  worth  it  +  no  longer  the  young  warrior  in  the  courtyard,  your  bones  have  oxidized  like  that  crown  of  sunshine  ⸺  it  is  no  longer  golden  like  daylight,  locks  are  dark  and  rusty  like  fallen  leaves  in  autumn  air.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS  /  HOUSE  MARBRAND.          (  ooc  :  s,  24,  she/her,  cest  )