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In a low poly dawn, where triangles bloom, Emerald forests dance in geometric tune, Sunbeams flicker like shards of delight, As vibrant petals unfurl in a pixelated light. Joy bursts forth in facets and shades, Nature’s pure laughter, in blocky parades.

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Sterling Silver Natural Ruby, Sapphire & Emerald Cross Pendant 2.25” x 1.25”

This exquisite cross pendant, measuring 2.25” x 1.25”, is crafted from sterling silver and adorned with a stunning array of natural rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. The vibrant colors of the stones create a captivating visual appeal, making it a perfect accessory for both everyday wear and special occasions. Its intricate design and high-quality materials ensure durability and elegance, making it a meaningful gift or a cherished addition to any jewelry collection.

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Today's Specimen: Morganite

Morganite is a gemstone variety of beryl, and can be found in pink or orange shades. The bright pink morganite popularized by consumers is almost always heat treated to be more vibrant, while natural peachy shades are more sought after by collectors. Morganite can be found in Afghanistan, Brazil, the USA, Madegascar, Namibia, and Mozambique. Morganite tends to lack fractures or inclusions, making it extremely durable for jewelry use. Morganite is one of the rarest beryl specimens, second to red beryl. It is known to be the second most popular non-diamond gem to be faceted in jewelry, just after sapphire. A single carat of morganite can cost between $200-$300 USD. Fun fact: The largest morganite specimen ever found is nicknamed "The Rose of Maine", found in the Bennett Quarry in Buckfield, Maine (USA) weighs over 23kg (approx. 50lbs)! It was discovered in 1989 and was about 23cm (9in) by 30cm (12in). Alternate names for morganite include: Pink Beryl, Caesian Beryl, Rose Beryl, and Pink Emerald.

Stay tuned for another rock talk!

[boymanmaletheshequel]

Symbolism of Artemis

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The twin sister to Apollo/Apollon, daughter of Leto, Artemis is the sacred goddess of virginity, hunting, foraging, feminism, childhood, and the forest, as well as the lady of the moon and the hearth. A goddess known for her fierce mood swings, strict and convicting chastity, and disdain of traditional and toxic masculinity and human perversion, She is among the three virgin goddesses of Hellenic mythology. She was known to take the appearance of animals, such as boars and deer, often favoring them to her human form, which she almost only ever utilized while hunting or bathing in her sanctuary. Although she is inclined to women, she loves all her followers, including her non binary and male followers such as myself. Let’s go over some of her sacred symbolism:

🌈 colors

* In Hellenic Mythos, Artemis is a goddess of the forest and the woods, as well as a generally nature bound goddess, often depicted wearing or represented by shades of green, brown, and muted blues, all colors often associated with the woods and the earth.

🌸 flowers

* red amaranth: known by its taxonomic name of amarantos, Amaranths are the most commonly associated flower with lady Artemis, seen as a symbol of the immorality and violence of nature, as well as their relation to her name in Latin, meaning “unfading” representing her chaste virginity.

* red Carnation: another major flower iconic of Artemis is the carnation, as in Hellenic mythology, it is said that red carnations sprouted from the ground after she gouged out the eyes of a Shepherd who had dared to gaze upon her naked while she was bathing.

🦌 animals

* Stag/Deer: arguably the most well known animal associated with Artemis, and a creature she was known to assume the form of commonly, is the deer. It is said that some epithets of lady Artemis displayed great horns or antlers upon her head. Deer and their venison were also a major source of hunted food in Ancient Greece amongst the civil class.

* Boar: often associated with Artemis’s animalistic fits of rage, boars are one of her more sacred animals, often seen as a facet of her more violent tendencies. They were also an animal she loved to hunt.

* Bear: in the story of Callisto, a faithful devotee of Artemis who had promised her chastity to her, Callisto is seduced by zeus who causes her to break her chaste, infuriating Artemis who turns her to a bear and cast her into the woods. Later, in a plot by her own son to murder her, Zeus had mercy on them both and cast them amongst the constellations as Callisto to Ursa Major (great bear), and her son to Ursa Minor, (little bear).

💎 Gemstones

* emerald: The beautiful green hues of emerald are iconic of natures infatuation and affinity for the color, and as a goddess of nature incarnate, it is therefore often associated as the primary gemstone or crystal associated with lady Artemis.

* Moss agate: Named for its intricate dendrites that mimic the appearance of wild mosses, moss agate is a stone of nature and mystery, both aspects often referred to Artemis by. This makes it an easy, affordable choice of a stone to dedicate to and associate her with, especially for pagan wishes who may wish to decorate an altar for her!

* Moonstone: The stone of the moon, known for its Labradoresence and beautiful muted tones, it makes since that a stone named for the moon would be heavily associated with Artemis. It is also one of the stones associated with Virgo, the astral sign most widely connected to lady Artemis. (I too am a Virgo!)

🪐 Planets:

* The moon: Artemis is the patron saint of the earths moon, known for her affinity for her sacred night hunts, and has long inspired stories of lunar exploration. In fact, in 2017, NASA began work on the Artemis program, a plan to construct and launch a space shuttle that is to be used to land on the moon, delivering the first female astronaut ever to its surface!, and mark the first time a human being has set foot on the moon since 1972 when it lands there in 2026

🌟 Astrology

* Virgo and Cancer: Artemis, a goddess associated with various characteristics, is most often associated with two signs in traditional astrology, the first is Virgo, due to her inherent connections to the earth and virginity, and the second is cancer, due to her connections to the moon and her unique independence in Olympian society.

🏹 other iconography

* Bow and Arrow. Ever since I was a little one, I LOVED the idea and character of katniss Everdeen of the hunger games universe, and I would go into the woods and create my own bow and arrows, and set up targets to shoot! I now realize that’s one of the many reasons why I’ve always been drawn to Artemis! She is the ultimate expert with the bow and arrow, her sacred symbol and weapon of hunting.

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What things or moments so you associate with lady Artemis? She is one of the many more intimidating goddesses I’ve come to adore, but as the first god I ever worshipped after leaving Christianity, I’ve found her more forgiving and patient than one might expect!

[the-mortuary-witch]

APHRODITE

WHO IS SHE?

Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love, beauty, war, desire, and fertility. She is often depicted as a powerful and seductive figure who wields great influence over both mortals and gods. She is believed to have power over all aspects of love and desire, including physical beauty, sexual attraction, and romantic love.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: Aphrodite is often depicted as a beautiful and seductive woman, with flowing golden hair and captivating grey or blue eyes. She is often shown wearing a chiton, a long, flowing garment in a light, sheer material, with a belt around the waist. Often, she is accompanied by the winged god Eros, or Cupid, who represents the god of desire, love and erotic desire.

Personality: she is often portrayed as a complex and multi-faceted deity. On one hand, she is a loving and nurturing mother figure, associated with love, fertility, and the natural world. On the other hand, she is often depicted as a powerful and seductive deity, associated with beauty, desire, and pleasure. She is often portrayed as having a powerful and somewhat overwhelming presence.

Symbols: rose, pearl, mirror, girdle, anemone, lettuce, narcissus seashells, scallop shells, Venus, golden apples, the number 5, and mirrors

Goddess of: love, beauty, war, desire, and fertility

Culture: Greek

Plants and trees: apple, linden tree, myrtle, pomegranate, poppies, lettuce, rose, quince, ash, poplar, anemone, artichokes, aloe vera, lemon verbena, dill, thyme, calla lilies, tulips, geraniums, alstroemeria, and hydrangea

Crystals: rose quartz, scallop pearl, diamond, aquamarine, Zambian emerald, agatized coral, ruby fuchsite, rose gold, pigeon’s blood, saltwater pearl, padparadscha sapphire, cultured pearl, triphane, white opal, freshwater pearl, olivine, aurichalcite, cat’s eye, Mozambique garnet, aqualite, Colombian emerald, Burmese ruby, trapiche emerald, mangano calcite, opal royale, akoya pearl, biron emerald, blue kunzite, lepidocrocite, welo opal, gibbsite, African emerald, kimberlite, grandidierite, strawberry quartz, linarite, mayanite, pumpellyite, lemurian jade, thulite, forsterite, green calcite, tremolite, spodumene, marble, rutilated quartz, emerald, pearl, cinnabar, dolomite, clinochlore, chrysocolla, azurite, peridot, kyanite, dumortierite, pink opal, apophyllite, and chrysoprase. (A lot of beautiful crystals for a beautiful Goddess).

Animals: butterflies, swans, dolphins, geese, doves, sparrows, bees, goats, hares, cats, hummingbirds, unicorns, and horses

Incense: rose, myrrh, vanilla, cinnamon, jasmine, ginger, cherry blossom, and lavender

Practices: love magick, setting boundaries, healing (especially from relationship), self-love, empowerment, insight, embodying the divine feminine, and beauty magick

Colours: red, pink, baby blue, sea foam, aqua, violet, silver, and light blue

Number: 5

Zodiac: Libra

Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, The Star, and The Suit of Cups

Planet: Venus

Days: Friday, Ostara, Lupercalia, and Aphrodisia (the third week in July to the third week of August).

Parents: Zeus, Dione, and/or Uranus

Siblings: Hephaestus, Ares, Athena, Artemis, Apollo, Hermes, Dionysus and Persephone (she only had half siblings)

Partner: Hephaestus, Anchises, Adonis, Ares, Eurydome, Hermes, Poseidon, Dionysus, and many other lovers

Children: Eros, Himeros, Pothos, Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia, Anteros, Rhodos, Eryx, Peitho, Rhodos, The Graces (Charities), Beroe, Golgos, Priapus, and Hermaphroditus

MISC:

Doves: Aphrodite is associated with doves because of her role as the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and fertility. Doves were considered to be symbols of love, purity, and peace in Greek mythology, and were often used by Aphrodite to express her message of love and desire. In some myths, Aphrodite is said to have a chariot drawn by doves, which are her sacred birds. Additionally, doves were often used in the rituals and celebrations dedicated to Aphrodite, and were sacrificed to her in order to gain her favour.

Love and beauty: she is associated with love and beauty because she is the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and fertility. In Greek mythology, she is said to have been born from the foam of the sea, and is often depicted as the most beautiful of all the gods. She is also said to possess the ability to cause both men and gods to fall in love with her. Aphrodite is known for her power over romantic love and her ability to inspire desire and attraction in others. She is also considered to be the embodiment of physical beauty and grace.

War: in Greek mythology, Aphrodite is not directly associated with war like her Roman counterpart, Venus. However, she is associated with war in the sense that she can bring chaos and strife to the battlefield. Aphrodite is known for her ability to cause discord and strife among mortals, particularly when it comes to love and relationships. She is also considered to be the goddess of sexual love and desire, which can sometimes lead to conflict and war. In some myths, she is also said to have incited the Trojan War by causing Paris to choose her as the most beautiful goddess, which ultimately led to the war.

The sea: Aphrodite is associated with the sea because, in Greek mythology, she was said to have been born from the foam of the sea. According to the myth, she was formed from the foam that was created when the severed genitals of the sky god Uranus were cast into the sea by his son Cronus. Additionally, the ocean is often associated with femininity, and Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love, beauty, and femininity. As such, the sea represents a source of life, fertility, and sexuality, which are all themes closely associated with Aphrodite.

Rose quartz: this crystal is associated with Aphrodite due to its associations with love and emotional wellbeing. In ancient cultures, rose quartz was believed to hold the energy of the goddess Aphrodite and was used as a tool for attracting love, harmony and inner peace. The pink colour of the stone was also said to represent the love and femininity of Aphrodite. Additionally, it was believed that the stone had the power to open the heart and encourage feelings of love, compassion and emotional healing, which are all qualities associated with Aphrodite and her powers over love and emotion.

Friday: in some traditions, Friday is considered to be sacred to Aphrodite because it is believed to be the day of the week ruled by the planet Venus. In Greco-Roman mythology, Venus is the Roman equivalent of the Greek Aphrodite and is known as the goddess of love and beauty. Additionally, Friday is also associated with the planet Venus because the Romans named the planet after the goddess of love, who was the Roman counterpart of Aphrodite.

FACTS ABOUT APHRODITE:

She is widely worshipped as a goddess of the sea and of seafaring.

Aphrodite was born off the coast of Cythera from the genitals of Uranus.

She is known as the Lady of Cythera, the Lady of Cyprus because of her birth story.

Like every Greek Olympic god, Aphrodite was also immortal and powerful.

She is often depicted as the Greek equivalent of the Roman goddess, Venus.

Aphrodite is one of the goddesses that reside in Mount Olympus.

She did not take rejection well.

Supported the Trojans during the Trojan War.

Aphrodite’s magical girdle or belt also served as her weapon.

The statue of Venus de Milo is said to depict the goddess Aphrodite.

Her name originated from the word sea-foam.

Like her siblings, Aphrodite also indulged in incestuous relationships.

Aphrodite is depicted as perfectly symmetrical.

The temple of Aphrodite is famous for its alleged temple of prostitution.

Aphrodite is often depicted as nude and desirable.

There is a flower named after the Greek goddess Aphrodite (Calycanthus Aphrodite).

There are more artworks for Aphrodite than any other classic mythology figure.

Many Olympian goddesses have been jealous of Aphrodite.

Aphrodite was considered greatly generous to those who worshipped her.

She has no known children with her husband, Hephaestus.

Pomegranates were also once associated with Aphrodite.

In some texts, Aphrodite is depicted as a blonde or redhead.

She really likes lacy and frilly things, fairies, pastel colours, music boxes, classical music, songs from the 50s and 60s, and ballet.

Aphrodite is said to have been born from the foam of the sea and was considered to be the most beautiful of all the gods and goddesses.

She was known for her love of luxury and fine things, and was often depicted surrounded by a lavish entourage of nymphs and gods.

She was associated with the arts of music, poetry, and beauty, and was believed to be the patron goddess of artists and artisans.

Aphrodite is often called "The foam-born" because she is believed to have emerged from the foam of the sea after Cronus castrated Uranus.

In Greek mythology, Aphrodite was married to Hephaestus, the god of fire and smithing, but she often had affairs with other Gods, such as Ares, the god of war.

She is often depicted with the winged God Eros, or Cupid, as her companion or son.

She had many lovers, including the mortal prince, Adonis, who died because of their relationship.

She represented the sensual aspects of love, including passion, desire, sexuality, and eroticism.

She had many temples dedicated to her throughout the ancient world, including at Aphrodisia in Athens and Pompeii.

She was sometimes depicted as a warrior goddess, associated with the battlefield and conflict.

HOW TO INVOKE APHRODITE:

To work with Aphrodite, you can engage in activities that reflect her attributes and values. Here are some suggestions:

Create a beautiful altar or shrine to honour her, adorned with symbols of love, beauty and sensuality, such as flowers, mirrors, perfume, and jewelry, etc. 

Offer prayers, offerings, or libations to her in her honour. This can include burning incense, offering wine, flowers, or other gifts that are meaningful to you.

Engaging in acts of self-care and self-love, such as taking care of your physical appearance and nurturing your relationships with others.

PRAYER FOR APHRODITE:

Dear Aphrodite, great and lovely goddess of love and beauty, I come before you today to honour and worship you. Thank you for the many gifts and blessings you have bestowed upon me. Please grant me the power to love and be loved, to find joy and beauty in all aspects of my life.

May your grace and presence always be a source of comfort and inspiration for me. Hail Aphrodite, hail the goddess of love.

SIGNS THAT APHRODITE IS CALLING YOU:

• Notice an increased sense of beauty and love in your life.

• Are drawn to her symbols, such as roses, shells, or swans.

• Feeling a strong connection to her myths and stories.

• You notice a surge in your own power of attraction or beauty.

• Noticing feelings of passion and desire when you think about her.

• You have dreams or visions related to her.

• Increased occurrences of the colour pink in your life. 

• An attraction to love, beauty, and romance in all their forms.

• Feelings of intense love or desire, or a heightened sense of sensual energy.

• Encounters with doves, swans, or dolphins.

• A strong feeling of being drawn to or inspired by the goddess Aphrodite.

OFFERINGS:

• Roses.

• Sweets, candy, and desserts (she loves chocolate).

• Jewelry.

• Natural honey.

• Beauty products.

• Seashells.

• Cinnamon.

• Intimate acts.

• Art and music.

• Mirrors.

• Rose quartz.

• Scallop shells, conch shells, sea shells - just shells.

• Poetry.

• Myrtle.

• Anemone.

• Poppies.

• Abandoned beehives.

• Dead bees (make sure they died of natural causes, please don’t kill bees).

• Something you created (could be drawings, poems, knitted decoration, whatever you did while thinking of her).

• Fire.

• Bread.

• Something someone else created (always ask for permission to use someone else’s art and don’t ever make it pass as your own, She’s not stupid, and will be pissed if you do).

• Olive oil.

• Statues of her or anything She’s related to, as stated above.

• White feathers/dove feathers.

• Pearls of any colour.

• Lingerie.

• Sex toys.

• Fish scales.

• Sea water.

• Wine or champagne.

• Nuts.

• Aphrodisiac scents/foods.

• Silk.

• Beach sand.

• Starfish (grab a dead one from the beach, don’t buy one because they usually take living starfish and kill them to sell it as decor or souvenirs).

• Coffee beans or ground coffee.

• Fruits like strawberries, apples, pomegranates, cherries, or grapes.

• Shellfish.

• Vanilla or cinnamon sticks.

• Cat whiskers (please don’t cut a kitty’s precious whiskers, wait for them to shed naturally - look for them mostly during Summer and on the places your cats spend most of their time).

• Lettuce.

• Himalayan salt.

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

• Experimenting with makeup.

• Wear cozy/comfy clothes.

• Listen to music that makes you feel empowered.

• Sing along to your favourite songs.

• Give little gifts to your friends.

• Go for an evening walk.

• Sleep in when you can.

• Clean your room and let some fresh air in.

• Drink tea with honey.

• Visit the ocean or find some ways to be connected to it (sea salt, seashells, etc.)

• Write a letter to your future self or one to her.

• Go to a store and try on some new clothing styles.

• Leave positive notes in random places.

• Change your look every once in a while.

• Treat a friend to some drinks/dinner.

• Don’t limit yourself and your style because of stereotypes.

• Support small businesses.

• Take a day off and do whatever you want.

• Watch some cute animal videos.

• Visit a garden.

• Go on a picnic.

• Stand up for those who need it.

• Buy yourself some flowers.

• Be there for your friends.

• Eat those extra sweets.

• Wear more makeup/jewelry if it makes you feel nice.

• Compliment people more.

• Try out some new face masks.

• Take more selfies and pictures (by yourself and with friends).

• Enjoying floral scented things.

• Going see a movie by yourself.

• Practicing loving yourself.

• Sexually please yourself/explore and know your body.

• Make love/have sex.

• Create a playlist with songs that remind you of her.

• Baking her something sweet.

• Become a beekeeper / help local beekeepers.

[say-hwaet]

That's the Way it Is

Chapter 23: The Art of Temperance Next Chapter: Twenty four Summary: After that misadventure with the ferocious lion, Arthur and you talk about your future once you leave the gang. And Arthur tries to deal with his personal struggle to resist temptation (meaning you and your wiles). Warnings: Mature themes, language, spice, MDNI Word Count: ~6,500

“Best I can give you is fifty,” Seamus tells Arthur with crossed arms. “It’s a pretty color, but it ain’t a genuine emerald.”

Arthur grumbles to himself. He had hoped that wasn’t the case, but deep down he knew better. “I thought as much.” He tosses it in the air and catches it. “But it ain’t any use to me just sittin’ in my pocket.” He sets the piece of glass on the table. “Deal.”

Seamus takes the emerald and replaces it with a handful of bills totaling fifty dollars. Arthur is quick to tuck it away. Looking over him, Seamus stares at something. “You know her?”

Arthur looks over his shoulder and sees that Seamus means you. You’ve been sitting astride Odliv, waiting patiently for Arthur to finish his business. “What’s it to you?” Arthur asks assertively. He can’t help himself. Any man who shows a slight interest in you is going to be questioned. 

Seamus shrugs his shoulders. “Never thought you worked with women.”

Arthur narrows his gaze, feeling himself bristle. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Seamus takes a quick step back. “Nothin’, just seen her come by the fence by herself. Bought some moonshine and a knife off me.”

Arthur feels it best to lay it down right now, to avoid issues. “That’s the missus.”

The blacksmith blinks, eyes wide. “Oh. I feel sorry for her.”

Arthur doesn’t appreciate that reply, lowering his voice just a bit. He’s always had an off feeling about this man, and his comment doesn’t improve that opinion. “You’re on thin ice here, Seamus.”

“Don’t get all mad on me, Arthur, I just never took you for—”

Arthur swats the air at his words as he turns to leave. “Just shut up…”

As he strides back to you, his steps are measured, and confident. It’s second nature to be intimidating and while it is such, the words you spoke to him repeat over and over in his head.

…instead of both sides fighting, you can be both. You are all those things, all at once.

Both at once. It wasn’t too long ago that he believed that he couldn’t be two people at once. Maybe that is still true, but what isn’t is that he can’t be more than just a man with a gun. He’s multidimensional. Multi-faceted. He is more than just what Dutch has used him for. He is more than what everyone has made him out to be.

Perhaps, he doesn’t know himself, like you said.

He reaches you and you meet his eyes with a soft smile. His heart skips a beat, reminded of the myriad facets of his own nature reflected in your gaze. Your smile, so full of understanding and warmth, seems to guide him to a stillness he's seldom known. “He acted like he knew you.”

Arthur nods. “We…erm…Hosea and I did him a favor.”

You lean forward, resting your arms on the saddle horn. “And made some money, I take it?”

Arthur nods again. “Stole a stagecoach.”

You lift a brow and smirk. “Impressive.” He sees you lift your gaze and scan the scene behind him and as you turn to the left, you suddenly pause and sit up straight. “Arthur, look…” You point and he turns around.

In a small paddock, beside the barn where Seamus works, is a lone mule, minding his own business. Arthur can take a wild guess as to why that has your attention, but he humors you in asking. “Okay…?”

“It’s a mule, Arthur.”

“I know what he is, Kit. What I don’t know is why it matters?”

You begin to dismount Odliv. “Because whoever owns it might be interested in another one!”

Arthur watches you brush dirt off of your skirt and saunter over to Seamus who is still eyeing the piece of glass he just bought off of Arthur. Arthur, sighing, follows behind you, curious to see how this plays out.

“Excuse me,” you begin and you point in the direction of the paddock. “Who owns that mule?”

Seamus eyes Arthur and then you, a little nervous from Arthur’s last warning. “My boss does. Why?”

You rest a hand on your hip. “Would he be interested in another mule?”

Seamus squints at you, then back at Arthur who's standing a few paces behind with his arms crossed, looking none too pleased about the new line of conversation. "Might be," Seamus replies slowly, rubbing his stubbled chin. "Depends on the quality of the beast."

Arthur can see the gears turning in your mind, already either spinning a yarn or eager to strike a deal. He decides to remain quiet. In situations when he’s either paired with you or Hosea, he always takes a step back from doing the talking.

You beam at Seamus, the idea clearly forming as quickly as a summer storm. "Well, I can assure you she’s a fine beast. Docile but sturdy, won't give you any trouble."

Seamus looks intrigued but skeptical. "And where did this mule come from?”

Arthur chortles at that. “You, of all people, care to ask that question?”

You turn back to Arthur, your eyes flashing at him for a split second. Let me handle this, you are saying. And so, he keeps his mouth shut.

You turn back to Seamus. “From someone less deserving,” you answer plainly. “We rescued her.”

Seamus nods slowly, his curiosity piqued. "Rescued, huh? Well, ain’t that a noble deed." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, glancing between you and Arthur. "I reckon I could talk to my boss about it. What are y’all asking for her?"

Money. Well, that is music to Arthur’s ears. And just as he’s about to open his mouth, you cut him off by saying—

“Nothing. She’s for free.”

Arthur’s eyes widen. Free? There’s no way that he heard that correctly.

Seamus, too, looks taken aback for a moment, his eyebrows shooting up towards his messy comb-over. "For free?" he echoes, skepticism lining his voice. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," you respond, your tone sincere but firm. “We just need to ensure she goes to a good home.”

Arthur doesn’t want to be caught arguing over the price of the mule in front of Seamus. And it isn’t that he’s a stranger to a kind deed, it is simply that you and him are in need of funds if you are to escape the gang and Dutch’s future plans. If you both continue finding work and doing it for free, you will be no farther than where you started.

And your days with the gang are numbered.

Arthur watches Seamus as he thinks about it. He hopes that Seamus will still offer an amount, but that hope is as fleeting as it is faint. Seamus gives a slow, appreciative nod, his initial skepticism melting into something resembling respect.

"Y'know," Seamus starts, scratching the back of his neck, "it's rare to find folks in these parts willing to put a good turnover profit. I'll make sure she gets the best care.”

You nod thankfully. “I appreciate that.” You turn to look at Arthur and he can tell that you are aware of his reservations. Still, the smile remains on your face. “I will bring her over.” And you brush past him and walk back over to the mule.

Arthur follows your movements with a gaze that holds both admiration and concern. His hands find themselves buried in his jacket pockets, fingers rubbing against the cold coins there—an act that could either calm or inflame his mind, considering the circumstances.

Once you’ve brought the mule over, Seamus takes hold of the lead, giving her a soft pat. “Very nice.” And with that, he takes her toward the paddock, waving you both off. “So long!”

You put your hands on your hips and exhale, still smiling. Once Seamus is at a good distance, you turn your head and look at Arthur. “I know what you’re thinking,” you say matter-of-factly. “But it didn’t feel right selling her. That wasn’t the purpose for giving her away.”

Arthur's frown deepens, a shadow crossing his features as he considers your words. "I get it, Kit," he says finally, the gruffness in his voice softened by an undercurrent of affection. "But we can't keep doin' this. We've got plans, remember? And those plans need money. It ain’t like I would have asked for much.”

“How much money do you have?”

Arthur blinks. “What?”

You repeat yourself, slower this time. “How. Much. Money. Do. You. Have?”

He has about a thousand, but he isn’t about to say it out loud. And even though he only had thirty dollars the last time you both tried to leave, there was the prospect of what you could gain from the ferry job. This time, he doesn't have that. “We need more than what I have,” he says instead. “The money from the jewels and cash we got from the Grand Korrigan helped, but not enough.”

“I have five hundred,” you answer. “From the bank in Valentine.” Your gaze is intent on his, unflinching, unapologetic. “That could buy land somewhere.”

Arthur snorts. “Yeah, a patch of dirt.”

You frown, your brow furrowing. “That isn’t true, Arthur. There’s got to be some land halfway decent that we could get with that.”

He shakes his head. "Kit, you know it's more complicated than that. Land ain't worth nothin' without the means to keep it. What about a house? Livestock? Seeds for plantin’? We'd be starvin' by winter."

You cross your arms, a determined glint in your hazel eyes. “It isn’t just us who’s leaving. John will have money, too.”

Arthur begins to feel nervous, having this conversation so close to where others can hear you. Gently taking you by the arm, he begins to lead you away from Emerald Ranch, towards a lonely tree. “Kit, I want them to come with us, but…” He isn’t sure how he can say this without it coming out wrong, but he’s going to try, anyway. “I want us to have our own life. I don’t want to combine monies with anyone. It will be all ours. Our own place.”

He watches your eyes as they search his face. He can see the heartache, the divide between shared dreams and personal desires suddenly stark and clear. "I understand, Arthur," you reply quietly, the breeze tugging gently at your dark hair. "But we can't just think about ourselves. John's got Abigail and Jack to think of. They're more at risk than we are.”

Arthur nods quickly. “We will help them, I promise.”

You sigh, casting your eyes downward. “How much more money do we need?”

You want numbers. You need absolutes. Arthur understands this, his whole life has been anything but, and for the longest time, he just accepted it, but now, with you, he needs to think differently. "A few thousand at least," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the weight of reality pressing down. "Enough to get a decent spread and some livestock to start with. Maybe a horse or two."

You nod, processing the figures, your mind working through the possibilities, turning each one over like a card in a deck you've learned to shuffle with your nimble circus fingers. "A few thousand," you echo softly. Your eyes lift to meet his, filled with a mixture of resolve and worry. “How can we get that?”

Arthur has some ideas. “I can go bounty huntin’, that seems to bring in some cash.” He then gestures to his satchel. “I also have some treasure maps. Might be worth lookin’ into.” After a moment, he considers another possibility. “I could also rob some—”

“No, Arthur.” Your sharp answer causes him to pause and he sees you slowly shake your head. “I’d rather soon dance for Bronte again than let you go robbing and thieving.” You look up into his eyes and he can see the leaves and earth and moss in them. “If we are going to leave, we need to leave all of it. The sooner we get it in our heads, even before we have actually left, the better.”

He isn’t sure why he feels a sinking feeling in his chest. It frightens him. Your words come up in his mind again. Is he capable of being more than just a thief? Bessie and Hosea tried to leave the life, but they came straight back. There’s no doubt that his father regrets that decision, but Arthur isn’t like Hosea. He tried to leave the life once, and failed. And lost a woman and child as a result.

Could he leave it right now? Cold turkey?

Arthur turns his gaze away, out towards the horizon where the sun begins its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. He wants to be that man for you, the one who leaves his past behind—a cleaner, honest life ahead. He exhales a heavy breath, conflicted down to his very bones.

“Okay, Kitka,” he says with finality. “For you.” Then he sees that smile, the way your lips curl gently at the corners, a subtle sign of hope that lights a spark in his heart. He notices how the fading sunlight catches in your hazel eyes, turning them into pools of warmth that he could lose himself in. "We'll find a way," he continues, his voice firmer now, bolstered by the resolve in your eyes. "We'll just use those maps and hunt some bounties—the right way, legal and honest. No more shortcuts."

You nod, the pressure in your chest easing somewhat with his commitment. “Good. We’ll make a proper plan, figure out our routes, and stick to the territories where the law is less likely to see us. Maybe we can even pay whatever bounties we have left.”

Arthur chuckles. He isn’t going to tell you the price that is currently on his head. “That might have to come later.”

You study him for a moment after doing a double take. He sees the realization in your eyes and you tilt your head. “What had you been up to while I was gone?”

Still not wanting to answer, he takes you by the waist and pulls you toward him. Feeling no resistance from you, he brings you close and you lean your body into his. “Missin’ you,” he answers simply. 

“Smooth talker,” you chide, but he can hear the warmth in your voice. 

“It’s workin’ though, ain’t it?”

You pause before answering. “Maybe.”

“What will get you to say yes?” he asks, though he has a feeling he knows the answer. 

You lean back and look up into his eyes and you tilt your chin up, eyeing his lips. Taking the subtle hint, he brings his face closer to yours, his mouth nearly to its destination. 

But then you speak, the world suddenly pauses and birds hush their singing. “A varmint rifle.”

He freezes and lets out an airy chortle through his nose. You’re such a tease. 

He lets you out of his embrace and pushes down on your hat, seeing the cheeky little smile on your face. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Letting out a laugh, you readjust the hat on your head. “Using my words against me?”

Arthur doesn’t look back at you, tucking his hands in his jacket pockets again, and heads for the horses. “Seems like all’s we got is words, lately,” he grumbles with a tinge of jest. “Can’t even kiss my own wife…”

You snort. “Then what was all that back in the barn? Or at the overflow?”

Arthur reaches Montana and puts his left foot in the stirrup. “Them times don’t count.” And just as he’s about to hoist himself up, he feels your hands come about his shoulders and pull him backwards. He doesn’t have any way to stabilize himself and so falls back and to the ground with a soft thud. 

Letting a chortle escape his lips, he watches you as you get down on the ground, resting your body atop his. “Darlin’, folks could be watchin’,” he says quietly and he tries to get up.  

You place your hand on his chest and push down, the look in your eyes shows a mischief that borders seduction. “Let them,” you say in low tones, and just as soft and as tenderly as you spoke, you press your lips deeply into his. But what was soft turns insistent, your deep inhale audible and he can taste the hunger in your breath. That’s when he feels a warmth flood his abdomen and it spreads lower.

Coming away to breathe, he feels his ears grow warm and he chuckles nervously, remembering how he told you that once. “Usin’ my own words against me, huh?”

You look at him with half-lidded eyes, looking at his lips again. Your smile grows and you press your body deeper into his. “You catch on quick, Mr. Morgan.”

He feels his mind sinking, his body rising. The tantalizing teasing in your gaze as you toy with his emotions, his reactions to your voice alone is pleasure to you, that much is clear. But it is nearing a soft agony for him, as he feels the tightness in his jeans and the thrumming in his head. For someone who was wanting to take a break, you sure don’t act like it. “Woman,” he groans softly. “You best stop that.”

You bite your lower lip, reaching up to remove his hat. He feels an instant coolness from the breeze that blows through his hair. “Why?” you ask innocently and after setting his hat down into the grass, you graze your fingernails through his hair. “Doesn’t this feel nice?”

He quickly closes his eyes tightly shut, curling his toes so hard that the leather of his boots creaks and groans. His mind is on the brink of losing control, teetering between sanity and primal need. In an effort to cease this play, he reaches up, takes your hand, and sends it down to where his burden lies. “That is why,” he growls, watching as realization dawns on your face, turning your cheeks pink. As you meet his gaze once again, he nods with a pinched brow. “What did you think it was gonna do to me?”

That’s when you lift up and look around, now suddenly worried about any onlookers. You turn your neck to look back at him. “Arthur, do you want me to—?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine.”

Instead of his settling you, your brow is pinched in worry. “But you–you’re in pain…”

“That ain’t it, darlin’,” he groans. “It’ll pass.” He just needs to think of something else, not the heat of your body against his, the thought of the rhythm your bodies make, your soft, little panting sounds when you cry out— 

Nope. That just made it worse. Stop it, Arthur, stop it! 

You gasp, your hand still where he put it. He motions to get up and you quickly move out of his way as he rolls away from you and gets to his feet. 

“Arthur…” you say softly, your voice no longer carrying a seductive air. “Just because I am resting, doesn’t mean you have to…”

The implication of your words makes him nearly lose his footing, but he pushes onward, reaching Montana’s saddle. He grips the saddle horn with a vice-like grip and pulls himself up onto Montana’s back. He feels clammy and hot, trying to focus before he rides. 

Arthur looks down at you from atop his horse, the lines on his face deepening with a mix of frustration and desperation. He tries to smile, to reassure you, but it comes out strained. "Ain't no rest for the wicked," he mutters, readjusting his grip on the reins. “I’ll meet you in Valentine, alright?” 

You shake your head, hurrying to mount Odliv. “Arthur, no.”

But he doesn’t wait for you, and gallops off.

The movement as he rides in the saddle does little to soothe his ache, but he needs to find a quiet place to be alone, somewhere that he can get you out of his mind for now. It may be ridiculous, but it is clear to Arthur that you are still adjusting to this new part of your relationship. You are more confident, that is true, but you are still at a different place than him. His drive exceeds that of your own.

He doesn’t want to push you, knowing well enough that patience is part of this tangled dance you two are wrapped in. But the distance between his wants and his respect for your pace gnaws at him like a hungry dog.

Riding for a short while, he comes to the worn-down shack where he had met up with John, Sean, and Charles before robbing the train all those months ago. 

He quickly dismounts, and lets his mind go back to that day, when Sean was getting cocky, practicing his shooting with some glass bottles.

He was like an annoying little brother. Hosea would always say that Sean was a bit like Arthur when he was younger, though he may disagree. Arthur wasn’t impulsive. Brash and cocky, maybe, but he was also more reserved in who he talked to and with whom he spent his time.

Sean, still young and full of life. He had his whole life ahead of him. The sadness he feels does good to calm his thumping heart, and he takes deep breaths, feeling his body relax and the tightness in his jeans lessens.

He exhales and goes to sit down against the trunk of a tree.

Looking down into the grassy hills that look like frozen waves, he thinks about your plans to leave. He wonders that, maybe, when you both go, it will inspire others to follow? Would Sean, Jenny, Mac, and Davey come too, if they were given the chance? Surely, everyone else that remains can see the writing on the wall. They must see the dangers that you are all in. Dutch is not who Arthur thought he was. He’s power-hungry, and enough is never enough.

He knows that when he leaves, and takes you and the Marstons with him, he can’t look back.

Ever again.

***

Finally calm and his libido lowered, Arthur mounts Montana and rides to Valentine, where he hopes to find you there. As he rides passed the train station, he can see that not much has changed since he was last here. People don’t seem to recognize him right away, much to his relief, as the shootout didn’t leave many survivors, aside from bystanders and a few lawmen. Cornwall undoubtedly still has his mark, with the oil fields not too far away.

As he nears the gun store, he can see Odliv and Večer tied to the hitching posts across the street. You are nowhere in sight, so you must be inside. Riding Montana up next to Odliv, he dismounts, ties the reins in a loose not and turns around to walk to the gun store.

Upon reaching the door of the store, Arthur pauses, his hand hovering for a second over the door knob. The thought of seeing you again, after the chaos and the recent battle of willpower twists something deep in his gut. He swallows hard, fortifying himself with a breath that feels like it drags across his insides like sandpaper, and grips the door knob to let himself in.

As his eyes adjust to the light, he sees you at the front counter, your back toward him as you make light conversation with the gunsmith.

At the sound of his entrance, the gunsmith looks up and smiles at Arthur. “I’ll be with you in a moment, sir.”

Arthur nods politely and watches as you turn to look over your shoulder. Once your eyes meet, he sees the recognition in your eyes and a shade of concern in them. Arthur forces a smile and when you return his expression, he walks up to you.

The gunsmith speaks again. “Sir, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to—”

You cut him off. “That’s alright, we’re together.”

The gunsmith blinks. “Oh!” Then he clears his throat. “Ahem. I suppose you found someone to share in your choice of weaponry, then?”

Arthur furrows his brow at the forward question. Does every man feel the need to get into your business?

But you don’t seem bothered by it, chuckling softly. “Yes, I have. Thankfully that wasn’t the reason we married.”

Arthur coughs softly, taken back by how open you are being. At your frankness, a hint of amusement flickers across Arthur's rugged features, mingling oddly with the lingering shadows of his recent struggles. He decides to step closer, leaning his towering frame nonchalantly against the counter beside you.

The gunsmith, feeling perhaps a bit out of place now, clears his throat once more as he continues his sales pitch. “Well, we do have a nice selection of varmint rifles, here. All of which are customizable.” He turns around and reaches for a wooden case, bringing it back to the counter. Opening it carefully, he pulls out a simple varmint rifle, with blue steel and dark cherry wood. “You interested in any carving work?”

You open your hands, asking permission to hold it, and he offers it to you. You turn the rifle over in your hands, appreciating the craftsmanship. The wood looks smooth as you glide your fingertips over the stock, a stark contrast to the rough life you and Arthur have led. “No carvings,” you say softly, almost to yourself. “I prefer to do those myself.”

Arthur watches you handle the gun with an expertise that belies your delicate form, his eyes tracing the sureness of your movements, a stark reminder of the many facets that make up Kitka Morgan. He knows the weapon is safe in your hands—not just from your training with the circus, but from the countless times you've stood by his side, both in defense and desperation.

You’re so beautiful he can’t stand it. 

You turn your body to Arthur and look up at him, your hazel eyes sparkling. “What do you think, Tacitus?”

Arthur lets out a chortle through his nostrils and looks the gun over. “Looks nice. How does it feel?”

You let the gun bounce in your hands. “Feels good.”

Arthur nods toward the gunsmith. “How much?”

The gunsmith doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Thirty-two dollars.”

Arthur hears a soft “oh” escape your lips and turns to look at you. “What?”

You lift your eyes to look into his. “Isn’t that expensive?”

The gunsmith scoffs but Arthur ignores it. “Don’t you like this one?”

He can tell that you do, with your eyes gleaming the way they do when you find a piece of the world that aligns with the quiet part of your soul. "I do," you admit, the words soft but resolute. "It's just more than I expected."

Arthur smiles and without saying another word, reaches into his satchel, pulling out thirty-five dollars. He hands it to the gunsmith. “She’ll take some ammo, too.”

The gunsmith nods, a flicker of respect crossing his weathered face as he takes the money and turns to fetch the ammunition. You watch him go, the rifle still resting in your hands. “Thank you,” you say quietly.

“No need to thank me, darlin’. You needed that rifle.”

“Yes, I know, but we’re supposed to be saving up our money for…” you let your voice trail off as the gunsmith returns with two boxes of ammunition.

“Here you go, sir,” he says. “Anything else?”

Arthur shakes his head, taking the ammo. “Nope. That should do it.”

“Alright then, have a good evening.”

Arthur gently escorts you back outside, opening the door to let you out first. Stepping out into the cool night air, Arthur takes a deep breath and makes his way back to the horses.

“Where are you going?” you ask.

He turns around and sees you still on the deck of the store, the varmint rifle swung over your shoulder. He points with his thumb toward the horses. “Leavin’? We should find a place to camp and get some sleep before movin’ on.” You look hesitant and Arthur can see the gears turning in your head. “What, darlin’?”

“I just…Since when was the last time you had a bath?”

Arthur blinks, not expecting that sort of a question. “What?”

You can't help the chuckle that escapes you, seeing Arthur so flustered. "You heard me. When was the last time you had a bath?" You cross your arms, leaning against the wooden railing, an amused glint in your hazel eyes.

Arthur scratches the back of his head, a sheepish grin. “I’ve bathed in the river…”

You shake your head. “That isn’t the same thing. I’m talking about soaps and oils.” You point to your left, down the street. “The hotel has a bath. Why don’t we rent a hotel room and settle down for the night there instead? Might be the last hotel we can get for a while.”

Arthur isn’t sure, he’d much rather be away from this town and out under a canopy of stars instead of a ceiling.

But then again, the temptation to be intimate with you can be easily squelched, given the need to be more quiet. And he is quite tired. Riding longer to find a decent camping spot will add at least an additional hour to the evening.

He exhales slowly, running a hand down his face. “Alright, Kit. You win.”

You beam, tilting your head in an endearing way, your hat like a halo framing your face. “Come on then,” you say, skipping down the steps. You quickly grab his hand and lead him towards the hotel, and he feels a mix of humor and relief at the prospect of a comfortable bed and a hot bath.

The hotel lobby is dimly lit, with lanterns casting warm pools of light across the polished wooden floor. The clerk behind the counter raises his eyebrows slightly at the sight of you two, a rough-and-tumble cowboy and a dark-haired woman with a rifle slung casually over her shoulder. But he doesn’t comment, he just nods politely and asks, “Room for the night?”

You nod. “Yes, and a bath for my husband, if you please.”

The clerk nods, turning behind him to grab a key. He returns to the counter and sets the key down. “That will be a dollar-fifty. Your room is just upstairs and we’ll have a bath drawn up for you.”

Arthur pays the clerk and motions to grab the key, but you snatch it from him. “Ah-ah-ah! You go to your bath. I will handle the rest.” He opens his mouth to argue but you shake your head. “Go on…”

Arthur sighs, nearly rolling his eyes and he turns to walk past the counter and down the hall that leads to the washroom.

Turning the doorknob, he lets himself inside the washroom, finding it to be lit by a couple of lamps placed in corners of the room. He closes the door behind him and removes his hat, setting it down on a lone chair close to the door.

The room is filled with steam, a clear sign the water has been hot and waiting for his weary bones. He undresses slowly, each movement a testament to the day's long ride and the toll it took on him. As he slips into the bath, the heat of the water seeps deep into his muscles, soothing every ache and tender bruise. His body disappears beneath the suds and he rests his arms on the rim of the tub, letting his head fall back.

He knows he needs to hurry and start scrubbing away at the dirt and grime, but he wants to sit in the silence and warmth for just a little bit longer. It was a good idea on your part, making him do this. He rarely has had such a luxury and he begins to let himself think that in his new house, your home, he will build a nice bathroom where he can take all the baths he wants.

And in the middle of his mindless wandering, he hears a soft knock at the door.

He had forgotten that as part of these baths, a woman might come knocking with an offer of a deluxe bath, which is more than just someone adding some extra soap.

The voice comes soft and warm through the door. “Are you decent?”

Arthur furrows his brow in confusion and snorts. “No, I’m takin’ a bath, ain’t I?” His tone has a tinge of amusement, the absurdity of the question making him chuckle. The employee is clearly new. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather just be alone.”

There's a soft laugh on the other side of the door and then the sound of it opening just a crack. “Are you sure?” the voice has changed, darker, smooth, familiar. And just as he begins to recognize the voice, he sees you peek your head through the door, finding his eyes. “Might change your mind if you knew who was offering…” Your eyes glint with mischief, and for a second, the weight of the world seems to lift off Arthur's shoulders.

He sits up straighter in the bath, the soap suds sliding down his chest as he stares, dumbstruck. "Kit, what are you doin’?”

The door swings open slightly wider, and you slip into the steam-filled room as you quickly close the door behind you. There is a playful smile tugging at your lips as you eye his exposed body with a subtle hunger that makes him nearly tremble. “I almost had to wrestle my way over here; I guess the washwoman saw you come in and was eager,” you say and you lean against the door. You are no longer wearing your hat and jacket, but your blouse is unbuttoned just enough to expose your cleavage, your hair now undone from its braid, a wavy mess that frames your face. “Though I can’t imagine why.”

Arthur chuckles bashfully and watches you as you calmly walk his way. Your gaze holds his steadily, your smile softening as you tuck some hair behind your ear. You find a stool and pull it up close to the side of the tub, sitting down beside him. “No one saw you come in here, did they?” he asks.

Spotting a clean cloth on a table, you reach for it and dip it in the water. His eyes follow your hand, and he feels his heart pound in his chest. “What if they did?” you ask softly. “Are you embarrassed by me, Mr. Morgan?” And you bring the wet cloth out of the water and begin to wash him, starting with his right arm.

Arthur's face softens, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a kind of tender humor that only you could draw out of him. "Embarrassed? Never," he replies, his voice low and sincere. He reaches for your hand, still holding the cloth, stopping it mid-swipe. "Shocked, maybe, but not embarrassed.”

You both pause for a moment and he lets your hand go. You resume your work, taking gentle care to wipe the sweat and dirt from his body. “I want to take care of you, Arthur.”

“You do take care of me.”

He sees a sudden blush to your cheek and you look down as you bite your lower lip. “I’m not sure you’re understanding me.” You drag the cloth across his chest and he wonders if you can feel the rapid beating of his heart. “I don’t want you to worry about me. About…my…” You let out a soft chuckle. “I don’t know why I can’t bring myself to say it.”

He doesn’t want you to not feel comfortable saying what’s on your mind, and he can’t help but feel concerned. “It’s alright, Kit. You can say it.”

It is then that your eyes lift to meet his again. “I want to please you, Arthur.” You swallow thickly. “Like you’ve done so for me.”

Arthur can feel the heat in his body rise, his mind going to all the ways that you could and already do to satisfy him, but he has to come off calm and collected. “You do, Kit.”

You go quiet, but from his chest your right hand brings down the cloth, trailing down his abdomen and into the water below, he feels your hand continue to travel downward and the cloth disappears, only leaving your fingers to trace his skin. Your eyes don’t leave his and his breath catches when your hand reaches its mark.

Your left hand goes to cup his face and you lean in to kiss him tenderly as your right hand works to caress him beneath the water’s depths.

He feels conflicted, the pleasures of your soft touch awakening the struggle within him, while finally beginning to be sated. He lets his body buck into your touch, and he can feel the smile on your lips as you kiss him deeply.

“It is as I said, Arthur,” you whisper as your lips part. “Just because I am doesn’t mean you have to.”

He feels his body growing hotter, tighter. He grips the rim of the tub as opposed to grabbing you, trying all that he can to restrain himself. He can barely speak now, his mind fading away as his senses focus solely on the fulfillment you are bringing him. “K—iit, I—”

You place your forefinger on his lips. “Shhh…” you soothe. “Don’t fight it, Arthur…Let it go…” And you kiss him again as you finish your last syllable. “This is all about you.”

Arthur closes his eyes, falling into your pleasurable touch as he tucks his face in your neck, and surrenders to the quiet storm swirling between you. Your fingers are deft, rhythmic, and intimate, a whispered promise that speaks louder than words ever could. In this moment, there is no past haunting him, no future to run towards—only the tender present sculpted by your knowing hand and the hushed sounds of the world outside. The crickets can be heard singing from the shadows, their chorus weaving through the rustle of the leaves of the tree just outside the window. This intimate moment is something that both of you haven’t quite experienced before, Arthur is always so intent on making you happy that he didn’t know that he was ever allowed to wish this for himself, this attention solely for him, though he never thought he needed this until now.

In a primal response, he grabs your right arm as though it were a lifeline, biting his lip and exhaling sharply through his nostrils as your arm moves, steadily increasing in momentum. 

And as he nears the point of no return, your airy voice whispers harmoniously with his staggering breath. “I love you.”

But even if you never told him,  he would still believe it to be true.

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Sonic Prime is a perfect intro show for new Sonic fans and annoying for anyone who pays attention to the plot

Sonic prime shows off Sonic characters in a way that is digestible to new fans without dumping an entire legacy's worth of lore on them.

In the beginning we are told directly by Sonic what his relationship with each character is, showing us the characters from his perspective, while giving us a brief understanding of their background and how they met Sonic.

And I know what you're probably thinking, the original versions of the characters (other than Sonic and Shadow) are barely in the show at all, how could they be shown off if they're not in it? And of course, you're right, they're not in it, but that's the point.

The different versions of the Sonic characters are not just separate characters entirely; they are the same character in a different situation that caused them to change. And this change is what makes the show so perfect for new fans, because each variant shows off emphasized parts of each character.

Take Knuckles for example, in New Yolk Renegade is shown to be extremely determined to single mindedly complete their one goal and is very consistently loyal to Rebel while being unwilling to trust anyone else easily. He's also shown to be very brave and strategic in battle; All traits that Knuckles Prime exhibits but exaggerated to a larger extent to help get the point across.

In Boscage Maze Gnarly is representative of Knuckles naivety, showing how he can misinterpret things or be misled; often thinking with his fists or his stomach instead of his brain. And again, exaggerated to get the point across.

Now Dread is where they really shine, Dread perfectly shows off Knuckles' obsession with the Master Emerald, without even mentioning or showing the Master Emerald at all; Using the prism shard as a stand-in for the Master Emerald. It shows off how far he'd go to get it back, it shows how often he doesn't care about how his actions will affect those around him as long as he gets it back. Dread shows us how Knuckles will isolate himself to keep the master emerald/prism shard safe. He fully introduces us to Knuckles' relationship to the Master Emerald without having to explain any of the lore that comes with it.

Each of the variants have examples like this, of introducing a main facet of the original character in an extreme and unsubtle way. Thorn Rose shows Amy's anger at anyone who harms nature, and her tendency to refuse to change her mind and be stubborn if she believes she is in the right. Rebel emphasizes Rouge leadership skills when leading the rebellion/team dark, and ability to be strategic inside and out of combat regardless of her own emotions. And Sails represents Tails' loyalty and belief in his friends. (Im not gonna touch on Nine bc there's a million and one analyses of his character already)

All of this, plus the ghost versions that straight up tell us their core values, and using the concept of "going through different places to find magical rocks" makes for a show that perfectly introduces new Sonic fans to the characters and basis of the world without spoiling or overloading them with lore and explanations.

Its enough to get us intrigued by the characters, while leaving plenty to still be explored and learned about in which ever way we want.

The movies are also an intro to Sonic, but they lose a lot of points by being separate from the canon Sonic universe, introducing a lot of rules and concepts that aren't true in the canon Sonic lore, that it leaves people feeling confused or misled when trying to get into the rest of the series.

I can say that cuz its exactly what happened to me. I watched the movies, got interested, looked at the rest of the fandom, got confused, and decided to interact with only Movie Sonic content. Until I watched Prime.

Prime introduced me to all the original main characters (unless u count Silver or Blaze) and their aspects and relationships, as well as the canon universe. (and the ships which may have been a driving force for me joining the fandom but just ignore that)

If you want to get someone into Sonic id recommend two methods based on my own experience.

1. If they're hesitant about it/feel like its too cringe, start them with the movies, then a game that's fun to play but not story driven, and then make them watch prime

2. If they're not too hesitant/already in fandoms similar, show them prime and your personal favorite game, let them chose which one they want to do first and boom you got a new sonic fan!

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Halsin's Master: Tahlel Dwin'ddaren

An introduction to the original character I've created to fill in the gaps left in canon, based on a few pieces of information extrapolated from canon sources and outlined in my post here.

Tahlel was First Druid of the Emerald Grove for many years and led it with a wealth of social acumen at his command. A quintessential Silvanite, he worked to ensure his reputation was one of easygoing congeniality, and that that was the impression of him and his grove at the forefront of anyone's mind, rather than any of the subtler actions he may have taken to act in nature's defense.

His favored weapon was his glaive, which he used in concert with his masterful spellwork, making him a force to be reckoned with in any battle. His favored Wild Shape was that of a hawk, and he was a firm proponent of the power of flight to clear one's mind and offer new perspective. (He remained – very privately – befuddled all his days that any with the ability to do so would choose any other form.)

A dedicated gossip – although he would describe this more so as "having a successful information structure" – he had an entire network of birds that would bring him choice tidbits they had observed or heard from others of their kind, in exchange for simple favors. Whenever possible, he took pains to hold the source of his knowledge – and the full extent of it – close to his chest.

I'll be sharing more about him in the future – in fact, good luck getting me to shut up about him – but for now, I'll close with a snippet from a WIP of mine that hopefully illuminates some facets of his relationship with Halsin specifically:

“Oh, nai’ith. What a journey you’ve had.” Halsin swiped weakly at the calloused hand petting his hair, dexterously picking apart tangled strands as it moved along the line of his skull. He grumbled a protest, the sound catching slightly in his throat. “Not nai’ith - it’s Halsin.” The stroking didn’t pause, even as he heard Tahlel’s characteristic hum, and knew from long experience the far-off look that would be in his eyes as he thought. After but a moment came his response, slow and measured. “So you are, and none could argue.”  A flash of his usual sly humor lit the air around them as he tugged at one strand of Halsin’s hair, playful but gentle, undemanding. “I hope you might yet permit me the occasional indulgence. After all, you will always be a sapling to me.” Halsin felt an answering glimmer of humor warm his own chest. “You’re just saying that because you don’t like that I’m taller than you now. But was it not you yourself who taught me one ‘oughtn’t ignore nature’s bounty simply because it did not delight’?” Tahlel’s squawk echoed dully against the rocks around them, and Halsin’s shoulders shook faintly with his muffled laughter. Silvanus, how he had missed this.

[dilfsonic]

PLEASE tell me more about Sonmetadow! Anything at all- headcanons, meta, just rambling about them, anything!!

Sorry this is so late!! But I wanted to answer this for a while.

> Metal gradually develops complicated feelings the longer he’s allowed close proximity with his organic copy. As an AI he learns constantly, but given he’s only ever around Eggman his emotionally intelligence can only go so far. The more he watches, learns from, and mimics Sonic, the more his emotional intelligence grows. And the more he ‘feels’ what Sonic feels (this headcanon is derived from a mix of the OVA movie from the 90s and modern iterations).

> In my au, Metal naturally forms feelings for Shadow because SONIC has feelings for Shadow first. Metal inadvertently mimics these emotions and they develop the longer Sonic’s emotions influence him. In turn he becomes influenced by Shadow’s feelings…it’s a never ending feedback loop, feeding into one another.

> Metal may mimic their emotions to begin with, but as he becomes more advanced, he comes to grasp his own uniquely complicated feelings. He hated Sonic, but it was a hate he was programmed with. When hardwiring meets fallible emotion— which comes out on top? That’s the question. He now can no longer tell if he wants to be his organic copy or if he wants to be WITH him. Sonic has a unique ability to the touch the core of those he empathizes with, and I think if he got past Metal’s hardwiring/if that was ever compromised, Metal has the potential to be the most touched by him.

> He’s still learning, he never ‘finishes’ developing and therefore his feelings are ever evolving, the more self aware he becomes and can begin to pinpoint and predict his own feelings. Sonic is his primary guide in this, while Shadow (who is peak example of holding onto very complicated emotions) kind of learns alongside with him.

> Metal and Shadow bond a lot over things that have been brought up in canon. Shadow has a unique and interesting facet of his character in which he’s shown to consistently show a great empathy and understanding of robots and androids. Metal Sonic, Omega, Emerl, etc… Particularly with Metal, who has a similar dilemma as Omega, in which he’s a tool for the Doctor, like Shadow was. Whereas canonically Omega defected on his own, Shadow is trying to convince Metal to do it. He won’t hesitate to fight Metal, but he would prefer not to, and he’s set aside their necessary opposition to work with Metal in the past, who was even willing to take the chaos emerald from his own body to give Shadow a chance to warp back home. That’s pretty awesome.

> An interesting observation to me is that Shadow and Sonic are both often in opposition from a moral standpoint, they actually both share a goal with Metal. Both of them extend their hands in offering to him, and encourage him to make his own decisions independent of Eggman. And it’s not that Sonic and Shadow even want Metal to be a hero necessarily— even if Metal were to remain an adversary, they just want Metal to come to that decision on his own. Shadow and Sonic both have a strong sense of freedom in their own ways, and encourage others to exercise their own freedom even if it means that person continuing on their own opposing path.

> In a what-if scenario, seeing Sonic and Shadow combine their efforts to free Metal is really fascinating to me. Metal is like Shadow in the sense where it begs the question, can he really learn to love? Is he capable of that particular emotion? Can he grasp what romantic interest really means? He understands as best he can, and is still learning all the while… Yes, while Sonic and Shadow certainly hold a candle for one another by this point in the story, their ‘love’ is considerably complicated. They’re still rivals, after all. Rivals with benefits, I suppose! Except the longer they’re ‘stuck’ together (affectionate) the more they fall into a comfortable push and pull.

They become sort of inadvertently committed (though Sonic continues to see other lovers he’s kept up over the years, Knuckles and Jet), and it probably stems from the fact that Sonic is canonically one of the only (if not the only) people to touch his heart. They are both still guarded in their own ways, and would probably require many lifetimes over and over to fully learn and know the other, and it’s something they enjoy exploring.

The difference is, Shadow has endless time to learn about Metal, but only one lifetime to learn about Sonic. It’s sort of bittersweet, the way Sonic continues to live on through Metal after he’s gone in lots of little ways, but Metal is still his own unique personhood, and Shadow knows better than to think he could use him as a replacement.

Anyway, sorry for this wall of text!! I have a Lot of opinions and feelings on these guys. They’re my OT3 LOL. Please feel free to ask more questions whether it’s regarding my au or just sonmetadow as a concept in general because I have a never ending fountain of thoughts and scenarios on them.

[gemsbuild]

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[zenogram]

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[voidvinn]

here’s a little analysis on game vs anime!brandon’s personality and my thoughts on his Masters portrayal! because i am insane :] i’ve been thinking about this for hours help m

Okay, so, I knew that if Brandon was ever added to masters he would have his game personality. Because, duh. HOWEVER, it’s very surprising to finally have a personification for his Emerald and ORAS portrayal since it was only a few lines of dialogue before. The main difference i can surmise between the game and anime iterations of Brandon is that game!Brandon is extroverted while anime!Brandon is introverted. You can even see this in their beginning dialogue, as Brandon mentions being the Pyramid King in Masters while anime!Brandon only brings it up once confronted by the King of Pokelantis.

Even their voices exemplify this difference. Anime!Brandon’s words are stilted and awkward most of the time, but this changes in the midst of battles. Masters!Brandon having a deeper, more natural-sounding voice was a more obvious choice. His Masters voice is actually more fitting on paper, with it matching his game dialogue. However, anime!Brandon’s speaking pattern is one of his most distinctive features. He tends to enunciate the beginning of his words and use uncommon vocabulary.

Game!Brandon seems very sincere in his words, describing things as grand and talking about his life as an adventurer. Anime!Brandon could not want to talk LESS about his life and passions. Not to say he isn’t passionate, but he’s more of a loner with a slight ego. The whole “NO” thing, as funny as it is, highlights how he doesn’t like idle chatter and thinks himself above most situations, hence trying to end conversation.

Anime!Brandon is a (lovable) jerk to be frank, but I can also understand why his personality was altered from his Emerald portrayal for the anime. Brandon’s personality in Masters seems to be very similar to Palmer’s, along with a few other characters, being an encouraging mentor-like figure. Anime!Brandon mentors in a very different fashion, letting people learn from their failures instead of encouraging them outright.

Overall I’m just ecstatic Brandon is going to be in Masters, in any capacity! Anime!Brandon will always be my favorite portrayal, but I think his Masters variation can definitely add some new facets to the character.

[blessed-by-umbral]

Give and Take

Day 4: Ego/Coincidence

@daily-writing-challenge

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Several moons ago:

The complex patterns of sorcery swirled gracefully around the delicate fingers of Ondrea, each undulation shimmering and fading in a rhythm reminiscent of a heart laboring to maintain its vital flow. While one hand was adorned with this mystical energy, her other hand remained unadorned, yet it bore its own distinct markings. Darkness clung to her fingers like a deep ink stain, enveloping her strikingly long nails in a shade of vantablack--then, without preamble, it faded.

The sharp sound of her tongue striking the roof of her mouth served as a clear indication of her growing frustration, prompting her to instinctively ball her hand into a tight fist. As she lifted her eyes, she was met with the sight of her sister emerging from the estate's gardens, a space characterized by a complex arrangement of diverse plants and lush green leaves.

Onora was dressed in an elegant yet understated white dress made of soft silk, which was tastefully adorned with intricate dark lace that accentuated her figure. Without preamble, Onora quietly extended her hand towards her sister, grasping it gently and positioning the palm facing upward. Her slender fingers glided over the intricate lines that were naturally formed in Ondrea's palm, tracing a path that moved upward toward the length of her middle finger before gently retreating to rest at the very heart of her palm.

"It seems you have been experimenting again." she remarked, her tone carrying an undertone of caution. Her emerald eyes rose to meet Ondrea's gaze, which, in contrast to its usual golden brilliance, now reflected a sinister shade of green, reminiscent of poison.

“—Unsuccessfully?”

Ondrea typically possessed an innate tendency to maintain her focus on the expressions of those around her, however, in this particular moment, she felt an unusual compulsion to divert her attention downward to the gentle pressure of Onora's fingers resting against her palm.

“It’s of no coincidence that you find challenge in this, sister.” Her voice flowed like a serene stream, possessing the ability to temper the intensifying fire within Ondrea.

"In your purview, what do you believe the barrier to be?"

“Your ego.” Onora's rejoinder was rather swift, so swift in fact, she caught Ondrea by surprise.

Ondrea's gaze was drawn upward at the sound of Onora's voice, her attention fixating once again on her sister's expression. The words spoken were laden with significance, as Onora continued to elaborate on the intricate connection between the mind and body. "You must understand…" she stated "…the essence of you, of us, pervades every facet of your being. While your mind may be as transparent as glass, your heart remains as unyielding as stone." With a gentle yet deliberate motion, Onora tapped her finger against Ondrea's palm, emphasizing the point she was making.

“Embracing a mindset that prioritizes curiosity over certainty is crucial, Ondrea. This you know, but one cannot go without reminders.”

Ondrea was acutely aware of this truth, a realization that resonated deeply within her. With a gentle and careful motion, she released her sister's hand, stepping gracefully around her to position herself in front of the estate gardens' entrance. The wrought iron gateway stood ajar, its doors adorned with a beautiful array of ivy and roses.

As she extended her hand toward the gateway, Ondrea narrowed her eyes. The intricate design of the wrought iron, combined with the lush greenery and vibrant blooms, heralded her attention. She stood poised with outstretched fingers and for a time, nothing happened.

A striking crimson rose drew her attention, its vibrant petals, full of youthful vitality, began to slowly curl inward. The edges of the petals darkened, retreating into themselves until the very essence of the flower withered, becoming shriveled and wrinkled. Shortly thereafter, the entire collection mirrored this decline, as each exquisite rose began to wither and perish. The ivy, once a rich shade of green, transitioned to a desolate tawny brown, signaling its own decay.

Ondrea stood, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.

"Tis not a matter of ego, dear sister." Ondrea asserted, her hand falling to her side as she turned to face Onora with the desolate display of dead foliage behind her.

"--Merely a matter of avarice."

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Mentions: @onora-cress

[kaurwreck]

Hal Jordan and John Constantine huh... you like your man pathetic i see. I respect that. What are your favorite issues of them?

I specifically love men who have severe problems with authority and who are so pathetic, so sensitive, and so mentally ill that they break everything they touch; mostly their interpersonal relationships, but also, often, systemically unjust frameworks.

I genuinely think that they're the comic book retort to Thomas Hobbes's argument regarding the nature of humanity in Leviathan. Hobbes posits that war, violence, and chaos come more naturally to humans than political order, so the most prudent and moral choice is for the many to sacrifice liberty for safety by submitting their governance to a sovereign with absolute rights, who is party neither to the social contract nor the sovereign's own laws. Even a tyrannical sovereign, according to Hobbes, is preferable to the chaos Hobbes envisions as the alternative to absolutism for preserving collective well-being and security.

I think Sinestro and the Guardians of the Universe certainly agreed, so long as they were sovereigns, and Hal's inability to not fuck up and destroy literally every source of structure he attempts to engage with also precludes him from abiding by their authoritarianism. He destroys the would-be sovereign entities over and over again, mostly because of the facets of his personality that make him very, very human.

John Constantine is an anti-Tory punk, but the more interesting systems of sovereign governance he interferes with by being selfish, clever, and painfully human are most frequently cults, heaven, and hell; so I think he and Hal are the similar flavors of man for me. That is to say, men who bombastically defy Hobbes's theory of the nature of humanity for the same reasons they can't maintain stable careers or date women who aren't involved in sacrificial cults. And who almost certainly use 4-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash/facial wash.

My favorite John Constantine issue is John Constantine: Hellblazer #5 (May 1988), which is within my favorite run of any John Constantine series. My favorite Hal Jordan issue might be Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn #1 (December 1989), which challenged me, but very much shaped my understanding of Hal Jordan. My favorite run is, as is everyone's, Geoff Johns's early 2000s series; and I love and cherish Flash & Green Lantern: The Brave & the Bold (2000) and Green Lantern/Green Arrow: Hard Travelin' Heroes (1970).

[steliosagapitos]

~ "A step cut diamond is a diamond that has been cut in a way that emphasizes its clarity and lustre. This is achieved by creating long, rectangular facets on the diamond’s surface arranged in parallel lines, creating a hall-of-mirrors effect and giving the diamond a clean and sophisticated look. This type of diamond cut is characterized by its clean lines, straight edges, and truncated corners. The first step cut diamonds were developed in the 16th century, and they quickly gained popularity due to their clean lines and symmetrical shape. The early step cut diamonds were not as precise as modern cuts, but they still had a unique appeal and were often used in jewellery worn by royalty and aristocrats. In the 18th and 19th centuries, diamond-cutting techniques continued to evolve, and the step cut became increasingly popular. The emerald cut, now the most popular type of step cut diamond, was originally developed for emeralds but was soon adapted for use with diamonds as well. Other types of step cuts include the baguette cut, the trapezoid cut, and the Asscher cut. Today, step cut diamonds are still highly prized for their understated elegance and sophisticated beauty. While they may not have the same level of sparkle as brilliant cut diamonds, their unique hall-of-mirrors effect and ability to showcase a diamond’s natural beauty and clarity make them a popular choice for engagement rings and other fine jewellery." ~