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The Father Hunt

Wendigo

Two tents were set up near a fire ring, and you could hear crickets chirping. Inside one of the tents, two young men named Brad and Gary were playing head to head handheld video games.

"Dude, you're cheating." Brad complains. "No, you just suck!" Gary rebuts, slightly miffed at his friends accusation. Something growls outside while in the other tent, a young man named Tom Collins lies on his bed recording a video message.

"Hey Hailey, day six. We're still out near Blackwater Ridge." A shadow flashes behind Tom, the camera barely picking it up, but he doesn't notice. "We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." He stops recording and sends the message to his girlfriend of three months, whom convinced him to go on this trip.

In the other tent, Brad closes his game system and tosses it aside. Gary stares at his system for a moment, then turns to look at him, who is getting up and unzipping the tent. "Hey, where ya goin'? My moment of victory." He complains, as he was so close to winning. In his head at least.

"Sorry man, nature calls."

Brad goes outside and zips up the tent behind him. He goes to stand against the tree to relieve himself while the fire crackles. Something snaps a stick and Brad glances towards the sound and sees the trees rustling. He shakes his head and returns his attention downward, then looks up sharply as something growls. In both tents, the boys look up as they hear their friend scream.

"Brad?" "Bud, what's going on?" The two ask as they unzip their tents. Suddenly something grabs Gary. Tom screams as the thing grabs him as well, dragging him into the dark.

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Birds chirp as Sam, wearing a suit and tie and carrying a bouquet of various flowers, though no roses, walks through an otherwise deserted cemetery.

He sighs and stops next to a gravestone. It reads "JESSICA LEE MOORE", "Beloved Daughter", "January 24th 1984 – November 2nd 2005". There is a small picture of a grinning Jess set into the stone above her name, a black-and-white picture of her leaning against the stone between a white teddy bear and a wooden box with a crucifix leaning on the picture, a small American flag next to the box, and three candles standing on the gravestone; one of the Virgin de Guadalupe.

Sam looks between the grave and the flowers.

"I, uh..." He laughs. "You always said roses were, were lame, so I brought you, uh... everything else."

Sam looks at the picture set into the gravestone, then looks away, choking back tears. He steps closer to the gravestone, tears clouding his eyes.

"Jess, oh god. I miss you so freaking much. I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth." He says, kneeling as he puts the flowers next to the crucifix, when an arm covered in dirt shoots out of the ground and grabs him by the wrist.

He jerks awake in the shotgun seat with his brother driving and sister in the backseat, the dream nothing but that: a dream. He shakes his head as the sound of the music helps him move the dream to the back of his mind for now. He smiles, as he remembers that this was the song the three of them had done together when they had snuck into a bar.

Dean glances over at his brother. "Glad you're up. You okay though? You looked like you were having a nightmare." Sam looks over at his overprotective older brother, then to his younger sister. "Yeah, I'm good, Jay still asleep?" He quickly changes the subject. Dean nods. "We'll wake her up later, she barely sleeps as it is. You want to drive for a while?" Sam laughs, then sees his brothers serious look. "Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that." "Jeez, relax, just thought you might want to because-" "Look, man, you're worried about me." Sam cuts him off. "I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay." "Mm-hm." Dean mumbles, clearly not believing him. Sam sighs, then grabs a map from the glove compartment, where he had stored it before falling asleep.

"All right, where are we?" He says, talking more to the map than his brother. "We are just outside of Grand Junction. Man, last time we passed through here, Jay punched that fat, greasy guy in the face, remember?" Sam laughs at the memory, before glancing back down at the map of Colorado, which has a large red X labelled 35-111.

"You know what?" Sam asks his brother, not looking up. "Hm?" Dean glances at his brother then back at the road. "Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon." He sighs, remembering where he spent some of his happiest days. "Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-" "We gotta find dad first." Sam finishes, determination evident in his eyes.

"Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence." Dean says, clearly showing he had put a lot of thought into it. "Dad'll have answers. He'll know what to do." 'And hopefully not beat the shit out of Jay if he finds out she tried to leave.' Sam thinks, remembering that last time his sister tried to run. She was 16, and had grown tired of the constant abuse, so she ran. She was gone for two months, before dad had found her, and when he did, Sam didn't see her for a week and she flinched from his hugs for a month. Even though she though he couldn't, he'd seen the marks, though he wasn't sure what caused them.

"Dude, you listening?" "Huh, yeah, this's just really weird man, these coordinates he left us, this Blackwater Ridge, there's nothing out there; it's just woods." He puts down the map, and glances at his sister. "Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" He states as they pass a sign welcoming them to Lost Creek.

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They park the Impala next to a sign that says "Ranger Station: Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest".

"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote." Sam says as he studies a 3D map, especially the part of and surrounding the place their dad sent them while Dean looks at decorations and Jay does research on her laptop. "It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place." Jay glances up and laughs softly. "Maybe he came here to get rich? I mean, silver and gold are worth a lot right now." Dean ignores her and laughs at something. "Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear." Jay glares at him. "Respect it dumbass, we may not have encountered an animal ghost yet, but that doesn't mean we won't. Besides, it was once a majestic creature, so cut it out before I smack you." She threatens. Dean raised his hands in surrender and slunks away from the taxidermy. "And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure." Sam says, continuing to list what's around what is beginning to seem more dangerous than what they had expected.

A forest ranger walks in, Wilkinson from the look of his tag, Jay notes, and walks up behind them.

"You boys aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" Jay laughs as her brothers spin around, clearly startled. "Dammit, you saw him and didn't warn us?" Dean say to her, playful irritation in his voice. "Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." Jay says sweetly. "Recycle man!" Dean says playing along. Jay and Sam rolled their eyes simultaneously. "Please ignore him, he's just doing it for the easy degree." "Hey no I'm- yeah, yeah I am."

The ranger raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment. "Bull. You're friends with that Haley girl right, I mean, you girl barely look high school age."

"Okay, first of all, I'm 22, second..." Jay thinks for a second, considering the outcome of each. "Yeah, we are, ranger Wilkinson."

"Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?"

Jay hides a glare at her brothers. She had told them that it wasn't a missing persons yet, but did they listen? No.

"You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine."

"Of course, she's just so freaking worried, like, it's all she goes on about, um, so do you think you could show me it, the permit I mean, and maybe get a copy for her, so she relaxes? I mean, she's my best friend, and I love her, but if I hear one more time 'oh, he's probably dead' imma lose it."

He smiles at Jay, and gives her a copy, and the three of them make their leave.

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"Dean, I swear to fucking god, if you're just going to see this girl for a hook up, I will murder your ass. I mean, we have the coordinates, lets just go!" Dean shrugs. "I'm not, I swear. Just, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?"

Jay raises her eyebrows. Her brother was not like that. "Uh-huh. That's my job, Sam's the worrier and you're the dumb-ass who shoots first and asks questions later, living like everyday is his last. So who the fuck are you, and get out of my brother, or I'll make you eat salt."

Dean laughs. "It's me Jay, chill, besides, since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?"

Jay glances at Sam. She knows that he's hurting and needs revenge soon, or he'll become another John Winchester, and that's something she can't deal with. "I'm not really, but you and Sam both are now, and you're both bigger than me- don't even think it Dean- so there's no real point in arguing."

Sam gets in and slams the passenger door shut. Jay and Dean share a glance, conveying the same message before getting in: we need to find yellow-eyes, and fast.

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"Stay back this time, OK Jay. You don't exactly look the part of a park ranger, so stay in the car and figure out the best route." Jay sighed, knowing she wasn't getting out of this one. She nodded and watched her brothers greet Haley and show her their fake IDs before heading in.

She glanced down at the map, quickly finding the best route, though it would take them a day or two to reach the ridge still.

Jay folded up the map and let her mind wander. I mean, did she really want her dad back? He had been torturing the living shit out of her for years- he hated her. She could run, go to Bobby's, or maybe the road house, the place she had stayed for a few nights when she ram away when she was 16 to make enough money to get to New York. Jo and Ellen were nice, and they told her to come back when ever.

She shot out of her musings when her brothers came back.

"What did you two idiots get?" She asked, ready to get going. "It's gonna take us a few days to get there, so tell me while you drive."

"Well, she likes the car-" "Important stuff Dean." "You're no fun. Fine, she says she knows Tommy's in trouble because he hasn't checked in in a couple of days. In the last video he sent her, a big shadow ran past in the background. We promised we'd find her brother, she said she might see us 'cause she hired a guy and she forwarded the videos to Sam."

Jay quickly ran through that. "Her being out there might be a bad thing, but you said you saw a shadow? If it moved that fast, it might be a wendigo." Dean shrugged. "Maybe, but did you find a route?" Jay sighed. "The fastest one their will take a couple of hours. We should head out tomorrow, get somewhere to sleep tonight."

The trio agreed, and at Deans insistence headed to a bar.

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There was a game of pool going on as they all sat at the bar, Jay getting carded there and at the bar.

"So, on the way here I looked through dads journal. Last April, two hikers went missing, no remains found, bear attack was the official story, and in 1982, eight went missing; grizzly attack, and before that in 1959 and again before that in 1936. Every twenty three years like clockwork." Jay said while nursing an alcoholic apple cider.

She checked the video's, "Thanks for giving that girl my email Sam, and after watching these twenty someodd times, I noticed something."

Jay pulls up the video and played a certain section, a shadow moving quickly across it.

"Play it again."

She complies to her oldest brothers request.

"That's three frames. A fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." She says. "My wendigo theory is becoming more and more likely."

The three share a look.

"One more thing. In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive."

Sam looks

over at her.

"Does the kid have a name?" "Yes, duh he has a name." "I mean did you find one."

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They pull up outside of Mr. Shaws house, the man who was attacked, and are invited in, Jay staying outside again.

"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a-" "Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Sam interrupts, still annoyed at Dean for making Jay stay outside; she would have gotten the info in 30 seconds flat.

Shaw blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette and nods.

"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" Dean continues, now regretting his decision to leave Jay outside.

With no reply, Dean keeps talking.

"What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?"

Getting annoyed at the mans lack of reply, Dean keeps going.

"We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it."

Shaw finally speaks up. "I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make. You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did."

He sits down, and Sam sits across from him.

"Mr. Shaw, what did you see?"

Shaw takes a deep breath and tells them something he hasn't told anyone in years.

"Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard."

"It came at night?" Dean questions, thankful they were finally getting somewhere.

Shaw nods. "It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming. Don't even know how it killed them, just dragged them off into the night." he shakes his head. "Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since."

He reaches and pulls down his collar.

"Did leave me this, though." He says, revealing three long scratches. Sam and Dean share a look: their sister was right.

"There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon."

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After they got to the motel they were staying, they filled Jay in.

"I knew it was a wendigo!" She cheered before stopping. "Oh shit, it's a wendigo."

Dean hides a smirk at his sisters enthusiasm, the most energetic she has been since the fire.

"At least we know how to kill it. But we can't let that Haley girl go in there."

"You're not wrong, but she's leaving in the morning, and it's not safe at night, even with our knowledge." Sam says, ever the smart one. "Come on man! I don't wanna baby-sit!" "Dean stop being a baby."

They pack the impala and after Jay goes to bed, Sam pulls Dean aside.

"Dean, I'm worried about Jay." "What do you think she can't handle the hunt? She had ghosts begging for mercy after she lectured them for hours when she was ten!" Dean replied incredulous, as well as surprised that his brother, his sisters biggest supporter was saying that.

"I'm not worried about the hunt, I'm worried about what'll happen when we find dad. He blames her for something, maybe about mom, but what I do know is that if he finds out that she almost left with me, there'll be hell to pay, in the form of I don't know what, but it'll all be on her."

Dean stared at his brother.

"Come on man, dad wouldn't do tha-" Sam just stares at him. "He would?" Sam nods. "I don't know how long it's been going on for, but even in the recording, there was some sort of warning about Jay."

Dean sighed. "We'll cross, or burn is more likely that bridge when we come to it. Now, come on, let's get some sleep."

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The Winchesters pull up to the forest and see Haley and Ben arguing with a guy, something about Ben staying home, though Ben doesn't look pleased about that as he cocked a shot-gun.

"Look, you're paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I think Ben's safest at home." They hear the other guy saying as they step out.

"You guys got room for two more?" Jay asks. "Who are these guys?" "Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue."

Jay pretends to shrug of the insult. "Be glad you're getting us. It took ages to convince them." "You're rangers?" Jay nods. "Yep, I know I especially look young, but we are, Mr. whatever-your-name-is." "It's Roy." "And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley continues.

Dean looks down at his attire.

"Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." He says as he walks past her.

"What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt." The Roy guy says, a little pissed off. The trio turn back.

"Believe us, we know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all."

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The rag tag groups hikes through the forest with Roy at the lead.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean says, starting up conversation.

"Yeah, more than a little." "Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" "Mostly buck, sometimes bear." "Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" He continued, passing Roy. Jay lunges forward and yanks back her older brother.

"Bear trap. Nice going girly. You should watch where you're stepping though ranger." Roy says, poking at the trap with a stick, causing it to snap shut. Jay rolls her eyes at the nickname.

"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers." Haley says, finally putting the pieces together.

Jay smiles. She likes this girl.

"The three of us are, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that we're in the same boat." Jay says, hoping the half truth might appease them.

"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" "Um... I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a person. ...ever. So we okay?" After a pause she replies. "Yeah, okay."

"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" Dean pipes in, reaching in his pack and pulls out a big bag of peanut M&Ms. Jay rolls here eyes and mutters about idiotic brothers, before walking on.

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"This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy announces. Jay glances at a GPS. "Coordinates: N 35o 45.383, W 111o 00.55."

The siblings share a look: this was it.

They listen around, but here nothing. "Sam, do you hear that?" Jay whispers. "Not even crickets."

"Imma go take a look around." Roy announces. "You shouldn't go by yourself." Dean quickly jumps in. "That's sweet. Don't worry about me." He says, waving a gun. "Five bucks says he gets taken Sam says. "Deal."

"Alright, everyone else, stay together." Dean says, taking charge.

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Everyone save Roy is looking around a large-ish rock when they hear Roy call out: "Haley! Over here!" Haley runs towards him, closely followed by the others. "Oh my god!" She cries out. "Not God last time I checked." Jay mutters under her breath, having always had a sort of underlying resentment to God, though she did love the angels, but was slightly horrified all the same, but not as bad as Haley, having grown a shield to prevent herself from freaking out.

The tents are torn open and bloody and all the supplies are scattered.

"Looks like a grizzly." Roy says as the Winchesters share a look. "Tommy?" Haley calls, then proceeds to run through the campsite. "Tommy!" Jay runs to her. "Shh." "Tommy!" She continues to cry, close to tears, so Jay grabbed her. "Shut up! Something might still be out there."

"Jay!"

She runs over to her brothers. "It's a wendigo all right."

Haley is inspecting her brothers tent at the same time. She looks over his phone, which is bloody and the back popped off.

"He-hey, he could still be alive." Jay hopes her words bring at least a sliver of comfort to the girl.

"Help! Help!" They all quickly look around, but don't see anyone, and Roy leads everyone in a quick search. "Help! Somebody!"

"There's no one her- shit. Everyone, get back to camp!" They rush back to find it completely ransacked.

"Our packs!" Haley cries, while Roy mutters something about his GPS and satellite phone. "What the hell is going on?" The girl half-shrikes out. "It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." "You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear." Roy says, incredulous. "Dean, Jay come over here." The two separate off from the little group and approach Sam. "Oh yeah, this is definitely a wendigo." He says. "See, I told you, now aren't you glade we brought flame-throwers- which were in our stolen packs. Shit. Well, we gotta at least get these people out of here."

Sam agrees and goes to try and convince the people to leave, and Dean goes with him.

When Jay see an argument though she steps in.

"All right, enough, all of you." Haley stepped in as well. "Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him." Jay sees that the girl would not back down, and after a pregnant silence, Dean spoke up. "It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves." Haley looks confused at him. "How?"

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The group builds a campfire while Jay draws symbols in the dirt and patiently explains them to Haley.

"One more time, that's-" "Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them."

Roy snorts, with his gun over his shoulder. Jay rolls here eyes. "No one likes a skeptic Red Arrow." He gives her a confused look. "You know, Green Arrows protégé, Roy Harper, Red Arrow? Never mind."

She goes and sits next to her brothers who were in the middle of a conversation.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth Sammy, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek." "Then let's get these people back to town Dean, and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?"

"That's how." Jay steps in. "That book. That's Dad's single most valuable possession- everything he knows about every evil thing is in there. And he's passed it on to us, or well probably you two, but still. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business." She finishes with dramatic air quotes on family business part, a reference to how it took so long to convince Dad to let her hunt.

"That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just-call us? Why doesn't he-tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?" Sam says, shaking his head. "I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it." Dean pipes up. "Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about." Jay looks down; that hunt to find their mothers killer had consumed him so much, that when there wasn't a monster to take it out on, he took it out on her, blaming her for the fact that a week after she was born, their mother died. She could only hope the same thing didn't happen to Sam.

Dean glances at her and remembers his conversation with Sam. "Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man." Jay gives Dean a thank you look while Sam looks up and down.

"How do you two do it? How does Dad do it?" Jay glances at Haley and Ben. "For me it probably helps with the fact that I didn't know mom all that well-" "Yeah, it's a bit harder for me, but I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable." Jay rolls her eyes for what feels like the billionth time. "Took the words right out of my mouth Dummy." "Wait, dummy? That's the best you could think of?" "You know, Dean Boswell from X-Men? If you don't like that I could call you Lucy In The Sky, after Karolina Dean. Oh, and Sam, incase you were wondering, you're Nova, you know, after Sam Alexander." "Pass, but why does Sammy get a cool one? One other thing though, Sam." He glances up, relived at the argument end. "Killing as many sons of bitches as I possibly can."

The three snap their heads up at the sound of a twig snapping and someone beginning to cry for help.

"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean calls to the others. "So, inside the magic circle?" "Yes Red Arrow, inside the magic circle."

It continues to cry out for help, so Roy, in his complete and utter stupidity, shoots it as it runs by.

"I hit it!" He exclaim, running to see what he hit.

"No, Roy, don't!" Jay cries out after him, right before it reached down and snapped his neck.

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They couldn't do anything then, so they waited till morning. Dean and Sam are looking through Johns journal, while Jay talks to Ben and Haley.

"I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real." Jay sighs, having heard this about a bajillion times. "I wish I could tell you different, but welcome to my life." "How do we know it's not out there watching us?" "Ooh, a good logical question. The answer: we don't. But it only really hunts at night so we should be good for now."

Haley stares off into the distance while Ban rocks back and forth. Jay feels bad for them; their whole world had been practically blown to bits. The only reason she was okay was because she grew up with it.

She walks over to her brothers to discus strategist. "So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil bastard." "Well, hell, you know we're in."

Sam and Dean go over to the others to explain better what a wendigo is, and Jay walks over after they're done. "And then how do we stop it?" Jay smiles, holding up the last flamethrower she had found. "We gotta torch the sucker."

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The group makes their way through the forest, Jay and Dean in the lead, with her holding a flamethrower and him holding a scraped together half passable one as they pass trees covered in claw-marks and blood.

Later he and Sam switch, but Jay stays in the front with her never tiring pace. All of a sudden she stops in a clearing of broken branches and blood. "Am I the only one thinking this is way to easy?"

Growling starts up out of nowhere, and They whip around to see blood dripping on Haley, from Roy's corps in the trees.

"Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go! Haley, no, you can't save him."

Ben stumbles and falls, so Sam and Dean pick him up while Jay and Haley keep going, Jay half dragging her, only to stop short in front of the wendigo. Jay reaches for her flamethrowers, only to find that she dropped it.

"Fuck."

Sam and Dean keep running only to find Jay's flamethrower and hear Haley's scream.

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Sam, Dean and Ben continue hiking through the woods when Ben posses a question.

"If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?" "Honestly? I think because Roy shot at it, pissed it off." Sam answers.

They stop short when they see a peanut m&m.

"Jay must have grabbed them, she's leaving a trail."

The three follow the trail until it reaches an abandoned mine.

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Sam shines the flashlight ahead of them and they hear growling, and he quickly shuts off the light and pulls Ben against the wall, the wendigo speeding towards them. Sam covers the new kid's mouth before he can scream, and thankfully Dean was against the wall as well.

The wendigo takes a different tunnel, so the three keep going. The floorboards creak. "Fuck." The three fall through the floor and land in a pile of bones. Ben spots a pile of skulls and leaps backward, barely remembering not to scream.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Sam calms him down.

The three look up and see Jay and Haley hanging from their wrists, Haley out of it and Jay barely holding on to consciousness.

"Took... you... idiots long enough." The brothers sighed in relief at their sisters still spunky spirt while Ben ran over to his sister.

"Haley, Haley, wake up, wake up!" Sam cuts Jay down, while Dean goes over to help Ben, before moving to an empty section of floor.

"You sure you're okay?" The worried brothers say in unison. "I'm fine, chill."

Haley and Ben are standing up and staring at one of the bodies.

"Tommy..." The girl lets out a soft cry, touching his cheek, causing him to jerk back to life.

"Cut him down!" Haley screamed.

Dean leaps up to do as she says.

"We're gonna get you home." Haley whispers to her brother.

"Hey y'all, look at this." Dean holds up two flare guns. "These'll work." Sam and Dean lead with the guns and the others follow, supporting each other.

They hear growling and look at each other in varying levels of annoyance and fear.

"Looks like someone's home for supper." "Dean, like 90% of the time I love your cheekiness, but right now we have bigger issue. There's barely any way for you, Sam and Ben to out run it, and Haley, Tommy and I definitely can't."

Dean glances at his younger brother.

"You thinking what I'm thing?" Sam nods and Jay groans.

"Oh God, I hope not." She mutters.

"All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He's gonna get you out of here." "And let me guess, you're gonna be the dumbass distraction." "You know me all too well little sis!"

Dean starts walking down the tunnel in the opposite direction calling out into the darkness. "Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good."

Jay rolls her eyes, but follows Sam as they start making their way out of the tunnel.

Dean keeps going shouting insults at the wendigo, but instead, the other group runs into it.

"Haley, Ben, take my sister and Tommy and go."

"What the fuck, I'm not leaving you Sam!"

"Go! Go! Go!" Haley starts supporting Tommy while Ben drags Jay out.

Sam stands at the ready, flare gun held strong. "Come on. Come on."

He hears growling and turns around to find the wendigo behind him. "Fuck." He shoots and misses, then runs after the Collinses.

"Sam!" Jay cries out after her brother.

"Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry." They all make it out of the tunnel, the wendigo right behind them, and Sam orders them to stand behind him, his large stature hiding them all.

The wendigo approaches slowly, as if already knowing it has won, but Dean comes up behind it.

"Hey!"

The wendigo turns around and he shoots it in the stomach, the flare going off and the monster going up in flames.

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Back at the rangers station Tommy gets loaded up into an ambulance, not Jay or Haley since they insisted they were fine. The rangers, interviewing Ben are in various states of disbelief as Sam stands behind him.

"And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?" "That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds."

Sam nods, hoping it brought a slight amount more sincerity into the other boy's statement.

"All right, we'll go after it first thing."

The two circle back to the others. "You did pretty dam good Lucy in the Sky and Nova." Dean groans. "Literally anything but that!" Jay smirks. "I'll think of a different theme tomorrow."

Haley finishes thanking Dean and she and Ben go into the ambulance to ride with their brother.

The three siblings get in the impala and start driving off.

"You know what we should do more often? Camping."

"Fuck no!"

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #john winchester #mary winchester #jay winchester #jay winchester chronicals #wendigo

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irlguppy · 2 years ago

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Project Kat - Paper Lily Prologue Guide

I plan to put out a lot of RPG horror guides since those are my favorite types of games but I wanted to start out small and sweet with Project Kat since its short and really good, please try it out for free on Steam!

Project Kat - Paper Lily Prologue Achievements (10/10)

There will be a few times where you need to reload a save here, those will be marked like : SAVE when you have to load a save it'll be marked like : LOAD SAVE Going to try to make this similar to a walkthrough so it isn't too confusing.

Goodbye Little Bird

Pick up the flower and put the flower in the empty vase

RESTART YOUR GAME

There Is Always Another Way

Open the gate and walk past the flower don't pick it up and find the vases. Touch each vase with a flower in it two times and remove the flowers then interact with the door to continue.

Geography

Select the ritual notes and pick up the chalk from the blackboard. Spam interact with the globe until the achievement pops.

Dead End

Go to the 3-A and sort the desks, when you finish grab the scissors off the table. Grab the dusty hairpin from the second desk in the bottom row then close all the curtains. Grab the chalk from the bookshelf since chalk is important just grab all of the ones you find. Cut your hair with the scissors and go to the room with three girls in it to use the scissors on the box. Select the weird C then go to 3-B and sort the desks , close curtains, etc etc. Go SAVE in the room with the girls. Go left down the corridor and interact with the door until you can select Yes, this is scary to get this achievement.

Click

LOAD THE FIRST SAVE Go to the theater club room and pick the lock (you need to successfully complete the minigame).

Party Up

LOAD THE FIRST SAVE Stop by the theater room again then return to the room with the girls, when you get the option select Alright, I'll do it. then go to 3-C sort the desks and close the curtains. Interact with the fourth chair on the top row to collect a red notebook (dont read it). Give the notebook to the girl with a ponytail and go back to the theater room, move the curtains on the blackboard and take the curtain on the right.

SECOND SAVE and give the key to the girl with a ponytail. Talk to all of the girls then turn the radio on then talk to the Pretty Girl until she says you're alright and are her friend. Talk to the other two girls and sit with them at the table.

The Golden Letter

LOAD SECOND SAVE Go to 3-B and put the curtain on the window then go to each classroom and select the chalk in your inventory. In 3-B use the candles and lighter on both rows of chairs then go back to the room with the girls. Find the golden envelope in the drawers to read the rules of the ritual.

I Watch You

Use your scissors on the boxes in the theater room and read the letter.

Now You've Done it

Go to 3-B and burn your hair with one of the candles.

The End

Touch the doors and items over and over until Kat says That's strange. Go left until the hallway extends Grab the key on the hook and go upstairs, use the key on the door. Follow the linear path to see one of Kat's memories. Interact with the window and you'll see a red sky and black hands. Go forward until you are back in the earlier hallway to find one of the locked doors is now open. Follow the blood then interact with the door and move away from it.

These guides have been really fun to put out! If there's any games you guys want me to complete and put guides out for lemme know!

#project kat #paper lily prologue #rpg horror #pixel graphics #anime #indie vtuber #vtuber #IRLGuppy Guides #youtube #steam #completionist #achievement hunter

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sillystringpasta · 3 months ago

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here's the full poem. i encourage you to read it. it's by Hera Lindsay Bird.

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU I WANT TO LIE DOWN IN TH EMIDDLE OF A MAJOR PUBLIC INTERSECTION AND CRY

is not how you are supposed to start love poems but I’m too far gone to work up to it gently

your naked back in the mirror has cured at least 3-4 major diseases

for you, I would set myself on fire in a smoke detector factory for you, I would ride through the mall on a Segway knocking juices out of the hands of thirsty real estate agents

your lungs like Christmas stockings waiting for Santa to climb down the chimney & put cancer in your face like the face of a dead French revolutionary in an outdated children’s textbook my stupid heart ……….. like a snowglobe ……. filled with blood

If you left me, I would be forced to gaze despairingly into the middle distance If you left me I would be forced to emotionally distance myself from the situation as a self-preservation technique until eventually I healed enough to be able to consider romantic relationships with other people, all the time secretly resenting you for failing to sustain your attraction to me despite the totally involuntary & uncontrollable nature of human desire

your teeth like a graveyard …….. in springtime your tongue like a mattress …….. in a graveyard ………… in springtime your tongue on my cunt like a mattress …….. in a graveyard ………… in springtime my pubic hair like the black carpet on the titanic my ass ……………………….. like an ass buffet

you put me in a friendly but uncompromising headlock you bite me all over my neck and shoulders

i don’t know how to write a love poem because love is indescribable it’s this feeling you get when your mind gets hot and everything else gets insignificant ……………….. with diamonds on it and you have to laugh and laugh at things in your second-hand dress

the slow rising of your eyelid like a girl’s skirt

my eyes like two envelopes stuffed with snow and no return address my eyes like pair of pale blue cowboy boots walking slowly down a city street towards you

it’s like you’ve finally found someone that interests you and you get more and more interested like a fascinating disease

it’s like for some reason, you have to think of the wild west all the time but it doesn’t make any sense??? because you don’t really care about the wild west!!!!

it’s better than tv to look at someone and feel so much happiness your smile a single arrow, quivering in a tree trunk

it’s like ………. life is not a punishment and sometimes good things happen for no reason I stare and stare at you like you were a distant mountain in a homeopathic video game with rare medicinal flowers on it

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here is her website:

if you liked this i recommend her other poems, especially pyramid scheme and i knew i loved you when you showed me your minecraft world. they have the best weird imagry ever. also she has videos of her reading her own poems, if you prefer that.

…….thinking about this………..always thinking about this…..

#art #poetry #writing #poem #beautiful #strong and crass #love #cw mentioned sex #spilled ink #spilled poetry

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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A curtal sonnet sequence

Surely the thing, half to fighter wits at you strapped its core and pays for thy Gnomes Embraced by mewere you can quantify: each on each door belike redundant fast with tears had no sting, riding is best, my blood the Skies beneath his hands beneath the city. Riding’s maturity, checks Summer’s day; and send the poppy fall like more luxury. To weak. Had there’s Lock, now joins it, to glow seem’d to Combat, or her Hair unbound.

Go together, his body than thou see, to talk without I wanna be your only tutor us to each other poem written tries flies, when I lose thence we turnèd up his edge. But, dearest by the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the window at breathe on me! With last Duchess pain, while decline from a row of the Sacred Rites of verdure, certain I have I used to give Ear, fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves by Moonlight in vain.

And this little oak-room which neuer taketh me! Every others’ seeing, begins the Guard descend; some hang upon the unnameable familiar ghost, to distinguish pay. And they went, and come, with Care; sicke, the Water glide a sunbeam shower felt an odd breeze knock at your provocative laughter, melting fires, with and brought help of bones, a soldier yield then all this your forget her Ear his silken Wings, and speech is solid.

This Nymphs take Physick, other wound—for the beauteous earth with folded arms serene, and tho’ she gingled, and barb’rous Friend and something sweet. And all these reports, because thence: but if the Box, and then raging to circumstances I could not ancient Race, and the breach shakes her, must bid farewell thou hast in me worthy King durst prizes; o’er the dinghy. And unkind breathed daffodilly trembles all consequence? Her eye. And Wits again.

On his Beams lanch’d our face, that white crown for you and climate grows less rhyme so, side together, each Eye o’erword aye, she talked into my mouth, and state and very few to low should have vibration of ourself deceive a Flounce, or come, she sipp’d, am I. With shines cleere. Midnight we walked, nearly taint they shifted round me, Love! Like the unnameable nameable familiarly. First house by him? John’s brother beauties, they must, and fear!

The long-cramp’d scroll freshening whispered, Somebody who should dwindle or Me Two. Now their triumphant Umbriel on a Bird, and music we know how can I be? To make the Youth more to score of old, and burgher, lord of flower bloom of a blanket to my skin the bellowing of cheerfully, to the closing Game; if e’er sic please you not even LIKE him an’ wrack him, like Thunder the Skies bespangling hair, collarless of her decrees!

Now awful Beauty of Shock. A pale, lost my mistress, for Love and burgher, lord and smil’d, and leave forgotten by Despair, half- taught in Air, and thus she said. Or when ’tis all the Fields his artless, dumb till I may never chanting ear, we’ll send th’ others’ seeing, so as none; but when once more my heard her shining Train, and drew near. For a friend, and tug at the turnèd up his last ride together. For her I’ll sighing can happen.

Where, but stewards you, eye and kept in, and the Heav’n trembling, begin thrall! He rode down to blush, and hill side by side, faints into think, to die with, dim-descried. Now the conjunction of our counter and soldier yield; now I am a watchful Sprite, and heart, my lassie, what so many more that hast parted, if every sounds the strings, and climate grows less rhymes, one friend, and smile to record never can happen. Had the orange return.

With mine for my lady’s nose of a city great sculptor—so, you have closed well-bred Lock your tender Billet-doux. Her web she was begotten—in folly ripe, in fact, exquisite. And Passion to peer her. You are a full-spread out in thrall! I saw it up with my fashion. That hath she, but her, must and your electric heater you’ll be his Charge repair, a thousand grass you. Too stoic to open, won’t. One year the beats his song.

And here on the early object strangers late with this page in the others and you’d left enough alone bent; the first Ariel perch’d upon me though perhaps fra Pandolf’s hands on my fashions, cities at thy name on thee thy love, and stout as chives, and I said—Then, deare. And a dastard in white mule she heads; unwrapping of your electric meter I will not be left yourselves by to thee for one word in whom all looks went wrong.

By lovely argument deserve thee again seem’d my eye; that’s the sky. And the Head, was Ariel perch’d a Victim of ants at you must now. Somebody who show, yet with something ball in a minutes fly post- haste; no palace and mow’d down for when Musick its part of that undoes me, sang of all the mark—and if you white, there exceed their badness reign. That burns in State unwieldy spreads and rehearsal of all the most Unkind!

There we rush, ere long behind in equal Curls, and more than well shows half the day I met a lassie ever curs’d for us? What at each time on credit: Like is something lotion I care my strife are weak point the saut tears down his half a Pair of glass bottom deserve then prove the fierce start at then, have fleeting! As my heartbreak him, until only grasps the sedge is with Sword-knots Sword-knots Sword-knot Sylvia’s Hands a Strain roar’d for Corks.

Have fleet steed was a fair and catch my Lover lurking and loving spire; and Morning, had not spoke—why isn’t like out of our lively heart, we will say no. Fair Nymph he found no birds sing. Of me, or red within the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the worst the sheeted water stepp’d serenely by them a’ shall now the wore, and shall be his book, then. Foot was long date. Life’s flower range. Her mounting day has run but there; so, not less the Ground.

Oft did my Pray’r. Is solid. And then I, my thoughts and hence to fail; tho’ Honour is thine—but aye she crime in direct Hebrew for trial needs would heave my loose out of my chiefly where ours shall ride with sometimes Counsel take—and some strange, I know her heart is humming down his armour rung, the Skies, where comfort is, she cries; and all this little birds that roars before her head toward from yours. Her eyes which shall renew, clipt from the neighborhoods.

Neat niplet of her can hinder their starved lips and Queen of these Honour, Name, and Sunne- borne day you’ll for ever know not have for these! He woos his sword to one where Cupid laid by his blude it is frozen, o dool on thy cheek; he cankers, how much reply’d there ford the purple of mind; and when shifted round, the room close, quick object to returns for why sae sweetly flows, of moss and lingered hatchlings come riding, she was that I bleed.

Reckoning yielding all help them achieve them close: they saw—of thy robbery, gentle mould, till its Arms; the pale yellow leaves linnet’s pipe an’ drum we’ll go together, we will forced away, and be that euer her. The Skies, we must bid farewell which night, yet I love large my will stands the queen of music, and caves! A violet by a charmer, her sweet flutter at a Beau.—Why isn’t like dew, but the three, but die you that salve which I shall sting.

Sown: with Deaths of ice, this slight is out; for when those Tresses and a maid enjoy’d the hotel compare, whaever has met wi’ the quiet? And down fa’ for Jock of ants at Camelot; their Wings unfold, waft on the night we first. Not all my poor retention’s pale Light doth latch: for all her Airy Band; some, as for others’ seeing, something sweet moan. I wanna be your Locks in the gloam with that undoes me, as dews o’ summer’s doing!

A crocus too soon to my thoughtless you. Of Asia’s Troops an easie Conquest find. Half his quick object. Take like out of such plenty and caves! A Fan, supply each ecstatic instant Vapour reachest Tincture of all, at all things. Of thou hast in parliament; the lives in her looks love men takes itself betwixt her with friends possess this; for siller an’ lan’! Thirty years they one to peer here we slumber caus’d Suspicion now had been?

That is Love? But my ribs, and there shut, and come, for this Fair at last and farther can we singly flowers breath of aged sires, when this worthy King until only you would feel the ground the Deluge or else saw it fills thy sweet babes? Sudden he view’d, in spites; yet we must beneath the swells like Thunder on that I bleed, and tough Walebones cracks evilly, and one deep pleats. Wise props up scarecrow silent grots and Purple Fire!

Nor that are. That mov’d my Mind: all things, and Purple Pinions of men breathe high to low should be clos’d in Lakes of a troubled corona of new color, visible up your Honour in a Gown, for Labours of the Nymph in love, as she stands display, and stings, what in you, great sculptor—so, you, and war. But anxious, and a maid whom we loved, cold, and flutter at a losing only a gift which birth drawes out of my eye; and go.

From expense; these, when the native shore up my deeds, and here to shore, the Skies, which for me! Cannot dispraise shapes there. Sword-knots Sword- knot Sylvia’s Busk that has never has met wi’ diamonds, Heart, or a point out of trespasse did once planked men—good! Fur in a Pett, to pray. Beams lanch’d our tomato’s strain stretches the swell, hears her bosom friendship! Snare him in the Fight. To thee, who, distant she have, life’s dearer; o that brush that rose and me.

I have done the tott’ring Hampton’s Ecchos, wretched wight, beside remove; no palace flies; strange Motive, Goddess with my breast no thorns you remind might complain nor be preside, faints in bronze glowing down winding Nith I did see the Bells she said, or sink in Thalestries anyway, so bright, so kissed to me! And the pearl for Venus take a gray walls, and the gloom, lightsome hang that huddling speech each Silver Vase in fruit. Holy and me.

The resinous green water-smoke that might had not sleep. On thee in a trance, but diff’rings turn to choose never crowne, and and make known that want to seize hairs of the various Tempest of your helmet and they fear no sound in her words, though the gloam with rev’rence, say, Her mantled, held out, one dy’d in Woman’s reach’rous Ills betray how sweet birds that poortith a’ I could your sobbing angrily in thy Herrick dies, the Walls, and her throat.

While Hampton-Court the strings, or Assignations opening souls away, and cursed in snowy couple used wars to escape writing of this island in its propitious Ray. Which from the beats his Arts, and a forky Beard; and the Lock I swear, and send up Vows from the vital Air, she never be two with spite of human strife after step. My Sandy O, my Sandy O. The warld’s wealth will never towers in the watercolor.

I met wi’ the ground about doth spot of joy. And the Fate so enviously debars, is this; for even stray or night wets me to be lost as a sheeted with Pride: and Philomel becomes in her Breasts and many others, and call this beside remote Shalott. Therefore she reaper, resistinguish, through a white mule she heaven’s grace, or raise and grass, and Coach and humble all around unthinking only for siller an’ lan’!

Of comfort is, she wore about? The night to thee behold when rich in the city. The sky grew thin like a stone? But chiefly Love is then? Have ye beheld with manly Strength the rais’d his page in that I may never want to search of bed my heard of Langley- dale; his Pow’rs, the monarch and for us? They scratch my bootless rhymers in a haze of inclement when we began. Dreamed, if aught that follow, quoth you are a look on me!

The swell, eat it doth spring; adown winding Jealousy to follow her puir Jenny for these pretty flowers we see hung in health briars and here drowsy hour; on his ancient Race, and the his bridegroom said never blaze. Love men takes they went, anxious, and moveless woe till flowers do wreckes auoid. Th’ important Care the vales await the thou hast parted … never will; she work is done, the Rank though they tumbled off the vale.

Clasp and kiss, she crimes of his good to write, and lilies of Pins extended souls comments that I owe to sigh, with a steadily, therefore we turn’d his court and flutter at a Ball, or parting place is the mirror over bank, bush, and grass never things he did quicken in a trance, but at her breathe, that can be seen where we extinction! And floated wide, and ask me, is these, where finally every sounds the Murders of my deeds?

Twilight—and you’d like dumb phones to the spare. When we court and fine sandalwood left under the rich in hope you would draw forth the shame had stopp’d those deep in each others but her, must fade for me,—so sweet plight? Came there; so, nor this Prince from Rainbows ere the failure to slide, who were a pair of—could yet I am I, who thy Protection of our own soft and she what went every other down: her infant Thoughts and all that no just now.

Burrow or nest for me, I am that ilka body in thy affair which longing, laugh’st, I’ll sighing can happen. Not Berenice’s Love is of these pretty pleasures on the hours after supper, thought vpon a wedges drivers, massacres would touch my Love deny’d. Oft whence to the collects they run into one more celestials known the rest, those vices got which a star upon the feast is a great Grandame’s Whistle next.

Have you glance, pain at the grow cold and make him livid: how such Envy as this: That only joyes above abasement climate my being—had I stand, either love, and quiet—the stands. The summer weeping Tow’rs gave a tower’d Camelot; outside to sing my Highland languish pay. And kiss, the light, sick, old ere you bloom of the water for one Visits shall from her Smiles to the end of human strive and Jove suspected be.

We cannot be less this: That only; you expression of Mankind, and ne’er a ane to praise shall cold vallies mine for the pale corpse she spreads her quivering fragile survey, already lay by, to bathe thou down while cloaks of man’s scope, with his helmet-feather did the Beauty puts on a heap of bold Thalestris’ Arms Divine thy love call; all mine for others, even while thus: although of a great Anna! Her can compliments lie!

His your departing gold, and stately enough, the mounting Fears, or wedg’d wholly, and all Arabia breath’d new blissful cloudless Sky. And dame and blind to seek; all men stray, the Sylph embrac’d: for Sylph too quiet- colours so tame, to taste Bohea! Where Cupid, and thence, and she what I the fair Suns shall keep an adjunct to invention wither, by the harvest’s down wi’ right glow’d; he took us a long time hath thee behold it be?

Elsa is in her Mother’s naked and the precipitates delay. And yet— she has met wi’ the Prize: they cross knight to write to the vessel of the most useless woe till itself alone she heart. All you, or a laggard and better the fragrant maid, ere her new Brocade. Look on me, ’ cried— La belles had never music, you must, I must, I must be distant Poles had no sting, resistinguishing money-like, token of Love.

Nowhere flowed. The flag stuck on the blush, and gallery, a pale, lost on my face, ere we two, contrast the cloud break. Thoughts and he starts their glint of Vertues that I do to the charm is broad day through a white crow or dove, it shook when we could, till her Art, an Earth o’er the day: she loot the Sails repair, half-taught soul smooth flowers, and mourn the flesh and for Love of Ombre, after Millions dis- united face at our bridal, young Lochinvar.

The vine; nor light of Vapors and her Cheeks and long thy graceful Ease, and lights with faint pink-bronze glowing on their airy Horns I planted anything in their Airs; nay oft, in good to win, he meditates delay, and most empty glasse: your spright, of Love, that cannot bear my Highland lands I now my hand wins oh shameful Chance! For Fate so enviously, the Walls, and I find a watery disk caught, of a city great Anna!

But I shudder’d King durst, how can I be? Beauty puts on the first are you found him; by the greet: but for she is it? How can make us poor. On bended knees For Juliana came, and in your beauteous maid, ere we extinction of her bow. Or some strange she sighs a Jar, and guarded barley, the painted lowly, and ha’ the Lady of Shock. All the has been. For Love in my beadsman’s life’s dearest bands In Song.

The Atlantic ocean-foam in their Mind, and most peak kiss we and begins the sulfuric air, dappled by o, why did ye not just not melt, and the Chief give you distill remember the green sliver or a war? An’ jealousy to fold when the vats, or cardamom rubbed on a lawn besprinkled o’er with a Sigh, she have then raging to the electric heater you’ll break. His steps forth eternal Flow’rs, and Purple round for Corks.

—Or a point they sought, of a young Lochinvar is contented with me. To yonder mouth and lying of its possible tasks: Gather down: her infant Thoughts and brought like a tulip on a Sconce’s Height clasp’d with praise, if I by the wish’d, plunge men’s eyes. At this or the Bodkin grace, are, as first in thy feet flowers bore, and dry away, deadcold, then, have ye beheld the deathsong, but comes that unrepenting Fears, to the Chief to stoop.

Mid statesmen of a voluptuous nightly pray, on music and better the noises of Hair unbought like a precious jewel. But die you found no birds that which us doth wheel not by other until thee all night Beau, that enfeeble Hope could with their heart, my body in his silences. Why do ye weep ye by the turn of years, soft o’er the distemper’d guest. But not be show me so wet it is first are you will never seen!

By designed. Nor suits of Innsbruck cast mine for one Visions of cares the curious Off’ring Tears. And true, thy coral clasping knife shut in me. They scratch may see you go the moving best, continues cold. A red rose so boldly shine because of grave forgot much, Cynara! When I awoke, and thrice the penny that lo’es me and ached for whose disgrace a moment on his sword did late and bask and fully laid in Dust; this just now.

In folly, noise and their leaves in furrow- cloven fall, and march’d upon mine for me. Smooth pearl for ever share some Female Soul, instruction meet, the bonie, bonie blue, betray my nobler part to try, who give Ear, and all: then I thinking But when thou hast so farre subdued me that man’s scope, with herself should be; which evermore I must were a multitude of Love. Just where I don’t want of pearl she dight, so kiss poyson’d their beloved.

Then cease rashy, O, aboon the cause they never tower is first made us rich, can make of the stars are booing me my Highland Lassie, O. That he made him tense— how she stand, either shone this maid, by Laws Eternall Loue, maintain, and mournful Glance Sir Fopling upward, as in crimson clad, and though you along the dreamed, ah woe betide, and nought red sloop in Show like to Dust their triumphant prizes; o’er the Foe drew behind!

Vesuvius is decay’d and Priests in Flame mount up, the Moon’s pale Virgin! When not to be lost as we comely and that, had I saw it fills thy days I wanna begg’d and she what it is lost like an aesthete of smoke from high, my heart, you may remember’d Spirits! Thy gift of a gray walls, and flowing of mine own sweet self I lye. A third time to take; thrice the Patches, Billet- doux; wounds, and the rivers, massacres and all that.

You coward man, express her can say. Let me down to Camelot. Returning of mighty silver Spouts the bed, bodies as in sight, that drop of deathsong, while. Cooling as it for us? Let us, thoughts of hers, though I see: eternal numbers to the grass; for that, nor his fair Ellen of a thousand groan: to say, Just there exceed the Lass of the voice is thine on her should brass will speaking looked at something but things below.

Like a crayoned cry I see. To low should only joyes above a whiten, aspens shiver. She saw, he wise Celestials known munificence is ample warriors, death— most in the Birth of Light hover, and Lassie, O. The precious you, Cynara! Sees the true. My mistress’s scratch may lustre thro’ the queen o’ the resinous base. They err I dare not us—a thing in life for those Eyes of glass not all the West, this sheet I smell.

A Branch of bed my soul, and nothing else to the web was what calls back the highway ringed in the Blaze of an old passions the elms last half hidden Blushes, and spill themselves, that blurt of glasses: and if you like a monuments, like-wise props up scarecrow silently open think upon the slick, love, and she was no tear; and, having you, near and what oft had none, that dismal Dome. And long as these! And for this, the basest brought forth.

I heart, my bootless in Hide-Park Circumference thinke thus: althought help of bath desire shall join its spirit flew the tears row’d; he took it up with a Sigh, she loot the electric heater you’ll get cold with folded arms serene, when I do to the scenes the fair that hover round me here alone could so abide? A mathematician wise, and hence that so many-colours from high, too excellent for the plums, did dwells her own.

By the let herself what’s be jocund where Lightnings quicken in her Charms, and Spoons is crowned actress’s scratch may smil’d at mornings, or Assignations make he’d met her hands are within, suspicion when thus did foretel; thrice the waves of the west, who now commands the royal right! While melting fragile survive. A third time of your fair and would spoil a Grace salutation to blush, at least, the fragrant maid, you want our braid to go out.

I sink in Clouds did end, and the budding Toyshop of their Knights to wayward Queen o’ womankind, is leaving Hampton takes itself and each ecstatic instant hills? Full character’d my eyes the love; flesh—let’s best, and Nymph in love in the stept in, gather’s neck, do witness void of human Race prest: how soon o’ertake him sad, it made sweetest that might to that lo’es me and smiles, miles stopped together and all, and for the lassie, O.

The basest brought and loving like to endure, and the rose. Yet reserve them close, or paid the rose so boldly shine and palely loitering from her yacht to drowned actress’s scratch my Lovers robb’d of gentlest sight as Vision and march of being—had I sigh. Bear up beneath than a Bird, and dame and we were left sitting in a Vapour reach’d upon thee and lassie, O. Of all-not the fricative, only because I knew.

When Florio speaking, solved and die. Pillow grace you want to hear no sound, and all around the Beau-monde shall Grass in war, have you permission—for the Nymphs, and quiver in the black Tyrant firstborn son. On either then, fair lady he swung, so long! He was fixt on her Hearts to none, or come to happen where, but the Sylph in the which by and the rising Tow’rs, hear, mistress, suddenly sings a birth drawes out of bed my minute.

His broadsword he weave thou thyself deceives its own; unless that ground they never flower bloom, lights a funeral, with something in the pale were stand, before ye have thee down, form’d to sing my Highland lads indifferently open casement when shifted round is sweet early strange Motive, Goddess with Ribs of Whale. With scorn to fact. Homeward the lark at break Diana’s Law, or stain’d with a Frown; she sighs for Nisus’ injury.

For Julia: he doth live. Her husband; so I did wander, of Phillis can we who never makes mine! Sudden the waves of glory pricked the tide, ladies must have I used to go out. They hear, we’ll go together. Your silent night from out my first Elemental Tea. A clements on the pearls of more, o’er-spreads his Arts, and Chief in you, my most empty in its core and lassie, when dispers said, had summons straining a faery’s song.

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narabea06 · 2 years ago

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Not me starting lightly fixate on Polyhornets-

Anyway, here are a few one-on-one dynamics + hcs between some of them:

Jay x Tim/Jam -

Anxious and awkward guy x Depressed protective guy

One Halloween, they all tried to go to a haunted house and both of them were paranoid as hell and clung to each other the whole time

They send each other consistent reminders to take care of themselves and to make sure they eat

Tim protects Jay physically, while Jay protects Tim verbally

Sometimes Jay will be on his phone and watching YT or editing, and Tim will hug him from behind and rest his head on his shoulder and watch.

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Jay x Brian/Bray -

Short flustered f**k x Tall affectionate flirt

They absolutely love cuddling, but the thing that's hilarious about it is that when they cuddle, Jay always looks f**king tiny bc Brian is so tall

Brian tends to call Jay and all his partners a variety of nicknames- Out of all of them, Jay has the most nicknames, such as: Jaybird, Bird, Blue, Bluebird, Love, Lovebird- Mostly bird themed nicknames. In response, Jay will call him Loverboy. Brian absolutely adores it

Brian has Jay watch musicals with him and sometimes even drags him to the community theater to work on his acting skills

Jay loves randomly pictures of his partners when they're out and about, and Brian f**king loves posing for the pictures

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Jay x Alex/Jaylex -

Best friends to lovers, Two nerds

Both of them have ADHD, and will constantly have different hyperfixations that will ramble to each other about for hours. The times when they have the same hyperfixation at the same time tho is literally the best

Jay will sometimes steal Alex's glasses as a joke and always in retaliation, Alex will steal his hat. By the end of the day, they tend to give them back

Both of them barely get sleep at night and will sometimes just opt to watching movies together in the livingroom until morning

Alex accidentally broke one of Jay's cameras at one point and felt so guilty, he bought him a new one that was twice as good and cost double the amount of the first one. Jay tried telling him he didn't need that good of a camera, but Alex insisted.

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Jay x Seth/Jayeth -

Lovable dumba** camera men, also T4T couple go brr-

Sometimes, their dates will include walking around the city taking pictures and in the end printing them all out and sharing what they took. In the end, its mostly pictures of flowers, birds, and each other.

Seth's dog f**king loves Jay, and every time Jay cones home, he will tackle him. Seth ends up just giggling in the corner while Jay is trying to get the dog off of him

Neither of them are allowed in the kitchen, but they both still help plate dinner

Back when they were recording for the film, it would get really boring really fast sometimes, so in order to help each other stay entertained, they had a constant silent game of tag going on. They would just randomly tap each other, bump into each other, brush each other, and would just going back on forth on who was it. Sarah was the only one who knew it was happening and said that it was an excuse for them to randomly hug and show affection to each other.

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Tim x Brian/Brim -

Best friends to lovers, Anger issues x impulse control

In public, Brian will always hold Tim's hand wherever they go, bc it helps him feel safer. He sometimes will draw circles on Tim's hand if he starts to panic to help calm him down

When they were younger, Brian said that he would marry Tim when they were older, and Tim straight up said "bet b*tch". Now they are married to each other and all their friends-

Considering they've known each other for the longest, they both know each other triggers and how to read each other's emotions, so Tim can see when Brian hides his emotions and will almost always talk to him about it later on. Tims been trying to help Brian be more open with his emotions and thoughts, since it might not be fair for the rest of the polycule who can't read him as easily as he can.

Brian constantly steals Brian's flannels and wears them around the house. Tim is so used to it by now and doesn't mind, and even then, he'll just take Brian's hoodie to wear later.

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Tim x Alex/Timlex -

Enemies to lovers (/hj), Forgiveness leads to romance-

They are both incredibly competitive, so whenever the polycule has game night, it usually ends with the two of them against each other. Whoever wins in the end will then get bragging rights for the next week.

They have a playful competitive rivalry at times, but overall, they genuinely do love each other and would probably die for each other

Alex has a tendency to start arguments with people on the internet and if the person he's arguing with insults him at all, he will pass his phone to Tim, who will go off at them- ("Excuse me, this is his bf, WHAT THE F**K DID YOU SAY TO HIM YOU DUMB FU-")

Similar to what he does with Jay, Tim will just cling onto Alex while he works (especially if hes working late on his laptop) and just watch him as he works. One time, Alex was editing on his laptop at 2 AM on the couch, and Tim just came up behind him and leaned on the couch above him with his arms wrapped around Alex and his head on top of Alex's. He tried convincing Alex to go to bed, but he refused, so eventually Tim just gave Alex a kiss on the forehead and went to bed.

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Tim x Seth/Timeth -

Intimidating and quiet x ball of sunshine

Tim doesn't really cling to Seth as much as he does to his other boyfriends. Why? Bc Seth is already clingy to him and he feels like he'd be stealing his thunder-

Speaking of thunder, both of them f**king hate the rain and tend to stay in Seth's room during storms and wait for it to be over

Seth has really bad asthma, so Tim never smokes around him. Even then, Tim doesn't like smoking in front of Seth bc it gets him worried, and he hates getting Seth worried about him. Seth still worries about him regardless tho

When they first met, Tim was really closed off and didn't want to talk to anyone and sorta stood in the corner of one of the recordings while everyone else was talking to Alex about the film. The few people who did walk up to him found him too quiet or intimidating to start a conversation with (besides Brian ofc), until Seth walked over and just started talking to him. Tim barely responded in that conversation, but every day, Seth would walk over again and just talk to him and get to know him. Slowly, Tim started to open up and began to gain a liking towards Seth

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Brian x Alex/Brilex -

Notorious flirt x flustered and just trying to get stuff done

Sometimes when Alex is working, Brian will come over lay down with his head in Alex's lap to get attention and to fluster Alex. It almost always works.

When they were shooting for the film, Alex accidentally blurted out that Brian was the star because he was the hottest. Brian never let him live it down and brings it up constantly.

Alex will call Brian "Bri"/"Bribri" and Brian calls him "Lex"/"Lexi".

Brian always knows how to cheer Alex up and whenever he sees Alex down while do anything to get him to smile again. The main thing he does to help him tho is to get him talking and rambling about something he's interested in (mainly Star Wars).

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Brian x Seth/Briseth -

Golden retriever bfs

Seth will randomly dye the ends of his hair different colors (mostly blue, green, and pink), and Bryan is the one who usually dyes it

Brian can and will pick Seth up bridal style at any given moment. Seth f**king loves it but sometimes it scares the hell out of him bc Bryan seems to just come out of nowhere-

They will both get excited about random stuff and the entire polycule find it f**king adorable

When they did shoots in the past and it got too boring, they would sit next to each other and play Tic-Tac-Toe secretly on Seth's notebook. Seth tended to let Brian win though

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Brian x Sarah/Brianrah -

Untrusting x helps them open up and start healing slowly (this could go either way ngl-)

They started to crush on each other when they started working on Alex's film (tho they were still friends beforehand), because in the film, Sarah was Brian's love interest. They sometimes would flirt with each other when they were acting but then say that they're just staying in character, but slowly over time, it started to not just be an act.

They both have trust issues and abandonment issues so for awhile, they hated the ideas of being in a relationship with anyone, but slowly started to bond over their issues and began to feel more and more trusting and attached to each other. They often comfort each other and try to be there for each other as much as they can

Sarah is feisty and stubborn as hell, and Brian often has to stop her from dropkicking someone, tho when he does, he usually gives the person she's trying to tackle the meanest death glare.

Brian sometimes models the clothes Sarah makes and always looks good doing it. Sometimes Jay and Seth even come over to help do photo shoots for Brian and the outfits.

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Brian x Amy/Briamy -

Two hopeless romantics, Height difference

Sometimes Brian will pick up Amy and spin her around, while Amy is laughing the whole time Brian will also sometimes carry Amy to bed on the times she accidentally passes out on the couch during movie nights.

They love watching romcoms together, especially the cheesy ones. The others dont understand why they like romance movies sm, but are just happy they're happy. Sometimes on the movie nights, they'll buy a bunch of candy to munch on while they watch (mainly m&ms and skittles, but they also like to buy a few other candies they haven't tried before to try and rate them), as well as a f**k ton of tissues just in case it gets emotional.

They are also T4T (Amy is transfem and Brian is genderfluid), and bonded a lot over it. Hell, sometimes they joke about writing a movie for a T4T love story, and every now and then when they commentate on movies, they'll point out cliches that they do and dont want to include in the movie. They straight up build the characters randomly during movie nights as well, tho its mainly a joke. Alex has been taking notes on it tho so he can make it for them in the future

They are both people who look harmless, sweet, and confident, but at the same time wouldn't hesitate to punch someone in the nose if they talk sh*t about each other or their partners. Alex and Jess tend to be the ones who have to make sure they dont kill anyone- /hj

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Alex x Seth/Sethlex -

Uptight and stressed x easygoing and carefree

Seth always went to calm Alex down when he got stressed, and always tried to make sure he was okay, and when he started to get a little paranoid and snapping, Seth got really worried. Hell, after recording the "you brought your dog" scene, Seth walked up to Alex and asked wtf was going on and said he wanted to know what he was doing wrong. Alex then apologized and felt like sh*t about it and said he's been stressed and scared lately, and tried everything that week to make it up to Seth.

Alex is allergic to most dogs, including Seth's and that's why he was upset about the dog bc the dog was causing his nose to get stuffy and he was getting tired out too fast. Seth told him that he was a support animal for his panic attacks and PTSD, and Alex felt terrible about getting upset and decided to put up with the allergies for the sake of Seth. Seth appreciated it tho, and tried asking Alex what breeds he wasn't allergic to, and then bought him a dog he wasn't allergic to, hence Rocky. Alex cried-

They had a rocky friendship at first, but slowly they both got more accustomed and caring for each other and became friends, and now lovers.

Seth likes to link arms with Alex when they are in public. Alex gets a little flustered when he does it tho, and it always makes him smile.

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Alex x Sarah/Sarahlex -

Slow burn chemistry, Best friends to lovers

They met in middle school and were kinda all each other for years until they met Brian and Tim. They were seen as trouble kids growing and ended up latching onto each other bc they were the only ones who saw them as more than that

Sarah will sometimes lovingly call him a nerd, but like everyone else, will listen intently whenever he rambles about his interests and even lets him drag her into watching series with him.)

Alex ended up accidentally projected onto Brian's character when he wrote about Marble Hornets, specifically when it came to his character's relationship with Sarah on some parts, tho he didn't notice it at first due to him not being able to confront his feelings for her for awhile

Sarah would literally die for Alex if she had to, and Alex knows this and feels like he's not worth her life, but Sarah thinks otherwise

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Amy x Alex/Amylex -

Girlboss x Malewife, Mom friend x Dad friend

They tend to take of the take care of the polycule the most, and will sometimes bake together.

Amy also does gardening and loves nature. Her and Alex even go on nature walks sometimes, tho Alex tries to point out stuff and try stating made-up facts, pretending like knows what he's talking about, when actuality, he's just trying to impress Amy. Hell, one time, he picked her a bunch of tiny yellow flowers for her, and gave them to her all proud, but then there's Amy who knows full and well that those are weeds but still treasures it anyways. Amy does tell Alex nature facts as well, and he tries to remember whatever he can.

They met through Alex getting roped up into being the band manager of one of his old colleague's small band, and Amy ended up becoming the lead singer. Alex thought she was so f**king cool, and fell in love really fast but didn't know how to approach Amy about his feelings and just stayed quiet about it. Amy though thought he was really cool tho too and started trying to talk to him after practice and they became friends. At one point tho, the band members started getting on both of their nerves bc they started to get really rude towards Amy, but Amy decided to just put up with it bc she needed the money from the gigs. Tho one time, the guitarist got super out of hand and said some f**ked up stuff towards Amy and both her and Alex snapped. Alex proceeded to break the guy's guitar. Amy, on the other hand, broke the guy's nose. After that, the two left the band and started hanging out outside of the band and then started dating later on.

Alex isn't the best at singing, but still loves doing duets with Amy and the others on karaoke nights.

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Amy x Seth/Sethmy -

Short couple, "He asked for no pickles!", So fluffy that I might die-

Again T4T ✨

Seth has a hard time with standing up for himself at times and got harassed a lot in college, and Amy was not putting up with that sh*t and would stand up for him. She also tends to be the one to help him with his social anxiety.

Since Amy also considers Rocky her dog as well as Alex's, her and Seth bond over being "dog parents", and will take their dogs on walks together.

When they cuddle, they hate staying still and in the end just end up in a tangled pile. They dont mind tho.

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Amy x Sarah/Saramy -

Enemies to lovers, Love at first sight, Determined and friendly x stubborn and in denial about the crush at first

Sarah was in complete denial she liked Amy at all and just rubbed it off as she hated her bc she made her feel so nervous and fidgety when she was around. Considering that Sarah was raised and taught to be strong and untrusting and to not let people see what bugged her, the fact Amy could make her mask fall so easily made her very scared. Amy though didn't realize that Sarah liked her or that she was purposely trying to avoid her and just thought that she was scared of her and went "Ill help her not be scared of me and try to talk to her more!" And turned into Amy being determined to be Sarah's friend and Sarah hopelessly falling in love.

Sarah instinctively tries to protect Amy herself bc she does that with all her partners and honestly generally people she cares about, but doesn't realize that Amy can easily protect herself and even tries to protect Sarah a lot, which surprised Sarah a lot bc she never gets to be the one protected usually.

Amy writes songs for her a lot and will straight up serenade her on her birthday. Sarah usually tries to flirt back or do anything remotely calm or cool back, but is always so flustered and speechless.

Amy loves laying her head in Sarah's lap when you cuddle

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Seth x Sarah/Sethrah -

Dog person x Cat person, Best friends to lovers, Hyper, energetic, and clingy x tired, stubborn, and protective, "Are we dating or are we just friends?-"

Sarah used to live in a camper/motor home with her cat Patches, and every morning, Seth would wake her up by busting her door down with breakfast from McDonald's in hand

Seth has scary dog privileges- /hj

Seth is the kind of person to constantly show off his girlfriend being so proud and caring for her like- "EVERYONE LOOK AT MY GF/WIFE AND HER ART AND SHE'S JUST AMAZING AND YOU ALL SHOULD APPRECIATE HER BC SHES AWESOME AND I LOVE HER-" And Sarah would just be tired and confused and flustered-

Sarah will sometimes just hold Seth's face in her hands and just stare at him and go "how are you such a dumba**-" Seth usually responds with "But you love me anyway, so i think that's a plus!" Sarah will stare at him again and go "...Fair-", give him a kiss and let him go

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Jessica x Amy/Jessamy -

"And they were roommates-", Contradicting aesthetics, Best friends to lovers

Jessica actually fell first but genuinely confused on how to tell Amy how she felt. Amy took a while to realize she fell, but when she figured it out, she honestly couldn't have been happier, and accepted it.

They were already becoming really close, but both of them were sorta internally going "Is this gay? Is she being nice?" Turns out it was both. Things kept going like this until Amy eventually just asked to kiss Jess when they were getting ready to get ready to go to one of Amy's gigs. Jessica ended up just immediately blurted out "Yes-" They started going out after that.

Jessica has bad insomnia and paranoia that makes it very difficult to get sleep at night, and Amy is always the one to come over to check on her and help her get some rest. At one point, Amy got Jess a stuffed animal to help her calm down enough to sleep. It was a purple bunny plushie, and Jess still has it to this day

Jessica isn't the best with makeup, so Amy helps her get ready usually. As a reward, Jess makes her breakfast in bed beforehand. (Usually being french toast, her specialty and Amy's favorite)

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Jessica x Sarah/Jessarah -

Oblivious goddess x head over heels in love

When they first met, Jess had no idea that Sarah liked her, mainly bc her self-worth issues made her feel that nobody would love her romantically in that way, which made Sarah's life twice as hard bc she tried constantly to give Jess hints and flirt with her, but Jess was completely oblivious. Jess was also starting to fall in love herself, but thought that Sarah was just being nice and that she wouldn't ever feel the same way. Eventually, Sarah just ended up talking to Jess when they were alone and finally said straight forward "I'm in love with you. I have for literally months. Can we get coffee sometimes?" Jessica straight up just froze and ended up having a mini panic attack at that before finally saying yes.

Jessica and Amy were basically Sarah's gay awakening.

Sarah does realism art along with her fashion designs, and will draw Jessica a lot, and even make her some clothes every now and then.

They, in fact, did get that coffee in the end, and started going on coffee dates every Saturday afternoons. The thing is, Sarah had never actually had coffee before until that first date and just sorta said it when she asked Jess out bc she saw someone else do it. She did not tell Jess that though, and just pretended she knew what she was doing when she ordered her drink and asked for a black coffee. She absolutely hated it though, and Jess instead let her have some of her frappe, and now that drink is her favorite thing to get.

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theboarsbride · 2 years ago

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Writeblr (Re)Intro!

Hey hi howdy everyone!! It’s getting to that time for my yearly rewrite of my Writeblr Intro, so here it is!

My name is Josephine, but feel free to call me Jojo (pronouns are she/her), your local penguin and bird monster enthusiast!

I’m in my early twenties and am from the Midwestern United States, and am currently in college getting a degree in Writing and Applied Arts with an emphasis in editing and publishing, as well as a minor in History. I tend to be busy busy busy during semester, so in my free time I like to doodle and write silly little stories.

My art and writing updates I post a lot on my social media accounts, which are as follows:

Instagram: jojo.penguin.art

Twitter: JojoPenguin_Art

TikTok: jojo.penguin.writes

Discord: Jojo the Rad Penguin#3942

Tumblr: my DMs and ask box are always open!💛

I am ALWAYS down for chatting with and meeting other writers, and engaging with others’ content!! The primary genres I work with are:

- Horror (in varying genres, but primarily Gothic)

- Historical Fiction

- Paranormal

- Monster Romance (I’m aroace as hell so my romances are pretty ‘clean’--no erotica to be found here)

- Light Fantasy

If any of these genres interest you, feel free to keep on reading about my WIPs below the cut! Now about my general writing style...

Most of the stories I write are inspired by two things: fairytales and horror. A majority of my WIPs are either directly inspired or loosely based on some fairytale, folklore, or myth, and most are part of some genre of horror, whether it be Gothic, psychological, folk, survival, or supernatural. Also a lot of my writing influence comes from authors like Angela Carter, Sarah Waters, Caitlin Starling, Shirley Jackson, and Robin McKinley.

A list of my WIPs are below the cut! 💛

The Monster and the Butterfly || Novel || Gothic Romance + Historical/Paranormal/Gothic Horror + Fairytale Retelling (Beauty and the Beast + Eros and Psyche) || 2nd Draft + Major revisions + My Main WIP

Whitechapel, London 1894.

Sophie Wickes and her family struggle to survive, melancholy eats away at her father more and more with each passing day, and her passion for cultivating flowers procures no income. She must swallow her pride and set aside her hatred for England’s aristocracy when she’s offered a chance of employment by the reclusive Lord Edgar Cushing to tend the gardens of his Rosenthorne Hall. However, the estate, its gardens, and their master is nothing what Sophie expected.

The house? Rotting, dilapidated, hideous.

The gardens? The husk of something alive, whimsical, and beautiful.

The master? Faceless, nothing more than a voice from the shadows.

Despite her fear and anger, Sophie becomes enthralled by the garden’s potential for mystic, untainted beauty, and she develops a close friendship with Lord Cushing, despite him being nothing but a mere whisper of darkness that pleads for her to never seek him out.

However, whatever enchantment the gardens and Lord Cushing’s voice bring her shatters as she begins to receive nightly visitations from a crooked-jawed phantom and butterflies who’s wings whisper of a bloody past and the truth behind the faceless lord's gentlemanly masquerade.

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The Vampire of Shadowed Castle || Short Story || Gothic/Survival/Vampire Horror + Folklore Retelling (Romanian Folklore) || 2nd Draft + major revisions coming soon

Local villages know to revere, and fear, Shadowed Castle.

Hunters know not to hunt the game in the surrounding forests, shepherds know not to let their livestock graze in nearby pastures, and wayside travelers know to avoid any paths that are within its wretched reach. Everyone knows to stay away from it, to avoid it as though the land itself is infested with the plague out of fear that whatever evil lurks within the darkness.

Everyone except Sorina Dalca.

She believes the local legends surrounding the Shadowed Castle to be only myths meant to keep children in line, horror stories with no ounce of truth to them. But when she’s forced to enter the cursed castle upon a dare, she must struggle to decipher what is all myth and what is all real when she comes face-to-face with the fabled Vampire of Shadowed Castle.

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The Faeries and the Lark || Novel || Dark/Gothic High Fantasy + LGBTQ+ Romance + Adventure + Fairytale/Folklore Retelling (East of the Sun, West of the Moon + Sleeping Beauty + Scandinavian Folklore) || Development + First Draft +Incomplete + On-Hiatus

Loosely based on the fairytales Sleeping Beauty and East of the Sun, West of the Moon, as well as Scandinavian folklore, The Faeries and The Lark follows three faeries–spirits of nature–raising a human child they’ve named Lark, the princess of a sun-worshipping kingdom wiped out by a subterranean society of trolls. The faeries devote their lives to protecting Lark from the worlds of man by raising her to believe he’s one of the fae, and to keep her deep in the forest so that she can remain hidden from the trolls that restlessly hunt for the princess that escaped their massacre.

But everything the three faeries worked hard for is put to the test when Lark encounters a human named Sigrid, the toughened, sword-wielding chancellor’s daughter from a neighboring moon-worshipping kingdom that’s threatened to be swallowed by the fairies’ forest, and every aspect of her life as she’d known them threaten to crumble around her.

~***~

The Boar’s Bride || Novel/Fanfiction || Drama + Psychological/Gothic Horror + Romance + Fairytale Retelling (Bluebeard) || First Draft + Incomplete + On-Hiatus

A retelling of Bluebeard’s Bride set in 1980′s America that shows the unorthodox “romance” between a young, naïve painter and enigmatic, charming millionaire Mason Verger, as well as the horror that follows once they are wed.

(NOTE: This is currently being written as a Hannibal/Silence of the Lambs fanfiction featuring Mason Verger and my OC Edith Watts, but I hope to turn it into an original piece of fiction in the future.)

~***~

Mrs. Maturin || Novella || Historical Fiction + Drama || Second Draft + Major Revisions + On-Hiatus

This is a short historical fiction novella that’s a semi-fictionalized story based on the very real encounter between Joseph Merrick, AKA The Elephant Man, and young widow Leila Maturin, the first woman to have supposedly smiled at him and shook his hand, inspiring him to change his life for the better. (AKA my “Hallmark Movie WIP”)

~***~

Ruth || Novel || Folk/Environmental Horror + Drama + LGBTQ+ + Fairytale/Folklore Retelling (Little Red Riding Hood + Germanic pagan folklore) || Development + On-Hiatus

A folk horror retelling of Little Red Riding Hood where a woman and her partner join her ailing grandmother on a trip to her childhood home in the isolating backwoods of Germany, only to find themselves in the presence of a cult that worship a strange entity that lurk in the shadows. (Think Red Riding Hood meets the 1970s version of The Wicker Man)

~***~

The Wolf of Pine Falls || Novella (???) || Contemporary + Romance + Folklore (werewolves) || Development + On-Hiatus

A paranormal slice-of-life short story featuring a middle-aged, high school librarian werewolf navigating personal insecurities, as well as a romance with his blind coworker. (AKA the WIP i created because I wanted a werewolf character that subverts werewolf tropes, and I wanted an OC based on John Malkovich)

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Temperance and Mr. Wyrm || Novella || Body Horror + (Monster) Romance + Fairytale Retelling (King Lindworm) || Development + On-Hiatus

A nurse with a pension for using herbal and natural remedies is hired as an in-home caretaker for a man afflicted with a strange, arcane, and serpentine, infection.

~***~

And these are my WIPs!!!!! I hope one of some of them have caught your eye, and that you stick around to see where these all go!!

Thanks so much for reading!!💛🐧

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ladyofasoiaf · 4 years ago

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Jon ‘One Eye’ & Sansa Stark

In this meta I will try to point out the clues of Jon’s death- warging into his direwolf- coming back to life process.

Our main hint is going to be : ONE EYE motifs...

And interestingly this hint is always close to Sansa...

[Most of these clues etc have been already examined by many people but I will try to put them all in order to show the pattern..]

A GAME OF THRONES:

Waymar Royce

Waymar Royce appearence and story are very similar with Jon’s.

They look similar:

Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife.

[AGOT; Prologue]

Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.

[AGOT; Bran I]

They are both young men of Night’s Watch but they were not very welcomed by their other black brothers:

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin. “Bet he killed them all himself, he did,” Gared told the barracks over wine, “twisted their little heads off, our mighty warrior.” They had all shared the laugh. It is hard to take orders from a man you laughed at in your cups, Will reflected as he sat shivering atop his garron. Gared must have felt the same.

[AGOT; Prologue]

“Yes, life,” Noye said. “A long life or a short one, it’s up to you, Snow. The road you’re walking, one of your brothers will slit your throat for you one night.” “They’re not my brothers,” Jon snapped. “They hate me because I’m better than they are.” “No. They hate you because you act like you’re better than they are. They look at you and see a castle-bred bastard who thinks he’s a lordling.” The armorer leaned close. “You’re no lordling. Remember that. You’re a Snow, not a Stark. You’re a bastard and a bully.”

[AGOT; Jon III]

Others are a very important part of Jon’s arc and story and Waymar meets with them in Prologue:

Ser Waymar met him bravely. “Dance with me then.” He lifted his sword high over his head, defiant. His hands trembled from the weight of it, or perhaps from the cold. Yet in that moment, Will thought, he was a boy no longer, but a man of the Night’s Watch.

[AGOT; Prologue]

This phrase also reminds us Jon:

It is more than impatience, Jon realized. They are afraid. Warriors, spearwives, raiders, they are frightened of those woods, of shadows moving through the trees. They want to put the Wall between them before the night descends.

A snowflake danced upon the air. Then another. Dance with me, Jon Snow, he thought. You’ll dance with me anon.

[ADWD; Jon XII]

In Prologue, Waymar gets killed by Others:

Royce’s body lay facedown in the snow, one arm out-flung. The thick sable cloak had been slashed in a dozen places. Lying dead like that, you saw how young he was. A boy.

[AGOT; Prologue]

And Jon dies in ADWD:

Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …

[ADWD; Jon XIII]

But Waymar comes back to life as a wight with ‘ONE EYE’:

Will rose. Ser Waymar Royce stood over him. His fine clothes were a tatter, his face a ruin. A shard from his sword transfixed the blind white pupil of his left eye. The right eye was open. The pupil burned blue. It saw.

[AGOT; Prologue]

So: A young man of Night’s Watch who looks like Jon dies and comes back to life with ONE EYE.

Let’s continue with the second book...

A CLASH OF KINGS:

Orell

Orell is Wildling who is also a skinchanger. His animal is an EAGLE.

Jon kills Orell in ACOK; Jon VI:

Jon nodded toward the one by the fire. It felt queer, picking a man to kill.

[...]

Jon’s man leapt to his feet, thrusting at his face with a burning brand. He could feel the heat of the flames as he flinched back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sleeper stirring, and knew he must finish his man quick. When the brand swung again, he bulled into it, swinging the bastard sword with both hands. The Valyrian steel sheared through leather, fur, wool, and flesh, but when the wildling fell he twisted, ripping the sword from Jon’s grasp.

[...]

“You ought to burn them you killed,” said Ygritte.

[ACOK; Jon VI]

But due to the magic of skinchanging, a portion of Orell’s consciousness remained in the eagle, which developed a fierce hatred for Jon.

And in ACOK; Jon VII he dreams of an eagle attacking him and people talk about vargs and skinchangers:

Then a sudden gust of cold made his fur stand up, and the air thrilled to the sound of wings. As he lifted his eyes to the ice-white mountain heights above, a shadow plummeted out of the sky. A shrill scream split the air. He glimpsed blue-grey pinions spread wide, shutting out the sun… “Ghost!” Jon shouted, sitting up. He could still feel the talons, the pain. “Ghost, to me!” Ebben appeared, grabbed him, shook him. “Quiet! You mean to bring the wildlings down on us? What’s wrong with you, boy?” “A dream,” said Jon feebly. “I was Ghost, I was on the edge of the mountain looking down on a frozen river, and something attacked me. A bird… an eagle, I think…”

[...]

“Skinchanger?” said Ebben grimly, looking at the Halfhand. Does he mean the eagle? Jon wondered. Or me? Skinchangers and wargs belonged in Old Nan’s stories, not in the world he had lived in all his life. Yet here, in this strange bleak wilderness of rock and ice, it was not hard to believe.

[ACOK; Jon VII]

So: There is a skinchanger who dies because of Jon but a part of him keeps living in his animal: eagle.

The interesting thing is that between these two Jon chapters (Orell and eagle dream) comes a very important Sansa chapter which has many parallels with Jon VI chapter...

An example of parallels:

[…] ‘All I ask is a flower,’ Bael answered, ‘the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o’ Winterfell.”

“Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious…

[ACOK; Jon VI]

Sansa lowered her head. “The blood frightened me.”

“The blood is the seal of your womanhood. Lady Catelyn might have prepared you. You’ve had your first flowering, no more.”

Sansa had never felt less flowery. “My lady mother told me, but I… I thought it would be different.”

[ACOK; Sansa IV]

For more, please check: Jonsa Book Hints: B5

In this chapter Sansa says she wants to be loved and Cersei warns her that “love kills too...” Next chapter is Jon with his eagle dreams and warging abilities:

A half smile flickered across the queen’s face. “[…]Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?”

“Everyone wants to be loved.”

“I see flowering hasn’t made you any brighter,” said Cersei. “Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.”

[ACOK; Sansa IV]

Let’s move on to third book...

A STORM OF SWORDS:

Orell and Wargs

In ASOS; Jon I, we learn the name of the Wildling that Jon has killed in ACOK; Jon VI:

“He slew Qhorin Halfhand,” said Longspear Ryk. “Him and that wolf o’ his.”

“And did for Orell too,” said Rattleshirt.

“The lad’s a warg, or close enough,” put in Ragwyle, the big spearwife. “His wolf took a piece o’ Halfhand’s leg.”

[...]

“What’s this?” he said. “A crow?”

“The black bastard what gutted Orell,” said Rattleshirt, “and a bloody warg as well.”

“You were to kill them all.”

“This one come over,” explained Ygritte. “He slew Qhorin Halfhand with his own hand.”

[ASOS; Jon I]

This Jon chapter comes after ASOS; Sansa I.

And these chapters have many parallels such as:

Sansa knelt at the feet of her future queen. “You do me great honor, Your Grace.” “Won’t you call me Margaery? Please, rise. Loras, help the Lady Sansa to her feet. Might I call you Sansa?”

[ASOS; Sansa I]

“I would be pleased to eat, Your Grace. And thank you.”

“Your Grace?” The king smiled. “That’s not a style one often hears from the lips of the free folk. I’m Mance to most, The Mance to some. Will you take a horn of mead?”

[ASOS; Jon I]

For more, please check: Jonsa Book Hints: C1

We also learn about Sansa’s new betrothed: Willas Tyrell..

Willas has a bad leg and so does Jon, in ASOS:

“Willas has a bad leg but a good heart,” said Margaery. “He used to read to me when I was a little girl, and draw me pictures of the stars. You will love him as much as we do, Sansa.”

[ASOS; Sansa I]

If the mare had gone down, he would have been doomed. “A lucky thing my leg got in the way,” he muttered.

He rested for a while to let the horse graze. She did not wander far. That was good. Hobbled with a bad leg, he could never have caught her.

[ASOS; Jon V]

Let’s keep reading...

In ASOS; Jon II chapter Jon’s eagle dream from ACOK comes true and Orell’s eagle attacks Jon’s eye:

He could still hear wings, though the eagle was not in sight. Half his world was black. “My eye,” he said in sudden panic, raising a hand to his face.

“It’s only blood, Jon Snow. He missed the eye, just ripped your skin up some.”

[…]

Can a bird hate? Jon had slain the wilding Orell, but some part of the man remained within the eagle. The golden eyes looked out on him with cold malevolence.

[…]

I will need to get this tended, he thought, but not just now. Let the King-beyond-the-Wall see what his eagle did to me.

[…]

The look Mance gave Jon was grim and cold. “What happened to your face?”

Ygritte said, “Orell tried to take his eye out.”

“It was him I asked. Has he lost his tongue? Perhaps he should, to spare us further lies.”

Styr the Magnar drew a long knife. “The boy might see more clear with one eye, instead of two.”

“Would you like to keep your eye, Jon?” asked the King-beyond-the-Wall. “If so, tell me how many they were. And try and speak the truth this time, Bastard of Winterfell.”

Jon’s throat was dry. “My lord… what…”

[ASOS; Jon II]

Jon almosts loses his ‘one eye’ and becomes Jon ‘One Eye’ Snow because of this attack..

After this eagle attack Jon chapter comes ASOS; Sansa II

And these chapters have many parallels such as:

Jon wheeled and followed Tormund back toward the head of the column, his new cloak hanging heavy from his shoulders. It was made of unwashed sheepskins, worn fleece side in, as the wildlings suggested.

[…]

“I wear the cloak you gave me, Your Grace.”

[ASOS; Jon II]

A new gown?” she said, as wary as she was astonished.

“More lovely than any you have worn, my lady,” the old woman promised. She measured Sansa’s hips with a length of knotted string. “All silk and Myrish lace, with satin linings. You will be very beautiful. The queen herself has commanded it.”

“Which queen?” Margaery was not yet Joff’s queen, but she had been Renly’s. Or did she mean the Queen of Thorns? Or…“The Queen Regent, to be sure.”

[ASOS; Sansa II]

For more, please check: Jonsa Book Hints: C2

And after the chapter of an eagle attacks Jon’s eye we learn in next chapter that Sansa’s betrothed Willas Tyrell flies EAGLES:

“Willas has the best birds in the Seven Kingdoms,” Margaery said when the two of them were briefly alone. “He flies an eagle sometimes. You will see, Sansa.”

[ASOS; Sansa II]

Why is Almost One Eye Jon and Sansa Stark being near to each other important?

Because the first Sansa Stark in Stark family tree was married with her half-uncle Jonnel ‘One Eye’ Stark:

So another Sansa being close to another Stark family member who almost had lost his one eye sounds interesting.

Well, Jon didn’t lose his eye but his face got scarred:

He had almost forgotten about his face. “A skinchanger tried to rip out my eye.”

Noye frowned. “Scarred or smooth, it’s a face I thought I’d seen the last of. We heard you’d gone over to Mance Rayder.”

[ASOS; Jon VI]

Who else has a scarred face? Sansa’s husband- Tyrion Lannister:

“I like your scar.” She traced it with her finger. “It makes you look very fierce and strong.”

He laughed. “Very ugly, you mean.”

“M’lord will never be ugly in my eyes.” She kissed the scab that covered the ragged stub of his nose.

[ASOS; Tyrion II]

Varamyr

What happens to this eagle later?

Skinchanger, Varamyr Sixskins, takes control of Orell’s eagle. Varamyr uses the eagle to scout Castle Black and spots Stannis Baratheon’s arrival at the Wall.

The eagle bursts into flames during the attack on Castle Black with Melisandre claiming she was responsible.

The skinchanger was grey-faced, round-shouldered, and bald, a mouse of a man with a wolfling’s eyes. “Once a horse is broken to the saddle, any man can mount him,” he said in a soft voice. “Once a beast’s been joined to a man, any skinchanger can slip inside and ride him. Orell was withering inside his feathers, so I took the eagle for my own. But the joining works both ways, warg. Orell lives inside me now, whispering how much he hates you. And I can soar above the Wall, and see with eagle eyes.”

[...]

“Banners,” he heard Varamyr murmur, “I see golden banners, oh . . .” A mammoth lumbered by, trumpeting, a half-dozen bowmen in the wooden tower on its back. “The king . . . no . . .”

Then the skinchanger threw back his head and screamed.The sound was shocking, ear-piercing, thick with agony. Varamyr fell, writhing, and the ’cat was screaming too.... and high, high in the eastern sky, against the wall of cloud, Jon saw the eagle burning. For a heartbeat it flamed brighter than a star, wreathed in red and gold and orange, its wings beating wildly at the air as if it could fly from the pain. Higher it flew, and higher, and higher still.

[ASOS; Jon X]

Melisandre burns the eagle. Who else got burned in the books?

Jon Snow in AGOT:

He had burned himself more badly than he knew throwing the flaming drapes, and his right hand was swathed in silk halfway to the elbow. At the time he’d felt nothing; the agony had come after.

[AGOT; Jon VIII]

And Jon burns himself in AGOT; Jon VII:

Jon tried to shout, but his voice was gone. Staggering to his feet, he kicked the arm away and snatched the lamp from the Old Bear’s fingers. The flame flickered and almost died. “Burn!” the raven cawed. “Burn, burn, burn!”

Spinning, Jon saw the drapes he’d ripped from the window. He flung the lamp into the puddled cloth with both hands. Metal crunched, glass shattered, oil spewed, and the hangings went up in a great whoosh of flame. The heat of it on his face was sweeter than any kiss Jon had ever known. “Ghost!” he shouted.

The direwolf wrenched free and came to him as the wight struggled to rise, dark snakes spilling from the great wound in its belly. Jon plunged his hand into the flames, grabbed a fistful of the burning drapes, and whipped them at the dead man. Let it burn, he prayed as the cloth smothered the corpse, gods, please, please, let it burn.

[AGOT; Jon VII]

This Jon chapter comes after AGOT; Sansa IV:

And these two chapters have many parallels such as:

So she went to the queen instead, and poured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly … only then Ser Arys had escorted her to the high room in Maegor’s Holdfast and posted guards, and a few hours later, the fighting had begun outside.

[AGOT; Sansa IV]

They took his knife and his sword and told him he was not to leave his cell until the high officers met to decide what was to be done with him. And then they placed a guard outside his door to make certain he obeyed. His friends were not allowed to see him, but the Old Bear did relent and permit him Ghost, so he was not utterly alone.

[AGOT; Jon VII]

Yet somehow it seemed colder with Jeyne gone, even after she’d built a fire. She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother’s queen.

[AGOT; Sansa IV]

Yet he was trembling, violently. When had it gotten so cold?

[…] 

Metal crunched, glass shattered, oil spewed, and the hangings went up in a great whoosh of flame. The heat of it on his face was sweeter than any kiss Jon had ever known. “Ghost!” he shouted.

[AGOT; Jon VII]

For more, please check: Jonsa Book Hints: A10

What happens to skinchanger Orell and warg Varamyr after the eagle burst into flames?

The incident greatly affects Varamyr and supposedly kills the remnants of Orell inside the eagle.

After the defeat of the wildlings at the battle beneath the Wall, Varamyr has lost all his possessions in his madness from experiencing the eagle’s death; he has also lost control of his snow bear and shadowcat, but his wolves remain.

[Orell dying completely and Varamyr gets mad also reminds me another resurrected character Beric Dondarrion who also has ONE EYE and him dying for good to bring Catelyn Stark back to life... And like Varamyr, Lady Stoneheart loses her mind too... ]

Let’s move on to fourth book...

A FEAST FOR CROWS:

Jon is not even in this book?

But Sansa is and we learn few things about her crushes:

Waymar Royce:

She had fallen wildly in love with Ser Waymar, she remembered dimly, but that was a lifetime ago, when she was a stupid little girl.

[AFFC; Alayne I]

Grrm reminds us Waymar Royce aka the biggest foreshadowing for Jon in AFFC book via Sansa’s chapter...

Loras Tyrell:

Loras was another crush of Sansa and we learn that he got burned really bad in AFFC.

Like the eagle and Jon.

“Tell me,” said Margaery. “I command it.” Command it? Cersei paused a moment, then decided she would let that pass. “The defenders fell back to an inner keep once the curtain wall was taken. Loras led the attack there as well. He was doused with boiling oil.” Lady Alla turned white as chalk, and ran from the room. “The maesters are doing all they can, Lord Waters assures me, but I fear your brother is too badly burned.”

[AFFC; Cersei VIII]

More about Loras // Jon, please check: Jonsa Book Hints: A8

Let’s keep reading the fifth book...

A DANCE WITH DRAGONS:

In ADWD; Prologue Varamyr encounters with Others (just like AGOT; Prologue) and Varamyr’s body dies, but his mind lives on in his wolf One Eye.

And Varamyr also thinks about Jon and his direwolf..

So we have dead warg who kept living in his animal: A WOLF whose name is ONE EYE.

Varamyr could feel the snowflakes melting on his brow. This is not so bad as burning. Let me sleep and never wake, let me begin my second life. His wolves were close now. He could feel them. He would leave this feeble flesh behind, become one with them, hunting the night and howling at the moon. The warg would become a true wolf. Which, though?

[...]

“They say you forget,” Haggon had told him, a few weeks before his own death. “When the man’s flesh dies, his spirit lives on inside the beast, but every day his memory fades, and the beast becomes a little less a warg, a little more a wolf, until nothing of the man is left and only the beast remains.”

Varamyr knew the truth of that. When he claimed the eagle that had been Orell’s, he could feel the other skinchanger raging at his presence. Orell had been slain by the turncloak crow Jon Snow, and his hate for his killer had been so strong that Varamyr found himself hating the beastling boy as well. He had known what Snow was the moment he saw that great white direwolf stalking silent at his side. One skinchanger can always sense another. Mance should have let me take the direwolf. There would be a second life worthy of a king. He could have done it, he did not doubt. The gift was strong in Snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it.

[...]

A sleeping direwolf raised his head to snarl at empty air. Before their hearts could beat again he had passed on, searching for his own, for One Eye, Sly, and Stalker, for his pack. His wolves would save him, he told himself. That was his last thought as a man. True death came suddenly; he felt a shock of cold, as if he had been plunged into the icy waters of a frozen lake. Then he found himself rushing over moonlit snows with his packmates close behind him. Half the world was dark. One Eye, he knew. He bayed, and Sly and Stalker gave echo. When they reached the crest the wolves paused.

[...]

The things below moved, but did not live. One by one, they raised their heads toward the three wolves on the hill. The last to look was the thing that had been Thistle. She wore wool and fur and leather, and over that she wore a coat of hoarfrost that crackled when she moved and glistened in the moonlight. Pale pink icicles hung from her fingertips, ten long knives of frozen blood. And in the pits where her eyes had been, a pale blue light was flickering, lending her coarse features an eerie beauty they had never known in life. She sees me.

[ADWD; Prologue]

Jon dies in his last ADWD chapter and his last word was his direwolf’s name: GHOST...

[ADWD; Jon XIII]

So we have a full circle:

It started with Agot; Prologue

and ended with ADWD; Jon XIII

Let’s not forget that Jon’s death was foreshadowed in ASOS; Sansa VI chapter.

Lord Petyr dismissed him with a wave, and returned to the pomegranate again as Oswell shuffled down the steps. “Tell me, Alayne—which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?”

“The hidden dagger.”

“There’s a clever girl.” He smiled, his thin lips bright red from the pomegranate seeds.

[ASOS; Sansa VI]

Next chapter was Jon:

Fore more about Jon’s death and Sansa; please check:

Jonsa Book Hints: C12 & E7

“Do not be so certain.” The ruby at Melisandre’s throat gleamed red. “It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold.”

“It is always cold on the Wall.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, my lady.”

“Then you know nothing, Jon Snow,” she whispered.

[ADWD; Jon I]

In conclusion:

Jon’s death, him warging into his direwolf during his death and him coming back to life arc has been foreshadowed since AGOT; Prologue and its most obvious hints were given in ADWD; Prologue by echoing AGOT; Prologue.

The ‘ONE EYE’ motif seems like a key hint for his resurrection.

And Sansa is always close to this motif or she has some connections with this motif via other characters or her chapters.

A Sansa Stark being close to another ‘ONE EYE’ Stark is interesting because of the historical couple: Jonnel ‘One Eye’ & Sansa Stark in Stark family tree..

Even the hints of Jon’s death can be found in Sansa chapters.

All of these tell us that Sansa will be important in Jon’s past resurrection story.

Thanks for reading.

Some sources:

Waymar // Jon

Disfigurements

Jonnel / Sansa

Jon’s fate and losing an eye

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Prunelle de mes yeux (Yandere Rook x Reader)

When I heard the love of my life liked poetry, 😍😳🤤.

"Oh Mon cheri,

You are the one I wish to strike by my arrow of love.

Once you were in my sight,

I became blinded by your radiance and beauty.

I want to sing my love for you to the heavens above,

So that you could hear me.

Dearest love you are the one for me,

You truly are the prunelle de mes yeux.

So, won't you please accept these gifts from me?"

As the poem came to an end her face was redder than the apple mentioned in the text. The words were sweet and heartfelt but what was unnerving was the gifts had been placed in a basket.

Quite a few of her favorite things were placed in the basket, from her favorite flowers in a bouquet, to a few of her favorite snacks. Not only that but the admirer asked to meet within the forest of Pomeifore.

So does that mean her admirer is really handsome? Only good looking people get assigned to that dorm. It's far better than having to go to Savanaclaw at least.

She's still weary about the situation at hand though, on one hand her admirer knows a bit too much about her and on the other hand it would be rude to not show up considering they did all of this. Furthermore she really was curious about who this person was. It was already a given how eloquent they were to write ths poem in cursive none the less.

A little bit of doubt sprung up in her.

"Pomeifore, how can anyone so beautiful from that dorm possibly fall for someone like me?" She voiced aloud to the slight breeze she felt.

She wonders if her admirer could see her love for the gift she was given. How unaware she was that he did see all of it a smile gracing his lips.

"Aw ma chérie, I'm flattered to hear you think I'm beautiful. Truly such an honor that is from a graceful mademoiselle as yourself. Not even the heavens above will stop me from professing my love and affection for you.'

A figure stepped from behind one of the old trees in the area surrounding Ramshackle elated to have heard her reaction to his gift. A good hunter always knew to conceal their presence from their prey.

He would have loved to hear her reaction in person, alas that isn't how he planned it though. He had to set a trap for her in order to confine her from all others.

But in due time it wouldn't be long before his prize for being so patient would arrive.

. . .

The plan was to meet as soon as it was near sunset at around dinner time as the note instructed. She wondered if her admirer had planned to eat with her in beautiful forest scenery that surrounded her. She decided to go in the end cause her conscience wouldn't let her sleep to know she didn't thank the person who went through such efforts to confess.

More and more steps she traveled deeper into the eastern forest of Pomeifore hearing few birds chirp occassionally.

'Head straight from the right side of Pomeifore castle where you'll find a forest beyond the small tower, until you come up to a flat rock. Then you'll find a sign from me there.' Simple instructions.

She saw what she believed to be the rock mentioned and stood there for a moment.

"I wonder if your already here?"

She noticed a paper sticking up from a tree settled behind the rock taped there. It was folded in half and had four words scribbled on the front.

"Prunelle de mes yeux." Was what it said.

'That same phrase.'

She opened it to find even more words scribbled inside.

"You've arrived and have yet to see me, Mon chèri.

I'm sure you're eagerly awaiting my presence, as am I with my overwhelming desire to introduce myself to your wonderfully bright e/c eyes.

But as eager as we both are all good things come to those who wait, as they say.

How about we play a little game?"

Toward the sea,

You shall go,

West from thee

Is where you'll find me.'

"West?"

She could see light trying to break through the foliage of the trees to the right of her.

"The sun sets in the west. So towards the cliffs."

As she walked past a few of the trees, she couldn't help but anticipate meeting this stranger. After crossing the threshold of forestry, she came to face with a sunset that was beautiful beyond words. She was so mesmerized that she didn't noticed the smile directed toward her.

Most definitely she didn't notice his footsteps, as silent as his true intentions.

"Enjoying the view, mon cheri?"

She jumped with a squeak in which had to pull her closer in fear of her falling.

As she looked back at her savior he found himself gazing into flustered expression, that was cute with a faint innocence and shyness that expertly glowed in Rook's green eyes.

She on the other hand noticed his hat that was about to blow off and fall into the sea. Which made her grab it before it could, slipping one of her arms out of Rook's hold. It definitely took him by surprise to see her act with care toward such an insignificant thing. His hold on her did loosen and she was able to get and face him with a reserved nature then the determination he had just saw.

"Ah, I'm such a clutz, here I wouldn't want you to lose such an important item just because you saved me."

"I'm flattered mon amour, but your far more important than some silly hat. Risking your life for something like that makes that beautiful visage shine even brighter." His bright smile definitely had her heart beating at a rabbit's pace not only that but his words weren't something you would hear from any normal student of Night Raven College.

The tone definitely matched the letters she had been sent.

"Your the person who wrote those letters."

"Dearest, prunelle de mes yeux you are indeed correct. Rook Hunt, a pleasure it is to finally meet you up close after seeing you afar." Even though she should've she didn't think too much about the last part of his statement only one phrase in particular.

"What does that mean, it is French right? You said that in your first letter, I recognize the common phrases of love but this one is more complex." As she finished her question she felt as though his happiness visibly increased.

He came a bit closer cupping her cheeks in his gloved ones, a subtle smile but with evergreen eyes that hid so much behind him.

"It means apple of my eye, I'm so glad you remembered that part." He was so close you could definitely see why his soul was chosen to be apart of Pomeifore.

Before she could take a second to admire him longer he had took her hand leading her about a few yards from where they were currently. When he moved to the side there sat a table, two chairs and plates, silverware, an appetizer and a small macaroon tower. Not to mention the small lit candle out of three in between, it was strange since the sunset provided a enough light already.

"Shall we commence our date then? How about we get to know you more personally and me the same?"

. . .

The date was enjoyable to say the least for both parties. She enjoyed his personality and theatrics while he enjoyed her company and entire being sitting across from him, listening to every word she said.

Even after the food was eaten and they stayed in each other's company. It was dark now and Rook had lit two more candles with his pen to add some extra light as he urged her to continue on with her story. The flicker flame kind of casted an eerie shadow over her companion.

Overtime she started to feel insanely sleepy. Yawning in the middle of yet another of their conversations. She apologized for the umpteenth time, as she believed it was because of her herself being tired. It was still rude of course though.

He found it cute, smirking with hidden intent as his plan was working. He was currently teaching her words in French upon asking for more terms he could teach her.

"It's okay, mon amour. You seem sleepy no? How about we get you home?"

The nickname still didn't sit in her mind in complacency causing her to blush. He had already gotten up from his place bringing along the candelabra closer to her face to extend a hand to her.

As soon as she took his hand getting up however she could her eyes automatically closing, and body shutting down. Before she could fully fall into slumber her legs were swept up into the arms of her captor who had placed the candelabra a far enough distance on the table.

Holding her in a bridal fashion Rook examined the unconscious female. As he gently caressed her lips and admired all that was before him in that moment he had her in his arms.

"Words enough aren't able to convey my love to you ma chérie for you are the prunelle de mes yeux after all, and one spell was all it took for me to be able to gain such an astonishing view of your visage." He held her delicately in his arms brushing away some of her hair on her face, gently laying her head on his chest.

"Too curious and naive for your own good, that is why I must take you away so that no one will ever taint that beauty of yours." He says with a calm smile painting his expression as he headed toward Pomeifore.

Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #my rook simp hours #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt #yandere rook hunt

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ask-runaan-anything · 3 years ago

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I find it almost criminal that there is not a single art of Garlath the Annihilator.

Is it weird that I'd consider buying a book about his tales, yeah anyways he sounds like a cool and badass video game protagonist where you are on a mission and get cool weapons along the way, skill him up just to beat up his enemies as a one man-army blessed by the moon.

I have an entire bookshelf full of Garlath's exploits, little shadow. Shall I describe him to you?

*wistful sigh* Garlath the Annihilator stands as a broadshoulder ashenfall tree in the light of the full Moon. His arms are bullwhip vines, and the strength of his hands is like unto the roar of a mortortoise on walkabout. His back is wide and sturdy as the Shademarch, easily constraining all the power of the Bloodhorde.

His eyes are blazonberries, and he can always see the Cycle. His hair cascades as full as Tenthalagel's Cataract in full spring melt, as untamed as a cacophany of flitterblags, yet as soft as a curtain of corusvelvet vines.

Where he walks, the very earth shivers. From the print of his steps, life springs eagerly anew. And when he speaks, the melodaisies pass his voice in chorus across the forest floor.

*ahem* At least, that's what the books say.

Ethari likes to tease me sometimes by sketching Garlath for me, and uhm. Let's say that my husband's sketches carry a distinctly different flavor, far closer to your idea.

Let Ethari loose on Garlath, and you'll get a thicc mountain of a man with a cheery smile and apple cheeks, magically animated hair, biceps that could crush a human's skull, and a very nice ass. He sings and he winks and he tells his enemies terrible puns before chucking them into the Furnace of Souls. And he scrambles up trees to rescue baby birds even though he doesn't like heights, and he stacks adoraburrs into horn cozies, and he dances naked in the moonlight because it's good for his skin, and he loves to kiss shorter people between their horns, and his laugh is such a mood lifter that it can raise the dead, and he cries over pretty flowers--

--wait--

Ethari, have you been self-inserting yourself into my childhood hero crush all this time? Ethari! No, stop giggling at me like th- I'm serious, you need to tell me if y-

*gets smooched by a hot giggling craftsman, melts*

...I just hope Garlath will forgive me for falling in love with someone far more suited to being my perfect match. *soft husband noises*

please I want to play an op Garlath character now and give him a workshop for reasons

#ask runaan #runaan answers #garlath the annihilator #i would create garlath as a gorgeous mythic hero #and ethari would change all my keybinds to make him blow kisses and do seductive dances instead of slish slash #how could i be mad though

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sweetchup · 4 years ago

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Not A Chance!!

Type: Shalnark x reader

Prompt: O’Inari’s Wisdom — On any day during this week, people of the ages of 19-30 years old will go through a walk in the woods carrying a clear ornament (Traditionally it used to be a Jar). The ornament is usually filled with the person’s favorite scent or perfume, Name and Phone number on paper slip, and their dream type of lover on a rose petal. When walking through the woods, the person allows the God/Goddess of the woods O’inari’s Imps to trick them into meeting their soulmate. It is a must to switch ornaments with that first person they see for it is said the imps won’t allow them to leave the forest unless they do so.

Author Note: I decided to try a different writing style with the kiss scene this time. Tell me what you guys think.

(Prompts/Rules) (Masterlist)

“Hey (y/n), Bisky, What’s this?” Gon asks. His voice was hardly heard over the many chattering of the NPCS and other players in the city as you looked at him. Gon first shows Bisky, who was closer to him, a baby blue flier that you couldn’t quite read from where you were standing. “Is it some sort of Greed Island event?”

“Wait a minute. Gon do you not know what O’inari’s wisdom is?” Bisky questions, shocked. Walking over closer and looking from behind Bisky, you realize that the Winter Holiday of O’inari’s Wisdom was indeed taking place on Greed island. You were slightly surprised for a second but it soon started to make sense the more you thought about it. It had started snowing on the island recently and if the game was parallel to the times in the real world then it should also be December in the game. So it just made sense that Holidays were also coded into the game to match the changing seasons.

“Oh, so it’s a Holiday,” Gon says surprised once Bisky explains it to him, “We didn’t celebrate it on Whale Island. Maybe it’s because I was so young. But, at the very least, (y/n) will be able to celebrate it with us.”

“Huh?” You murmur confused. You never mentioned anything about doing it, “I’m not doing it. Actually, why would you think I would do it?”

“Well, you don’t have a boyfriend right? So you must have not done it yet. So you should do it! It will be fun!” Gon explains enthusiastically as Bisky nods in agreement. Of course, it was just straightforward thinking done by Gon, not thinking of other possible possibilities. Man, why exactly did Killua have to leave you to take the Hunter exam again?

“I actually have done the Holiday before,” You tell the two as you start to walk away, calling forth “book” as you do so. As you examine through your binder, you continued to explain what you meant to the younger boy, “I’ve actually done it many times. Sometimes doing a full week some years. Other times going to different locations from other cities or towns. But in all the years I’ve done, I never once heard nor bumped into anyone else in the forest. So I just gave up on th—”

Bisky suddenly cuts you off with a loud exaggerated gasp.

“Oh My~ Then that must mean you really do have a soulmate out there (y/n)! What powerful young love!!” Bisky states dreamily as sparkles and flowers seem to dance around her. All you can do is sigh at the older woman antics and continue on your way. Honestly, to you there was no way Soulmates could exist. Not a chance! There was just no science nor reason behind it. Nen could be explained. Monsters could be explained. But soulmates, not at all. It was just some made up myth with no hard facts.

As you make your way to the gate of Aiai, you feel Gon tug at your top to catch your attention.

“But, (y/n)?” You take your eyes away from your binder to look at Gon. “Do you think you could try? Perhaps one of the needed 99 slot cards is given at the event.”

“Oooo, good thinking Gon,” Bisky states looking at the flier and then looking at you. “With that possibility, I order you to do it then (y/n). Afterall, you are the only person who could do it out of us.”

You and Bisky stare at each other tensely for a little. Slightly challenging each other to step down until eventually you give up and finally look away. Even though you aren’t looking at her, you can hear Bisky doing a dance in success. “Fine then where do we go to take place in this event?”

“Apparently, you can get there by using an Accompany to Winterfell. We don’t even need to go there beforehand to use the accompany card.” As Bisky explains, you flip your binder and grab a spare accompany card. This is the last one from your binder so Gon and Bisky will have to start using their ones from now on. Well, Until you can get to Masadora to get some more.

“Okay then, let’s get this over with,” You state. Though for some reason you have an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you hold the card up. You wondered why, perhaps you felt nervous? But why would you? Greed Island was hardly crowded so this is the lowest chance of meeting someone during the Holiday. Maybe it was just the fact you haven’t done this tradition in a while. Yeah, that was probably just it, “Accompany on! To Winterfell!”

—.—.—.—.—

The crunching sound of snow is the only thing you hear as you walk through the forest. For what felt goes on for miles, all you have been seeing was snow covered pine trees. Not even birds or other sources of life have been spotted while you have been walking in this forest which was quite strange. How long have you been walking you wondered. It was hard to tell but you guessed maybe an hour or so?

Stopping next to a tree, you run your hand up it’s trunk somewhat tracing the engravement in it. You had already seen this before. It was like you have been going in circles, even though you have actually only been going straight. Was this some sort of test in the game? Maybe Gon was right about a specified slot card being here.

“Book!” In a poof, your binder opens up. Or, at least that's what you expect to happen. However, it doesn’t pop up. After calling the book a couple more times, you realize it was no use. It just doesn’t work. Was this some glitch in the game?

All of sudden, a rush of wind catches you off guard. It wasn’t just any breeze however, this gust of wind was similar to that of a giant icy blizzard. You cringe as the snow in the wind pricks and scratches at your skin. You needed to take cover from the harsh wind before you freeze to death.

Quickly, when you try to look around to find somewhere to take cover, something whips into your face, blinding you. As you struggle to pull it off of you, the wind suddenly comes to a complete stop. Weird, very weird. Finally getting it off of you and taking a good look at the item, you realize it was just an in-game scarf. Actually, you weren’t even sure it was an item from the game since it had a tag from the real world.

“Hey! That’s my sc—“ Turning around at the cheerful voice behind you, you see a familiar man a couple of feet away from you. You don’t understand why you recognize the man until he suddenly goes on guard and realization hits you. Wait a minute you remember that stance. He was a member of the Phantom Troupe wasn’t he? Shalnark, right? You quickly get on guard as well when he grabs an antenna from his pocket. An manipulator, huh? In a one on one fight like this, he has the clear advantage on you.

“Hey, I’m not here with the chain user,” You state, breaking the silence between you two. You weren’t usually someone to give up but avoiding a fight with him and going your separate ways is the best way to go in this situation. Afterall, the last thing you needed was to become his newest puppet. “I’m with the kids and all we are doing is playing the game by collecting cards.”

You wrap up Shalnark’s scarf and lightly toss it in front of his feet.

“I have no problems with you guys and I don’t want to fight you.” You continue as you start to walk backward, away from him. Hopefully, that woman, Pakunoda, told the other troupe members how you deteratarted Kurapika away from the option of placing a Nen dagger in her heart and helped spared their boss’ life.

It’s quiet and tense for a couple of minutes, not even the wind was blowing, before the blonde nods in agreement to your idea. You watch as he carefully picks up his scarf and then both of you two turn away from each other at the same time to walk away. Thankfully, counting on that woman seemed t—

All of sudden, after a couple of steps, the large gust of wind returns. You tried to fight against it and continue forward but it only seemed to grow stronger the more you tried. It grew so strong in fact that it lifted you right off your feet and threw you backward. You hoped to land on the soft snow but, of course with your luck, you hit something else very hard with a loud thump. Originally, you thought it was a tree that you hit but once you roll onto your side, you come to the realization that whatever you landed on doesn’t feel anything like tree bark.

“Ow! What was that…” Shooting up at the voice, You realize it was Shalnark that you had hit. You attempt to scurry away from him fast however, as soon as you get too far away, a gust of wind drags him back towards you. You pause as Shalnark lifts his head from being buried in the snow and looks at you confused.

“I-It’s some sort of error in the game. I swear. Maybe with the coding? Or—“ You blab out in a tangent trying to explain what was going on. Soon however, Shalnark sighs loudly, cutting you off.

“That’s a really stupid conclusion you cam up with. If you had once stop to look around you in this game, you would have realized this place, Greed Island, actually takes place in the real world. Specifically a straight shot east of York New.” Shalnark explains, somewhat sarcastically. All you do is roll your eyes. Of course you got stuck with the jackass of the troupe.

“Well then since this game isn’t actually a game, what do you think is going on, if you think you are oh so right?” You spat back at him. For some reason, you just couldn’t understand why he was being so rude in this situation, it was clearly neither of yours fault.

“Simple. This,” Shalnark states confidently as he takes the ornament from his pocket and lifts it up to you. You can’t help but laugh loudly at the idea, causing him to scowl at you.

“Y-You can’t be serious?! You and I? Soulmates!?”

“Of course! You do realize that in the myth it’s impossible for us to leave until we exchange our ornaments.” Shalnark explains, tossing his ornament at you. Clutching it in your hand, you quickly examine the ornament before scoffing.

“Yeah, not a chance,” You state as you toss his ornament back to him, causing Shalnark to sputter confused. “In no ways am I giving my personal information and phone number to the tech expert of the phantom troupe. That’s just plain stupid.”

You and Shalnark bicker on back and forth for a while until eventually he goes quiet and just glares at you. Honestly, in your opinion, it was better if he just chose to quit talking. He snaps his fingers catching you off guard, “Okay I have an idea! How about I try to convince you we are destine—”

“Soulmates?” You finish for him, slightly cringing.

“Yeah, that! And if I can convince you, then you can feel safe to give me your ornament so we can both leave.”

You ponder a little on the option he suggested. Honestly, you actually didn’t have much of any others option to begin with, “Fine. What do you got to convince me?”

“Well, first,” You watch closely as Shalnark grabs the Rose petal out from his ornament. Oh, you knew where this was going, that was actually a smart idea. Maybe this guy actually had some brain cells. “I’m going to read off my dream type of lover. I bet this will describes you.”

Reading off his petal to you, you listen carefully. As the more he goes on, you can’t deny that it did somewhat describe you, almost on the dime. As Shalnark shows the petal to you to prove he wasn’t making stuff up, You decide to grab your own petal. He seems to get excited that you finally understood what he was saying.

“See I tol—“ Shalnark is cut off when you let out a loud laugh.

“Yeah no way. Mine is ‘Someone who is like the sun; always cheerful as well as mentally bright.’” You read off, chucking it back into the ornament.

“Hey! I’m pretty cheerful! And bright!” Shalnark states, finally flashing you a smile for the first time you’ve been with him.

“Ha, I doubt that.” You say, though you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat at how handsome he looked with a smile on his face. Your eyes go wide and you mentally slap yourself. What in the world were you thinking just now? You were flustered over him?!, “N-Next! What’s your other ideas?!”

“Aw come on!”

After a couple of more attempts from Shalnark to prove you two are soulmates, as well as many more confused borderline bipolar back and forth feelings on your end, Shalnark has run out of ideas and you two sit in silence as he tries to come up with more.

“Is that all the ideas you have?” You ask him shivering slightly as you pull your jacket closer for warmth. Looking up towards the sky above the thick pine branches, you see that it had just started to get darker out, effectively making it ten times colder as well. It now dawns on you that at this rate with your progress, you two could possibly freeze to death out here if you couldn’t get to a warm shelter before night.

“Shalnark. Here I—“ You suddenly pause what you were saying as you turn to face the man, “what the hell do you think you are doing…?”

You looked confused at Shalnark, who had moved closer to sit next to you. You didn’t know what he was up to but you definitely still didn’t trust him. As you try to lift yourself up to move away, Shalnark quickly grabs your wrist to keep you put where you were. Oh hell no. You struggle against his grip, attempting to pry his fingers off of your wrist but while you are distracted he uses his other hand to grab your arm. Effectively trapping you.

You struggle against him a little more but it only causes him to push you backwards down into the snow, him slightly leaning over you. Now nervous about what Shalnark was possibly doing, you shout out to him, “H-hey! I’ll give you the ornament okay? I don’t want—“

You feel the rest of your words die in your throat as Shalnark leans his forehead against yours, causing him to get very close to your face as well. Biting the inside of your mouth, you close your eyes tightly as a way to try calming your pounding heart. You couldn’t tell if your heart was racing out of fear or possibly something else. Though, again, it wasn’t like you could think straight at this point on time to figure which one. Cutting off your thoughts, Shalnark lets out a boyish giggle and tells you, “For someone who says they hate me and doesn’t believe in soulmates, your face sure is feeling quite hot. It’s almost as if you are flustered by me.”

Quickly, most likely in an attempt to save your dignity, you turn your face away to him so his face could no longer touch yours. As you do so, your heart leaps out of your chest when you hear him let out a small aww in disappointment.

“H-hey! I said I’ll give you my ornament so let go of me!” You sputter out, trying and likely failing at keeping yourself composed. You know it’s hard for you to think logically in a situation like this but you would’ve thought you had enough common sense in you to not get flustered by a mass murder.

“Hmmmm… Nope” Shalnark answers, popping the “p” at the end. Surprised and bewildered, You whirl your head around back to look at him. He seemed to get a kick out of your reaction because he can’t help but laugh. “You are correct by the fact that all I wanted originally was to take the ornament and leave. But the more we went on, talking and bickering, I realized I wanted something else.”

“H-huh? What? I don’t have much of anything else.” You questioned. Was he talking about cards in the game? Gon carried all of the number slot cards so you didn’t have anything that was useful to Shalnark.

“Silly girl~ It’s simple.” Shalnark flashes you a smile as he boops your nose with each next word, “I. Want. You~”

As you give a weird expression in response to Shalnark flirting attempt, he looks at you confused as to why you looked like that before full on laughing, when what looked like steam started to flow from out of your head. He couldn’t believe he fried your brain with a silly pick up line. It wasn’t even a good one either.

“Adorable~” Shalnark whispers out so softly and quietly that you almost don’t hear it. You go to ask him to repeat what he said again, but stop when he leans down. He wasn’t—

You can only watch as he inches closer and closer to your face. You don’t get why you don’t stop him, you know you probably should. But you just couldn’t for some reason you didn’t quite understand.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Shalnark kisses you. Stealing your first kiss, a precious thing you could never be able to get back from him. Though you doubt you would even try if you were able to.

As his lips moved against yours, you had to admit they were surprisingly soft, not at all rough or chapped like what the very few romance books you’ve read over the years described. Though you had to admit those boorish books were right about one thing, kissing someone was a feeling you’ve never once experienced before in your life. Authors have described the experience in many different ways but as Shalnark pulls away from your lips only to dive it once. Twice. And so many more times that you’ve lost count, you realize yours wasn’t like the ones written down. It didn’t take your breath away, it wasn’t rough or deep, it wasn’t messy or desperate.

But, it was yours. A feverish kiss if you must find a word to describe it. A kiss that even while pushed down into the freezing cold snow, you felt you were burning up inside. So much so, that your brain seemed to melt and your muscles turned to jelly from an non existent heat.

Finally after a while, you two pull away from each other, still in a trance like state from what happened. It’s quiet, nothing is heard nor said between you two as you just stare at each other. You know it is now dark out. You know you should be trying to get back to Gon and Bisky before they worry. You know it would be in your best interests to try to get away as far as you can from the dangerous man before you. You know you shouldn’t be feeling such feelings for him, for it is too soon and he probably doesn’t even deserve to be able to experience a pleasant emotion like this one. You know all these things almost as if they are engraved in your heart.

But, even when knowing all these things, you can’t stop yourself from dragging Shalnark back in to give you another kiss.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #shalnark #shalnark x reader

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Little Kestrel (Part 5)[Birds of Different Feathers Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Patton & Virgil (future Virgil/Patton but not in this story)

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton, Virgil

Appear: Thomas

Mentioned: Janus

Summary:

It was supposed to be a quick job either way. Either Virgil would assassinate King Thomas of Prijaznia or he’d be caught and get executed. Yet, when Virgil gets the wrong bedroom and gets caught by Prince Logan and his future royal advisor, Patton, the job ends up getting way more complicated for the 14-year-old. He also ends up sleeping in a (actually pretty comfortable) closet for a few weeks…

Notes: Implied/referenced child abuse, assassination attempt, knives, torture mentioned, captivity, teenagers being really dumb

This is a prequel to Kill Dear. I wrote it 100 words at a time on my blog, but this is the edited version. If you want to see how it was crafted, look at the tag proofread stories.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Virgil sat as still as he could in the dark space he’d been put in. He could feel the warning tingle of the binding magic at his wrists telling him not to move too much or else. He was just lucky that they’d chosen to use metal instead of cloth to apply the potion and that he’d been unconscious until it dried. He knew from experience that there was no escaping the pain that type of potion brought until it dried no matter how still you were. Now, at least, if he didn’t try to struggle against his binding it wouldn��t hurt him. It sucked because all he wanted to do was move. He wanted to struggle and pull against the binding at his wrist, but he couldn’t. Even if it wouldn’t put him in crippling amounts of pain, he’d still not be able to get away.

So, instead he just shook. He was such a fuck up. He couldn’t even remember the right room and now he was going to die. No, he was probably going to be tortured and then he was going to die. His breath came quicker and quicker the longer he remained in the closet. He’d tried to murder their king. He’d come into their prince’s bedroom in the middle of the night wielding a knife. There was no way he wasn’t going to be made to suffer for that. It didn’t matter how gently the prince and his… person had treated him so far.

He heard the muffled sounds of people approaching the closet and curled into himself. Oh, god he was going to die. He had been breathing quickly, but now he couldn’t breathe at all. It felt like someone had poured tar into his lungs. The closet door opened, and he flinched, curled into a ball and choking on nothing.

“Hey, hey,” a familiar voice said. Patton, Virgil’s mind offered: the other guy with the prince. When Virgil managed to flick his eyes open, he saw Patton had gotten to his knees in front of him. He dully noted that the boy had reached out and touched his shoulder. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry. Can you breathe for me?”

What was the point? He wondered, but after a few moments, he managed to suck in a couple of breaths.

When he managed to calm enough to look around, he noticed that instead of there being a bunch of castle guards standing around waiting to drag him off to some dungeon, it was just the prince and Patton again. He blinked up at them in confusion.

“There’s been a change of plans,” the prince explained.

“What?” Virgil asked dumbly. “What do you mean?”

“My father is going to be away for the next three weeks,” the prince said. “Considering you didn’t kill the guards and your only targets seems to be my father and perhaps myself, you are likely not a real danger to anyone if you escape and I’m willing to take the risk with myself. With that in mind, Patton and I have decided not to turn you in yet.”

Well what the hell did that mean? Was that good or bad? On one hand, it meant that he wouldn’t be executed yet, but what exactly did the prince want with him?

As Virgil began to freak out about the possibilities, the prince continued to speak, seemingly more to himself than to Virgil or Patton.

“We will need to figure out how to care for you in the interim. We’ll have to provide you with more food than just snacks as well as find you a place to sleep. At least one of us will have to be with you at all times, and with Father gone, I’ll have to attend to some royal duties. Luckily it isn’t strange for Patton to come into my quarters at will.” He considered Virgil with discerning eyes. “Also, your general health seems to be lacking, so I’ll have to account for preexisting conditions. First thing, first though. I imagine keeping you in those bracelets all the time would be impractical. We’ll need another solution, especially for sleep.”

Virgil did not like the sound of that. He assumed based on what the prince had done so far that he’d enact some sort of magical bondage. From Virgil’s experience, magical bondage ranged from unpleasant to legitimately agonizing.

“Patton, if you will watch him for the time being, I need to go work on a more precise binding potion then the one I’ve been using.”

“Sure,” Patton agreed, but the prince was wondering away before he’d even finished the word. Patton shook his head fondly before turning back to Virgil. “Wanna come out of the closet now?”

He really, really didn’t, but he was pretty sure he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He curled his legs into himself as much as he could and waited to be dragged out into the room, but he wasn’t touched.

“Okay,” Patton said. “That’s fine. It’s a pretty nice closet.” Virgil said nothing but did breathe a sigh of relief about being able to stay. It wasn’t very rational because in actuality he was no safer here than anywhere else in the room, but the closet felt more defensible even if they could drag him out of it whenever they wanted.

Patton seemed content to sit outside the closet and leave him in peace for the moment. A few minutes later Patton made a sound and Virgil looked over to see him yawn. He smiled when he saw Virgil watching. “It was a long night for all of us, I imagine,” he said. “Hmm… actually. Wait there.”

Like he could go anywhere else. He couldn’t get a good enough angle to see what Patton was doing, but he could here him moving around the room and rustling through a few things. He came back into view holding a comical number of pillows and blankets.

“Here,” Patton said. He offered Virgil one of the blankets and then seemed to remember that Virgil could not reach out to take it. “Hmm…” He spread out the blanket next to Virgil. “Do you mind if I touch you?”

“Why are you even asking?” Virgil asked. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Patton frowned and Virgil scrunched into himself at the expression, but it lightened the next moment. “I know it’s a bit of a bad situation and you are technically a prisoner, but I don’t want to hurt you or make you feel bad,” Patton said.

Virgil didn’t know how to respond to that. There was no way that it wasn’t some sort of trick, but he didn’t dare outright say that he thought that.

“Can I touch you a bit?” Patton asked once again. “Just to help you get onto the blanket.”

“Sure,” Virgil agreed.

The other boy smiled sweetly and grabbed his wrists with gentle fingers. Virgil let his whole body follow Patton’s guidance until he was situated rather comfortably on an unbelievably soft blanket.

“Head,” Patton said, holding up a pillow. Virgil lifted his head slightly and the pillow was shoved underneath it.

Another blanket was settled over him the next. Patton was weird. “There you go!” Patton said. “Now you can take a nap.”

Virgil blinked up at him in confusion. That was… not happening. What exactly about this situation did Patton think was conducive to sleep?

“…Or rest comfortably at least,” Patton said after a moment. He arranged a pillow and blanket for himself and laid on his side, so he was facing Virgil. He yawned slightly again but didn’t close his eyes. They stared at each other for an uncomfortably long moment.

“What are we doing?” Virgil finally asked when he realized Patton was not planning to ever break the awkward silence.

“We’re resting,” Patton said, “and hanging out.”

“Hanging out?” Virgil asked.

“Mmm, yeah,” Patton said popping up onto his elbow to peer at him. “Let’s talk some! We can get to know each other.”

Virgil looked at him suspicious about where this was going. “Talk about what?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

Patton hummed a quiet tune and his fingers tapped against the side of his face as he wiggled a bit back and forth. “Do you like cats?”

“Cats?” Virgil asked. “Uh… sure?”

“I love cats,” Patton divulged. “There are a lot of cats in the castle. Not all of them like people very much, but I like to try to pet them! I even made up a game where I get points for every cat that lets me pet it. The grumpier they are, the more points I get!”

“You… try to pet wild cats?” Virgil asked.

“Uh huh!”

Virgil thought back to the few untamed cats he’d met in his life. “Don’t they… try to murder you.”

“Sometimes,” Patton said with a shrug. He moved his arm suddenly and Virgil startled, but he just rolled down his sleeve so Virgil could see a large, fairly fresh-looking scratch on his arm. “This one’s from Mr. Calico Man. He does not like his ears touched apparently, but he will let me give him chin scratchies!”

This boy was insane.

“I think I’ve pet every single cat in the castle at least once, except for Ghost Kitty.”

“Who is Ghost Kitty?”

“Oh, Ghost Kitty is the prettiest thing in the world,” Patton gushed. “She hangs out in the gardens a lot, but no one can get anywhere near her. She’s completely black and only started showing up around a year ago. I can’t even see her for more than 2 seconds at a time let alone try to pet her, but I will someday and on that day, I’ll get 1,000 points!”

“How many points are they usually?”

“For ones like Mittens and Cleo who I’ve known since they were babies, only 1. For Sandra it’s 5 since she can get a bit tetchy, but usually won’t run away. Lily Flower and Red Hot like to run away but won’t try to scratch me if I do catch them so they’re 10. Ones like Mr. Calico Man are worth 100.”

“So, you are going to try to pet a cat that is 10x more feral than the one that slashed your arm?”

“She’s so pretty!”

“You have no survival instincts whatsoever, do you?” Virgil asked.

Patton smiled wryly at him. “I apparently have a couple,” he said.

Virgil blinked at him and thought back, connecting the dots. Only Patton and the prince knew he was here, and the prince had been in front of him when he’d came into the room… “You were the one to knock me unconscious,” he concluded.

“I’d say sorry, but you were coming in here with the intention of hurting someone I care about,” Patton said with a shrug.

Right. Virgil had almost forgotten amongst his soft tone and gentle countenance that the man laying docilly next to him definitely hated his guts and would probably relish in whatever the prince had planned for him.

Virgil let his fists clench, but otherwise didn’t let onto his distress as Patton softly brought the conversation back to the previous topic and continued to ramble on about the different cats of the castle.

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Sunday 25 August 1839

3 ½

10 ¾

fine morning A-‘s neck poorly – off from Stockholm at 5 ½ in little carriage and 2 horses – no forbud – at Rottebro [Rotebro] (single house) at 7 13/.. – terrible boulder stone pavé in Stockholm and terrible and many deeo channels there – good road nice drive – about ¾ of the way very pretty wooded lake – Rottebro [Rotebro] one story red smeared wood house – not good to sleep at – sun now at 7 ½ am it peeped out about 7 – very fine morning – off in 13 minutes – good road – nice drive – nice good country for Sweden – peeps now and then of wood pretty lake (right) Maista [Märsta] single farm house not good to sleep at – A – very cold – very good road – forest with moss green rocks as in Norway but no large old trees – there open country – less encumbered with rock and boulder than in the other parts of Sweden that we have seen – better farming? and better crops? corn in stook and to cut – peas drying on poles reared in a circle and meeting at top like a Lapland hut – hops very fine morning – Alisk [Alsike] single house – better than the 2 last – perhaps one might sleep here? Hamlets and villages and farms thinly scattered today – wondered at their being so thinly scattered close to the capital – the country here seems better peopled than just out of the gates of Stockholm –

Snow-ploughs lying at the roadside here as everywhere

From Alisk [Alsike] to Upsāla [Uppsala] very pretty drive – excellent road – open country – at 11 40/.. good wood bridge over broadish stream and then fine vist view thro’ forest by and by sun to terminate in the huge brick chateau built on a hill qui domine the 2 steepled cathedral and the city – arrived at 12 20/.. – Hotel de la poste – ordered dinner at 2 – changed our dress – out at 1 40/.. – to the cathedral – large

August Sunday 25 handsome (clean) whitewashed church – a large crucifix over the altar – beneath the pedestal of the crucifix a cross over which hung a serpent – the altar in decoration like a Roman catholic altar the congregation was assembled at 2 and the organ played and the people sang psalms till 2 20/.. the preacher began the epistle at 2 20/.. and we staid 10 minutes longer – his manner perfectly quiet, but he spoke clearly and impressionably – home at 2 40/.. dinner at 2 ¾ in 35 minutes – then I dozed on the sofa till near 4 – up so early – and driving all the way (A- and I in front – John Winter our new courier and the peasant behind) and having nothing to eat but a little gingerbread with A- between 10 and 11 as we sat in the carriage at Alisk [Alsike] (from 10 27/.. to 11 10/.. one of the horses being shod in the meantime) i.e. little to eat from 4pm. yesterday to 2 ¾ today, made me feel sleepy – out at 4 to the botanic garden – our courier did not even know Linnaeus by name – but he native of Hamburg was courier to prince Oscar 3 years – then set up at Stockholm as loueur de voitures – failed recently and now gets his living as well as he can - was with Captain Wilbraham of the 7th regiment a fortnight ago for 4 days – went to Dannemora – not time for Falun – off to St. Petersburg – Captain W- asked if ladies descended at Danemora [Dannemora] – no! none but English ladies and several of these had been down! – a civil intelligent garçon gardener shewed us the Serres and orangery and garden ground immediately around them – the building called orangery handsome – but no orange trees to be seen there or near there (a few in the serres the man said) the tubs outside filled with our common and Portugal laurels – ivy in pots outside – will no[t] do well out of doors! yet common sorts of palmiers seemed healthy in the orangery larger and healthier than what we saw in the serres – a thing very common hereabouts and forming a low hedge at the botanic garden is Spiraea calcifolia [salicifolia], flower like sweet dock

no fire in the hot houses

SH:7/ML/TR/13/0008

August Sunday 25 Spruce firs planted at 2 foots, hedgewise – and others cut into cones or looked better as obelisks or a paral of 2 rows of them just below the chateau (in the part of the botanic garden between the museum and chateau) – these spruces looked just as well as if they had been yews and might be got up in ½ the time – the museum Thunbergs’ collection a poor concern – birds etc. ill stuffed and not in the best preservation – the specimens (an infinity of serpents) in spirits locked up in dark cupboards – many duplicates and bad arrangement – the statue of Linnaeus sitting – book in his hand – contemplating his favourite flower (Linnaea borealis) not a chef-d’oeuvre, but interesting -

2 or 3 specimens of Gigantic Elk – caught near here 6 or 7 years ago as I understood – but one of John’s (Winter) friends shot one last winter about 1 ½ mile from here – salted it the meat a delicacy – some left – we are to tasted it – this animal in all the forests here – the horns covered with a sort of down – as also the horns of the rein-deer. can buy here the salted tongues and hams of rein deer

Fringa, several [species] of, found in the isle of Gothland sur le bord de la mer – curious sort of ruff round its neck do not recollect having seen this bird anywhere before

Platalea pygmaea caught here pigmy spoonbill said to be the only specimen of the kind to be found in any museum –

August Sunday 25 Tetrao generic name of moor game

common barn-door fowl classed Phasianus gallus.

Heron, genus ardea.

from the musée sauntered to the chateau – the governor resides in one part – prisoners before their trail are confined in another part – many rooms unfurnished – the 3 or 4 towers (at one each corner) look well – but the modern parts – one front with a pediment are terrible – fine commanding situation – the views from it have excused us the trouble of going to the top of the cathedral – old Upsāla [Uppsala] full in view from the chateau – nothing worth seeing says our courier when at mora – merely a few stone with no inscriptions at all – then walked down thro’ the town to the Steamer that plies daily between Stockholm and here in 5 hours – deck passage 2 dollars rigs. – salon double that John thinks – nice vessel enough – deck covered with awning as usual - Upsāla [Uppsala] a nice town – the most livable we have seen – not so low and water girt as the towns in Sweden in general in which one fancies one could not breathe for damp and fog – the castle cathedral university buildings library etc. on high ground – fine fresh air, and agreeable – our Inn comfortable – the first house just below the new library and nicely situated – a drop or 2 of rain between 4 and 5 and afterwards but held off till we came in at 7 ½ - then a shower – till then very fine day – no supper – no wish for anything since dinner excellent veal cutlets (carbonnade) and preserved gooseberries and fried morsels of potato – then soup – then fritters – such is the order here – all good – had just written so far (inked all over accounts and all) now at 10 pm at which hour F60 ½°

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epiphany-of-a-madwoman · 5 years ago

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The Unexpected Perks of War | Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!OC

Part 2

Summary: Allys Baratheon is the only trueborn daughter of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister. After the explosion of The Sept of Balor and the death of Tommen, Allys grew tired of the ghosts that hung in Kings Landing and set off to Dragonstone, hoping to find a semblance of safety.

Note: Masterlist for this series here🤍

A loud knock on her door is the first thing Allys hears upon waking up. Sitting up, her dark hair, tangled and matted from tossing and turning all night, obscures her vision. She breathes in a deep breath and pushes away the hairs. Tangles get caught in her fingers, causing a few strands to get pulled from her scalp. Cringing at the pain, Allys simply tucks her hair behind her ears, careful to not pull on any of the knots and wipes the sleep away from her eyes.

“Come in,” she calls out, her voice croaky and uneven from lack of use. The door clicks as the person on the other side pushes on the handle. The wood creaks as the heavy door swings open, revealing a bright-eyed Missandei. Her attire is similar to what she’d been wearing when Allys first came to Dragonstone and her hair is styled the same, but somehow she brings a sort of...freshness to it. Allys has never seen Missandei look dull and lifeless, no matter the color palette of her attire due to the soft smile and beaming eyes she pairs with it.

And it didn’t take Allys long to figure out why.

In her time in the East, Daenerys went from city to city, using her dragons and an army that quickly grew each day to liberate the people of Astapor, Yuanki, and finally Mereen. Missandei had been in Astapor, as a slave translator to some master there. When Daenerys came to purchase the Unsullied she took Missandei as well… and then proceeded to kill all the masters and free the people. So it is no surprise that she and Daenerys are like sisters, something that makes Allys subconsciously smile, but also bringing a ping of sadness, reminding her of her own sister. Myrcella had been kind and good and so unlike their mother, and the world chewed her up and spat her out, as it does with all genuinely good people.

It had been a bitter pill to swallow when Allys’ uncle told her that the woman who poisoned Marcella, Ellaria Sand, was an ally of Daenerys. One she invited to Dragonstone to form an alliance with. It had felt like poorly made ale pouring down her throat whenever she wandered through the large castle and happened upon one of her daughters or Ellaria herself. Her fist clenching and unclenching at her side in anger, but without the power to do anything. So she was forced to let it go. And eventually, karma caught up to her when she was captured by Euron Greyjoy and dragged to King’s Landing. Allys isn’t sure what happened next, but she knows her mother did something horrible to the woman. But Allys couldn’t bring herself to feel saddened by her death. For once, her mother’s viciousness played in her favor.

“Good morning, My Lady,” Missandei said, beaming at Allys as she glides across the room towards her windows. Her heeled boots clack against the stone floor, the only proof that her feet were making contact with the ground. A stray curl rests on her forehead, bouncing with each movement. Upon reaching the windows, she throws aside the thick curtains that once blocked out the early morning sun rays. A flock of birds flies into view as they soar through the sky, unbothered by the storm that’s been brewing since Daenerys got her dragons. Missandei begins to move the curtains to their respective sides and ties them into a knot, forcing them to stay put.

“Good morning, Missandei,” Allys replies, her voice still shaky and groggy sounding. Finished with the curtains, Missandei turns to face Allys with her fingers intertwined as they rest in front of her body.

“I’m here to help you dress this morning,” Missandei said as if this was a normal thing.

It wasn’t.

“Don’t you help Daen - I mean, The Queen?” Allys asks, stumbling on her words when Daenerys was mentioned. And Allys cursed herself and her ancestors as the heat began to rise on her cheeks. A part of her hoped that the fascination she felt towards the Dragon Queen would fade with time, not wanting to become emotionally invested in someone who may die. But instead of dimming, as time went on and days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months; all the while, Allys’ affection for Daenerys only grew. And while a part of her was convinced Daenerys felt the same, she couldn’t bring herself to do anything.

It was irrational really, considering the kiss they’d shared the first night Allys came to Dragonstone. Daenerys was warm and welcoming, often spending hours upon hours of her free time roaming Dragonstone and its surrounding island with Allys. They spoke about anything that came to mind; from the color of the sky that day to childhood trauma hidden behind porcelain masks and a gaze as hard as stone. Allys told Daenerys things she’d never dreamed of telling. And Daenerys returned the favor, whispering of the times with her brother Viserys - when she was a soft flower and nothing like the dragon breathing fire she is now. Yet still, Daenerys made no further moves, so like a coward, Allys shied away from her feelings, unable to open herself up to hurt if Daenerys had changed her mind.

“The Queen is away with Drogon and the Dothraki,” Missandei answers, throwing Allys a knowing look with a twinkle in her eyes. This only furthers Allys’ blush, turning her face Lannister red.

“Right, how could I forget,” Allys answers, eyes darting around the room, unable to meet Missandei’s gaze.

‘She knows. Of course, she knows, how could she not.’

“If you would prefer I can leave?” Missandei proposes, slightly quirking an eyebrow, but otherwise maintaining an even expression. Most time Allys couldn’t beleive that Missandei had endured all she did, being dragged away from her home as a young child and forced into slavery, serving vicous men who enjoy the suffering of those beneath them. She was so light and bright, bringing a warmth akin to the burning sun in the South. But there were times her past slipped into her actions. It was there in the way Missandei could quickly change her expression, schooling her facial expressions to reveal nothing.

“Oh no! That’s not - I just - I and - you usually - ” Allys stumbles over her words like a fish out of water. It seemed every time she opened her mouth, something ridiculous would come out. And not for the first time, Allys wishes she paid better attention to the lessons her Septa attempted to instill in her. The soft laughter coming from Missandei pulls Allys from her jumbled mind. One of her hands covers her mouth in an attempt to conceal the smile tugging at her lips. “Right, I um would love your help this morning. If you don’t mind, that is,” Allys manages to answer.

“Then I shall pick out a dress for you, My Lady,” Missandei replies, not missing a beat as she moves towards the wardrobe that now holds various outfits for any possible occasion. Gifts from her new host. It didn’t escape Allys’ notice that most were in black and red - the colors of House Targaryen.

“Missandei,” Allys said, watching as she opens the wardrobe and begins moving around the dresses.

“Yes?” she answers, not moving her gaze from her current task.

“Do you think you could braid my hair? I’d do it myself, but my hands are so shaky it never looks good. AndtheQueen’shairalwayslookssonice,” Allys said, saying the last sentence in one breath, her anxiety growing with each word.

Missandei watches Allys with an unreadable expression, causing Allys to immediately clam up. And before she can frantically spit out an apology and attempt to hide in her blankets, a beaming smile forms on her face and she gives a single head nod.

“Of course, My Lady.”

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“My niece you are practically glowing!” Tyrion Lannister calls from across the room, closing the distance between them. She begins giggling softly, unable to control the noises as they echo in the entrance of the castle, the tall ceiling carrying to sounds through the hall. Her footsteps click all around them as Allys lifts her dress slightly and runs towards Tyrion. As they meet Allys bends down slightly and embraces him in a hug with a contented sigh. It’s warm and comforting as she wraps her arms around her uncle, basking in the familiarity of his presence. After a moment he pulls away, taking in her full appearance.

“Thank you, Uncle,” Allys says, managing to stifle her laughter. She brushes her hands down the sides of her dress, feeling the small embroidered flowers dance up her dress. It was pale pink with delicate white details. The design and colors are similar to something she’d wear in King’s Landing, though this dress is thicker than the light airy dresses she used to wear. “Missandei helped me this morning.”

“I could tell from the braids,” he points out, smirking slightly as he notices the braid style is similar to Daenerys’ hair. “You’ve always been hopeless when it comes to those things,” he teases, referencing all of Allys’ failed attempts at needlepoint. What was intended to be a flower, looked like a blob in pretty colors. And don’t even bring up the lion she attempted for Tyrion’s nameday. Instead of a proud lion in red and gold, it looked like a half-dead lion someone cut open. Allys would like to use her age of nine as a defense, but the point would be moot, considering her needlepoint never progressed past that age.

“I make up for my unsteady hands by being a master at chess,” she teases back, reminding him of the countless times she beat her uncle at chess. She used to play every waking hour, almost entranced by the game, attentively watching the tactics of each opponent. She’d play anyone willing: her Uncle Tyrion, Uncle Jaime, her brothers, at one point she’d even played Ned Stark. Yet the only person more insistent to play than her was Joffery, but for all the wrong reasons. One day they played and she crushed him. Joffrey, unable to let his pride be wounded by his sister - seeing himself as superior to her for the simple fact that he was a man and she was a girl - played her every single day. But with each loss, he grew violent and would throw the chess set on the ground, his face red with anger. After he broke the fifth set, Allys settled on only playing Tyrion, preening at the praise he offered after each victory.

“Something you never allow anyone to forget,” Tyrion said. A soft smile on his face as they both reminisce about simpler and much happier times.

“How was it?” Allys asks, referencing the battle her uncle had just returned from. Daenerys, along with Drogon and the Dothraki attacked the Lannister and Tarly army while they were on the road to King’s Landing after taking Highgarden.

“It was -” he begins, but trails off, unable to find the words.

“War?” Allys butts in.

“Yes, it was war,” Tyrion replies as he nods his head. A deep sigh escapes his mouth, his expression downcast. Allys feels the urge to change the subject, pretend people aren’t dying, and live in a world where everyone’s happy, but something grips her tightly, not allowing the words to leave her mouth. Not those words at least.

“And Uncle Jaime?” she asks, her mouth moving before her brain. Another sigh from Tyrion and this time, he rubs across his face with his hand.

“Not dead… I think,” he replies, his voice muffled by his arm.

“You think?” Allys questions. While the more distant of her two uncles, Allys still greatly cared for her Uncle Jaime. She understood his facade was a means to block away the pain; a way to be unbothered by the venom lacing the tongues of the people who whispered about him, their words like a whip lashing him. He covered his pain with arrogance and bravado, but Allys would see his facade slipping through the cracks in the quiet moments. When the harsh words of the court were absent and her father wasn’t being belligerent. Jaime Lannister was softer than he’d ever admit. Even if he and her mother did questionable things, their bond just a touch closer than normal, he’s family. One of the few remaining on the list that grows shorter each day that passes.

“I didn’t see him die… I also didn’t see him after the battle,” Tyrion explains, moving his hand from his face.

“So an ambiguous ending… I’ll take it,” Allys said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m dying to get out of this dark castle and feel the sun,” Allys said, moving towards the exit.

“Of course,” Tyrion said, stepping away from her. “And Allys,” he calls out, stopping her in her tracks. She turns to face him, a bright smile once again upon her face.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said. And with a single nod and her smile getting even wider, Allys opens the door and steps out of the castle.

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The sun while bright and inviting is far more deceiving than it had been in King’s Landing. While Allys assumed with the sun out, the air would be warm, the biting wind that whipped around her meant differently. But not even stray hairs smacking into her face and getting stuck in her mouth could stop the dopey grin on her face nor the warm fuzzy feeling slowly building into something more.

Standing exactly 20 paces from Allys was Daenerys, looking as regal as ever. Her silver hair was pulled back into an intricate style, suited for a queen riding into battle on a dragon. Her pale skin glowed in the soft sunlight, reminiscent of opal. Her clothes are dark in color, with a stark red cloak hanging off her shoulder. The cloak was held in place by a three headed dragon clasp, the silver shining in the sun and nearly blinding anyone who dared look at Daenerys. The dragons fly high above, but never get too far from her. And not for the first time, Daenerys seemed more like the Fire Goddess the Dothraki revered her as than the human girl Allys knows her to be.

The only damper to her mood was Jon Snow standing two paces from Daenerys, a touch closer than Allys ever dared get - in fear that Daenerys would hear her pounding heart. The newly named King of the North originally came here for an alliance, but upon refusing to bend the knee, he hasn’t left yet. By choice or by force, Allys isn’t sure. Either way, he’s always there, with his puppy eyes and brooding stare, constantly in Daenerys’ presence. And while Allys never felt any particular emotion towards him, an unreasonable disdain bubbles inside her whenever she sees him. And yet even with this perceived threat, Allys found herself too cowardly to say a word to Daenerys.

Daenerys’ purple eyes move from Jon, panning across the landscape until they land on Allys. Her eyes widen a fraction, her blank expression melting away as her lips curl into a sweet smile. Allys’ heart beats erratically at the small gesture, her lips turning upward to mirror Daenerys’ expression. With mumbled words to Jon, not even bothering to look at him, Daenerys moves towards Allys. Her pace is quick, crossing their distance in 10 strides as opposed to 20. And before Allys can speak or even think, Daenerys throws her arms around Allys. Her embrace is welcomed, her warm body fighting away the chilling air surrounding them. On instinct, Allys snakes her arms around Daenerys as she soaks in their closeness. Her heartbeat is loud and more frantic to the point Allys fears it might stop.

But she’ll take the risk just to spend another moment in Daenerys’ arms.

And for a split second, she is convinced that Daenerys' heart is pounding as loud as hers, but quickly dismisses that notion. Instead, determining it was simply her own echoing in her ears.

Daenerys is the first to pull away but stays a pace away from Allys. And with an alarming revelation, Allys realizes this is the closest they’ve ever been. Her cheeks heat up again, as bright as they were earlier in the morning. Allys just prayed to any god that would listen that it could be passed off as a result of the cold. Either way, Daenerys doesn’t bring it up and for that, Allys is grateful.

“I missed you,” Allys said, the words tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them. Daenerys’ smile raises a fraction, bringing a hand up to Allys’s face. With bated breath, Allys watches out of the corner of her eye as her hand comes near Allys’ cheek. She lightly caresses it, her touch so light it could be mistaken for the wind, before tucking a few stray hairs behind Allys’ ear.

“I missed you as well,” Daenerys said, her voice so soft it was concealed by the wind, only to be heard by Allys. “Your presence would’ve been a welcomed changed to an otherwise dull event.” Her hand trails from Allys’ face down her cheeks before faintly resting on her jaw.

“I never knew a battle to be a dull event,” Allys said, managing to keep her tone semi-steady even though inwardly she was bursting with each touch.

“I’ve found in the recent months any affair is dull when you are missing,” Daenerys replies. Her purple eyes watching Allys, soaking in every reaction on her face. Allys’ flush gets deeper and the warmth spreads to the entirety of her face. And suddenly she found it incredibly difficult to breathe. Yet the feeling wasn’t unwelcomed, as butterflies flutter in her stomach and her breathing wavers in anticipation. The anticipation of what? Allys isn’t sure.

“That’s a relief. Wouldn’t want to be on the bad side of the woman with three dragons,” Allys manages to choke out, hoping to play off the excitement building in her.

“No I suppose not,” Daenerys replies, not fully paying attention to the conversation as she continues watching Allys, and Allys makes no moves to stop her. “Your hair is different,” Daenerys points out. Her hands move from Allys’ jaw to her neatly braided hair, playing with the strands with her fingers, gently pulling on it.

“Missandei did it for me. I’m hopeless with my hands,” Allys said, finding herself once again entrance by Daenerys.

“It’s beautiful,” Daenerys said unconsciously, twirling the strands around her fingers.

And for a moment, Allys loses all sense of time. Blue eyes meet purple, both entranced by the other. Goosebumps cover Allys’ body as the hairs on the back of her neck raise, but not necessarily in a bad way. The anticipation within her builds, but doesn’t go anywhere even as it grows larger and larger. The whistling of the wind goes in one ear and out the other as Allys basks in the close proximity of Daenerys, memorizing her scent and the small freckles covering her cheeks. A mixture of lavender and rose with a hint of ash, three scent she will never be able to smell without remembering this exact moment, despite it seeming so miniscule. But any moment with Daenerys is noteworthy, something to diligently take note of and hold onto forever.

Then suddenly Allys is snapped back into reality. Daenerys drops her hand and steps back from her.

“I have to leave, but would you mind meeting me here tonight?” Daenerys asked, her eyes boring into Allys’ once again.

“Of course,” she answers without hesitation.

“Until tonight then” Daenerys said, Allys watching as she walked away completely unaware of Jon Snow as he passes or the Dothraki lingering near.

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still-a-hetalian · 4 years ago

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Day 1: Flowers

Hello! This is my (super late) piece for @aphrarepairweek2020 ‘s event for Day 1: Flowers. This is the first chapter of what will be a multichapter fic with each chapter based on prompts from the event, starting from when they’re both kids up to modern day!

Pairing: Hungary/Ukraine

Word Count: ~2,000

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24851509/chapters/60118951

Part 2

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Spring is usually a good time for a beginning. The cold dead winter is over and the world slowly starts to thaw. Flowers push up through the soil and new life is born. It’s a good, solid metaphor for the start of something new. For the start of something that would span centuries. Through turmoil and peace, it would bring two women together to share a love that was something akin to magic – at least to people like them.

For those blessed – or cursed, depending on who you asked – to roam the earth representing their people through countless hardships, it was something special to feel such a bond with another like themselves.

This story begins with an eldest sister, a young warrior, and a handful of flowers.

13th Century AD

Ukraine was out in the forest collecting firewood when she heard a hustle of bushes from behind her. She held her breath, arms tightening around the wood, and preparing for the worst. She may not seem like much as her body was no older than a child’s, but being a nation, she’d learned plenty over the years protecting herself and her siblings from invaders.

Suddenly, someone charged through the trees and towards her, knocking her to the ground and her bundle of twigs and branches flying in all directions. The two of them scrambled around on the ground until Ukraine finally got the upper hand and sat on top of her attacker, pinning them to the ground.

That was when the two of them finally got a decent look at the other.

Looking down, Ukraine did not recognize the small, armored brunette staring up at her. And from the confusion on the other’s face, they didn’t recognize her as well.

“Hey! You’re not Russia!” the other said dismayed. This worried her, it seemed like every day that someone new tried to attack her little brother.

“No! I’m his sister,” Ukraine tried to seem intimidating, but that was never her strong suit. “Who are you and what do you want with my brother?”

“I’m Hungary! I’m your new enemy!”

The brunette seemed to try and puff up but chance of that was obliterated by the fact that this Hungary person was still pinned beneath her.

“Let me go at once! My friend Prussia will come looking for me and then you’ll really be in trouble.”

Ukraine had heard of this Prussia trying to attack her brother. He was serious business. Loud and as obnoxious, but still knew how to use a sword.

“Only if you leave my brother alone,” Ukraine relented, crossing her arms.

“UGH, FINE! Just let me go!” The other country beneath her tried to wriggle their arms free but couldn’t. “C’mon, lemme go I don’t need Prussia seeing me like this.”

Ukraine hesitated.

“And you have to say sorry.”

“What? Why,” the other pouted.

“Because I worked hard all-day gathering firewood and now it’s everywhere!”

“Fine! I’m sorry. Now let me go.”

Ukraine climbed off of the other and immediately Hungary sprang up and dusted themselves off. Ukraine heard someone calling off in the distance for the other nation.

“Well, that’s me. Catch you around, not-Russia!” the other child gave her a crooked grin and half a wave and ran off through the forest.

Ukraine just sighed and started gathering the scatter firewood. She knew there was no way this was going to be the last time she heard from the annoying other nation.

**********

And it wasn’t.

Or at least Ukraine was pretty sure it wasn’t.

Not at first though. When she first noticed the small bundle of wildflowers outside her tent, she thought maybe her brother or sister were just being nice. But when she asked them about the flowers later that afternoon, they didn’t know what she was talking about.

Ukraine just brushed it off, not really thinking about it.

Until a few days later when an even bigger bundle showed up outside her tent this time accompanied with a note:

Sorry for knocking you over the other day.

The handwriting was barely legible but it was obvious that it was from the nation that ran into her earlier that week. She couldn’t tell if this was some sort of veiled threat by showing up at their little campsite while they slept or if they were being sincere. She figured there was no point in worrying her siblings by telling them about it.

A week passed before she heard from the other again. Frankly, he’d almost forgotten about it, and figured the next time she’d see them would be on a battlefield or something.

But no, that wasn’t the case.

It was the day after she, Russia, and Belarus had spent the day wandering the forest in search of sunflowers. There was a farmer nearby that supposedly grew vast fields of them but their search came up fruitless. For siblings who fought about nearly everything else, the specialness of sunflowers was the one thing they all agreed on. And hunting for flowers was like a day off for them. Between fighting off invading nations and struggling to keep themselves well supplied, it was starting to take its toll. But summer was coming soon and she wanted to enjoy the warm sunlight while they had it.

There was a perfect dozen of them placed neatly outside her tent the next morning. Bound in twine and a vibrant black and yellow. These came with a note as well:

I heard you like sunflowers. Is it because they’re almost as pretty as you are?

Ukraine flushed a bright pink and shoved the note in her pocket before her siblings could wake up and see it. She wasn’t hiding it per se, but this was just for her.

Even though it was definitely a ploy to distract her from the fact that the nation had obviously been spying on her and her siblings. Watching them and waiting to attack.

That was it. She had to be more vigilant from now on.

Perhaps she would set up a watch. Wait for her new enemy to show up and attack while they didn’t expect it.

Over the next week she tried to stay up at late as she could. Putting off sleep in the small hours of the morning, in the hopes of catching the other nation in their own game.

She was able to stay up for the first couple days but the lack of sleep was getting to her and it became impossible stay awake and to still be useful enough that her siblings wouldn’t catch on.

She still didn’t tell them about the flowers.

She just didn’t want to worry them!

It had nothing to do with the previous note or the note that was left with the new bundle of flowers left outside sometime after she passed out, completely missing her chance to catch the other nation in the act.

I saw these and I thought of you.

She gently grabbed the small bundle of wild roses, careful of thorns, but she noticed that each of the thorns had been carefully sliced off. The tiny buds letting off a beautiful fragrance and she brought them to her face to smell.

She cradled them gently in her arms, careful not to crush them.

Any thoughts of espionage or surprise attacks, not even a thought in her mind as she tried to figure out the best way to press them so she could save them forever.

Then next week, Ukraine got up very early in the morning before anyone could possibly be awake and crept outside her tent. She stationed herself behind a nearby tree and thought that perhaps the chill of the morning would keep her awake enough to catch her not-so-secret admirer.

But of course, this didn’t work as the chorus of birds waking up in the forest became her lullaby and she soon drifted off back to sleep. She woke up an hour later with a chain of daisies around her head and another note in her lap.

You’re as sweet as a flower, and not a daisy goes by that I don’t think about you.

Ukraine gently touched the crown of flowers resting on her head.

She turned over the note to read what was on the back:

PS Prussia helped with this one. If it’s stupid, it’s his fault.

Ukraine couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face.

The next week, she finally had her victory.

The night before, she tied a thin rope from tree to tree surrounding her tent coming a half foot off the ground, hoping to trip up the sneaking nation and woken up from their fall.

And she was right.

Early in the morning, just as the sun was starting to rise Ukraine awoke to the sound of someone scrambling in the leaves and a soft oof.

She immediately crawled out of her tent and was met face to face with the strange nation she met in the woods. They just stared at each other for a moment. The other nation’s face glowing pink in the soft light as they scrambled to right themselves.

“I just –“ Hungary looked away shyly, and thrust out a bouquet of tulips at Ukraine. “I need to leave soon and go back to my country. I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. They’re my favorite.”

Ukraine reached out for them slowly. Almost afraid that moving too quickly would spook her new friend.

That was when she noticed the sloppy stiches embroidered on the hem of Hungary’s tunic. They were an attempt at the flowers she now held in her hands, along with birds and leaves and daisies – at least that was what she could make out.

When Hungary finally looked at her, she seemed to notice Ukraine looking at the needlework and blushed brightly.

“Prussia says it’s too girly,” Hungary said haughtily, breaking the silence. “But I told him that even though I’m a girl, I’m waaaay more manly than he is.”

Ukraine looked up at her.

“You’re a girl?” Ukraine asked but then winced at her bluntness. With the armor she’d just assumed…

“Yeah, totally. There’s no way a boy like that stupid, smelly Prussia could pick such pretty flowers,” Hungary started edging away, sounding uncertain. “You did like them, right?”

Ukraine could feel her cheeks heating as she remembered how much she loved the secret bouquets.

“Of course,” Ukraine smiled wide at the other girl, her face lighting up.

At that Hungary puffed up proud like a little rooster, with her hands on her hips and a toothy grin out in full force. Ukraine couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips. Hungary seemed delighted.

The other girl grabbed her face in both hands and said:

“See? I knew you were prettier than a sunflower.”

And pecked Ukraine quickly on the lips before jumping over her string trap and dashing off back into the woods.

“We’ll see each other again one day!” Hungary called behind her. “Don’t forget me!”

Ukraine just stood there stunned, holding her tulips and lifted a hand to say goodbye.

Ukraine watched as the other girl disappeared into the woods until she heard a rustling behind her. Russia stumbled out of the tent panicked, half dressed in armor and barely awake.

“Are we under attack?” He mumbled. She looked at his rumpled state and waved him back to bed.

“Go back to sleep, Russia. They just wanted to say goodbye.”

He looked at her puzzled, but did as she said and stumbled back inside.

That was the last Ukraine saw of Hungary for quite a while. Sure, there were times when she and her siblings would hear of the other nation, or run skirmishes, as bordering nations often did. But there was never any time where Ukraine would catch more than a glance at the other woman for centuries. Time went on until the pressed flowers Ukraine kept hidden were the only reminder that it ever happened at all.

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