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merryfortune · 2 months ago

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a picture worth a thousand words

Written for the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-a-Thon on Dreamwidth

Prompt: Any, Any/Any - Flowers in your hair

Title: a picture worth a thousand words

Ship: Asumi/Nodoka

Fandom: Healin’ Good Pretty Cure

Rating: T

Word Count: 5,997

Warning: Underage

Tags: Age Difference, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Crushes, One-Sided Feelings, Dates, Implied Chronic Illness, Oblivious Fuurin Asumi

“Thank you so much, Nodoka, for inviting Latte and I to this festival.” Asumi said.

“Aww, Asumi, you are too sweet, you're a part of the family these days. How could we have a Hanadera day without you?” Nodoka replied, laughing slightly.

Forcibly, even.

She hadn’t even had a Hanadera day out since she was a child, before she became sick. So, she felt a little bit nervous. She was feeling a lot, lot better these days and her parents were cautiously optimistic that they could have days like this. Day trips in the next town over and things like that but the what if still negged in the back of their heads - and even hers.

But that worry that her health would decline suddenly and ruin the fun wasn’t what was causing Nodoka to already peter out. There was something else that weighed on her mind, not just her illness. Something that regards Asumi…

Her parents had even, privately, asked the night before, “Are you sure you want to bring Asumi along?”

The answer was, of course, a resounding yes.

Nodoka adored Asumi, after all. She loved her company and felt so safe around her, they of course shared the entwined secrets and destinies of being Pretty Cures together but there was something else. It wasn’t just that Nodoka adored Asumi, that she loved her, she liked her in another way, as more than an honorary member of the family or a beloved friend.

Nodoka had a crush on Asumi and that was a bit of a problem.

She wasn’t sure when it had started but it was undeniable that it had culminated in a crush. The murmur of her heart, the faint blush in her cheeks, the way that being around Asumi - from eating meals together, doing laundry or fighting monsters, it didn’t matter - made everything more magical for Nodoka. She couldn’t help herself and she often got in tangled messes of, was it right for her to feel this way?

In a certain vein, she and Asumi were a lot alike: they were both experiencing the world together for the first time. Nodoka had spent so much time with no one at her bedside, staring out into the hospital courtyard, wishing for more company than what the nurses could provide. She was missing milestone after milestone, her elementary diploma, the photos in the spring. Her first friendship, her first crush and Asumi, a sylph breathed into existence by a power far grander and holier than anything else…

Nodoka wanted to show Asumi, and by extension herself, all the thrills and spills of real life that she had been excluded from by virtue of not being well enough for it. She wanted to hold hands, get muddy and messy, and laugh and cry and just… be.

Asumi was much the same way as she seemed like such an airhead to people who assumed she was an adult but really, she was a trick of the light. One day, Asumi would have to return to the Healing Garden, when evil had been cured and vanquished but until that day, Nodoka wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, to make sure she had so many pleasant memories to go home with.

She imagined one of them wouldn’t be a confession but what if?

No, she shouldn’t get overeager. And yet…

“So, what are your plans for today, Asumi?” Nodoka’s Mother asked cheerily. “Thank you for joining us but you are more than welcome to explore on your own if you like. We always make you babysit Nodoka, after all, so if you want some time on your own, feel free.”

“Oh, very kind of you.” Asumi said and she glanced at Nodoka in the back seat to her left. Latte in between them in a pet carrier. She giggled. “But it's my pleasure. I’m more than happy to keep looking after Nodoka.” They both knew it was the other way around with them anyway.

“Are you sure?” Nodoka’s Mum asked, worried.

“Yeah, especially because Nodoka,” her Father stretched his hands without them unwrapping the wheel, “if you want to have some time to explore alone, too, I think you are more than old enough to have a short wander alone.” He sounded silly, he knew he had peers who trusted their children a decade or less younger to be alone but theirs were healthier and haler than Nodoka so…

“Oh my.” Nodoka gasped. “I-I’m happy to spend time with all of you. I-I’d feel lonely otherwise.”

“Ah, yes, of course.” her Mother laughed awkwardly. She should have realised…

There was a moment of silence before the car turned right with her Father piping up, “Ah, we’re here.”

“Yay.” Nodoka smiled.

Though parking was at a premium. It was a busy day today apparently with the morning markets and lovely spring weather. The car inched along until they finally found somewhere to park but once stopped, they were all able to get out and have a stretch.

“Aah, I feel alive.” Nodoka told herself as she loosened up her muscles tight and sore for sitting so long.

She looked into the face of a cool, vernal wind that caressed over the area. From the carpark, she could see dozens upon dozens of colourful stalls either side the small river that through the town over in two. The riverbanks were gorgeous with freshly sprung cherry blossoms and other flowers. People overflowed and some were even walking dogs. The hustle and bustle had a charming ordinance to it with all the movement.

“Where do you want to go first?” her Mother asked and stepped closer. “There’s also an artist’s museum nearby, too, if you want money to visit.”

“I’d like that, please, Mum.” Nodoka chirped.

Her Mother gave her a little extra pocket money to top Nodoka up and that was that. She linked arms with her husband and Latte was let out of her crate so now, they were off to do whatever they liked. They could trawl the markets for hidden treasures, visit the art gallery, or admire the spring bounty of the river.

For Nodoka, she decided she wanted to visit the museum first as she would hate to overspend at the markets and miss out on it. Her parents, hand in hand, decided they would go be a lovey-dovey couple together down on the riverbanks and greet the newly bloomed cherry blossoms. Asumi seemed undecided, her eyes skating down either aisle of the markets on both sides of the river.

“Would you like to come with me?” Nodoka asked, her heart skipping a beat. “I want to go see the artworks first.”

It was silly and she knew it was silly but Nodoka simply could not help herself. Some teeny tiny part of her brain wanted to consider this a first date with Asumi. It wasn’t. It really wasn’t and yet, the flutter in her heart, the sweat in her palms. This place was picture perfect for lovebirds, just take her parents for example and if one needed more, there were plenty in a brief headcount of the marketplace.

So, Nodoka held onto this crush of hers. She wouldn’t dare breathe a word but she would savour it just in case because it was an important experience to them both, a breath of fresh air beyond the humdrum and monster fighting they were used to in Sukoyaka City.

“Sounds good to me.” Asumi replied and Latte yipped in agreement.

Though Latte would prove a problem once they arrived at the threshold of the artist’s museum on the other side of the car park.

The museum was situated at the top of a hill. A gravel path wound from the bottom of it and fed from the carpark. In between was a luscious, overgrown garden that gave the feeling of having been protected woodland. The trees matched the ones that lined the nearby riverbank immaculately but the pond, with its fountain, was very obviously human installed. As was the wooden log seating and skipping stone steps that Nodoka had fun hopping as long as they made it to the top.

There was a courtyard with a dining set at the top of the hill - and so was a sign, No dogs allowed with the exception of service dogs. The blinding white sign with red logo was blatantly obvious set amongst the gardening and even naturalistic house turned into the museum.

“Oh dear.” Asumi observed. “I think Latte and I will just wait outside whilst you enjoy Nodoka.”

Nodoka’s mouth squirmed with the beginnings of a pout. It's not like this would have been a date but having one on one time with Asumi, in somewhere as mystical as an art museum, it would have been nice. She didn’t want to be the only one to experience it but she put on a brave face.

“I promise I won’t be long.” she chirped.

“No, please, take your time. Don’t rush on our account.” Asumi assured her.

“Okay, Asumi.” Nodoka backed down.

Asumi farewelled her and sat down at the dining set. There appeared to be a cafe conjoined to the museum and a waitress kindly set down water for her and organised a bowl for Latte. That was a little relieving for Nodoka, knowing they would be cared for and entertained by people watching, but not quite good enough as she stepped into the refrigerator cold museum for herself.

She was barraged by reception, paid for her ticket and guide book then let into the stage where the art could be seen. She read the story of the artist: quite the tale of reviving a dying talent in dyeing. She resonated with it, somewhat, as the artist described himself as being frail and sickly as a child, his patience for his craft rewarded well after his forties and now, his former home had been turned into a museum.

He turned kimonos into his canvas, portraying a story of seasons which was niche and observant. Every single one plotted the course of a year and all the variations in the season, both minute and macro. Nodoka could have walked in circles, utterly mesmerised by the tens of kimonos on display and a little heartbroken that the artist never completed his set but even so, she adored them. They were beautiful and the ones from his vernal body of work were her favourite.

evolution of it. How his colours and motifs in the dyed fabric thawed from winter and eventually played with overbearing warmth with summer but there was one in particular that she stopped and stared at longer than all.

She wondered what it would be like, to wear this kimono, to feel the sun on her back and drink tea with Asumi. The mishmash of twilight, with purple skies and greenery underneath, the windchimes and the mountain… All of it reminded Nodoka of her ill-advised crush the more she studied it for symbolism of her own life rather than the artist’s. These were men’s costumes and yet… It would be majestic, she had no doubt as she committed the kimono to memory as photography was not allowed in this hallowed hall.

Eventually, after forty-five minutes or so, Nodoka decided that she had had her fill of arts and culture. She left feeling dizzy, that peculiar and almost effervescent feeling that resembled leaving a cinema after sitting through a long and beautiful movie. Although, stepping directly into a sunbeam and warmer air likely didn’t help either since the inside of the gallery had been such an ice box.

“Woah.” Nodoka mumbled, she put her hand in front of her face to reduce the glare.

Asumi waved her down from across the courtyard with Latte yipping and bouncing at her feet. Nodoka smiled and that fugue state wore off as she darted across the cobblestone courtyard littered with pale, pink petals. They were everywhere.

“Did you enjoy?” Asumi asked.

“Yes, I did.” Nodoka excitedly replied.

“I’m glad,” Asumi replied as she began to get up, she ravelled Latte’s leash around her hand, “what was your favourite artwork?”

They began to walk off together, down the hill and almost through the foliage of the wooded garden. Nodoka giggled, as if she didn’t have the most straightforward answer.

“Gosh, so hard to say, they were all so beautiful, but…” Nodoka’s voice trailed off.

When she closed her eyes, she could still see the sparkling gold embroidery of the kimono that reminded her of her feelings for Asumi. The way it conveyed shifting sceneries and swaying leaves, the purple skies and verdant grasses underneath it.

“But?” Asumi prompted her as they passed by the carpark again.

“My favourite was called Windchime and depicted a mountainside from the artist’s home, framing it with his decking, with a windchime blowing in the tiniest corner of the kimono.” Nodoka explained.

“Sounds pretty.” Asumi agreed.

“It was.” Nodoka murmured.

They walked a little further, making small talk until Asumi’s tummy growled unexpectedly.

“I had an iced chocolate whilst waiting for you,” she laughed embarrassedly, “but now I think I need to eat something for real.”

“Mm, mm, i’m hungry, too.” Nodoka said. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Oh, good question.” Asumi said as her eyes went wider than her stomach as she looked upon the line-up of stalls they had made their way to.

Her timing had to be immaculate as they were on the cusp of a nice busy district of food stalls. Takoyaki, yakisoba, waffles and dorayaki, fried chicken and more. The sights and smells and sounds of this busy area were mouthwateringly good but did leave both Nodoka and Asumi with choice paralysis.

So, they better have a good look before deciding.

The two, with Latte in tow, strolled up and down the various food stalls, marvelling at the way cake batter was spun or how grilled meat sizzled on the hotplate. It looked all too delectable but oddly affordable, too, if they wanted, they could have a feast. Everything that looked good looked even better on pennies and dimed, it seemed.

In the end, Asumi ended up with a box of takeaway yakisoba smothered in brown sauce and crispy underneath and Nodoka got a skewer of chicken for herself but more importantly, a bag of taiyaki for dessert. They stepped out of the way of people, allowing the deluges to pass, coming and going either way and ate with gusto.

“This yakisoba is so good!” Asumi squealed.

She had gone for the supersized helping and was already halfway through it. She had a smudge or two of sauce on the corner of her cheek and a circle of spring onion stuck to her bottom lip. She glanced at Nodoka with a smile who held onto her chicken skewer with the best bits nibbled off.

“Yeah, mine’s good, too but I’m saving room for dessert.” Nodoka said as she offered a serviette to Asumi.

“Oh? Do I have something on my face?” Asumi sounded surprised.

“Only a little.” Nodoka sheepishly replied.

Asumi accepted the serviette and Nodoka pointed on her face where the sauce was on Asumi’s. She poked and prodded along, flirting with colder and warmer. It was honestly annoying! Nodoka just wished that she could reach up and dab it clean on Asumi’s behalf but that seemed like crossing the line. Especially since that was such a cliche in many a slice-of-life J-Drama, surely.

Luckily, she got it in the end and wiped it away. Only for it to not matter in the end as she ate more out of her takeaway container. Nodoka let her stomach settle, however, before opening her lukewarm bag of crispy, cakey, custard-y treats.

It had been so hard to decide between the little old lady’s four flavours on offer: classic red bean, smooth chocolate, sweet strawberry, and vanilla custard. In the end, Nodoka went with the custard flavoured filling for her little taiyaki fish since the mild flavour of it would make anyone who hadn’t tried it before happy and she was hoping to share some with Asumi.

When Asumi finished her food, she closed the box and smacked her lips together contentedly, “Aah, that was the good stuff.”

“You did look like you enjoyed it.” Nodoka said. “Dad would even say you were saving some for later, haha.”

Asumi laughed, recalling a couple instances where Nodoka’s Father had playfully admonished her in that way too over dinner. She covered her mouth with her fingers, sort of checking to make sure she didn’t need to wipe anything away again.

“Anyways,” Nodoka awkwardly brought up, “did you want some taiyaki to go with it? They’re only small.”

“Oh, yes, please.” Asumi replied.

“Great.” Nodoka chirped.

She smiled and her heart skipped a beat. A fantasy in the back of her mind got away faster than she was actually able to articulate her nervous system with the instructions of opening the bag and distributing taiyaki. All she could think about was a little, rose-coloured hued scene of feeding Asumi the taiyaki and her swooning, thanking her for such mindful choices of filling.

“H-Here you go.” Nodoka stammered as she still had that vision of herself feeding Asumi the taiyaki.

She knew, obviously, that her little daydream was just that. A dream. But the reality was more mundane, and worse off, than her reverie. Asumi accepted the taiyaki with a sunshiny smile and promptly fed it to Latte instead of herself.

“Eh?” Nodoka’s thoughts got caught in her throat as her eyes bugged.

She watched as Latte bounced up and snatched the treat from Asumi’s fingers. Latte looked so happy and her tail wagged. She chowed down on it with great enthusiasm and Asumi admired how cute she looked when she was happy. Nodoka was too stunned to speak, flabbergasted. Were magical talking dogs even allowed to eat taiyaki? Her stomach went queasy thinking about the possibilities if the answer was no but fingers crossed that Asumi knew better than her.

Even though Asumi needed things like knives and forks or shampoo and conditioner explained to her…. Riiiiiight.

“Thank you for offering, that made Latte so happy. No wonder you are a Pretty Cure.” Asumi praised her.

“Y-Yeah, no worries.” Nodoka replied.

“Wuff, wuff.” Latte chimed in, no doubt being polite in her own secret language of the Healing Garden.

Well… As long as someone enjoyed it, Nodoka supposed. Even if that’s very much not what she was intending nor imagining but Latte sounded happy, Asumi looked happy, so that was good enough for her.

“Let’s, um, let’s go and look at all the other stalls now, if that’s alright.” Nodoka awkwardly suggested.

“Yes, that would be wonderful.” Asumi agreed.

They tucked their litter away in Nodoka’s reusable tote bag and went along their merry way. They passed by Nodoka’s parents who were on their way to visit the art museum and assured them all, there were plenty of darling treasures ahead for those with their eyes peeled. That made Nodoka worry for her wallet’s health - as well as her parents as she saw that her mother had a brand new door stopper underneath her arm. It was handmade from scrapped fabrics and charmingly styled in the shape of a duck.

Still, further along from the food stalls, they gave way to bagged, perishable goods like hard candies and cakes to the more of the handicrafts. They saw children’s clothes for sale and jewellery. They even passed by the stall which was making those handmade door stoppers amongst other items like tea towels and washcloths. At the very end of the loop of stalls and the little bridge across the river, they saw more of the woodworkers and antiques.

It was truly a flea market out this way now. Odds and ends and all sorts of treasures in between, Nodoka marvelled at them all and as did Asumi. They all saw all sorts of trinkets which were begging to go home with them but from what they saw, there was something that stuck out in Nodoka’s mind especially.

She didn’t want for much, after all. She had spent so long in a hospital that she felt guilty for wanting more than she could pack in a suitcase. Digital books were more her friend over physical paperbacks, for example. She preferred to dress light to pack light. Even though she had moved back into a room she could completely and totally call her own, Nodoka felt apprehensive about decorating it with more than perishable goods like flowers.

Even so, for all her angst, there was something Nodoka had passed by and thought would make a good souvenir, so utterly perfect for her apprehensions towards materialism: a set of ribbons. Cute, shiny, silky ribbons that could be used for all sorts of things from hair accessories to being the final touch on a gift. She liked the idea of purchasing some ribbons, not only for herself but her friends, too. Hinata and Chiyu would likely enjoy them and Asumi as well, she was sure.

So she and Asumi looped back around now that they had seen everything on display at the bazaar. Asumi, having limited funds and even more of a reason than Nodoka to be adverse to hoarding, hadn’t seen anything that caught her eye for more than a few seconds of appreciative window shopping. Still, she was more than happy to accompany Nodoka as they wandered to double back on the stalls they had passed to find the one that Nodoka was after.

Nodoka bounced happily on her heels in front of the stall once they had found it. The stall belonged to a local paper and stationary goods shop, it helped them move out of trend stock and promote their business on the main street of the town.

“Welcome back, did something catch your eye?”

“Yes, thank you, I would like to take these ones, please.” Nodoka said.

She pointed out the multi-pack of ribbons in packaging, four reels of solid coloured ribbon were bundled together, perfect for sewing or scrapbooking, Nodoka would think. It was surrounded by other things, too, which looked interesting like ink stamps and washi tape and a pair of scissors with plush-looking safety handles. Upon seeing the scissors, Nodoka had a flash of a realisation.

“Actually, I’d like this one too.” she told the middle-aged woman and pointed to the scissors.

“Yes, of course,” she replied with a smile, “and do you need a bag? No extra charge.”

“Thank you, I’d appreciate it.” Nodoka replied.

The stall-holder put away the ribbons and the scissors inside of a crisp paper bag for Nodoka. Nodoka, in turn, gave the lady her money and she got some change in return. All in all, a wonderful little exchange that had the woman kindly waving Nodoka and Asumi off.

Nodoka was all smiles as she walked side by side with Asumi. Latte trotted along too on her leash and so was very surprised when Nodoka ducked to the side of the road to pause and ergo, Asumi had to as well.

“Before we go too far.” Nodoka piped up. “I want to give you something, if you don’t mind.”

Her heart started to tremble. This was date behaviour, wasn’t it? Walking around, enjoying the sun and food and the pleasant weather. To top it off with a gift, well, that got Nodoka’s ever precocious heart a little bit more excited than usual as she opened up her bag.

She tore open the packet of ribbons and brandished her scissors. She, of course, chose the purple of the quartet to cut a strip: everywhere she went, she swore she saw the colours pink, blue, yellow, and purple as a quartet. She measured haphazardly and cut once what she thought would be a reasonable length.

“Here you go.” Nodoka said. “I think it would look cute in your hair.”

She handed Asumi the ribbon and Asumi admired it. She rubbed it between her fingers and smiled softly. Nodoka took a breath but could feel her heart stop.

“Thank you, Nodoka,” she replied, “but…”

Eh? But? Nodoka blinked stiffly.

“I think I would rather use it to tie up Latte’s hair.” Asumi said.

“Oh, um, no go ahead. Be my guest, it's your gift, use it how you see fit.” Nodoka quickly assured her.

Even if her words were contrary to her feelings. As long as Asumi was happy and had purpose for her gift, that was enough for her. Her heart began to thump, upset, in her chest despite her thoughts.

“Do you mind cutting it in half again?” Asumi asked and held the ribbon up. After all, it was too long for a dog.

“Not at all.” Nodoka replied through gritted teeth and a big smile.

She cut the ribbon again and it flopped limply in two either side of the scissor’s blades. Asumi smiled cheerily and crouched down. She tied up the extra long hair on Latte’s ears with the ribbons, manoeuvring around the ribbons already festooning her but now she looked even more festive for the festival. Asumi cooed elatedly over the gift but it only went to make Nodoka feel bittersweet.

“Thank you, Nodoka, what a thoughtful gift.” Asumi said as she reared back to her full height. “Are you going to give Hinata and Chiyu your ribbons too?”

“Yup.” Nodoka confirmed.

“You're such a thoughtful girl.” Asumi praised her.

And not only did that make her gift worth it for Nodoka, so did what Asumi did next.

She petted the top of Nodoka’s head. Her hair was warmed by the sun and Nodoka blushed slightly, staring with her crush as blatant as the nose on her face yet Asumi seemed oblivious.

“Let’s go walk along the river, it’s the only thing we haven’t looked at yet.” Asumi suggested.

“Yes, let’s, the whole festival is for the cherry blossom viewing after all.” Nodoka agreed, feeling light-headed.

She let Asumi walk a few steps ahead. Latte led the charge and Nodoka followed along, quickly catching up as they edged along the stalls and around the corner to the bridge. Either side of the bridge were stairwells down into the greenery that laced the sides of the river.

Down here was where the magic was and so, the largest number of people. It was far busier here than in the markets and that was saying something. Still, entering the deluge, especially under such pretty scenery, it was breathtaking for both Nodoka and Asumi as they joined this crowd to admire and view the riverside cherry blossoms.

The river was narrow but bustling. It flowed quickly and was full of life. Frogs croaked on the rocky outcrops and ducks swam followed by ducklings. Koi fish darted about underneath the water which was pristine. It was almost see-through, obscured only by the plant life such as grasses and algae. It was beautiful and incredibly inviting for not only Nodoka and Asumi but many other tourists, too, eager to enjoy its beauty.

The pair trod carefully as earth underfoot was soft and loamy but ultimately stable. A path was already beat down by everyone else before them as evidenced by the various shoeprints. Around them, along the cavalry of cherry blossoms, tree roots peeked through the ground, too, here and there and were scattered with flower petals which drifted on the breeze. Overhead, the foliage and flowers were all they could see with little deltas of bright blue sky occasionally.

Nodoka breathed in deep and she was able to detect the subtle perfume of the cherry blossoms. It was wonderful. Especially mixed with the delectable, wafting scents of the nearby food stalls and the pleasantry of the breeze. When she paused, she savoured it all. The sights, the sounds, and of course, the company.

It was quite the lovers lane down here, she noticed with a scant blush. She watched couples take pictures with the trees or hold each other's hands. It made her envious as she glanced at Asumi and was struck by the most powerful wave of her crush yet.

Oh my…

Asumi was beautiful. She was ephemeral, a trick of the light, a sylph made of the wind and of memories no one remembered. But she looked so perfect in the shafts of sunbeams coming through the cherry blossom trees, she was being dusted with their petals, too. The wind played with her hair adorably as she had that key vacant look in her eyes.

Her mind was so unknowable, so far away at times. Nodoka held her breath and felt her heart race. She could feel a teenage impulse bubble up. What if now was the time? To let her know? But Nodoka allowed such impulses to wash over here. She knew that, just like the wind whom she had an affinity with, Asumi would one day pass her by, slipping through her fingers so there was no use prolonging such inevitability with feelings as trivial as a lovesick crush.

Spending time with her was more than enough, Nodoka contented herself as she admired Asumi from afar as enough petals got stuck in her hair to form a crown upon her head.

“Asumi.” Nodoka piped up through the ordinance of her thoughts. “Can I take your picture?”

A picture was worth a thousand words after all. They lasted longer than just looking or so the saying sort of went. It would be something she could hold onto for as long as she liked. Even forever if she wanted. Nodoka could even make it her lock screen on her phone.

“Of course.” Asumi replied.

Nodoka smiled.

She produced her phone from the depths of her tote bag and she awkwardly wielded it. She wasn’t anywhere near the skill level as Hinata, a selfie aficionado and content creator-in-training, but it was good enough. The scuff would make it all the more precious as a memento as Nodoka focused the lens and did her best to channel a professional photographer.

Asumi’s figure warped and distorted on the phone screen. Nodoka watched her through her phone’s camera until it settled and she did her best to get Asumi’s most flattering angles. Her face at the three-quarter position, her gaze elsewhere, she was showered by petals and amongst the cherry blossom trees as a backdrop with Latte at her ankles and then.

Snap.

Nodoka knew she had taken the perfect photo as a souvenir. She had gotten Asumi’s likeness as a full body and, of course, just her as a portrait. Nodoka exhaled and it felt good. She could feel nervousness dissipate from her body upon that exhale.

“Would you like to see it?” Nodoka asked.

“Of course.” Asumi replied.

Nodoka nodded and Asumi drew in closer, she clustered to Nodoka’s side and peered over her shoulder. Nodoka showed Asumi one of the full body shots with Latte smiling a doggy smile at the bottom of her skirt. They both looked perfect.

“Aah, thank you.” Asumi said. “It looks great.”

“I’m glad.” Nodoka chirped.

But before either of them could coo over the photo further or chat about something else, there was a crackle in the air. Someone, somewhere nearby, had a microphone and wanted everyone’s attention.

The speaker laughed and it turned to static, “Thank you everyone for coming to our festival and making it quite the success for our town. Now, please enjoy some music from our community band to round out our afternoon.”

The microphone went silent but in its place, a rising crescendo of brass and wind instruments began. They played sequences from traditional Japanese music but mixed in use of western elements, too. It was eclectic yet somehow perfect for the sunny day.

Nodoka’s phone buzzed and clicked the push notification from the text message. It was from her mother and she was suggesting that they meet back at the car in ten minutes, so they could arrive home in time for a reasonable dinner. She replied that she, Asumi, and Latte would see them soon but first. Just a few more minutes underneath the cherry blossom trees with the music in full swing.

It could not have been more splendid.

But all good things had to come to an end.

“Are you ready to go home, Asumi?” Nodoka asked.

“Yes, I’m tired. I think I will sleep well tonight.” Asumi replied and she emphasised her point with both a sigh and stretch.

Latte barked irritably and Asumi laughed.

“Latte is looking forward to not having to wear the leash anymore.” Asumi translated.

Nodoka crouched down and patted the top of Latte’s head, “Don’t worry, we’ll be home before you know it.” she assured the puppy.

She raised herself back up again and Asumi glanced around, seemingly have forgotten which way the car park was. Nodoka giggled to herself and took the lead. They passed by the cherry blossoms for the last time and they were even more breathtaking upon goodbye.

Asumi, Nodoka, and her parents reconvened at the carpark shortly later, tuckered out from quite the day at the markets. As the presenter had said, the festival had been a success and they could attest to that as it had been so much fun.

Nodoka’s Dad opened up the boot, stored away their various bags and seemed rather tired. Contentedly tired, of course, but still tired. The boot closed with a thunk and the doors swung out with the click of the car keys’ centre button.

“Did you two have fun?” Nodoka’s Mother asked as she sat in the driver’s seat this time.

“Yes, lot’s.” Nodoka chirped. “I think I enjoyed the museum best of all but the music after lunch was lovely, too.”

“I enjoyed the museum too, that artist was a very talented man.” her Mother agreed.

“Mm, indeed,” her Father hummed, “the intricacies of how he planned his artworks, clothes do not seem that different to architecture to me now.”

His wife laughed at him, silently chiding him for always thinking of work even on his day off. Though, through her giggles, she piped up, “What about you Asumi?”

“It was fantastic. I always love spending time with Nodoka and Latte.” she replied.

She finished fiddling with the clasp on Latte’s crate. Latte yipped inside and Asumi cooed. The car revved slightly.

“Uh, oops, is everyone buckled up?” Nodoka’s Mother asked.

“Not yet, not Asumi.” Nodoka pointed out and she acted without thinking.

Forgive her, she was a girl with a crush after all. Fizzy with her feelings and the private knowledge that she could revel in that without it going anywhere. Especially with someone as unlucky and oblivious as Asumi.

She leaned across and pushed her arm past Latte’s crate. That made things even more difficult but Nodoka was able to get Asumi’s seat belt’s metal hook to click into place inside of its plastic holder. Asumi was surprised but Nodoka was so deft, she couldn’t complain.

“Am now.” Asumi said.

“That’s good.” Nodoka’s Mother replied.

“Let’s rock and roll.” her Father added.

Nodoka’s Mother reversed out of their place in the car park carefully. Nodoka leaned to the side so she could better see out the window and farewell this magical marketplace. She set her hands down either side of her, holding onto the plushy foam of the backseat and glanced at Asumi from her peripherals, over Latte’s crate that jittered with motions of the moving car.

Today had been a really good day. Was it a truly date with Asumi? No, not quite, if at all but she couldn’t have been happier. Her heart felt full, her eyes were sleepy, and she had plenty of memories and laughter to take home with her. All of it to stew with how enamoured she was with Asumi who was nodding off in the seat opposite to her.

#femslash #healin good precure #precure #healin good #asumi fuurin #hanadera nodoka #asunodo #age gap cw #writing tag #a picture worth a thousand words #this fic just kept ballooning and ballooning that its so hard to see the inspiration for it lmao #also ignore the fact this fic cannot take place chronologically we are playing by ohshc rules i can have as many springs in healpre as i wa

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lizardkingeliot · 3 years ago

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miss holly i think about the whole last scene of a myth of devotion at least once a week 🔥🔥🔥

I remember finishing that scene and being like... this is it. This is the best sex scene I’ve ever written. And while I think I’ve written better and hotter (and much wordier lmao) scenes since.... at the time it was probably true? And it’s been a while so it’s not super fresh in my memory, but I do recall there being some really fun banter in there as well and !!! I loved writing it so much. And it makes me so happy that you love it that much. <3

[tell me the most memorable scene i’ve ever written]

#writing tag #the magicians #queliot #otp: proof of concept #akisazame #miss sylph i adore you

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wondereads · 3 years ago

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Personal Review (02/13/21)

Stain by A. G. Howard

Why am I reviewing this book?

Stain is one of my favorite books ever, and I took the opportunity to reread it recently to both experience it again and refresh my memory so I could review it. I really do love this book, and I hope more people read it!

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Princess Lyra was born with an extreme sensitivity to sunlight, something debilitating for the future ruler of a kingdom that never sees night. On the other side of things, Prince Vesper of an underground kingdom needs sunlight to live. The two kingdoms were split many years ago, but it is prophesized that Lyra and Vesper will reunite them. Unfortunately, Lyra's remorseless aunt is set on having one of her own daughters sit on the throne, and Lyra, while she avoids dying, loses her memories and takes on the name Stain, oblivious to her true identity.

A fair warning, the plot of this book is very slow. The book is over five hundred pages, and there's a lot of description. It's also a very character-focused book with lots of introspection, and it will frustrate you. There's a lot of near misses where everything is almost set right, but that is a way for the book to keep you hooked despite the comparatively low stakes. This is a fantasy romance, so the focus is mostly on Lyra and Vesper's relationship and the obstacles in that. Their relationship is also responsible for joining to kingdoms and setting the world to rights, but it's really about them.

The worldbuilding is light for a high fantasy novel, which contributes to the very fairy tale-esque style of the book. The history of the kingdoms is important, but things like the magic system, the world outside these two kingdoms, and government structure are left decidedly vague. This could be a good thing, if you're a fairy tale fan like me, but it could irk you if you can't stand untouched worldbuilding.

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Lyra, also called Stain for a good portion of the book, is an interesting main character. She's a bit different from the typical YA protagonist in that she's very reserved and almost a pushover until she comes into her own. One particularly unique thing about her is that she is mute; she cannot speak, so she communicates in sign language, or, later on in the book, with the telepathic skill of the people of the night kingdom. Personally, I love Lyra. She originally holds a lot of self-loathing because of the way her aunt and the day kingdom treat her, but her memory loss actually functions as a way for her to act the way she wants without fear of judgment.

Vesper is the secondary main character and love interest. He has his own issues with sun poisoning and slowly being turned to gold, but he is primarily written as the love interest and not the main character. He starts off sort of bland, but that is quickly rectified through plot means that I will not spoil, and he develops quite a bit more spunk. I must say, he sets the standards incredibly high for any romantic relationship because he is absolutely smitten with Lyra. Their relationship is one of my favorite romances, and it's also wonderfully healthy with mutual adoration and good communication (once the mistaken identity has been taken care of). It also subverts the typical 'fated-to-fall-in-love' trope, which can be cheap and superficial, and makes it much more genuine.

A special mention to my favorite pegasus, Scorch, who is very important to the story but in ways that will spoil everything unless you are much smarter than me.

The most prominent side character is Crony, the old witch who takes Lyra in when she loses her memories and knows a lot more than she lets on. She very much fits the role of a grumpy, crotchety, old lady, but she's also very lovable and has a great relationship with Luce. Luce has some great character development. He's a sylph who lost his wings from interfering with humans too much, and he can only regain them through a selfless act. Being a very selfish creature, he draws it out for much longer than he needs to.

Finally, the villain. Lyra's aunt, Griselda, is such an interesting antagonist. She, quite literally, has no conscience, so her penchant for evil is unrestricted. Her backstory is very compelling, and she's a great example of a three-dimensional villain that is still absolutely horrible. Her daughters, Avaricette, Wrathalyne, and Lustacia (she has a theme going), are pulled into her schemes. Lustacia in particular has a good inner conflict—she's in love with Vesper and wants to make her mother proud, but she's also hesitant about outright evil.

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The writing in this book is incredibly detailed and a little bit flowery. The whole tone is very ethereal and detached, and the descriptions of both the environment and the characters' inner feelings are very in-depth. Personally, I love it. It adds a lot to the mood, that fairy tale style I've been mentioning, and it also is very light on dialogue, which makes sense when your main character doesn't speak. I could very easily see this book as being written by Lyra, who definitely puts actions over words.

Something to keep in mind is that my love of this style is my own opinion. If you're used to more fast-paced books, as is typical within YA, this could bore you. Because the plot is so slow and the writing is diffusive, it moves away from the normal high-action style of YA writing. As such, consider your own tastes before beginning this book.

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As I said before, this is one of my favorite books. It contains one of my favorite romances ever, and I love the writing style and how it creates such a light and airy tone with a rather serious plot. Still, I do try to be somewhat objective in my reviews, and I will admit that this book is not perfect. It is very slow, and the writing style could be a point of annoyance for other readers. If you're looking for a dramatic, fantastical romance, this one is for you. Don't pick it up if you're looking for political intrigue or an epic battle. Still, I try to recommend this book to as many people as I can, so if you think this is anything like what you'd enjoy, please give it a go!

The Author

A. G. Howard: 51, American, enjoys gardening, also wrote Splintered (which I have also done a review of) and Roseblood

The Reviewer

My name is Wonderose; I try to post a review every two weeks, sometimes once a week, usually over vacations. I take recommendations! Check out my about me post for more!

#books #reviews #stain #a g howard #fantasy #ya #romance

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whispertrolls-archive · 2 years ago

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✏️ and of course, for Kammo

My girl, my beloved, my scrunkly little heathen whom I adore dearly.

Kamala is one of my OG crowd, probably the second I ever made, so she's got a special place in my heart as someone whose muse has been with me for about 10 years. At a glance, you know that one meme that talks about characters who are silly but profoundly sad? That's her.

Kamala learned how to be funny and sociable at an early age as a form of a coping mechanism, and it's stuck around long enough to where she doesn't even recognize it as such anymore. For what it's worth, she's weird, but generally well-meaning, even if her lack of a filter and generally flippant demeanor lands her in hot water at times.

Where she's generally dismissive towards herself and often uses humor in any situation that she can, it's generally forward enough to where it's a dominant virtue that turns into a terrible flaw. While she knows when to be serious, she may be avoidant of it unless it's unavoidable, and it's not hard to tell that when things get serious, it becomes uncomfortable because she knows that they can't just laugh themselves out of the topic or events at hand. This is especially present whenever someone is pointing out a flaw that she has, which is generally Tuuya calling her out for neglecting herself in the process of putting others first. While she isn't against admitting that she has flaws, she doesn't like the idea of having to genuinely reflect on herself because it would entail facing what she doesn't like about herself.

Kamala doesn't remember much of her life. She has a few core memories, but there's still a lot missing. She has thoughts and reactions that she isn't aware of, responses to some things that she can't explain. She's got a lot of trauma surrounding herself, but she's suppressed it to the point of where even naming it isn't guaranteed to ring any bells. She struggles a lot with depression and anxiety, but she's spent enough time laughing through the pain to where it just feels like the "right" thing to do, both to keep herself from focusing on it and from worrying anyone else. How is she gonna take care of her loved ones if she's too busy being stuck on herself, right?

Well, it's no secret that she has unhealthy means of dealing with night-to-night life, whether it's working herself to the bone or always trying to be of use to someone because she's merged her identity with her work, or if she's hell-bent on making someone smile because she couldn't stand to see someone feeling what she often ignores in herself.

With her unexpected rift stumbling (courtesy of Whisper) into folks outside of her Beforan crowd, she's faced with a new challenge, a new reality, and a new set of fears. She might not be able to die permanently due to her status as a resurrected, god-tier rift jumper, but the people that she's grown to love and hate can. She knows it, and it's instilled a sense of strain and urgency upon her that she hasn't felt since she and her original crew were all still alive. This isn't like the other rift-jumpers, who were given the same relative immortality. There is an extremely real threat that she could lose these people for good. There's no forgiving mistakes. There's no room for error. There are no second chances in this realm. She believes that if she doesn't keep it together and get things right every time, then she'll be forced to watch another beloved life slip through her fingers like sand.

Additionally, her lack of memories consequentially includes a lack of self-awareness. She knows that she's a God Tier Sylph of Life, but she has no idea of how powerful she actually is and used to be, and she won't unless she remembers herself. Unless she recollects the pain that she so thoroughly suppressed that it only subconsciously and situationally exists, she won't understand her potential.

In essence, the only way that she would be able to grow would be under the condition that she would first have to break, and she's willing to do everything in her power, even throwing away her own life and well-being, to make sure that doesn't happen.

#cloudbattrolls #Kamala Vilkas #mun whispers

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kenjikutie · 5 years ago

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How about some Yuno?? Like Yuno could totally fall in love with me.. i mean the reader.. yeah 😏 and shows off whenever the reader is around, and its obvious to everyone but the reader. Every kind of rags on him about it but then one day he does something not flashy at all & they're just amazed & everyone ends up being like "really? thats all it took?"

Yay! I love Yuno, thanks for your request!

Show-Off {Yuno}

yuno is desperate for you to notice him, but, it may not be as hard as he thinks

as a magic knight, yuno was expected to be calm, cool and collected at all times. and he was, except when you came around. from the moment, he met you, yuno was absolutely enamored, but no one would be able to tell from the way he carried himself. the most interaction you would get with him were a few glances or the occasional assistance with a chore around the base.

but, as soon as he was alone in his room, the first thing on his mind was you. you didn’t seem all too interested in him, not fawning over the things he did like most of the girls he met or at least fawning over his looks. you were impossible but yuno knew that that word was just an excuse and if he wanted to be the wizard king one day, this was one of the barriers he would have to cross. after all, the clover kingdom couldn’t have no wizard queen, right

the first time he’d tried to impress you didn’t go so well. you were busy taking care of the laundry in the golden dawn’s courtyard with a stressed look on your face due to how many clothes there were. yuno knew he could help you, after all, he did have wind magic. maybe, you’d even thank him with that adorable smile of yours

but, he’d seemingly forgotten about the jealous spirit floating by his shoulder. there was no way the sylph was letting her precious yuno help you out. you were already too close for her liking and you were half-way across the courtyard. so, the second that yuno raised his hand to help you, sylph was on it, increasing the amount of magic tenfold, which sent you flying across the yard into one of the stone pillars

yuno was frozen. you groaned in pain and as if on queue, mimosa came running out of the castle with a gasp, instantly trying to heal you. still, the dark-haired magic knight couldn’t move. he was so embarrassed that it felt like all of his nerves were on fire but frozen at the same time.

“yuno, did you see what happened?”, mimosa called out as you looked up at him, making him turn into basically stone.

sylph began to tug at his cheeks, “hmph! they shouldn’t have been standing there, how stupid! right, yuno?”

after a few seconds, the red-head seemed to put the pieces together and began giggling, confusing you. but, when you looked back at yuno, he was gone. little did you know, he was hiding behind the wall, trying to stop his red cheeks before berating sylph for her actions

every time after that ended up the exact same way. before, the only who knew about how he made a fool of himself every time he wanted your attention was mimosa, but now, the entire golden dawn and most of the black bulls knew too. he’d even almost done it in front of the wizard king when he went to open the door for you with his wind magic but you totally missed it and he ended up hitting himself in the face with the wooden door

he was about to give up. no amount of encouragement from asta, mumbled advice from klaus or crude jokes from yami could help him now. or so he thought.

it was late at night on the base when you and yuno were walking down the stairs to your bedrooms. however, someone had clearly forgotten to clean up their mess on the stairs and you ended up slipping. on instinct, yuno reached over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back from falling at the last minute, holding you to his chest

after a few seconds or so, you let out an excited squeal, startling him before you turned around his arms. now, he was laying back against the stairs with you on his lap, leaning closer to his face with curiosity. yuno swore he must look like a tomato right now. thank goodness sylph wasn’t here

“wow, yuno! i can’t believe you’re reflexes are so good, i mean, i knew you were talented at magic but that was enough!”, you kept on blabbering for a while but he had already tuned out

was that really all it took? all those times he’d spent trying to impress you with magic and accidentally hitting himself or his superiors were for nothing? all he had to do was catch you from a fall, huh? yuno started laughing and smiled when he saw how your cheeks turned red

when you told the story the next day, everyone in the golden dawn was silent, all of them groaning once you’d left. klaus had ended up with a broken nose once thanks to yuno’s antics. that boy was in for it but it didn’t matter

he had finally got your attention

#black clover #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #yuno x reader #yuno black clover #yuno imagine

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kingspuppet-a · 4 years ago

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@armatization || x

If you do a 3H one hmu 👀 I'd love to make him interact with any of my cast hehe

@aeipathcy

FE /eyes emoji/

@dissolvedshadows

FE???

|| Yes, Fire Emblem!! I know Sylph knows, but I did some FE RPing for a couple years before Akechi. And I still love and adore it, and I miss it. So a FE verse sounds really fun (and of course you know I’d want to write with you in that verse, Sylph)!

#; OOC || Bri ♟️#//I was not expecting such a response from mentioning a potential FE verse asdfghjklkjhg #//But I do miss writing in that world and some of those muses like Ferdie and Xander among some others.#//So I'd love to give Goro a verse or two!

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yukiwrites · 4 years ago

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Meeting Again, Now and Forever

Thank you for the support and patience as always, @breeachuu! I hope you like it! >v<)

Summary: After getting acquainted with the Traveler, Venti approached her for help with something as important, or even more so, than with the issue with Dvalin: He wanted to find his long-lost love, Auria, who was undoubtedly also looking for him...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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It hadn’t been long since the Stormterror Crisis had been dealt with (not to mention how the party had to bolt out of the temple before the illusion on the Holy Lyre wore off), so Lumine -- and, by extension, Paimon -- went to Angel’s Share to rest her weary bones for a bit.

The sight that welcomed her the moment she stepped in, however, shouldn’t have been surprising, but given the state of their goodbyes just a day ago, Lumine hadn’t expected to meet Venti again so soon.

“Ah, Lumine!” The youthful bard smiled brightly once he saw the Traveler step into the tavern, cutting his performance short as though he had already been about to bring it to a close. “Good timing!”

“... What do you mean, ‘good timing’? You look like you’ve been waiting to ambush us!” Paimon crossed her tiny arms defiantly as she flew behind Lumine to snark at the Archon.

“Little old me? Why, I’d never!” Venti giggled adorably before stepping closer to the duo. “To be honest, I wanted to ask a last favor of you, but given how we got separated after our… elegant exit, I waited here!”

The way he smiled brightly could deceive many people (especially elderly), but Paimon only growled and narrowed her eyes. “What do you want NOW, Tone-Deaf Bard? We already went all over the place to help with that dragon business-”

“Paimon, it’s okay.” Lumine waved to shut the little fairy up. “If there’s anything I can help with, of course I’d want to. Is it anything serious?”

Venti smiled in a mature yet lonely way that didn’t go well with his youthful appearance -- it was perhaps the smile of an immortal being as it was confronted with its own endless life. Or perhaps it was a way to make himself seem more mysterious; there was no way for Lumine and Paimon to know.

“Actually, I’m looking for someone.” He bobbed his head to the side, walking towards the counter to sneak some alcohol into his system. “Her name’s Auria. We kind of missed each other during some time of turbulence.”

“...” Paimon sat on Lumine’s shoulder as the Traveler stood beside Venti by the counter. “That’s it? No more hints? What does the Tone-Deaf Lady Friend look like? Where did you meet last? You’re not gonna ask Paimon to look for someone without saying anything, right?”

Bluntly ignoring the talkative little fairy, Venti turned his unmatching mature smile to Lumine. “She’s my special someone; the muse I drink my inspiration from -- the one who’s been with me the longest. I keep sensing her in the wind, but it’s like we always barely miss each other.” He twirled his fingers around as a tiny current danced within his palm before he closed his fist. “Will you help me look for her, Traveler? I’m absolutely sure she’s here in Mondstadt, so the search shouldn’t take long.”

Lumine took a few seconds to nod, somehow appreciating the new side of this mysterious god as she felt the affection that dripped from his words when he spoke of Auria. Paimon shook her head once she saw the Traveler accepting yet another ridiculous request, but even she was unable to fully voice her complaint after sensing the weight of Venti’s words.

“Really?” Venti brightened up like the sun, jumping out of his seat with a spring in his step. “This calls for another song! Lo and behold, as the best bard of the land plays for all of you tonight!” He bowed extravagantly before hopping to the stage he had been earlier, a lyre ready at hand.

Lumine laughed and clapped along with the other patrons, happy that Venti’s mood seemed to have improved.

From the outside of the tavern, a young-looking girl looked up at the starry sky, wondering why the wind seemed so unstable that night…

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Auria had been hiding amongst the humans for 500 years while she waited for Barbatos to wake up from his slumber, so she was well-versed in dealing with people; though she wasn’t one to stay in a place for long.

“Hmm, what I mean is that… why is it so hard to catch up to a single bard? I hear whispers here and there of his whereabouts, but by the time I arrive, it’s like he’s carried by the wind!” Auria grumbled under her robe which concealed her body, “of course, that wouldn’t be strange, considering Barbar’s personality…”

Sighing, the fairy-turned-sylph looked up to the endlessly blue sky. She had heard through the grapevine about those bard contests -- innumerable, considering the amount of stories to be sung by the many traveling bards in the land -- and had ignored them for two years until she had heard who had been the winner for the third year straight: A young boy named Venti.

Curse her lack of attention! What good was it to possess the power of an Anemo Vision and be clueless about the words the wind carried?

“Hahh…” Auria sighed again, kicking the dust just for the sake of it. She had heard about how Dvalin had left Mondstadt -- which was Venti’s handiwork, no doubt about it. If only she had been there…

Holding back another sigh, Auria took a deep breath and, instead, slapped both of her cheeks to spur herself into action.

“Get a hold of yourself, Auria! Those 500 years of wandering and hiding weren’t for nothing!” She looked up at the fluffy clouds with renewed resolve. “I’ll find him and we’ll finally be able to be together again, just like old times.” She nodded to herself, as though talking herself into action had become a habit she cultivated through the centuries. “Okay, now that’s dealt with…” she looked around the wide prairie before her to check if there was anyone looking before crossing both hands over her chest. “Annd, transform!”

After Auria’s whisper -- word that was actually not needed for her transformation from sylph to fairy to work, but that she had grown fond of using due to Venti’s influence -- she was covered in sparkling dust, seemingly poofing out of existence.

A tiny form, smaller than even Paimon, emerged from the dust, flying about freely to be able to cover the distance to the city. She had changed to her original form of a fairy, before Barbatos had bestowed upon her the very first ever Anemo Vision which allowed her to retain a human-like form to live out the rest of her life beside him.

It took her a while to arrive at the city, as the sky was now covered in a blanket of stars. She poofed back into her human form behind an alley, feeling a weird stir in the air after she felt it caress her face.

It felt as though it was welcoming her into an embrace -- like it was ready to give her what she wanted the most: the hug and comfort of her beloved Barbatos.

“Oh…” Auria covered her mouth with both hands in surprise, her eyes misting with tears. “He’s here! Ven is here!” Her voice shook with emotion for finally being able to grasp Venti’s presence like one catches a petal in the wind.

She closed her eyes and intertwined her fingers in almost prayer, focusing all of her being into the Anemo energy all around her. If she could pinpoint the source of the wind… If only she could, then she would most certainly find Barbatos at the end of it.

All wind and freedom are born from him, so it was no wonder that if one pulled the thread of the wind, they would find Venti at the end of it.

However, it was easier said than done -- there was a high amount of magic energy; differing levels of Anemo and other Visions spread throughout the land to be able to pull at one without finding it entangled in another. It felt like Auria was learning how to knit by untangling yarn instead of weaving it into clothing.

She spent the night at an inn not too far from the most famous one in town as she needed to concentrate on her task, though if only she had walked half a block further… her fate might’ve been different.

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The next morning, Venti, Lumine and Paimon left Angel’s Share to look for the bard’s special someone, though not without Paimon’s easily-ignored teasing.

“She loves the natural sound of the wind, so I’m sure she’ll be in a place where she can be surrounded by nature!” Venti twirled around himself to make a small whirlwind follow his steps, making dust and leaves dance behind him. “The prairie right outside town should be a great place to look, methinks!”

“Alright, then you can go alone, Tone-Deaf Bard! It doesn’t make sense for all of us to go together, after all.” Paimon shook her tiny legs in annoyance for being ignored after asking questions about the Tone-Deaf Lady Friend.

Lumine nodded in accordance, “yeah, it’s best if we split up. I’ll ask people based on the description you told me, so you should look for places she’d most likely be at.”

“Mhm, mhm!” Venti nodded brightly, taking Lumine’s hand on his before shaking it vigorously. “Thanks again for this, Traveler! Let’s find her pronto! I miss her so much!”

“No one asked, though…” Paimon grumbled beside the duo, puffing her cheeks so they were fit to burst at any moment.

Blinking with sparkling eyes, Venti looked in Paimon’s direction and smiled before giving her a cheeky wink and turning to leave. “Then I leave this area to you! Let’s meet back at Angel’s Share if we return empty-handed.”

After saying that, a current of soft green wind covered Venti, dissipating into warm specs of light once he safely warped himself out.

“Good riddance!” Paimon grunted, wobbling around Lumine before taking a deep breath. “Alright then, let’s go, Traveler! I’m so curious to meet the lady crazy enough to live SO LONG with that Tone-Deaf Bard that I can’t stop scratching myself!” The flying little girl scratched the back of her hand excitedly, wearing an evil smile unfitting to her adorable face.

“Heh,” Lumine smiled before turning towards the market. “Let’s first ask some innkeepers; they’re the best when it comes to dealing with new people.”

“Let’s gooo!” Paimon eagerly flew behind the Traveler.

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At the same time, Auria gasped, feeling the thread of wind she had barely managed to catch, snap. “Oh, noo…” She grumbled. “Did he warp somewhere? He was just around here in the city, but now he’s flown far away…” Her voice sounded dispirited as her body lumped forwards, on the bed.

Well, technically, she didn’t know if he had flown ‘far away’, but since he wasn’t within her grasp anymore, she pouted adorably, digging her face into the pillow.

She had barely slept last night; she was also starving and tired of trying to untangle the mess of winds and magic around this big city… Pouting even more, Auria growled impatiently before taking a deep breath.

“I’m going… yeah, I’m going to buy something to eat. Bread! Sweets! Fuel for my weary body!” She psyched herself up by springing to her feet, raising both fists to the sky. “Let’s go!”

Soon she left the tavern without checking out -- she was playing on staying until she found Barbatos, after all -- taking only her money pouch and cloak with her as she headed to the marketplace.

No matter how many times she squeezed herself through the stalls, the sight was always marvelous. Humans were truly fascinating in their own pursuit of freedom: from house decorations to delicious food; there was nothing one couldn’t find in this place as long as they looked hard enough.

Auria gleefully bought a bag of baked sweets that looked much too large for someone her size to eat by herself, which warranted her some glances from the shopkeepers as she passed them. Nevertheless, Auria happily munched on a creamy donut as she started to make her way out of the marketplace.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a familiar sparkling dust, so she unconsciously followed it. Since it was just like what her wings in fairy form produced, she felt somehow akin to the flying little girl just a bit ahead of her.

The girl looked too big to be a fairy; not to mention her lack of wings, which cemented the fact that she was not one of Auria’s brethren. Still, Auria found her gaze following the little girl and the one she accompanied -- a young Knight of Favonius, from the looks of it.

Once the duo was out of sight, Auria realized she still had half a donut sticking out of her mouth, so she busied herself with eating it, making her way back to the inn. On the way there, however, she passed by the largest tavern, Angel’s Share, and shrugged before going in.

After all, it would be weird if one that held the title of Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt wasn’t known in such a big establishment. So, renewed with the power of sugar in her veins, Auria went inside with burning eyes.

“Excuse me, I want some information…” She walked to the counter, finding a beautiful flame-haired young man tending to the bar.

“Ask away.” Diluc said curtly, not raising his gaze from the cup he was drying.

“Do you perhchance know of a bard named Venti? He’s about this tall-”

“No need for a description; not only do I know of him, he performed here just last night.” Diluc looked at Auria, then to the piece of donut that fell from her mouth to the floor he had just moped in her surprise.

“He was WHAT? Here?! What?!” She almost let go of the bag of sweets, but managed to catch herself in time to prevent the tragedy. “But I’m just right- across the street? I can’t believe-” She widened her eyes the more she spoke, staring blankly into Diluc’s face.

After a few seconds of astonishment, she caught her breath with a gasp. “Do you know where is he right now? I must meet him!”

Diluc took a moment to reply as he circled the counter to get a broom. “He didn’t say where he was going, but he left this morning with the Traveler and that flying little girl that accompanies her.”

Auria knew who Diluc was talking about immediately. “That young knight of Favonius?” She mumbled more to herself than to Diluc, though he did nod in response.

“Yes.”

Squeezing the bag of sweets, Auria’s heart beat so hard it felt it was about to burst out of her chest. Was that the reason she was so drawn to them back at the market? Were the winds telling her to seek them out so she could finally be reunited with her love?

Her mouth agape as she breathed heavily, Auria’s face brightened with each passing second. “Thank you so much, master! I’ll- I’ll be back!” She quite literally flew out of the door, leaving only the sweet scent of her treats in her wake.

Diluc wasn’t even surprised about such things anymore, so he just finished his sweeping in silence.

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“Huff, huff!” Auria panted as she turned the bag over into her open mouth to eat everything at once while she ran, clearly unafraid of choking. She quickly arrived back at the marketplace, though due to the sheer amount of people, it was hard to pinpoint a single duo.

Of course, the little not-fairy would be easy to find since she was such an odd sight, but that did not mean that looking would be effortless. Auria put herself on her tiptoes to look above the crowd, but ultimately decided that it would be easier to look from above.

She hurried to an alley and poofed into her fairy form, taking an easy flight high above people’s heads. Looking left and right, Auria flew not too close so as not to be spotted, but not too far so she would still be able to see clearly.

“There!” She pointed to the blonde knight far off in the distance, at the entrance to the pier. “It seems she’s talking to some people, so I’ll just fly down here…” Auria found a quiet spot behind some crates to poof back into her human form, immediately storming towards the place where she last saw Lumine.

She was so eager, she rammed into the young knight with everything she had the moment she took a turn, rolling on the ground in her arms. “Ow, ow, ow…”

“Lumine, Lumine! Are you alright? Who’s this crazy lady?!” Paimon pulled Auria’s cloak to take her off of the Traveler, failing miserably in moving anything but the hood she held on to.

“I’m alright, but-” Lumine shook her head, helping Auria sit up beside her. “Are you okay? Who are- wait… you look familiar.”

“Familiar? Have you seen this crook before, Lumine?” Paimon flew to Lumine’s side, widening her eyes once she took a good look at Auria. “Wait, it’s true! Aren’t you the Tone-Deaf Bard Lady Friend? You are, arentcha?!”

“Tone-deaf-” still dizzy from the collision, Auria massaged her forehead with a groan. “Tone-deaf…?”

“Don’t mind her.” Lumine waved her hand in Paimon’s direction, ignoring the ‘hey, what do you mean by that?’ from the emergency food. “You’re the one Venti is looking for, aren’t you?”

Auria’s eyes sparkled immediately, forgetting the pain and frustration as she took Lumine’s hand. “You know Venti?! Oh, thank the heavens! Do you know where he is? I’ve been looking everywhere for him!”

Lumine and Paimon exchanged surprised and pleased glances. “He just asked us to help him look for you. He left the city for a bit, but we promised to meet back at the Angel’s Share later this afternoon to report our findings.” Lumine nodded to the eager girl holding her hand. “Should we wait there together? It’s best if we stick close lest you two miss each other again.”

“Oh, would you do that for us? Thank you so much, sir knight! Thank you, thank you!” Amidst her emotion, Auria hugged Lumine as she laughed brightly to the point of tears.

“There, there,” Lumine smiled, patting Auria’s back so they could look each other in the eyes. “I’m Lumine, by the way. The one over there is Paimon, so no need for formalities.”

“That’s right! You’re thankful, aren’t you? You gotta tell us more about the Tone-Deaf Bard and how you two met and stuff!” Paimon bounced excitedly all around the two girls. “I need something to kick him in the shin with, keheheh…” She mumbled the last part to herself, snickering evilly.

“I truly am thankful!” Auria sniffled, then got up with Lumine’s help. “I would also love to hear how you two met Venti and what he’s been up to!”

“Sure,” Lumine patted the dirt out of her dress. “Let’s head back to the Angel’s Share.”

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With each step Auria gave in the direction of the tavern she had left just an hour ago, the stronger her heart pounded. They haven’t seen each other in five hundred years, so the longing she felt to be in his arms was unparalleled.

She tried hard to listen to Paimon’s retelling of how they managed to save Dvalin, but the sound of her heart beating inside her ears made it difficult for Auria to do anything else apart from breathing. And even that was difficult, to be honest.

The wind was restless. Was Venti back? If so, was he already waiting for her? If not, would he take long? It was already the early hours of the afternoon, so he probably should be on his way… oh, Auria could hardly wait!

She didn’t notice, but her steps became quicker the more she approached the Angel’s Share, as though spurred by the threads of wind woven into a breeze. By the time she noticed it was hard to breathe, she was already running.

Her steps fueled by the swirling wind, Auria forgot all decorum and opened the door to the tavern with a loud bang.

The air entered from behind her into the building as though being sucked by a primal being; as though being rolled back into its beginning and end; as though it was simply returning to its master and servant.

The wind swirled around the two adorable twin braids, ruffling the little red cape that covered the small back.

Short of breath, Auria could only gasp as her eyes met Barbatos’ for the first time in a half a millennium. “Ven-” she stuttered, faltering on her feet as she reached out to him.

His clear, aqua eyes widened in surprise as he saw the wind usher her to him, a wide smile covering his face. “Auria!” He opened both arms and ran into her embrace, tackling her with everything he had.

“Ven- oof!” Auria opened her arms to welcome his lightning fast jump, squeezing him into her embrace as they wobbled backwards, falling on top of the incoming Traveler once again.

Paimon grumbled something about the Traveler pursuing a career of safety cushion, but neither of the two lovers heard her.

Auria’s clear tears rolled down her cheeks as she dug her face into Venti’s hair, rubbing her face on it as though to imprint him into her. “Ven! I missed you so much! Where,” she sniffled, “where have you beeen!” She sobbed.

“Hehe,” Venti smiled cheekily, rubbing his face on Auria’s chest as his own eyes itched with unshed tears. “Haven’t you heard my tunes? I was looking high and low for my one and only muse!”

Auria sobbed more, squeezing his neck into her embrace with such force he almost turned blue with lack of air. “I looked everywhere for you…”

“I know, Fairy.” He whispered her nickname in a loving voice, making Auria’s tears flow more intensely. “Thanks for being so good at finding me! What would I do without you, really…” he kissed her neck, then loosened his embrace so he could kiss her wet cheeks before trailing his lips to hers.

Paimon gawked at the sight, covering her eyes with a red face as the two young lovers shared their kiss of reunion, not even bothering to stand after they fell.

“Don’t, sniff, don’t even think about going around on your own again!” Auria dipped more tiny kisses onto Venti’s rosy lips, drying her tears the best she could. “We’ll stay together from now on, Ven!”

“I would have it no other way, Fairy!” Venti giggled brightly, using his frilly sleeve to dry his beloved’s faze. “Now there’s nothing that can separate us.”

#genshin impact #venti genshin impact #lumine gensin himpact #paimon genshin impact #genshin oc #i dont have a 'genshinsona' tag so ksadjlmasd #should i just go with fatesona #fatesona #there #my writings #yuki's commissions

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hanawrites404 · 4 years ago

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Wynne's Birthday Diary - William Hillenberg

"Wynne stop daydreaming and wash the berries. We don't have all day" I felt a nudge on my shoulder laden with flour. This disturbed the train of my thoughts which annoyed me a bit.

"M-My apologies. I was just..... pondering about something" I dusted my shoulder and continued rinsing the fruits with water.

"Oh yeah? What were you thinking of?" Portia asked me back. She had a teasing tone to her voice while I just rolled my eyes. Ugh, she really wasn't believing me, was she?

"It's nothing......really.......well........" I looked around for a second, trying to find a topic to talk about before Portia could press my spacing out further. And after a couple of seconds, I finally found two idiotic birds to snarl on outside.

"Ugh yare yare dawa" I scoffed as I stared out the window.

"What's the matter now?" Portia asked.

"Look at Ilya outside. Seems like Pepi is not going let go of his leg, is she??" I remarked as I watched the red-haired himbo trying to shake the innocent feline off his pillar limb that he falls on the grass during the struggle, still screeching like a monkey let loose.

I just sighed and shook my head after seeing the nonsense ruckus out. I was definitely tired of such a shit.

"Such a baka he is. Fucking scared of a cat"

"Pfff looks like Pepi is having fun. Too much fun" Portia laughed as she cut the blueberries into definite circles.

"True. Ugh but look at Erik now. Panicking as always" I scoffed again. And like I implied, Erik (@sylph-dreams) was trying to get Pepi away from Julian's leg and also shouting pleads to her. Seriously just why am I dating such idiots and how did I end up like this??

"Then why don't you go and help them, Ms. Whiny?" Portia nudged me hard enough to send me stumbling.

"Fine. Whatever" I rolled my eyes again and left the kitchen to both of the morons outside.

"Now now, would you two stop freaking out and calm down for a bit? You are creating a mess which I definitely won't tolerate, for your kind information" I crossed my arms as I glared at both of them.

After I came, Pepi instantly let go of Julian's leg and jumped off it before going inside the house and meowing like nothing happened. Her fellow feline Esther, who was watching the tantrum from the corner, too joined Pepi inside, not caring about the two.

"I-I am sorry Wynne. But she wasn't letting Ilya go!" Erik rubbed his neck from shame.

"You could have solved the matter in a cooperative way than panicking and making the situation difficult than ever Erik. Have some decency on the grounds" I scolded him sternly.

"I'm sorry......I won't do it again" he looked down, ashamed of his previous behavior.

I sighed and spoke to him in a bit more soft way this time.

"It's alright. Just keep it in mind to not mess up again, Ok? Same with you Ilya" I glared at Julian next.

"Y-Yes ma'am" he replied, his face red from embarrassment.

"Right. Now get in" I pointed behind me with my thumb, still glaring at both of them, and they quickly went inside the house by my command and without objecting with me.

I watched both of them from the corner of my eye and sighed once they were out of sight.

"Just what will I do with both of them....." I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with my fingers.

"Wynne!" I heard someone calling my name from the front of me. And by the call, I shifted my eyes up to the person who called me.

And I found out that the person was none other than the birthday boy.

"O-Oh! William!" I walked quickly over to him. He was not looking so tired as usual. Looks like he was relieved from work early.

"There you are. I was looking for you. You and Esther weren't at the shop so I got worried" he told me.

"But I did leave a note that we both would be at Portia's cottage" I replied him back.

"You mean *this* note" he handed me the paper on which I had written.

in Japanese.........

"Oh fuck......I am so sorry!" I facepalmed hard.

"Do you even know how many dictionaries it took me to find the meaning of what you have written??" He crossed his arms. He was clearly annoyed.

"Gosh I am so sorry William. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to write it in English" I replied from frustration while he just sighed.

"Just don't do it again Pipsqueak. Japanese is a pain in the ass for me. We have been dating for more than a year. You should have known this" he walked away to the cottage.

"ugh I told you I was sorry. What is your problem?" I pouted and crossed my own arms, following him.

"Yeah yeah. Like I said, don't repeat it. I forgive you" he replied without turning to me as he opened the door of the house.

And as quick as she can, Portia lunged upon him and hugged him tight.

"W-Whoa! What the??" William stumbled back a bit.

"Happy birthday Will!!" She literally shouted from joy as she smiled brightly at him.

"O-Oh! Thanks Pasha! I didn't know you would remember it" He smiled nervously at her, and hugged her back lightly.

"Are you kidding me?? Of course I would remember!! You are my friend!" She punched his shoulder playfully.

"Oww. Thanks again Pasha" he smiled more, letting go of her and rubbing where she had hit him.

As soon as Will thought that he was finally free of any more hugs, Erik attacked him with his own tight embrace.

"Happy birthday My Dearest Pal!!" He was literally lifting him up with his strong hug that it made me giggle.

"Oh Gods! T-Thanks Erik. Sorry but, can you please keep me down now?" He was chuckling in between his words.

"Oh! Sorry!! Got too excited over here haha!!" Erik then let him down gently and grinned at him with a thumbs-up.

"Well. I will not lift you up but-" Julian gently hugs him and kisses both of his cheeks tenderly which made the brunet blush.

"Here. That should be enough for making birthday boy flustered" he smirked at him and winked.

"Gosh Ilya......" William blushed more and looked away. Gosh he looked so adorable that way. Like a kitten receiving the affection that was out of his expectations.

"Come on. Let's cut the cake now. I believe we should not waste any more time. Babe must be hungry you know" I approached William and hugged his arm close while facing the others.

"Oh yeah why not! I will go and bring it" As soon as I heard Erik say it, I quickly grabbed him from the back of his shirt.

"Wynne let me goooooo" he whined as he attempted to get away but I literally had my nails dug onto his fabric.

"I can't, sorry and also not so sorry. Pasha, you go and bring it" I ordered her.

After listening to the quicksand incident that happened with him when he was a kid made me not want to risk it at all.

"Sure! Right on it" Portia nodded and went to get the cake we both had made together for William.

I sighed and finally let Erik go before pushing William to the dining table and settling him down on the chair.

I then gave him a small kiss on the cheek before he giggled and patted my head.

"There there Pipsqueak" He rolled the strands of my hair around his fingers.

"Today is a special day. I gotta spoil you, you know" I whispered in his ear.

"I know Wynne. I won't resist. Don't worry" he lowly purred against me while rubbing his cheek on my nose. It was his natural incorrigible habit to purr like a cat, which I of course didn't mind. I find it rather adorable and arousing.

"Here is the mighty caaaaaaaake~" Portia sung her way through the halls from the kitchen to place it in front of William.

"Oh! It’s a Blueberry cake! How wonderful!!" William exclaimed from joy as his hazel eyes shone from excitement. It aroused a giggle from all of us, because it's very rare to see William so happy like this. But we all were of course glad so.

"Correct Dear. Only for you" I kissed William's cheek again, and this time he kissed me back on the corner of my lips, making me blush.

"Thank you Cornflower. I really appreciate it" he smiled at me.

I in reply just chuckled and bumped my forehead lightly with his as an acceptance of his compliment, which made him purr again.

"Alright you two lovecats, let's not let the candle burn away" Portia laughed.

This made us both snap away from each other and look away, still blushing, while Portia and others continued to laugh at us.

"H-Hey, stop. I missed him!" I pouted, my cheeks were still hot.

"Yeah yeah. I swear if I see you both sleep with each other tonight, I won't be surprised" Pasha joked while shrugging.

"Pasha!!!" Both Will and I yelled from embarrassment. Julian and Erik both wheezed and laughed from our reactions which made us even more flustered.

The fact that they both had started to sing 'Wynne and William sitting on tree' was making me literally lose my shit and want to bury them six feet alive.

"What? I am saying the truth" she smirked and wiggled her eyebrows, especially at me.

"N-No....it's not like that at all" I covered my mouth and let my cheeks have a massive blood rush.

"Y-Yeah.....she is right......We don't do that" William supported my statement, his blush was still on his face.

"Whatever. Now go on and cut the cake. We won't tease you anymore" Portia reassured us and the two boys had stopped laughing like hyenas after hearing her.

"Ugh finally!" I backed away from William to give him some space. Will then took the knife in his hand and as he was about to cut it, Erik interrupted him.

"make a wish first! It's important!" He reminded him.

"U-Ugh but, Erik. It doesn't matter. My wish will never come true. Even on my birthday" William protested.

"But it's a tradition! You cannot just ruin that!!" Erik didn't give up on his justification.

"Ugggggh. Fine" William rolled his eyes before closing them, and taking his time to think for his wish. Erik from satisfaction crossed his arms and smiled in triumph.

And when he was done, he opened his eyes and bent forward to blow the candle. He was about as close as the moon and earth from blowing the fire on the wax stick..........

But then they came..........

"Well how do you do, fellow humans??" The horned creature walked inside the cottage after they literally opened the door without touching it. A cool and fast gush of wind accompanied their menacing and chaotic aura also spreading it everywhere around.

Julian was shivering the whole time as he hugged me close, while Pasha and Erik were indifferent but intimated of their presence.

And William..........

"Q-Quaestor!! Is something wrong??" William stood up and looked at the doctor in front of him.

"Oh there is nothing to worry about My Dear. I just came here to wish my favourite lovely novice a happy being born day!" They had their usual crooked smile on their sharp mouth as they looked directly at William, who was now very red from fluster.

"I-I-I......T-Thank you so much Quaestor. I-It's really a pleasure hearing it from you. And the fact that you came here solely to wish me......it is really making me happy!!" Will beamed.

"Hehehehe! Anything for you My Lovely~ And I even bought a gift for you~" They sang happily.

William gasped from anticipation and I could literally see sparks in his eyes. Gosh he was just so obsessed with them that I could not help but roll my eyes from annoyance and a teeny meeny bit of jealousy.

"Oh gosh I can't wait! Wynne come on. Let's cut the cake and move to the presents fast!" William shook me by my shoulder.

"Ok Ok!! Jeez. Chill out Will! And Valdemar, what the hell took you so long?? I thought I told you to come at the exact time, didn't I?" I placed my hands on my hips and glared at them.

"Oh my apologies Sweetheart. I had some........ business to be taken care of. I didn't know that it would take me a lot of time" Valdemar excused themselves.

"Whatever. Come inside please" I ordered them.

"With pleasure, sweet cheeks" they grinned wider and came inside, the door shutting off with a slam by itself making Julian jump on his feet.

"I better not ask what they were doing this whole time" Ilya talked to himself as he shivered and rubbed his forearms.

"Yare Yare" I rolled my eyes again and sighed.

"Alright everyone! Attention over here! The birthday boy is going to cut his cake!" Erik announced while adding a comical and dramatic tune to it.

"Jesus. Nice try Erik" I giggled between my speech.

"Hehe. Thanks! I had been practicing this for the past week" he rubbed his neck and grinned with a blush while I shook my head, still chuckling.

I then placed my hand gently on William's shoulder to give him some assurance. Will touched my hand with his, gave me a smile, and then looked forward. After he was done wishing, he blew the candle.

Happy birthday to you~

Happy birthday to you~~

Happy birthday to Dear William~~

Happy birthday to you~!!! ❣️❣️❣️❣️

There was nothing but joy and happiness in the room. Even though a literal demon was present at the party, it didn't curtain the delightful ambiance. A big hats off and thanks so much to Valdemar for not putting any crazy shit during the present time and dinner. Honestly.

After the cake had been cut, me and Pasha served everyone a piece. William of course loved it because it was made be none other than me✨. Julian and Erik liked it.......too much, that they demanded for more but I had to deny them because I had to save it for me and Portia.

And Valdemar did eat some of the cake saying that it was interesting how it tasted sweet and sour and creamy, and that it reminded of the taste of the flesh of an old angry lady they ate years ago.

Hearing this fact, Julian had almost died from choking on a fucking blueberry...........

And Erik almost broke down crying from seeing Jules losing his life because of a small fruit..............

But anyways, after both of them had calmed down. We moved onto the phase William had been bubbling with excitement for the past half an hour. And it was presents.

Erik went first with his present of a carmine red woolen scarf and beanie cap for him. William when wore it looked very cute and handsome in it that I couldn't help but call him Red Riding Hood.

And just like the name, he had really turned red from face after the compliment.........how adorable of him.

Next was Pasha who have him a handmade cat charm which looked like Esther. And also that was the first time I heard William purring the loudest that my heart was running marathons. Was it because it was arousing me a lot or it was hella loud for my eardrums, I will never know.

After that it was me and I gifted him with big baskets of blueberries right from my village. They were grown by me and my father and there were about 8 of such baskets full of love for him.

I am going to be real honest here but a soft spot on my neck was hurting and swollen red from how he had bitten me hard after the party for the berries.

Anyways, moving onto Julian, he had gifted William with brand-new sets of surgical knives. From the shine and the look of it, it was quite expensive-looking. I wonder how did he afford it. But aside that, William was of course delighted from his gift that it urged him to kiss the redhead doctor right on the lips, which turned both of them into cherries and left Pasha and Erik in awe while Valdemar just chuckled.

And me........well I just wanted to erase myself from existence. Nothing new here. hahahaha!!!!

And last but not the least, on no no of course not. How can they ever be the least huh?

Because THIS LITERAL DEATH DEMON GIFTED WILLIAM WITH A FUCKING BEATING LIVE HUMAN HEART!!!!! I DON’T KNOW HOW IN THE WORLD WAS IT POSSIBLE BUT YES WHAT I AM WRITING IS ALL TRUE!!!!!

And guess what.......

He adored it!!!!!!!

Yes......he loved it so much that he it got him meowing from 'orgasm' loudly, scaring the hell out of Julian as always. Ugh was there just for once a time where Ilya wasn't scared?? I bet none!

Anyways, back to the birthday boy, he was so overwhelmed and overjoyed that tears of joy were leaking from his hazel eyes. This of course got me worried to the most but when I got to know that the tears was not of pain and sadness but of happiness, I deadpanned, but make that times thousand plus 💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢.

But but but, if we ignore the bizarre parts of the birthday party (which are a lot) for the best boy ever, it was very very enjoyable and memorable. Valdemar had their own type of enjoyment participating in a human's activity, Julian, Pasha, Erik and I were satisfied with our work and effort. And William, the moon of our party, was happy and grateful to all of us. Just what we all wanted.

Though this party was not the one I had in my expectations and perfect according to me, I will of course never ever forget it. Whether it be the best or the worst thing about it. It would always be in my heart just like how William Hillenberg is.

Deep inside, safe and too good to be forgettable,

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cynical-amphisbaenia · 3 years ago

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Hi! I'd like a bit of help with my classpect, I'm thinking of sylph of blood but I want your opinion on the matter as well! I am a cancer sun, leo moon and sagittarius rising, i'm an infp and a hufflepuff.

In general I'm a pretty quiet person and don't really want a lot of attention to myself. Once you get to know me, I get very talkative and energetic. In general, it takes time for me to fully open up to someone. I'm also quite sensitive and feelings get hurt easily though i get over it pretty quickly. I'm quite hard working when I want to be but I'm also a bit moody and when I'm in a bad mood I tend to be even more hardworking than usual. I consider myself a realist and I tend to think in many different and unbiased points of views. If there is an arguement or drama I always read/seek out every person's involved point of view/side of the story before I form any opinion. I also tend to be extremely indecisive

I'm the type of person that usually looks out for their friends and tries to stop them from doing dumb ideas but after some persuation I join in. My friends usually go to me for advice (of any kind) or if they need a shoulder to cry on. I'm pretty overprotective of my friends and can't stand it when someone says something bad about them. I'm their no. 1 supporter majority of the time. I also give creative solutions to problems and I tend to think outside of the box.

I adore games like danganronpa, phoenix wright and your turn to die! I also like watching anime (favourite genres include: dementia, action and psychology). I typically listen to a lot of music everyday and I listen to a lot of different genres. I'm kind of bad tempered, I tend to daydream very often and I get easily distracted/entertained. I paint as well in my free time (I'm an abstract painter) and I can't draw without music in the background. Music is my motivation to paint and I paint based on vibes I get/feelings I feel while listening to whatever song/playlist I'm listening to.

I'd say i'm quite a funny person that has a joke to say most of the time. I'm also pretty stubborn but I can back down if I realise my mistake.

Blood does seem to be your most likely aspect. There is some connection to Heart (e.g. the way you focus on feelings), but Blood does show through more often (focus on connection and support, as well as many of your personality traits). However, it can be somewhat difficult to see how you interact with your aspect. Sylph, Knight and Rogue all seem like possibilities - it’s unclear if you’re creating Blood, giving it or relocating it.

Not wanting attention would suit a Rogue, but you seem to have more confidence in your aspect and not be lacking it so it’s less likely. Being overprotective of your friends could easily suit a Knight, though you also don’t appear to have the typical Knight mask. Likewise, giving creative solutions would suit a Sylph, but you don’t appear to have typical Sylph meddling behaviour. Of course, you don’t need to 100% suit your class to be it.

Sylph and Knight are most likely, though perhaps Sylph more so (a Sylph is more likely to willingly show their indecisiveness and care for their friends, whereas a Knight would have a mask, and your confidence in your aspect suits a Sylph more). Perhaps I’m missing some information that will allow you to easily make your decision, such as the mask or meddling. If not, it’s best to try to decide what key terms work best - do you give support and advice or create it (Knight or Sylph)? How do you interact with other parts of Blood you haven’t mentioned here - things like responsibilities, society and respect - and how does that line up with being a Sylph or Knight?

I hope this helps and feel free to ask me further questions!!

#ask #anon #classpect #classpecting #long post

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totallycorrectffxivquotes · 5 years ago

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Just ran Toto-Rak for the 1st time on Couerl & the party was so great they didn't need me for the bossfight. I didn't want to skip the cutscene but everyone ran ahead & it was so long that I missed the whole fight! I leveled up during this scene! There's gonna be scenes after story dungeons like this so I never want to skip them & have to skip every subsequent scene until I can get to an Inn. (loving the Elder Sylph Frixio tho, she's adorable)

Ooh yeah a lot of ARR scenes are unfortunately like that. Long cutscenes mid dungeons or right after the boss battle that by the time you’re out of it, everyone is gone. That luckily changes after one of the lvl 50 dungeons.

But whatever you do, don’t skip the cutscenes if it’s your first time! You’ll miss important information otherwise! If your party rushes ahead of you, they’ve gotta be prepared to handle it without you and it’s their fault for starting ahead when they can see someone is in a cutscene. I feel like going to an inn to watch the cutscene just doesn’t have the same effect as when you’re right there in the dungeon/trial/etc

And I love the slyphs as a whole! They’re such a cute beast tribe! I’d have to rank them in my top 3 of beast tribes!

#not a quote #Anonymous

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simplexjadeclothing · 5 years ago

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If you havent done it yet can I ask for the full Rage set?

I adore the rage tier set cause I’m a rage player myself. some chests are missing the emblem but I'm lazy so yeah

in order its heir, witch, seer, knight, thief, maid, prince, page, sylph, rogue, mage and bard

#homestuck #hiveswap #heir of rage #witch of rage #seer of rage #knight of rage #thief of rage #maid of rage #prince of rage #page of rage #sylph of rage #rogue of rage #mage of rage #bard of rage

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thgfanficinspo · 4 years ago

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Fear of the Water - ch 2

The story of the 70th Hunger Games

(ANNIE)

Bosun is the first one in. He barrels at me and hugs me so hard I nearly have the wind knocked out of me. He squeezes me so hard I think he’s trying to crush us together into one pile of bones.

He starts talking right away, saying everything in one breath the way Ondine does. “You find water. Keep to yourself; you don’t need to go getting mixed up in alliances. Especially with those people from One and Two. Okay? Don’t get tangled up with Piers, either; it’ll just make things worse. You know how to use a knife and you’re okay with a spear. The odds aren’t bad,” Bosun says. “You’re seventeen, too. The tributes over sixteen automatically have better odds.”

It’s true. Finnick Odair is the only tribute younger than sixteen to ever become a victor.

“You can outlast them,” Bosun insists.

He seems to have run out of words and air for the moment; I take my chance to speak.

“Be good,” I say. “Don’t take any shit from Chelsea. You’re old enough to be on your own now. Coraline and Adrie suck anyway; let them fend for themselves. Just get your own place –”

“We’ll get our own place,” he corrects. “All right? You and me. Just as soon as you get back.”

“If I don’t –”

“Annie –”

“If I don’t, I want you and Ondine to get married and have a dozen babies and name all the girls after me.”

He smiles the slightest bit. “Alright. But you have to name all your sons after me, then.”

A Peacekeeper appears in the doorway. “Time’s up.”

“A dozen babies, okay?” I say. “I love you!”

Coraline and Adrie are next. They just hug me and tell me to be brave. Their mother, my aunt Chelsea, stands near the doorway for the first few minutes and then flees. The two are talking over each other, saying how much they love me and how sorry they are. But I can see, at least in Adrie’s eyes, a strange sort of relief. This was her last year of being eligible for the reaping. For her, this nightmare is over. And what’s the loss of one cousin? She has another.

Ondine comes in crying uncontrollably, but she still manages to look beautiful – long golden waves, piercing blue eyes, and a sylph-like silhouette. Every time she tries to speak, she ends up making this horrible choking sound. It’s like reliving saying goodbye to Liffey last year before they took her away.

Liffey. I said goodbye to her in here, too.

I’m so scared that I’ll start crying. I want to cry. But nothing comes out. It’s like my mind has lost the ability to communicate with my body. All I end up telling her is that she and Bosun should look after each other.

When her five minutes are up, Ondine is near hysterics. One of the peacekeepers has to take her by the arm and lead her away.

She’s barely gotten a word out this whole time. I wish she hadn’t come to say goodbye. It only made things worse for both of us.

Dodge rushes in, wrapping me up in a hug. “I know the mentors. They’ll watch out for you.”

Of course. He’s more familiar with this than anybody. His grandmother, Eefa, is a victor.

“You do whatever the mentors tell you to, okay?” he says again. “Especially Finnick. No matter what they say, you do it. All right?”

I nod vehemently because the lump in my throat blocks the words from coming out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll look after Bosun while you’re gone.”

My old schoolteacher comes in with her husband next, followed by two of Dodge’s cousins.

Nobody else comes to see me, but Piers still has visitors, so I sit alone in this awful room for nearly twenty minutes while he finishes up.

He and I don’t speak until we’re on the train.

Brae, our Capitol escort , leads us to a grand room with a band of windows all around. Nobody’s sure how old she is, since she’s had so many surgeries to counteract the aging process. “Sit, sit!”

Cakes and fruit are set out on tiered stands. A fuzzy yellow-orange fruit catches my attention but it doesn’t seem appropriate to eat right now.

“How old are you?” Piers asks when we sit down.

“Seventeen. How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” he says. Then he gets all silent and thoughtful.

There’s an awkward silence for a moment before I force myself to speak. “Have you ever met them before? The victors?”

District 4 has five victors: Mags, Eefa, Proteus, Broadsea, and Finnick. They won the 11th, 31st, 51st, 56th, and 65th Hunger Games, respectively. Mags is the oldest living victor, except for a man from District 8 whose memory is starting to fade. She and Finnick adore each other. He actually lived with her for a couple years after his victory.

Piers pulls his mouth to one side. “I’ve seen Mags and Proteus around town, and I’ve met Finnick a handful of times at the training center. But never Broadsea or Eefa. I’d remember seeing Broadsea.”

Broadsea is impossible to miss, and not just because of his massive size. Most of the left half of his face is mangled so badly it hardly looks human.

“I’ve met Eefa a couple times,” I say. “My brother is best friends with her grandson. But I don’t know if she knows who I am.”

When I do see her on television, Eefa always looks very sour. She looks sour on the rare occasion I see her in person, too.

I doubt they’d show Broadsea even if weren’t so aggressive and drunk all the time. He’s not pretty or talented, so there’s nothing to take the focus off that huge ugly scar on his big angry face. Mags is pleasant but sad; Proteus is whatever the situation calls for. Finnick is stunning. The cameras are always on him.

We pass the Harrington, a massive Peacekeeper ship named for the man who first patrolled the waters around District 4 after the rebellion. It’s at least three times as big as the Justice Building and functions as both the prison and the peacekeeper base.

It marks the farthest edge of the district. My district. That I’ll never see again.

We pass by the lake and its guard towers before plunging into a dark tunnel dug out of the cliffs.

Piers and I both jump to our feet when a sweet old woman with a warm smile comes to greet us, followed closely by a plain-faced man wearing a manufactured smile.

“My name is Mags,” she says to us. “Eefa is having a lie-down in her room but the others should be out in a moment.” She smiles widely at us. “You must be Annie and Piers.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Piers says.

“Please, just Mags.” Her smile is reassuring. She doesn’t show any sign of fear for us. I’m sure it comes from years of practice. She turns to me. “I’m so sorry about Coastia dropping out. I don’t know what I would do if I were in your position. You’re handling it with such grace.”

Proteus is next. He is lean with sharp, sunken-in features. Not attractive, really, but not unattractive, either. Everybody likes him well enough, but no one loves him. They say he’s good to talk to, and the most talented chef in the whole country. He even cooked a meal for the president once.

“This is Proteus; Proteus, this is Annie and Piers,” Mags says. She introduces us as though she’s known us for years.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he says, but doesn’t move to shake our hands. An Avox comes over and hands him a glass of cloudy grey liquid. He sips it slowly. The Avox offers some to Mags, too, but she refuses. I concentrate on my feet.

“I don’t drink much these days,” Mags explains as we take our seats around the dining table in the middle of the train car. “When I was your age I could out-drink nearly anybody in town. These days I’m too afraid of the hangovers.”

The door slides open, and in walks the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

Finnick Odair is breathtaking. Smooth, tanned skin. Sculpted face – and body, for that matter. I can’t find the words to say how he looks. What he’s like. But I can feel each aching beat of my heart in my chest.

Everybody in the whole country knows him. He was the youngest victor ever and by far the most charming and beautiful. Sponsors showered gifts on him in the arena, including a trident. Everybody knew he was going to win. And now everyone falls all over each other to get his attention.

I force myself to look at something else – anything else – to keep from blushing. It’s no use. I study the water glass on the table as my cheeks and ears burn.

“Hello,” he says simply. “I’m Finnick.”

“I’m Piers. And this is Annie,” Piers adds, like he knows I won’t be able to speak in front of him. This is the effect Finnick has on all women.

Finnick in person is different from the Finnick I’ve seen on television. You can get an idea of what size he is by measuring him against the other victors on the screen, but he seems like a giant in person. He’s well over six feet, and he’s got big shoulders and a broad chest. When he smiles, he looks like a mischievous child.

I practically have him memorized. All the plains and contours of his face. The way his ears stick out. Liffey used to tease me for being so in love with him, but she couldn’t blame me. No one can. Half the country is in love with him. Maybe more.

He can’t even escape the attention at home in District 4, but he doesn’t seem to want to.

“This will be all of us for dinner, I think,” says Mags. “I doubt the others will make an appearance.”

A pair of Avoxes with shaved heads serve us lamb chops with mint jelly and roasted potatoes for dinner. I’ve never had lamb before. I want to go slow and savor every bite but I scarf the whole thing down in a matter of minutes.

Piers makes a face when he takes a bite of the meal and offers me his lamb in exchange for my potatoes.

The victors keep up a shallow conversation about their favorite foods in the Capitol, about the first time they tried lamb or ate peaches or watermelons.

(FINNICK)

Piers doesn’t really make an impression on me, even though he’s the one I should focus my energy on. It’s the girl that catches my attention.

She has long, lovely hair that falls all around her like ripples in water. She has pink cheeks and green eyes. She’s too absorbed with her food to notice I’m staring at her. She’s beautiful, but not in the raw, sexual way that earns sponsors.

I have to remind myself that admiring a pretty tribute is a waste of time. What does it matter if she's beautiful? She'll be dead soon. And there's nothing I can do about it.

Broadsea makes a brief appearance at the end of dinner when he comes in looking for liquor. He keeps his back to us as he picks through the bar cart. An Avox tries to help him but is waved away. She ends up cleaning the broken glass on the floor when Broadsea drunkenly knocks two glasses and a decanter of wine to the floor.

He stumbles back out, three bottles of varying size and color in his arms, without a word or even a backwards glance at the tributes.

Annie looks ready to pass out on the table by the time she’s finished her dessert of exotic fruits. She’s eaten just about everything she can reach, certainly out of wonder rather than starvation. She keeps two peaches clutched in her hands.

Piers has only picked at his string beans and potatoes. Nerves, probably. Mags asks him shallow questions meant to distract him from his problems but he only gives one-word answers. He doesn’t need to be distracted. What he needs is to cry.

I have trouble falling asleep. I always do the first night.

Mags remembers the name of every tribute she’s ever mentored. One hundred and thirty-eight children in the last sixty-nine years. Only four of us made it back home.

I stare up at the ceiling of my room and count my own tributes the way other people count sheep. I can’t keep their years straight in my head but I know all their names.

Reeve and Aeterna, Windlass and Strake, Quay and Zora, Liffey and Asper.

Annie and Piers.

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thiswasinevitableid · 5 years ago

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Hey, my 20 year old cat is getting kind sick with his age. Could you maybe write a little something about Duck and his cat to cheer me up? I adore your writing

Of course!

Which means we interrupt our current schedule of superhero AUs to bring you: KITTY!

Duck’s been in the apartment a little over a year. As childish as it may sound, he takes pride in the fact it’s a place he can afford to pay for himself, and that he gets to furnish and decorate in whatever way he chooses (minus things that would lose him his deposit).

There’s still something missing, however, and that something is why he’s currently standing in the cat room of the Kepler animal shelter.

“Anyone catchin your eye, hon?” The volunteer asks a she gathers stray, jingling toys from the floor.

“Just kinda gettin a feel for all of ‘em.” He scritches a white and black kitten through the slats in the cage, gives the white fluffy one that hisses at him a wide berth (he doesn’t take it personally).

When he gets to the cage at the end of one wall, he finds a medium sized, scruddy tabby cat watching him carefully. Her left ear is missing a chunk, and she has the bearing of someone who can’t figure out why existence is a thing she has to deal with.

But when Duck steps closer, she stands, stretching like a black cat halloween decoration, and bumps her head into the bars. He does his best to pet her through them, and when he stops she levels him with a glare.

“Mrow.”

Duck had been expecting a charming “mew” not a deep, twenty-year smoker rasp, and doubles over with a surprised laugh.

“I see you’ve met Winnifred.” The volunteer smiles at him, “she’s quite the little warrior. She was part of a feral litter that was found without a mother last year. They were found because someones dog saw them, started investigating, and Winnifred launched herself at him. His owner was more than a little amused to find his dog running back with his tail between his legs and a cat latched on his muzzle”

“That why she’s missin part of her ear?”

“Yep. Rest of the litter got adopted easily, as kittens do, but she never seemed to find the right person.”

Duck hunches down, finds yellow eyes watching him and gets an emphatic “mrow” when he scratches her behind her wounded ear.

“Hey there, Winnie. How do you feel about comin home with me?”

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“Okay, gonna put your bed right here, that way you won’t get too nervous at night by bein too far away from me, got you this real fluffy blanket too, aw, hey, it’s okay, no need to be scared by a blank-”

“DUCK NEWTON!”

“JEsus Minerva, you just scared her under the bed.”

“Who is this her of which you speak?”

“Mrow?”

“Ah, you have acquired an animal companion. She appears to have the makings of a mighty huntress.”

“Yeah, sure, now do you mind? I’m tryin to get her settled in.”

“Apologies Duck Newton, I was merely checking to see if you’d given more thought to-”

“No.”

“Very well. I shall leave you to your furry companion. Perhaps she can convince you of the importance of destiny.”

Minerva disappears, and Winnie blinks at Duck.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah, that’s about how I feel.”

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It’s the first serious raise he’s gotten since joining the forestry service. Bills are all paid, food and everything else is budgeted for the month with cash to spare.

So he’s currently got his computer and LAN cable out to do some very important shopping.

“What do you think? Three story cat condo?”

Winnie hops up on the table, chasing his hand as he moves it on the trackpad.

“You could use some new catnip toys too. Heh, these ones are shaped like little ducks. Hmmm, no these mice ones are bigger, better bargain. Two packs enough?”

“Mrow.” A sandpapery tongue licks his hand.

“You’re right, I’ll get four just to be safe.”

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“I dunno Juno, things have just gone kinda south with him lately but, I just-”

“Duck, you know I feel about him.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I oughta dump him. But I can’t help feelin, I dunno, like I ain’t givin him a chance.”

“....this is gonna sound weird, but how does Winnie get along with him?”

“She don’t, really. She was okay with him at first, kinda shy like she gets sometimes. Now if he’s over she won’t come anywhere near us.”

“Do I really gotta say that ain’t like her? That cat’d play with a bear if she thought that’d get you to pay attention to her.”

“Shit, you’re right. Okay, I’ll call him now and tell him it’s over.”

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“I gotta ask” Leo sips his beer as the two of them sit at the kitchen table, “you had any problems with mice this spring? I keep havin to set traps in my cabinet.”

“Nope, ain’t had any issues.”

“Mrow.”

“Hey there kitty-cat, how’s it--uh, think I know why you ain’t had any mice.”

“Huh? Aw, jeez, Winnie, don’t drop that on the table! At least you didn’t leave it in my shoe or somethin. Thanks for keepin our groceries safe.”

“Mrow.” Winnie trots off, head held high.

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“Well Winnie, that’s that. Your human’s just a regular dipshit now.”

The orange loaf on his chest purrs soothingly as he pets her, focusing on her fur as he lays on his bed in the darkened bedroom.

“Guess I oughta write out a plan or somethin, in case you outlive me. How you feel about livin with Leo, wait, shit, he’s lost his too. Hmm, maybe it oughta be Juno.”

Prickly, padded paws knead at his chest as the purring continues.

“Takin that as a sign you like that plan. Then again….wonder if Indrid would want company. If he ever comes back, I mean. Juno’s got kids, and you’re gettin up in years and don’t much like bein mandhandled. Plus, that trailer’s real fuckin warm. You’d never get chilly. And maybe you’d force him to clean up all those mugs of stale nog”

“Mrowrrrrrr.”

“Don’t gimme that look, the guy’s just a friend, and I feel kinda bad that he’s alone.”

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Duck clicks the heater up a few more notches as Indrid slips off his Uggs. The Sylph came back in late February, and has finally allowed Duck the chance to buy him dinner as an apology for the punching.

“Really, you don’t need to go to any trouble, I’ve dealt with worse, oh, hello there.” He chirps delightedly when Winnie bumps against his shin. She follows him to the couch as Duck searches for his wallet, which has chosen now of all times to stray from it’s normal spot on his nightstand.

“Care to join me, tiny predator?”

“She’s havin trouble gettin up on the couch lately.”

“May I lift her?”

“Uh, sure. She’ll let you know if she ain’t in the mood.”

“Alright, come along fuzzy one, ah, there we go. My, you are a dignified, silver-haired grande dame aren’t you.”

Duck glances up to find Indrid cuddling Winnie, cooing over her as he pets her forehead. The Sylph is right; the once cheddar colored fur on her head is almost entirely gray.

By the time he finds his wallet (in a random boot), Winnie is sound asleep in Indrid’s lap.

“We cannot leave. I have been chosen.”

Duck laughs, and goes to start some popcorn. No reason they can’t have dinner and movie at home, after all.

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Duck is exhausted; the apartment is at capacity, the FBI is nosing around town, and he’s been training daily to prepare for the next abomination.

So he’s more than a little annoyed when a familiar paw bats his nose, waking him up.

“Not even close to breakfast time.”

“Mrow.”

“Get.”

“MROW.” She hops off the bed, meowing louder and louder until he gets up, at which point she scurries into the living room. He follows, intending to bundle her into her bed so she can’t escape until morning.

But she’s not near her food bowl. She’s on the couch. Or, more accurately, on Indrid, who is curled up on the couch, frightened.

“‘Drid?”

“It’s all going to end.”

“Bad futures?”

“That’s putting it exceedingly mildly. I wish I could sleep, I’m so very tired.” He pets Winnie, manages a weak smile when she kneads at his thick sweater.

“Could read to you from one of my tree guides. Might knock you out.”

“...Yes, that actually might work. Thank you, Duck.”

“You’re welcome, be right back with that book. Winnie, you’re in charge until then.”

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“I have one final thing to move in. Ta dah!” Indrid presents a flat, rectangular basket, filled with thick, fluffy pillow. It’s late November, and while the world was saved, Indrid’s Winnebago got crushed by a Quell monster during the battle. Not that Duck’s complaining about an excuse to move his boyfriend in.

“Great, what it is?”

“It’s a special catbed. I know Winnie is on the upper limit of her years, and that the cold is rough on her joints. I found an old electric blanket in the Winnebago and stuck it under the pillow, so she can have extra warmth without leaving her favorite spot.”

“Thanks, darlin. Sure she’ll love it.” He kisses Indrid’s cheek.

“It’s the least I could do. After all, she was here first.” Indrid kisses his nose, pats Winnie on the head as she pads, slowly, over to investigate the offering. Duck sets it down in her corner, plugging in the blanket. She sniffs it, then settles into her favorite shape, the one Aubrey calls “catloaf.”

“Well, old girl, what do you think? This all gonna be okay?”

Winnie bumps her head against his hand, “Mrow.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

#duck newton #reader requests #indruck

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libidomechanica · 4 years ago

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creativegodtiers · 5 years ago

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Prompt Response: Upstart/Exodus Scenario

(apologies for the troll quirks 😔) “yo,” Virave, the Knight, said, lying sideways across their chair. “there’-S a lil -Situation -Stirrin up” “Yes, I Gathered bY the fact You’d called us all into the Situation Room,” Evelit, known to the mortals as the Mage, said with a raise of her eyebrow. “be nIce!!” Lilith, the Sylph, admonished, before turning back to her moirail. “what’s the matter??” “okey doke, here’s the thing,” the Knight said. With a flick of their hands, a small figure appeared on the table, bearing a smug smile and a toga. Lilith leaned in to inspect the figure. “Caesar?” “no i think that is the chicken man,” Summer, aka the Rogue of Void, said solemnly. “Don’t be ridiculous,” the Mage admonished. “{summer has a p(o)int. he greatly resembles the chicken man,}” Wisria, the Heir of Space, said. “I don’t know who that is,” Evelit mumbled. “haha!! smartie Doesnt know something!!” Summer crowed. “Fuck off.” “can we get back on track?” the Knight demanded. 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The people adored his message, his speeches were on point as always, and just as he’d thought, those so-called Creators were either not real or too detached to do anything about it. “yo.” Chad glanced over to see four unassuming troll youngsters. He had to stifle a chuckle—three of them had their arms crossed and one was leaning her elbow on another, the very picture of teenage skepticism. Regardless, he would convince them. He was very convincing. “What can I do for you?” he said, putting on his best smile. He’d never been fond of trolls, but more followers were always needed. “A little birdie t+ld me y+u’re playing at g+dh++d,” one said, moving forward. Her red skirt swirled around her feet. Chad idly wondered how she avoided tripping. “I’m not playing, my dear, I am a god. A better god, in tune with the people, not sequestered in my tower all the time like some ‘gods’.” “okay but like heres the thing” one girl said, stepping forward. Chad wondered what caste these trolls were-none of them had a sign, and the dark blue of this girl’s shirt didn’t point to one specific caste. “the gods r literally always out n about u just gotta LOOK DuDe” Chad scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. If the gods are so active, why haven’t we seen them in action recently?” “maybe you haven’t,” the jadeblood (you could tell by the scarf) girl muttered. Something clicked in Chad’s head. “Ah. You’re going to try to prove you are the gods.” “well, he caught on...decently fast,” the jadeblood said to her comrades. “so how we gonna play this?” the blue shirted one said. Chad felt a sting of mild irritation that they were ignoring him in favor of keeping up the “gods” facade. “okay, here’-S my idea. i -Shank him, and lilith heal-S the wound,” the one who hadn’t spoken before said. They pulled a knife from their yellow coat and twirled it easily in their hand. Lilith (presumably) gently whacked them on the arm. “don’t be sIlly! we‘re under some sort of oath not to harm mortals, aren’t we?” “no,” the other one grumbled, “but fine, i gue-S-S.” “I c+uld d+ the timey thing,” the one with the red dress suggested. There was a chime and she looked down. “Ah. N+pe. Evelit says bad idea. Damn.” Chad couldn’t deny a stirring of fear in his chest, but he pushed it down. “If you are the gods, then which ones are you?” “fuck yes!!” Lilith cheered. “transformatIon sequence tIme!!” “Yes,” Red Skirt Girl said. “HELL ye-S,” Knife Kid said. “hell fuckin yes” Blue Shirt said. “Can I g+ first?” Red Skirt Girl said. “I’ve been practicing.” Everyone nodded, so she took a breath in and began to twirl. The edges of her skirt flew up, revealing striped green stockings, which quickly became a blue as she spun faster and faster until- A glittery green shoe clicked hard against the pavement and the girl stopped, beaming with pride. Her skirt settled around her, shorter and fluffier now, her sleeves longer and— The Timecrest emblazoned proudly on the front. “The Wild One,” Chad whispered, unable to keep a hint of reverence from his tone. The Goddess of Tune did a very silly bow. “In the flesh.” “me neXt!!” Blue Shirt cried, clapping her hands. She closed her eyes and- Chad couldn’t quite describe it. She seemed to almost fold in on herself, imploding, but before she could implode all the way, she was back, suddenly, fully formed. She was still wearing the oversized blue shirt and black leggings, but now she had fingerless gloves, a domino mask, boots, and most importantly, the Voidcrest on her shirt. “The R-g-e of ——“ Chad said. Or, well, not really said so much as half-choked. The Rogue grinned. “Someone knows their history!” “So you’re-“ Chad turned to the other two. The jadeblood girl simply flicked her hands and the scarf transformed into flowing ribbons, the dress lengthened, and the Lifecrest bloomed into existence, along with several flowers springing up around her feet. “I thInk some people call me the Goddess of UprIsIng, whIch Is great, don’t you thInk?” The one remaining had apparently already changed, into the glowing golden cape and matching shirt and pants of.. “The Speaker of Truths,” Chad said. “Bingo bongo,” the Knight deadpanned. Chad took a deep breath in. No matter. He was still the better god, even alone. He had something they didn’t! “Well, regardless of your flashy transformation sequences, you are out of touch,” Chad declared. “The people have forgotten you, and a new god—a better, friendlier god—is here.” “woooow,” the Rogue drawled. “i cant even...ive seen stupiD, but this is something else.” “can i plea-Se ju-St -Shank him?” the Knight said, twirling their knife. The Sylph gently patted their cheek. “shoooosh.” “can we call in a solar eclipse now?” the Rogue said, but the Witch shook her head. “It w+n’t d+ any g++d. This is a matter +f rhetoric.” “OH!!” the Sylph said suddenly. “I’ve got an Idea!” She turned to Chad. “when’s your next sermon?” Chad checked the time. “A few minutes, actually.” “great! we’re comIng,” the Sylph said, and shoved past him, dragging the Knight along. Chad, confused, followed. When he arrived on stage, a crowd was already gathered, expectant. The gods stood off to one side, leaving the microphone available. Chad stepped up, tapped it a couple times, and told himself his mantra in his head. You are powerful. You are mighty. You are open. You are a god. “Helllooo, my people!” “our people,” a clear, commanding voice cut in. Everyone turned, and when they saw the gods, gasps and whispers broke out. “is it gonna b a rap off” the Rogue stage-whispered to the Knight. “nah,” the Knight said back. “i think i get what -Sylphie’-S plan i-S.” The Sylph started to walk towards the podium, and her friends followed, creating a strange little parade. “um. hello,” the Sylph said into the microphone, and the whispers increased. “thIs man claIms we have abandoned you, that we are out of touch. he lIes. we are among you, always, and not even fIguratIvely. who here has been to a protest recently that turned sour?” A few people raised their hands. The Sylph nodded, pointing at one of them. “you. protest for goldblood psIonIc headache medIcatIon to be legalIzed? there were a bunch of sonIc blasts, but somehow no one got burned. that was me helpIng. best of luck, btw.” “you, the one with the nice jacket,” the Knight said, and the people quieted, because the Speaker of Truths would not lie to them. “i told your mom -She had to get you vaccinated. did -She?” “Y-Yeah,” the kid said, looking shocked and maybe a little overwhelmed at having this attention put on them. “She did.” The Knight nodded, satisfied. “Y+u,” the Witch said, pointing at a young woman. “We fucked +nce. Last week, actually. Call me?” “okay, well, that Isn’t the best example-“ the Sylph said. “we went 2 a rave together!!” the Rogue said, pointing at yet another startled face. “wait, u 2? aw fuck man. i cant believe uve done this.” “-So, we gonna -Smite the-Se dork-S?” the Knight, and the crowd all backed up a bit. Chad, for his part, was eyeing the mic as if weighing the chances of being able to grab it back vs the chances of the Knight “shanking” him. “nah, they’re good,” the Sylph said. “just needed a lIttle remInder of theIr real gods, I thInk.” “sure we shoulDnt try 2 push that reminDer a bit?” the Rogue said hopefully. The Sylph smiled. “Already texting Wisria,” the Witch said. The Rogue stepped forward and raised their hands dramatically. “citizens! in the interest of fairness, we will allow this chaD here 2 give a lil Demo of his talents.” Chad stepped forward, looking like a man who had just seen his own death and was not at all pleased with the indignity of it. “Yes. Ahem...observe!” He pulled an apple from thin air, spun it around with a flourish, and then tapped it, It instantly aged and became a wrinkled and gray mush. “Cute,” the Witch said. The Rogue nodded. “one of urs. alright, y’all got the flashy anD non fatal powers. take it away!” The Sylph seemingly spontaneously grew a pair of jade wings and fluttered over the heads of the crowd. With a hum, she perched on a tree and gestured to the Witch, who sprouted matching wings of her own and joined her. Together, the two managed to age a small tree to the point where it’s shadow fell upon the whole gathering (considerably grown by now), and then to the point where it died. The Sylph then casually regrew all its limbs, and the two leapt down from their now considerably heightened perch. “Alright, our turn,” the Knight said, and right on cue, the sun went out. There were several gasps and a few shrieks, but everyone fell silent when the glowing Crests of the gods appeared in the sky, bright enough almost to replace the sun. Then they faded, the sun reappeared, and the gods took a bow in the style of stage plays. “learned your lesson, dearIe??” the Sylph said to Chad as the Rogue shoved him in front of the mic. Chad looked down at his feet, not meeting the eyes of what had once been his congregation. “I...I am not a god.” “damn right,” the Knight said. “alrighty, peace out y’all.” “stay safe!!” the Sylph cried. “keep an eye out 4 us,” the Rogue said with a wink. “Call me!” the Witch said, pointing again at the young woman in the crowd she had singled out before. And the four ascended away, pleased with a job well done.

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