#paws belladonna-rose

[mysteriolesbo2]

RWBY x I Hopes So Lion Designs!!

Was brainstorming some RWBY lion designs set in the world of the web comic I Hope So with @agender-cinder

They helped with the ideas and inspirations of the designs while I sketched them down! I took a great amount of creative liberties when designing these gals.

Along with the designs we decided to give the IHS universe names

Ruby- still stays Ruby as it is also a gemstone that can be found in the IHS universe. I wanted to give her a scruffy mane similar to the style of her hair in volumes 7-9, and then added a pattern on her back that looks like a rose when you look straight down on her.

Weiss- Her named was switched to Frostbite, since she can have a sharp tongue and sass for days. Now for her design, Cal (agender-cinder) came up with the idea to give her vitiligo, which causes animal pelts to her turn white over time. So I decided to give her a very aggressive form of vitiligo, leaving spots of her original black fur she got from her father.

I decided to leave black fur in parts that were affected by her father's abuse, her black paws since her life was never her own when she was younger, black fur over the mouth as she was never allowed to speak her mind, black fur over her head since he influenced the way she thought, and black fur on her back for the overbearing pressure put on her by her family name.

Blake- Her name was changed to Nightshade since her last name Belladonna is a flower that is also called Nightshade. Blake we decided to make a black leopard as Ghira is a panther faunus and it helped put a bit of space between her and the other girls.

The reason she isn't covered in spots like a normal leopard is because I read that cheetah's can be born with not very many spots, it is incredibly rare. But I thought I could take that and apply in to Blake and give her a fluffier neck trying to fool other lions that she is one (since in volume one she had to hide her ears) This was the design that I REALLY took a LOT of creative freedom with.

Yang- Changed her name to Ignite (after her song Ignite) she a big girl! Wanted to give her a semblence of Raven in her design, so I gave her some black in her mane mirroring real life lions whose mane grows darker as they get older.

I decided to do this since in the IHS universe I wouldn't have been able to show Yang's red eyes switch from her purple hues, plus black and yellow are bumbleby colors baby! I also gave her some scars since Yang is always a brawler in any universe so she is gonna have some marks left over.

Height Chart and Bumbleby sketch to round out this post!

Also if you are interested in the universe we drew the RWBY girls in then here is their tumblr! It is beautifully written and drawn! Plus VERY gay!

[stellarfoam]

Relationship: Jaune Arc & Ruby Rose & Yang Xiao-Long, Jaune Arc & Ruby Rose, Jaune Arc & Yang Xiao-Long, Ruby Rose & Yang Xiao-Long

Tags: Modern AU, College/University AU, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Gen Fic, one (1) swear word, Pillow & Blanket Forts, Seasonal Affective Disorder, Mentioned Blake Belladonna, Mentioned Weiss Schnee

When Jaune notices Ruby’s been struggling with Seasonal Affective Disorder, a plan is set in motion. Jaune and Yang surprise Ruby with a pillowfort!

Ruby stared at the odd sight of drapery in front of her. Several bed sheets were artistically and haphazardly thrown about the room. She eased her way inside and, to no one’s surprise but her observers’ dismay, tripped over an obscured obstacle and found herself in a cocoon.   “Oh shit! Ruby!” came a familiar voice before hands began pawing at her prison. Ruby attempted to help and mostly succeeded at punching a nose.

[rubyneo]

ladybug week day one: ladybug kiddos

[rosebelladonna]

Roman: Batwoman doesn't use lethal force

Paws, coming at him with a sword: Do I LOOK like Batwoman? Musty bitch.

[bridgyrose]

Ladybug or Nuts and dolts, 17~

Ruby smiled as she laid back onto her sleeping bag and looked up at the stars. It was a quiet spot she found years ago just outside of Vale, a small hill that gave a view of the night sky. “See? I told you that we’d both enjoy this.”

Blake gave a small laugh and looked over to her girlfriend, a smile came across her face. “Okay, I’ll admit, this is a great spot. But… don't you think that maybe we’re putting things off by relaxing?”

“We’re not putting things off, just taking time to relax.”

“And if Cinder finds us?”

Ruby sighed, her eyes staying on the stars in the sky. “Then we deal with her if she does. We’ve been fighting for years, pushed back the grimm from Vale, watched kingdoms be destroyed, our friends die fighting by our side… we need a break from it all. A day or so to enjoy what we’re trying to protect.”

Blake nodded and looked up at the starry night sky, taking in Ruby’s words. “But we can end this. We can take the fight to Cinder now. We have the other maidens on our side now. We have the relic of choice and Cinder knows that. All we have to do is find her-”

“And what, fight until we’re too exhausted to continue?” Ruby sat up and ran her hand through the grass. “We saw what happened to Yang when she tried that. She’s lucky she’s still alive. If we’re going to take on Cinder, we need a plan, a real plan. And we need to wait for Jaune and the rest of them to get back from their own mission.”

Blake let out a small sigh. “And if we cant?”

“Then we’ll figure that out when the time comes. But right now, we need to rest.”

Blake nodded and sat up to pull Ruby into a hug. She squeezed her girlfriend tightly and pressed a small needle into her neck. “I’m sorry.”

Ruby winced and froze as her vision started to blur and head started to spin. “B-Blake? What’s… what’s going on?”

“I’m doing what I have to in order to keep everyone safe. To finally defeat Cinder. And… I need you for this…”

“A-am I… going to die?” Ruby pulled back from Blake and immediately fell back after losing her balance. “Y-you cant… do this…”

“No, you’re not going to die.” Blake slowly pulled out her scroll and started dialing on it. “Cinder, I’m ready to make a deal.”

Ruby’s vision started to fade as she heard Cinder’s voice over Blake’s scroll. She tried to stay awake, tried to call out to Blake, her words getting stuck in her throat.

“You know where to meet me.”

Blake put her scroll away and picked Ruby up. “I’m sorry Ruby, but… this is the only way to stop this.”

[onesheeptwosheepandachicken]

A)if i ever watch RWBY i'm gonna make 2 tierlists 1 will be who gives the best hugs and the other who needs the most amount of therapy B)i found something that looks like a shit post but is 100% real would you like to see?

Here is my tierlist.

#1. Weiss Schnee has been hugging EVERYBODY!

#2. Penny Polendina (Do hugs always make you feel this warm inside)

#3. Elm Ederne (Look at her glorious muscles...imagine being hugged in those)

#4. Nora Valkyrie (Big hugger and was able to beat yang in food fight)

#5 Yang Xiao Long (Brawler with a heart of gold)

#6 Ruby Rose (Speed Glomps)

#7 Ghira Belladonna (Muscle daddy gives gentle hugs to daughter)

#8. Jaune Arc (Emotionally Repressed Golden Retriever)

#9 Zwei (Has no arms only paws but cuddles)

#10 Marrow Amin (Beneath that Military Role there's a good boi waiting to get out and hug everyone)

yes I would like to see the shit-post

[andrevasims]

Spooky Goth Names

Recently I’ve been revisting old websites that list out all the releases for Living Dead Dolls and this apparently unheard-of 2000s gothic fashion doll line BeGoths, and one of my favorite things is seeing the dolls/characters with names that are just overly edgy and/or pun-based.

The BeGoths dolls are the most extreme with it, they have some gems like “Abcynthia Chaser“ and “Angelina Blasphemina“ but I just love how ridiculous they sound.

Sooooooo this is my list of names from those dolls, plus I threw in some similar ones that I liked from Monster High and the Bratz monster/Halloween-ish spinoff doll line Bratzillaz.

Bleeding Edge BeGoths:

Abcynthia Chaser Alindria Devour Anarchy Annie Angelica Noir Angelina Blasphemina Annabelle Lee Atara Inferno Autumn von Sanguine Belladonna Cyberella D'Nile Dagger Delilah Blackheart Devastatia Dinah Loneliness Divinity Dru Id Esperanza de Muerte Eva Destruction Fiona Fatale Gloria Phobia Greta Vendetta Hypnotica Gaze Hysteria Venom Infinity A. Byss Ivana Scream Jacqueline le Spades Joani Rotten Julia Doom Katerina Moreau Leda Swanson Lilian Lolita Sun Lunabella Whispers Malice Looming Mina Immortale Morbida Nurse Hypochondrianna Olivia O'Lantern Ophelia Pain Pandora Penelope Fabrique Raven Dragonfire Scorpio Vixen Serpentina Maria Sangria Sinstress Siphon Storm O’Misery Trinity Tortura Veronika Despair Victoria Creeper Wormwood Gloom

Living Dead Dolls:

Abigail Crane Absynth Agana Agatha Alison Crux Andras Angus Littlrot Arachne Asa Ash Lee Ava Bad Bette Jane Bea Neath Beelzebub Beltane Betsy Blue Butcher Boop Calico Camilla Canary Carotte Morts Catrina Chloe Claret Winter Coalette Cookie Dahlia Daisy Slae Damien Dawn Deadbra Ann Dee K. Demonique Desmodus Died Doom Dottie Rose Dr. Dedwin Edgrr Eeriel Eleanor Elisa Ella von Terra Ember Ernest Lee Rotten Evangeline Eve-A-Go-Go Ezekiel Faith Flamingo Frozen Charlotte Gabriella Goria Grace of the Grave greGORY Gretchen Haemon Hattie Hayze Hazel Hemlock Hollow Hollywood Honey Hush Inferno Ingrid Iris Isaac Isabel Isaiah Jacob Jasper Jeepers Jennocide Jingles Jinx Jubilee Judas Killbaby Kitty Kreek Lamenta Lammas Larmes de Sang Lilith Lottie Lou Sapphire Lulu Luna Lydia Madame Dysmorphic Maggot Menard Mephistopheles Mildread Misery Mishka Miss McGreedy Mistress Demonika Morgana Mr. Graves Ms. Eerie Nurse Necro Onyx Orchid Peggy Goo Penny Pixie Posey Purdy Rain Revenant Roxie Ruby Sabbatha Blood Sadie Salem Samhain Sanguis Savannah Sheena Simone Sin Siren Soot Sospirare Squeak Sunday Sybil Tenebre Tessa Thump Tina Black Tommy Knocker Toxic Molly Tragedy Umbral Vincent Vaude Viv Vulgar the Obscene Wolfgang Xezbeth

Monster High:

Amanita Nightshade Ari Hauntington Barker Wolf Batsy Claro Bonita Femur Casta Fierce Clawdeen Wolf Deuce Gorgon Ebbie Blue Elissabat Fangelica Finnegan Wake Ghoulia Yelps Gillington Webber Gooliope Jellington Headmistress Bloodgood Hissters Peri Honey Swamp Howleen Wolf Invisi Billy Iris Clops Lagoona Blue Lorna McNessie Lumina Luna Mothews Moanica D'Kay Packlyn Wolf Pawla Wolf Pearl Serpentine Porter Geiss River Styxx Scarah Screams Sirena von Boo Spectra Vondergeist Twyla Vandala Doubloons Venus McFlytrap Viperine Gorgon Weredith Wolf Wingrid Wydowna Spider

Bratzillaz:

Cloetta Spelletta Yasmina Clairvoya Sashabella Paws Meygana Broomstix Vampelina Victoria Antique Levitor Igneus Siernna Calmer Fianna Fins

[howlingday]

Yang had traversed the wild wastes of Vacuo, overcame the deadly traps of Ozpin's ruined Beacon, and escaped Salem herself. Now, there was but one task left.

Adam: (Holding a small chest in his hand) Do you see now, Blake?! Do you see what your true love can do?! You threw away our love to be with humans, but I have slaughtered countless of those you once held dear! And now, even the Relic of Chance is mine! Would you have me challenge the Brothers themselves next?! (Looks behind him, Sees Yang approaching) You? (Turns away) Is this the best you can do, Blake?! Sending your broken stand-in to challenge me, the King of Faunus?!

Yang wrenched the chest from the prideful king's grasp and opened it for the first time since it's creation, and unleashed the full might of the Brothers themselves. Yang's flames billow both yellow and blue.

Adam: You're still only human; weak, cowardly, pathetic! The same as the night she begged me to spare you!

Yang: I'm not the same human you cut down that night. The monster you created has returned, and she will have her revenge.

Adam: You have no idea what a true monster is, human! (Horns protrude from his head as his teeth grow and sharpen, His body expands with muscle as he mask falls and shatters under his massive hooves) Your pitiful life ends tonight! Prepare to join Blake on the other side!

The battle between the Golden Beast and the Crimson King was fierce, pitting one's fury and thirst for vengeance against another's spite and hatred and desire for destruction. When Yang threw a punch, it was as though the Sun itself burned in the night. When Adam swung his blade, it was like the Moon descended to cut 'twixt the stars.

However, soon the berserker proved too much for the swordsman, so he unleashed a great and terrible magic upon her. With one quick motion, Adam tore a rift in the space between them, and it swallowed Yang inside. As she fell, she heard him speak to her.

Adam: You have learned many ways to kill a monster, human. Flesh that burns. Bones that crack. But to break one's spirit is to truly destroy them! I'm sure you recognize this night, human. The night it all changed. The night your weakness killed everything you loved.

The nightmares that had haunted Yang for years has now taken form and substance. Her failure lied just beyond the glass.

Yang: Get away from her!

Blake: Yang, no!

Yang: STOP! I WON'T LET YOU KILL HER AGAIN!

Swarms of Grimm, all shaped like Yang, surround both her and the visions forms. She rushed inside, through the glass, and made quick work of the Grimm that attacked Blake and her younger self, both of whom seemed frozen in time. With every monster slain, the battlefield shifted and parted, disintegrating into nothing.

The battle proved for naught, however, for as she punched the final the Grimm, it screamed like a woman. The woman who loved and trusted her. She looked down to see her arm embedded in the torso of Blake Belladonna.

Yang: (Sobbing) Why? You were innocent. You were all innocent.

Adam: Were they, though? She certainly wasn't. Do you know how much blood she had on her hands? How many lives she ruined with her selfish actions? Every death is on her head! Including yours! (Yang returns from the real world, Adam readies his sword) Which I will now take!

Yang: (Blinks, Sees a black sword embedded in the ground) ...Blake? (Rolls away from Adam's strike, Runs to Gambol Shroud)

But the battle was not over. It seems the Brothers had left one final gift for the girl.

Yang: (Swings Gambol Shroud a few times, Smiles) I'm not alone. I still have my friends. My family. And I'm gonna show you just how strong they make me.

For Yang, the battle continued with new purpose! With new vigor! Every swing of Adam's blade was missed as she dodged and parried, thrusting and slicing into him with each strike. When he clashed, he pushed against Yang, but she proved to be too much and overpowered him, earning a free strike across his chest, followed by a thrust, and a helm-splitting strike from above. His aura, once an unstoppable wall for her punches before, was now like paper with every slash of her blade.

Adam: (On one knee, Struggling to stand as he glares) Remember, human! Were it not for me, you would not have gained this strength! I gave you your strength; I saved you!

Yang: I haven't forgotten, Taurus. I remember exactly how you saved me that night.

Adam: That night... I made you into the perfect warrior!

Yang: Congratulations. (Stabs him in the heart, Slides it out)

Adam: (Bellows a death roar, Falls to the ground)

Yang had accomplished what many had thought impossible; a human had killed the Faunus King. Remnant had been saved, and would rise again.

The same, however, could not be said for Yang. She had sought assistance from many foes and allies alike, but none could truly heal what most ailed her.

Yang: ...Please, make me forget them. Make me forget that night I failed my team.

Salem: You have done well, child. Though we mourn the loss of another mortal, we thank you for ending his slaughter. The souls of your family and friends can rest easy knowing his death has been achieved, but we cannot erase the memory of that night. No power could ever force such a night from your memories, nor make you or us forgive them.

In the end, knowing the nightmares of her past would never leave her, Yang Xiao Long made her way to the top of Beacon tower, overlooking all the Brothers had created.

Yang: (On the edge of the tower, Looks down) The Brothers have abandoned me. Now... There is no hope. (Walks forward)

Yang had cast herself down from the highest point in all of Vale. After eight years of suffering, her nightmares would finally come to an end.

Death would be her escape from sorrow.

But Yang's fate was not as it had seemed. The Brothers had other plans. Feeling no impact, she opened her eyes to find herself floating, and suddenly rose higher into the vast sky, higher and higher until she could touch the stars. Until she could walk on the moon.

Salem: You will not die this night, Xiao Long. You have done the Brothers a great service, and thus should be rewarded, rather than punished. Adam was an unruly beast, a wild creature who sought only destruction and violence. A poor choice for the Faunus King, no? (A portal opens, Revealing a silver palace inside) But now the throne is empty, and a King must step forward to claim it. Embrace the portal, Yang Xiao Long, and become the new Faunus King.

Yang climbed through portal, the silver palace shining around her. As she climbed it's steps, her hands and feet became paws, and as she approached the throne, he teeth grew and became fangs. A tail grew from her tailbone, wrapping itself around her waist as she sat down.

Hail the human who became the King of the Faunus.

Hail, Yang Xiao Long.

[yang-xiao-bong]

RWBY ship proposals

Arkos:

Jaune: *gets down on one knee*

Pyrrha: oh my god

Jaune: what, I'm just tying my shoe

Pyrrha: oh...

Jaune: But, while I'm down here *pulls out a box*

Renora:

Ren: So...um, I wanted to ask you...I mean, it's okay if you say no...I will completely understand....but would you make me-

Nora: Stop right there, of course I'll marry you, dummy~

Whiterose:

Weiss: Ruby, what's your last name?

Ruby: ...

Ruby: Weiss, we've been know eachother for years and have been dating almost as long, so you know my last name is Rose.

Weiss: *pulls out a box and gets down on one knee* Have you ever thought of changing it?

Bumblebee/Bumbleby:

Yang: Hey, Blake?

Blake: Yes, sunshine?

Yang: *grins* if you're feline up to it, I have something to ask you.

Blake: *groans into Yang's shoulder* what is it? It better not be another pun book, or so help me...

Blake: *lifts her head up to see Yang holding a ring*

Yang: Blake Belladonna, will you give me the great honor of having you become my purrfect wife, will you promise to spend every meow-ment together, being paw-some together and-

Blake: *groans and pulls Yang close* yes. Now shut up and kiss me.

×××××××

Note: The blake and yang one is a little more detailed cuz I came up with that one on my own, the other three I found somewhere.

[thebunnyremix]

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#either on top of neo (ruining her graceful landing)‚ or just off to the side as a background gag while everyone's getting their bearings

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Dunno why, but any time I see a nekomimi-style cat character, all I want is for them to do cat things.

And I don’t just mean saying nyaa, making paw shapes with their hands, or eating fish and drinking milk.

I mean, I want them to randomly knock things off of shelves and tables.

I want their tail to puff up when they’re scared, or swish when they’re angry.

I want them to demand scritchies, and then bite you because you didn’t do it right.

I want them to bat at dangling objects.

I want their pupils to widen when they’re excited.

I want them to sit in an empty cardboard box they found.

I want them to abruptly curl up on their friend/love interest’s lap the minute they sit down.

I want them to go nuts over catnip.

I want them to purr and hiss to reflect their mood.

I want them to nap in a sunbeam.

Give me catgirls and catboys doing cat things!

3 notes • Posted 2021-04-14 17:15:33 GMT

#4

Lisa: Is there some kind of nerdy supervillain website where you get tesla coils and blinky dials?

Neo: [signing] Actually, most of it comes from an outlet store in-

Roman: Don’t answer that! She’s using her nosy reporter skills to find out all our secrets!

Neo: [dramatic gasp]

Roman: [starts circling Lisa, eyeing her suspiciously] Such...tricks...won’t work...on me...

Lisa: Please talk slower.

Roman: ...temptress.

16 notes • Posted 2021-10-29 03:00:01 GMT

#3

I just realized this bit becomes twice as funny without context.

30 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 21:30:45 GMT

#2

One thing I really wish Stardew Valley had is the option to matchmake the remaining bachelors and bachelorettes after you made your choice who to marry (or in Krobus’s case, become roommates with). Cause like, I feel bad that they’re all blatantly crushing on the farmer, who is no longer available.

And maybe like you could matchmake them with each other or with other available NPCs. (Obviously there would have to be rules, like family members can’t be put together, NPCs already in relationships are not options, and the child NPCs are not options.)

I dunno how it would work exactly, though. Maybe you’d be able to get NPCs to follow you somewhere, and you can arrange for them to talk to each other or hang out in certain locations until something happens. Then maybe one of them goes to you for advice and you can encourage them to make a move and we get a cutscene of them getting together. Maybe like a variation of one of their Ten Heart Events, depending on who’s making the confession.

I just think it would be cute. Cause I always feel bad about not choosing some of them, and they all deserve love.

40 notes • Posted 2021-01-12 22:22:12 GMT

#1

RWBY Volume 2

Chapter 1: Best Day Ever

48 notes • Posted 2021-09-23 23:26:17 GMT

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[masterweaverx]

A ditty I made in the course of a few hours. And recorded horribly. Let me just tag people.

@maxiemumdamage @tsundere-bellwether @blake-belladonna-defence-force @alexkablob @luimnigh @mylordshesacactus

And lyrics below the cut

This fandom has had its ups and downs, its habits and its quirks but that can be said of fandoms for a number of myriad works. So today I'd like to focus on a single question I've heard resound. Yes, for now, there's but one thing to ask: Who Is In The Hound?

Peeeeeer haps it's Summer Rose, for all the drama that will provide Maybe it's Roman Torchwick which Neo will not abide I've heard it might be the servant whom preceded Cinder's place Maybe it's Salem's daughters, given form in her dark space.

Ooooooor it might be Glynda Goodwitch, who offscreen was deftly snatched Could Raven have been kidnapped from her cellar bar in Patch? Maybe it's Pyrrha Nikos, summoned back forth from the dead... There's so many dark paths that this whole question could tread.

Look I know it sounds crazy and some people would call it lazy but the writing's not at all hazy in this show or so I've found There's a lot of hints for the well read and many people say they dread the question all these clues have bred: Who Is In The Hound?

It's got no eyes and half an ear, smells twice as good as it can hear its paws are hands, just to be clear there's a zipper on its head. It screams in pain when it shifts shape it's smart and human tongue can ape Which left our heroes quite agape with the single word it saaaaaaaaaid...

"NO."

Salem's called it an experiment and isn't that fright’ning? Never before has a Grimm been smart as this scary thing The fandom's horrified by this, watching the thing's skin roil And every single concern is slowly risen to a boil....

And let's be honest here there's a lot to be concerned about | I mean Ren's having a breakdown and Yang's wondering if she's good enough for Blake meanwhile Oscar's being tortured and Cinder's off to Amity with a couple of spooks to meet Penny who's having a crisis of faith and probably wondering whether Nora's going to live | which is a very good question since Weiss carted team RWBN off to the home she hates and now Whitley has to deal with that trauma while also harboring fugitives from Ironwood | who's gone way off the deep end and become the most incompetent dictator I have ever seen in fiction spreading doubt to Winter and all the Ace Ops especially Marrow about whether they're on the right side | not that Harriet will admit this to Robyn Hill who is locked in a cell with no idea what's going on and her only companions are a couple mustached snakes and one angsty birdman that's going through a bad time...

But to be honest, we all pretty much know how all that's going to end even if we don't know the exact steps the story is going to take to get there.

But the HOUND THOUGH

I've got to say this thing is new and fascinating to behold there's so many ways the plot could go, what story will be told? The fandom as a whole does agree, one question has us spellbound...

Is it an friend Is it a foe Somebody new Someone we know

How did this pass How will this end It's driving us around the bend!

Though we tremble as we bask, the ultimate question we must ask is

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

IS IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUND?!

[rubyneo]

🖊️ team dynamics? :0

okay so team PINK is comprised of

Paws Belladonna-Rose (leader)

Icarus Sustrai (Emerald and Weiss' son)

Niko Ren-Arc-Valkyrie (Paws' partner)

and Karmine Adel-Scarlatina (Icarus' partner)

Niko's semblance is the ability to share emotions (so he can calm down his teammates or civilians etc, though it extends to All emotions). He tends to be the voice of reason in the group! But also he is Nora's son. If his team is getting into shenanigans, he is there and no one will stop him. He uses a Halberd! His colour is like...peach <3

Icarus got the Schnee semblance! He uses this power for evil (/j). Why would he need a vehicle when he can just ride his summon into Vale??? He buys literally everything for the group before they can even ask. Oh Karmine you wanted new boots? Here you go here's 7 pairs. Paws you're taking commissions?? I want a new tattoo, here's a 150 lien tip. no that's not too much. Also he just. gives money away basically. Venus mentioned she wanted to buy Lila a new skateboard and he did the Remnant equivalent of Venmoing her like 50 bucks. He's gay. He loves men. He would like a boyfriend please. His colour is mint but on the more blue end of it. He uses a Sickle Glaive which looks like this:

Karmine's Semblance i havent actually worked out yet but she's a gay ass homosexual woman. She loves women. She wears platform Docs with her school uniform. She's 5'11 and wears 6 inch platform Docs. She is a rabbit Faunus but her Faunus trait is rabbit feet. She will kick the shit out of you. i think her weapon will have to do with her legs. actual gunboots perhaps? Her colour is dark purple! I'm gonna give her a girlfriend. She and Icarus are wlw/mlm solidarity.

They're a fairly well-balanced team, especially with the ranged abilities of Icarus' semblance! Niko and Paws may be dating at some point. Maybe. Also Paws has sectoral heterochromia and while xyr silver eye powers work, it actively hurts xem to use, so xe only uses them in emergencies. Xe nearly blinded xyrself when Karmine went down in the field. The entire team is very close! They love each other.

Now team SFRN (saffron) is comprised of

Skye Wukong-Vasilias (Leader)

Fallow Xiao Long-Amitola (Yang and Ilia's son. Yes I changed this from my original plan I just love salamander so much...)

Venus Belladonna-Rose (Skye's partner)

Nova Black (Neo and Mercury's daughter, Fallow's partner)

Fallow's Faunus trait is the same as his mother's (changing colours) (though he can change his eyes independently through influence from Yang's residual magic)! He uses he/she pronouns and she uses a pair of short swords. Her Semblance is gonna be something to do with energy absorption i think. He has black hair naturally but has honed her Faunus trait to the point where he can have whatever hair colour she wishes at any time. He favours pink. Her colour is golden brown!

Nova is a bit of a mystery to her new team. She doesn't speak much (though she isn't mute) and has a tendency to stay to herself. This is incredibly hard on Fallow especially who feels like his partner doesn't like her at all. This isn't true, though! Nova actually thinks he's pretty cool! She uses throwing knives imbued with different types of Dust. By the time they reach the end of their first year, Nova is the most fiercely loyal part of their team! Her colour is dark pink. I'm not sure about her Semblance either but I do want it to be something like light refraction?

Beyond that, they're a pretty good team! Venus, Skye, and Fallow have known each other since they were kids and have trained together for a long time. Nova is the only truly 'ranged' fighter they have, so they tend to protect her while they fight. Also they have team attacks! Nova and Venus is the main one I've come up with. Venus applies her Semblance to Nova's knives in order to take down big Grimm.

i love my kids 😊

[rosebelladonna]

paws is here!!!! and xe is SO cute!!!!!!!!!!

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Hallow Chapter xiii - CSSNS 2019

“The Goblin King was prepared to host the Darkness, stealing Fae women away to their corrupted lands underneath the ground as concubines. The Darkness chose another in his stead, but not before this selected vessel enacted a devastating attack in its vengeance, revealing its hatred & rage. The battle was a lesson the old kings had forgotten; never underestimate an opponent.

Many more lives were lost as they razed over any who dared defy The Goblin King’s will. Only the pure love of our rulers united in matrimony, breaking the Vorpal Dagger, sealed the darkness and the Goblin menace away. The light flourished under their fair rule, and the queen bore a child as pure as moon beams, swan feathers, and starlight. They lived happily ever after, and shall be written in history as Heroes for All Time.”

This is the history Princess Emma memorizes from the day she is born, paraded about and presented only with the highest protection. The palace is a cage she wishes to escape, desperately. Not careful what wishes she made, Emma discovers history is written by the victors - The Dark One has an entirely different version of the events that took place.

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Rated E for explicit themes, Mature situations, and Fae fuckery.

Written for @cssns

Ch / ?? - In which they will always find each other, but it may cause an argument 

Waking up next to her should have embarrassed him, should have absolutely mortified both of them from the impropriety of the action, even clothed. It felt right, though, or even safe, but it was another strange magic that he didn't want to ask about. There had been a moment of uncertainty when she woke up, her eyes alert immediately as she looked at him, then relief until he whispered a rough good morning. Panic had set in, and her eyes screwed shut as she tensed, whispering to herself. Not knowing what to do, he rose to leave, only to have her grip his wrist.

  Her eyes were wide, but the fear was easing. "No. I just, I just need a moment. I thought it was real. Sometimes you feel so right, and I forget where we are. Wait, have you and I… We haven't been intimate, have we?" Her voice raised in its pitch, and Killian choked out a cough. His face burned and he would not look anywhere but the ceiling. 

  "No!" Emma blushed as well, and he looked at her shyly for just a moment before looking at his feet. “No. Nothing like that. You just sleep better next to me, and I… I sleep better too.” 

  "Oh. That's… Thank you for doing this, then. I feel tired to my bones. It never stops, this exhaustion."

  "What could I do to make it easier for you?" he whispered, and she laughed, closing her eyes to pinch at the bridge of her nose. "Emma?" 

  "It's just - I don't know how to deal with this, with you, this early. You're so kind, so nice! And it makes me feel…" Her eyes opened in irritation, hand touching his cheek as something lurked just below the surface, hiding what she wasn't saying. Gently letting her fingers trace through his stubble, she searched his face. 

  Leaning closer, he pressed a kiss to her palm, whispering to her contentedly. "Makes you feel what exactly?" 

  "We could have been -" 

  Lilly rapped at the door frame, completely nonplussed by his presence in Emma's bed, or their current closeness. 

  "Isaac and Cruella ask of you tomorrow," she drawled, before picking at a long fingernail. "You'll need your strength, and to be ready. I couldn't persuade them, and I'm sorry."

  Emma was up in an instant, pleading with her friend. "Please Lilly. You told me we were friends, I can't keep doing this. Last time made me forget, and I -" Killian could barely hear as they walked to the small bunk Lilly kept. She didn't sleep in the house, which Killian found strange, but Lilly herself was strange. She had appeared shortly after Emma, but had always been Emma's shadow and caretaker. It was just normal, along with her disappearing for months, sometimes years. Standing, he crept to the door frame, straining to hear.

  Emma called for him, told him to let himself out and she would meet him at the library. Not willing to miss this chance, he waited instead, listening to the women argue. 

  "I don't know either, but Cruella is demanding another session," Lilly was hissing. "You still have to fulfill your promises, and yeah, I do regret this, Emma. But what choices do I have? Neither of you are exactly the picture of suffering!" 

  "We are! This isn't real, and I can't stand the thought of what will happen when it's over. I made a promise, but it wasn't for this. It never included -" 

  "Oh boo hoo, he's happy. He's not a villain. You get to live ages together. Is that really what you want me to bemoan with you? Complaining that you are both content?" Lilly's voice was raised, anger lacing each word. "And you, you are the one spending time with him! If you are that scared, stay away from him and make it clear that you aren't -" 

  "That's not fair," Emma's voice wavered. "You know that's not fair. This is not a reward fitting the consequences - "

  "It’s not? Or is it because you are scared you feel something for him?" Lilly wasn't visible, but he could hear the triumph in her tone. 

  "I - This isn't him. It's confusing, and I hate it. I don't know if this is some trick, or -" 

  "Oh Emma," Lilly laughed darkly. "Do you think that any of us have that much control? It's his memories, or his thoughts, because you're giving him power here. It's whatever he is underneath, mixed up with anything you added. Your memories and his are one giant pool, and you're just going to have to wait it out. This is on you. You helped sustain his memory of whatever her name was for far longer than - "

  "Milah. Her name was Milah," Emma snarled. "This is the furthest we've ever gotten, because we keep finding each other - and whenever we do, everything falls apart. I am getting weaker every iteration. I can't keep giving you my power and sustaining this without completely losing myself - then who will bring him back? Who will bring me back?"

"I won't let them do that, Emma, I will protect -" 

  "Could you honestly stop them? If the answer is no just stop. Lilly, I'm scared."

  Killian listened, confused but with a strange feeling of expectation as he tried to understand the vague feeling of anger he held. He shifted, able to peek around the corner without being seen. 

  "Then tell them that! Tell them you refuse sessions until you've had time to rest."

  "I have. I know I have. I never should have brokered this deal, it felt off. Killian was the reason I said yes to it, and even he was acting bizarre. I know you wanted to think it was you, but he was the tipping point."

  Lilly looked at her oddly, her face paling. "How was he acting bizarre? When did you talk about it?" 

  "He was - he brought it up that I should take the deal. I asked and he said you had told him, but he was just, his mannerisms were so strange. He acted like -" 

  "Like Cruella?" Lilly asked, her voice going low, and serious. "Emma, I didn't tell Killian anything. He came to me and said he was drugged, darted with kraken's ink and a potent dose of belladonna. If he wasn't the Dark One he would have died ." 

  Killian felt like he'd been dipped in cold water at the mention of a darkness, his spine turning to a column of ice. The feeling passed as quickly as it came. 

  "Instead, he said he woke up to find out that you went under. He was furious, said that he should have protected you, and I begged him to take the draught to reach you in sleep like I had. He did after yelling at me for being an idiot, and now he's here. He has never known what is happening with my people or me, never agreed to let you do this. If these aren't your memories -" 

  "They're his. That's the only explanation. I wouldn't be surprised if some of yours are mixed up in these too, but I can't remember a lot that came before any longer."

  Lilly shifted nervously, grimacing. "I guessed as much, but this is insane - What are you going to do? Being in his head with the Darkness - If you really are forgetting more each time, or all of it, how do we know this is really him, or if the Darkness can get to you or - "

  "I'm going to tell him everything. He's real. I trust him." Emma said firmly, taking a few steps towards his location. "I'm absolutely sure the Darkness isn't here. It's just him." He froze, but Lilly stood, shaking her head with a small smile. 

  "'Just him'." Lilly laughed. "You don't just trust him, you love -" 

  "I know. I know Lilly. Gods help me should I ever escape, he will never feel the same," Emma muttered, her blushing face making the green in her eyes so bright when they met his as he stood from his hiding spot. 

  Stepping out of her room, he ignored her sputtering protests and roughly brought her lips to his. She melted into the kiss, hands going from fluttering in surprise to gripping his shoulders to pull him closer, his tongue chasing hers tentatively. 

  Lily groaned, throwing her hands up. "Gross," she muttered, and sat in a dining chair with a huff. 

  "Well, hi," Emma sighed out, murmuring against his lips. His forehead touched hers, and she smiled up at him radiantly. 

  "Good morning." 

  "I have wanted that for so many, many mornings, so yes. It is a good morning at last," Emma whispered, her fingers holding tightly just below the hair at the nape of his neck, their next kiss broken by Lilly's loud throat clearing. 

  "I don't know which I like worse, you pining after each other or you pawing at each other. Just mate and be done with it, Fiore I beg thee," Lilly groaned. Emma giggled lightly and Lilly grumbled as she made her way out the door. "I'll be back in one hour to plan. Get your fill of face sucking until I return. If you forget after Cruella makes her move, it's likely going to take a while before it happens again."

  "Lilly?" Emma called after her friend. 

  "Yeah?" 

  "Thank you for looking after us. If I forget again, remember how happy I am that you are watching out for me," Emma said with sincerity. Killian felt a twinge of anger he could not explain, an itch at the back of his mind that tried to move forward. 

  Lilly looked sad, but blushed bashfully. "Don't thank me, Emma. Besides, what are friends for?"

  She left, lingering in the doorway for just a moment while Emma tightly hugged him, before shutting the door quietly behind her. Killian had the vague memory of a dragon burning down a castle, Emma calling the dragon a traitor as it flew, asking it why, begging it to stop while using its name - Lilly. 

  The thought never passed his lips, Emma sending him to the floor to press herself against him. 

  "I've wanted to kiss you again so badly here, so many times when you told me that the lives we were together in weren't real -" 

  "Emma," He pulled away abruptly, concerned. "I understand that both you and Lilly buy into this idea that we all are cursed, but I need you to understand that a future together means letting that go."

  "But - you don't believe me? Please, I'm not crazy, I -" 

  Killian shook his head, gently smoothing her curls. "No one said anything about you being crazy, love. Please, just listen."

  "You are accusing me of imagining this then, that's it? And Lilly's just what, tolerating me or placating me?" Emma looked at him with clear upset, pulling off of him and back to sit on her heels. "Don't be pedestrian -" 

  "I need you to hear me out, please." Sitting up, he grabbed for her hands with his own, his hook against her thigh. Her distrusting look of appraisal did not send him comfort. "Milah wrote me letters, she said she saw the way you looked at me and how I looked at you, but she wanted you to be better. She thought both of us deserved a chance where you were healthy of mind."

  "I wish you had just remembered." Emma pulled her hands from him, rising to her feet. Killian reached for her, but she shook her head and turned away from him. "You never trust me, or yourself. Don't you feel any sense of this being wrong? Please, Killian."

  "If I humor you, will you please consider treatment of some sort? It pains me to see you go into fits, even if it brought you to feel something for me. I don't want to take advantage of that."

  "Fine, you want to humor me? How big is this island?" Emma stood, glaring at him with her eyes narrowed. Fire flashed behind the green of her pupils. "Why have your brother and Elsa only shown up when you think they should? And Olaf, that sweet boy, why has he disappeared? Why can't you remember why you have a hook for a hand, or why your father and Nemo have gone without a trace, or even how old you are or what day it is?"

  "I - That's - That's preposterous, and insulting to my family -" He stood, shaking his head. 

  The island was large but had strange terrain, that was true. The Blackwater was rocky cliffs, pine forest, and dark ocean with stone buildings. The Baelfire was shrubby inland swamp and bog with beautiful flower fields. The beach and town were peaceful sandy coves that lead up to apple orchards and pumpkins, all within at most a half hour’s walk in any direction... Why did he not remember the cartography? He was raised to be in the navy, as Liam was, he should be able to say with certainty. And yes, his brother. Liam and Elsa had taken over the Blackwater when Father had gone. Nemo and Father did not check in with him, they were grown men who were probably sailing the warmer coasts. Olaf had to have gone to some school or back to Elsa's kingdom, that was easy enough. 

  His hook caught the light, and he tried to make out the memory of why it shot pain through him. A shard of something had pierced him, but the memory being foggy was just a side effect. As for his age, he'd stopped caring to count, and as for the day, it was a Saturday because the library opened whenever he felt like it. The library opened whenever he felt like it, but later than usual on Saturday's, and rarely on Sunday's. The pervasive feelings of something not being right or wrongness in some thoughts or feelings regarding memory was just her casting doubt. 

  "I knew Elsa when she was alive. I know of Liam, from her, from my home, and you. I tried to keep Milah alive for as long as I could. Please, just listen."

  "Don't you dare twist her death," he hissed, pointing a finger at her, and advancing slightly. Not Milah. Emma couldn't - 

  "I'm not twisting anything, Killian. I hated every minute of not being able to keep your memory of her alive. I tried so hard, and it took so much magic just - " 

  He moved toward the door, now furious himself. "Enough."

  Emma blocked his exit, grabbing him roughly to turn him as they moved outside. "Why won't you just believe me? Why can't you trust me, this one time without me being pulled apart to prove it to you? Why can't you just trust yourself enough to know that this is all wrong? You promised me!" Emma screamed at him. 

  "I thought I could handle this, and I was wrong. If I'm tied into your madness, I refuse to play into it like Lilly does. I can't, I can't do it, and this is why. I'm sorry, Emma." He pushed past, and he heard her frustrated cry as she sat on the stairs leading to the cottage. 

  He would swear that he heard her say something else as he left, words swallowed by the trees and his own anger. 

  "I'm so tired of hearing you apologize to me, Killian."

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  A day passed by, and Killian steadfastly held onto his anger with Emma despite the nagging voice of reason that tried to corrode his stubbornness. Three parts of his whole argued cyclically : If (A very small if, at that) Emma was mad, he had still promised to help and support her, but had instead acted in anger over something she conceivably couldn't help. If she wasn't mad (a large if), it could be that she brought up his family to push him out of anger, some sort of resentment for her own situation with her orphan past and adoptive family, meaning he had every right to be angry despite her clear emotional distress. If she wasn't mad, and somehow what she was saying was all true about past lives, living ghosts, and false memories (the largest if, by far), he had presumably left her before and she was terrified of the consequences of that abandonment. 

  It's easier to fight with himself when he's opening the dusty bottle of rum, ignored since Emma had eclipsed his lonely routines. 

  "Emma! Please love, answer me, I remember and I am sorry -" 

  Red claws raised, the woman who is not a woman lets Emma crumple at her feet, Isaac and Lilly watching dispassionately from their mounts. 

  "Too late puppy," she giggles. 

  He isn't graceful when he throws Emma over his shoulders, running into the woods away from the laughing false queen as she blows her horn. A fox calling a human hunt, his memory laughs at an unamusing joke at their expense. Killian tries to hide them, tries his hardest to nestle them in the gnarled roots of a creek bank. Emma blinks awake, looking at him as a stranger while he begs her to be quiet. When she says his name again, it's with a veneer of defeat. 

  "It's alright Killian. You won't remember dying here, and it doesn't hurt for long." Her hand tries in a feeble attempt to staunch the bleeding, face going paler as seconds fly by. "A little pain, then it's like falling asleep."

  The black and white dogs - no not dogs, foxes - find them with ease. Killian pulls her from hiding to run, and Emma obliges even in her injured exhaustion. They duck behind trees and bushes, hooves growing louder by the second. Emma is calm, her face set in marble, completely impassive unlike he's ever seen her. This is his fault. 

  "I'm so sorry I left you alone, I didn't -" he tries, but she stops him with a slow shake of her head. She takes his hand as hoofbeats shake the ground. They're going to die, they are going to be killed - no. They're going to be separated, this is what happens when they are taken away from the other, violence to make it easier to rip them apart. 

  "I'm so tired of hearing you apologize to me, Killian," she whispers, stumbling slightly. The arrows in her back don't feel real, but nothing does because it isn't , and the next volley that hits him hurts for just a moment, before he's waking up to Liam saying someone's washed ashore. The nightmare forgotten in a child's curiosity, lost within another dream. 

  His head pounded as he woke from too much drink, groaning at the feeling of being so hungover. He couldn't focus, even as his hands pressed into his eyes to abate the throb of his skull. His hand throbbed too, the cut pulsing and angry. 

  Pulling his hands back slowly in confusion, he looked hard at the gash that halved his palm, the way his fingers have stiffened into a claw like hook, the swollen flesh red and angry. Blinking, he stared in disbelief, until the illusion disappeared before his very eyes and the silver metal of his hook lay heavy on his knee. It shot a not so phantom pain through his arm, and Killian felt ill.

  From his home it is a ten minute sprint to the Blackwater, the doors pushed wide open into the courtyard that is being reclaimed by evergreen and moss. It smells like rain, clouds thick in the sky, making it look like a blanket of eggshell and gray set out to block the sun. Liam shouted after him when he ran past, greeting him in confusion while Killian searched for the room he knows he does not remember. 

  Is a room still a room if it isn't remembered? If a tree falls in it and no one is there to hear, does it still exist? 

  The door handle was an elegant french curve, but was placed high on the door at just below his chest level, his stomach turning at the memory brought back to this place. He hadn't opened the door since he was twelve, his height not catching up with him until later. The handle was where he would have remembered reaching for it, remembering opening it to see his pale mother waste away in her quiet room until the day she wore her death shroud. 

  Liam called down the corridor, but Killian pushed the door open regardless, its blurred images and blank areas making bile rise in his throat. The bed was clearly defined, its canopy like a mouth and where Killian had always looked first no matter what. Nothing else in the room could draw his eye from his mother in her pink velvet bed with its many tassels and golden pull cord. The pull cord appeared, falling down from the ceiling to the bedside, his sudden memory of it bringing it into the tableau. Liam reached from behind him and sighed, closing the door. 

  "Don't do that to yourself little brother," Liam said, solemnly. "Leave her room closed, there's nothing but bad memories of her in there." 

  Killian couldn't help the insane bubble of laughter that burst from his mouth at the word 'memories', leaving a stunned and purpling Liam behind as he ran from the Blackwater to Emma's cabin. It took ten minutes to get there, and he panted out laughter at the absurdity of the truths Emma had laid out, calling her name. She didn't answer, leaving him to look for her behind her cottage, the beach down the trail, or anywhere else she preferred to go when she needed quiet. It was as if she had disappeared into thin air. A storm was rolling in, his nerves less important than finding Emma. He looped around again, surprised and then not at how easy it was to loop the island. This time he saw a flash of gold in the cliffs that lay just past her cabin. 

  Emma was pressed tightly to a ledge, sitting to lean against the rock as it crumbled from her scrabbling feet, one hand holding on to a root tightly and the other holding her opposite shoulder. The light muslin gown she wore was dark red under her hand. 

  "Emma?" he yelled up at her, her wide eyes meeting his. She pressed fingers to her lips in a wince, looking up at the cliffs as if expecting something. Killian began looking for a way up to her, the green smoke pouring over the edge catching him off guard. It swirled over the rocks, its mass forming a shape that resembled a clawed talon. 

  There was no explanation for how it picked Emma up, and flung her off the cliff face to the hard packed earth below. 

  Sprinting towards her as fast as his legs could carry him, he ran to  where she lay sprawled on her side, her pale dress bright against the dark sand. Panic set in when she did not react at his touch. He brought her into his arms, rubbing her cold limbs. They warmed, and she sputtered, making a small keening noise when she moved. Her breathing was shallow, but she cracked a smile when her eyes opened to meet his own. 

  "Maybe we should reexamine the idea of you being mad, because I believe that it may be spreading," he whispered, leaning her over so she could cough. 

  "Killian," Emma sighed in relief when she had caught her breath.

  "Darling, I don't know what is happening, but we're going to be alright. I'm sorry I didn't believe you, I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust by leaving you like that. I won't let anyone - "  Two figures appeared on the far side of the beach, walking towards them as the sky turned to grey ash. Emma shook her head, panicking.

  "I can't keep them from us, I'm too weak. I used everything I could on you and Milah," she whispered, her shoulder very clearly broken as she winced from trying to hold his hand. 

  Knitting his brow, he looked at their village leaders, Cruella and Isaac, then back to Emma. "Don't worry, it's Isaac and I'll just tell him -" 

  "No. You don't understand, we don't have time. I'm - Killian, I'm done for here. You don't need to die, you can hide, it will be easier if you hide. I don't want them to punish you. You're defenseless here, and they're going to drain me. Please, find me again. For now, you must go." Emma gave Killian an apologetic smile. 

  Isaac moved from behind her, wrenching her away with tremendous force. Lilly appeared from down the cliffside, the sky darkening to pitch as she tried to loosen Isaac's grip. Cruella surveyed the scene with a cruel smirk, her profile like ink on silk, eyes predatory as she strode towards him. 

  "Isaac, it seems that we have some resistance. Emma, isn't it about time you forget about your problems for a bit? Lilly, Killian, don't you want your friend to relax?" Cruella purred. Her words were like mulled wine and honey, and Killian felt his head go fuzzy. 

  Killian nodded, compelled to let Emma go into Isaac's grip, as Lilly hesitated. 

  "Please Lilly, don't do this. Please, we're friends. Killian and I have to go -" 

  Isaac interrupted with a wheezing noise, clamping a hand over Emma's mouth. "Lilly, do you want your cut or not?"

  Lilly nodded solemnly. 

  Emma cried behind Isaac's palm, eyes flickering to look at them all as he searched for a way out as she struggled. The earth shook, the sky almost as dark as pitch, lightning and thunder assaulting the beach. Killian noticed he didn't feel discomfort, not even worry. The warmth in his chest made him feel tired, even as a place in his mind screamed that he needed to focus on Emma, get Emma out - 

  He let his eyes slowly meet her own, watching as Isaac removed his hand, letting go of Emma, her back arching and fists balling. Her eyes wrenched shut and she trembled, silently screaming, as magic poured out of her into Isaac's slowly moving palm. Isaac sighed, eyes fluttering, and stepped away. 

  Lilly raised a rock in front of Emma, holding what looked to be a mere smoothed lava stone, but in reality was a magical artifact, and Killian watched as again magic flowed out of Emma's body, curling tendrils softly wrapping around the stone and making it glow slightly. Before Lilly could pull away, Cruella threw her aside, standing in front of Emma with their noses almost touching. Killian felt his heart beat faster, and that voice calling on him to do something, do anything, was so loud now. 

  "Cruella, don't -" Isaac started, but was thrown aside with a flick of her red fingernails, disappearing into the air. Lilly charged the woman from the side, and Cruella simply laughed, and snapped her fingers, Lilly crumpling nearby. 

  "Now then. Let's make the best use of this meeting, my sweetly dreaming little princess.” With her black and white hair blowing in the wind, she turned to Killian with a wide grin that made the angles of her face dark with shadows. Her red amulet seemed to smolder, green smoke pouring from around her. "Lover boy can watch so he can see what it is he's up against every time he ruins one of these dreams. It doesn't matter how many you destroy, I'll make sure that she is happy and get what I want. You won't take her from me, puppy." 

  Emma made a small noise of protest, but Cruella's long fingers sprung out to wrap around her neck. Emma’s eyes shot open, wide and completely white, powerful magic pouring off her while her tears reflected on her cheeks like diamonds. 

  Killian took a step toward them, and another, stumbling on the now uneven sand. Looking toward the village, he could see it breaking away, floating in places as it caved in on itself. As if the information was always there in his mind, he knew with a dulled realization that his brother, his family, were all long dead or never there. 

  Cruella's cackle made his head snap to look at Emma, watching as the magic that was like rays of sunshine was being pulled into Cruella's body, the light swirls of it going dark as it touched her. Emma's fists went limp, her fingers uncurling and head beginning to loll, her own magic mixing with the dark of Cruella's, going more of a gray before dimming. Cruella let her drop to the sand, the small patch of beach they all were on the only thing left on a stark white canvas as she disappeared in a cloud of dark black smoke. His legs still felt leaden, but Killian moved in a clumsy and scrabbling crawl towards Emma, finding her barely breathing, her nose and ears bleeding slightly. The beach shrunk further as he cradled her closely, Lilly's unconscious body disappearing. 

  Fractures appeared around them, the whiteness creeping up with speed. Emma's eyes flickered open briefly, dull and tired, looking up at him with confusion. 

  "Who…?" she murmured, before falling back into unconsciousness. 

  The white had crept up all around them, Killian’s foot falling off the crumbling edge he now balanced on, Emma's legs almost pulling him away and into the nothingness. He gathered her closer, pulling her onto his lap, before they fell into the white abyss. It darkened quickly, smoke and debris making them spin, Emma's body tucked into his own. 

  Stroking her hair he kissed her forehead, whispering softly that they would be alright, their descent either slowing or bodies growing used to the velocity. She didn't answer or stir, her breathing at least steady, but he felt her nose begin to drip again and tore off a piece of his shirt to hold there. She struggled then, frustrated that her nose was blocked most likely, waking briefly. 

  "What….?" 

  "Emma, I don't know -" 

  "Emma? Who…? Who is Emma?" she asked, confused. 

  "You're Emma, Princess Emma. That's your name, please -" 

  "I'm Emma? Who are you then? Where are we and why can't I see you?" She touched his face, slowly running her hand over his cheek. "I know you."

  "Yes, love. You do. I'm -" 

  And then he gripped nothing, the hand on his cheek replaced with a gentle stirring of cold air, silence falling around him in the vacuum of where the princess no longer was. He shook his head, suddenly confused. The princess, he'd called her that hadn't he? Memories assaulted him one after the other without mercy. 

  Yes, the princess, the sleeping princess, her body next to his in the Kitsune cathedral, raised on a dais of marble. Lilly begging him to wake her, his own fears after waking from some attack confirmed, warning that the imprisoned Kitsunes had made their play, and Emma - 

  Emma was in danger of wasting away, becoming a husk of what she was. She lay so still, he could see the memory of her pale face and body dressed in the crimson color of the apples in their orchard, the square cut of the neckline barely moving. The Darkness had rejoiced and asked the Dragon princess to take the shard, but Killian had fought for her, made the draughts himself from the library to join her, and when he failed, she brought him back again and again. 

  How many times had he failed her? How many times did she have to whisper for him to remember or to find her, always to find her? That this time he was her savior and the guide out of this place? 

  Isaac's voice hissed right in his ear, "Come then, villain. We will let you be the hero." Killian fumbled through the smoke, searching for the man flailing through darkness. The world spun faster and faster, the crack to the side of his head mercifully stopping its wandering. 

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  The real losers in this terrible scheme are as always, the Other's prey: its own kind taken mercilessly. They don't know the secret of their cull, the Other hides her falsehoods from them with care. They believe that the Other is a force of good. 

  Emma knows better. 

  An empty husk cannot reveal the Other's secret and her deceit. If Emma were to wake and tell tales of the Other taking more magic than needed, of creating these hollowed out husks to gorge itself, of the monster that waits in shadow to feast, or of its rigging the system to snub even what was once called friend - the result would be turmoil. 

  It's been easier to fix the game every single attempt, the process growing smooth, but this has been the easiest yet for the Other to win. Usually, the Other's pet, the Author, shares this stolen magic with the island after the unlucky victim burns out, grinding to nothing. They hollow, empty themselves, become hungry ghosts that fall together to have something in their lonely attempts to fill themselves with life. They go willingly to their ends for ideas of glory and duty, of the chance to be a savior; they believe they know the heaviness of the title. It's trickery, trickery that Emma herself has fallen for - a sacrifice that is supposed to be just a marginal chance in a lottery, but this time Emma is here instead. It's a welcome gift the Other cannot believe has fallen into its lap, a hen house full of plump chickens unlike anything the Other dared to dream of, a never-ending meal for its gluttonous creation. 

  In this place, realities are mixing together and Emma is losing her mind, sometimes even within memories that are not her own; minds immersing in each other in overlap. It is almost too easy for the Other to win this game. 

  Emma's magic keeps coming without end, magic that is draining steadily to break this curse that Regina and Queen Snow have bungled. A spell that is both broken and at the same time not; cast wrong in the midst of war, cast by a distraught friend turned foe knowing that she must do something to prevent more death. It is a blade with a double edge, the spell meant to banish and preserve under a barrier, its power never anticipated being fought against. The many cracks in the spell have given way to create effects in the spell's makeup, rippling out into a terrible fate that no one could have foreseen. How do creatures made mostly of magic themselves survive without it? The barrier decays slowly, but the magic within leaks free through the cracks. The creature claws at it haplessly, and the Other simply held out until their lucky day. 

  The chance that Emma can give them freedom is too great to pass up, even if just for a few of them. No one could ever suspect the greater good is only for the few. 

  Emma falls again, and she is sure the Other is somewhere, smiling as it drains her, and pushes her one step closer to being devoid of everything.  

  *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

  The smell of tobacco and the feel of velvet registered in Killian’s mind as he stuttered to waking, the confusion and memories of what had passed hitting him in blurred increments. He was sitting in a wingback chair, the velvet arms a taupe color that complimented the quilt that covered part of the back. The room he was situated in was tall and rounded, stretched tall with shelves that seemed to go on for a great while. Windows dotted the circular walls where bookcases stuffed with tomes did not, and beams stuck out here and there as if they had been jammed in by a giant's great hand. The wood was wrapped thickly in rope that served as pulleys, dreamcatchers and strange charms hanging from any other unclaimed space. Scrolls, crystals, and sculptures sat in disarray all over the shelving. Beside him a fireplace crackled merrily, and across from him sat a chair matching his own, where Isaac looked on expectantly. 

  Killian attempted to spring up from his chair to throttle the smaller man, but reddish smoke appeared around him as Isaac yelped. The smoke formed heavy chains that pulled him back to his seat, Isaac looking at him from behind hands raised to protect his face. 

  "Wait, wait!" Isaac gasped out, and Killian struggled against the manacles. "Hold on -" 

  "Where's Emma?" Killian yelled, and Isaac lowered his hands. Killian tried again to lunge at him, Isaac flinching back slightly, but could not move farther than just above his seat. He growled, and Isaac laughed nervously. 

  "All in good time. Are you settled? We have a lot to discuss, my boy." Isaac sighed. "Tea? It's a dream, so I can get you any kind either of us has in our memory -" 

  "Where," Killian gritted out, "Is Emma you rotten---" 

  "No tea then. Okay. Well." Clapping his hands on his lap, Isaac looked at Killian with a patient smile. "How much do you remember?" 

  "Emma is asleep under your bloody rites, which she was tricked into because you are all well and good in some madness about sacrifices -" 

  "Yes well, living is quite important to us, as a species and just as a whole biological imperative," Isaac said with a bit of nervous amusement in his tone.

  "You're killing your own kind, you wanking imbecile -" 

  "No, no, no - I'm not. That's not the intention or my purpose. I didn't even know about the hungry ghosts until a few cycles ago. Even then, Cruella is the monster. I want the Kits to go back, I don't like doing all this," he gestured, and Killian narrowed his eyes. "I'd rather be writing other things, you know." 

  "Writing?" Killian blinked, his confusion making Isaac grin. 

  "Yes, writing. I can write fantasies that happen in the dreamscape or if someone has altered perception. I write three strengthening tasks for this ritual normally, but… Emma has made that a bit more difficult." He pressed his fingers close together as if to pinch, in a gesture showing a small amount. "She's doing most of the work, I give her a few vague notions and boom - she's drowned the page in what she wants or expects to happen, or what you want or you expect to happen."

  Killian let his shoulders sag. He thought for a moment, before asking quietly, "How long have we actually been here?" 

  "Just over a week. It's incredible, really. We've pulled you both from each other's minds so many times. You won't believe how many dreamcatchers I've had to make, but Emma, she fights that like it's nothing. A mere parlor trick." Isaac made a noise like a scoff, rubbing his temples. "Usually a Kitsune would have burned out around the third dream. Now, I've lost count how many iterations we've been through, some stacked on top of the other. The main formula remains the same, though: She dreams, we drain her magic that is heightened by the fantasy, and then it restarts. With Emma, it was hard to get her to restart initially, especially when you entered the picture. We started having to, well. Kill you both."

  Blanching, Killian could not hide the shock on his face. Isaac laughed lightly, trying to pat him on the knee as he reared back from the man's touch. 

  Tutting slightly, Isaac shook his head. "Oh, don't be too upset. It only hurts in the dream and only for a moment… at least for you that is. I have no idea about your lady. She's entirely beyond my understanding, and her magic is unpredictable to the extent of creating chaos on already unstable magic."

  Killian was floored, almost collapsing as if to melt into the armchair that mirrored Isaac's. Isaac continued on as Killian laid his head in his hands, one hand, no longer a hook, scratching at his scalp softly. He ached for Emma to be there to hear this, process this with him, possibly from the fact she currently shared his mind. 

  "Which, I mean, I can understand, it's old, esoteric magic work, but not failure proof. Like the separation of your little friend the Darkness. That took skill, and I was lucky to get it out on the first go, especially since you were quite the unexpected guest." Isaac gestured as if flicking off dirt. Killian stared at his hands, watching them shake. 

  Isaac cleared his throat, suddenly aware he was no longer being attentively listened to. Killian’s eyes snapped back and he continued on. 

  "But not my book, alright, and that's what - I mean as a researcher you must understand, I'm floored. The book has some of the strongest magic in these worlds, realms, and planes - and here, your 'Lass' is, fighting it off as if it was a glamour. Some people remember once or twice, but not everyday, and bringing herself to you or you to her! You weren't even supposed to fall asleep the first time, but you must have done something - a potion or draught maybe?" He rubbed his chin, thoughtful, before shaking the idea away. 

  "Regardless, there should have been no second time, but she just summoned you in like you were supposed to be there. We kept trying to stop you from saving her, or whatever she wanted. It's just incredible. It's not, it's just not feasible that she can break through in every pocket of memory, or time - we were completely blindsided by Milah, Liam, and Erica? No, Elsa, that's right; Emma's mind or magic - haven't figured out which yet - will not allow you to not have good memories, nothing could fight my quill with her giving the ink. If one of us stepped in to try and correct her, give her a little punishment by way of hurting you in some way, she would find a way around it. She's fascinating." 

  "So why are you letting this happen? Are you going to give her to Cruella?" Killian gripped the arms of the chair, heart racing again at the thought. "I won't let you -" 

  "Cruella?" Isaac let out a bark of surprised laughter, shaking his head. "No, no. Cruella isn't a friend of mine. We are… We rely on each other with a mutual vehement dislike. Cruella is just a leech that can shapeshift and manipulate, like her imitation of you to convince Emma or her thrall on the beach there. That won't work again on you, or at least not very well, her thrall is a one trick pony. Cruella has a great love of the finer things in life, and I helped her get them with my quill. She used me as she uses anyone within her reach. I haven't stopped since finding out about her trickery, because it would be a suicide mission. She'd make me a puppet or chain me away."

  "You still should have said something you coward! How can you just sit there -" 

  "Because I don't have the trust of Mal and Zorro like Cruella does. Understand, Dark One, that they may rule this island on the surface, but it is that Kitsune She-Devil who pulls the strings and has everyone under her thrall." Isaac looked sad for a moment, but it quickly left his face as if he remembered himself. He cleared his throat and began again. 

  "Cruella, Maleficent, Regina and by proxy, myself, had plans to kill Snow Whitehart of the United Realms before she could take her place as queen. Maleficent and the traitor, Regina, backed out after Maleficent found herself with child, and Regina's precious Daniel Equi was killed by Goblins. They ran to the crown, and Regina's punishment was banishing her two closest friends to an island they cannot leave. Eternity is a long time on an island that you cannot escape. I don't care to stay, and I wouldn't mind to go." Isaac drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair before turning himself to sit sideways, head resting in his palm while his elbow pressed into the place his fingers had been. 

  Killian cocked his head confused. "You're safe here though, with plenty of food and that library -" 

  "Not exactly 'safe'. We're - both Kitsune and Dragons - Elemental beings. Not having magic stung as the spell began to decay from our attempts, but it's been fixed since we came up with the Harvest. We'd all rather not find out what happens when there is no magic as we are creatures that rely on it for survival," Isaac laughed darkly. 

  "I'm not in the lottery because I'm integral to keeping up the magic supply they divvy up. Que sera sera, as they say. Some of us have made peace, some gripe about the sacrifice, but Cruella has never known calm in her life. Especially now, since she's gotten quite a taste for Emma's powers, more so than ever. Hollowed out Kitsune after Kitsune doing her feeding, it's a shame." The same sad look crossed Isaac's face, like a cloud darkening where sunshine had been. Isaac rubbed his palm over his eyes and forehead, as if to rub it away, grunting slightly. 

  "Cruella wants to break out of this cage with her monster and do whatever it is her Goddess complex entails, and who should saunter into her web but a magic buffet that can do just that. Right now she's probably realized that we're talking, and looking for a way to prevent her prey from leaving. I truly think Emma will be left here a husk if Cruella has her way, taking all of her magic and letting her be the last piece to her collection of enraged spirits. I'm sure the princess has plenty of anger to feed that creature." The man shuddered, grimacing and closing his eyes tightly. 

  Killian blinked, turning his head to the side slightly to question Isaac. "What creature?" 

  "You haven't seen it then, the hungry ghosts all together?" Isaac raised a brow, sitting upright. "Oh, so you don't know about Cruella's pet! When you see that beast, you won't forget it. Cruella keeps it… hungry."

  "How do I stop her? How can I protect Emma?" Killian almost pleaded, worry lacing the words. 

  "I think if Emma has nightmares in succession, she can escape with you. Cruella won't like it because you'll expose her avarice and her plans, but me, I'm not greedy. I'm simply curious. If I had my way, I'd want you both to stay so I can study her magic." Isaac waved his hand, with a flourish and the manacles that bound his wrists fell away to smoke. "I want to see if I can contain it like your dark little secret, or see if we can create a power supply from longevity, so if she were to stay - " 

  "Stay?" Killian interrupted. 

  "Yes, stay. We're secured against Goblin filth, you don't have the Darkness in you here, she doesn't have to go to war. She's safe, like her parents probably wanted. I'd let her sleep a few days each week, and she could have memories of her family there or dream of whatever she wanted. Emma's happy here, and once Maleficent gets wind of this, she won't have anymore of this distress with Cruella. Cruella will be lucky if she gets to experience distress, Mal will probably eat her in a single bite." Isaac let out a delighted laugh, turning again in his seat and giggling at the thought. He wiped tears from his eyes, throwing them aside. 

  Raising a finger and wagging it, he turned his head to look at Killian. "But, more importantly, you're happy here, and you're free. No need for that nightmare business or any unhappy thoughts. That's the other option, you see; you could give in. It's a paradise. There's always the off chance she truly does free us, as that would be preferable. I'm just looking at odds that say not good. The least favorable of course goes unsaid, but I'm inclined to think you like my alternative."

  "I couldn't. Emma is fighting this with every bit of strength she has. She's made it clear that she can't possibly - she doesn't want to be here." Killian took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "She wants to actually find her family, be free of this, save her people and -" 

  "And now she has friends here, " Isaac shrugged, "You could be the hero for once, not the villain. I mean, don't you want that? She doesn't seem so clear when she figures out that this is really you. You could be a little selfish, Lieutenant."

  "Those feelings - She doesn't really feel that way." Killian looked away, but could feel Isaac's smile without needing to see it. "And I can't do that to her, I can't lo - I can't enjoy her friendship only to have her realize that I…" 

  "You're going to give up a chance to see what it could be like if she and you were something more?" Killian tried to protest but Isaac silenced him with a noise. 

"Ah, ah! The dear little princess obviously reciprocates your," Isaac coughed, laughing slightly as he made a strange gesture with his fingers, enunciating, "'Hidden Feelings'. And why wouldn't she? Without your Darkness, and her desire to die trying to save a kingdom that will war for ages after this, you two are pretty well matched."

  Swallowing hard, Killian looked down at his boots. "No."

  "Hm. Well, what do you say we give you both a few more days. Emma can't be taken out yet, she's still dreaming what is written. After that, she will be back to the waking world, hopefully with the barrier broken." Isaac sat up again, letting out a loud gasp. "Saaaaay -  man to man, how about I do you a little favor? I'll make it so she knows who you are, and if all goes right, that she won't remember a single bit of this."

  "Why? Just her and I, of what it could have been if we were just ordinary? Why would I do that to myself?" Killian looked at Isaac, his narrowed eyes easily showing his incredulity. 

  "Because she won't remember, and because once that toxic sludge climbs back on your bones, you'll at least have had a moment of happiness with her, before her inevitable end. Even a husk is a better option than what awaits her out there if she fails. That's a heavy risk, and I would wager that with your little dark conscience there, you might not be able to bet on anything but what it believes is the winning horse." Isaac shrugged once more, Killian's chest aching. "Regardless of if you want her to see you like this one last time or not, she's going to dream. Take it, or you can leave it."

  "No tricks?" Killian said slowly. "What dream will she have?" 

  "No tricks. I don't know what her dream will be," Isaac shrugged again, scratching his balding head. "Whatever she's thinking of strongly, enough to enter the slumber."

  "How can I trust you? What about Cruella?"

  "You can't. I could just write another ending, make another dreamcatcher, tweak and twist things as much as I can against her magic making you miserable while keeping you trapped - but, I do prefer happy endings, the happiest for everyone being the barrier’s destruction. As the Kitsune leader, I'd prefer them to stop being turned into mindless zombies, and to be able to get good rice wine again." The reddish smoke appeared again, morphing into a red porcelain decanter patterned with a golden dragon. Two small cups without handles followed after it as they bounced down to Isaac. He offered some to Killian, but Killian shook his head. One of the cups vanished in a puff of smoke. 

"I've been desperate for it, and they make the best batches in the Eastern mountains. As for Cruella, who knows what that witch is doing at any time; best to believe it's malicious and plan for the worst." 

  He threw back his glass, shivering with glee as it went down. The decanter and cup dissolved into nothing. 

  Killian hesitated for a long moment, leaning forward to place his face in his hands and scrub hard at the back of his neck. "You swear to me that she won't remember? That this, whatever this is, once we are out of here she'll be okay? That I can give her a chance, that she can maybe find someone worthy of her once she saves her family?" 

  "Wow, you actually believe she can succeed! You of all people know I can't guarantee safety for the princess. I'm doing the best I can as it is. If you want to stay around and protect her, feel free to risk it. I have no idea." Killian scowled at the man, who cocked his head mockingly. "Are you sure that you want to waste this obvious devotion you have for your lady love?" Isaac grinned. 

  "Isaac. Answer me. Will she remember?"

  "Yes, yes. She won't remember. You'll have your precious memories, and only you." Reaching forward, Isaac offered his hand. "Deal?" 

  Killian hesitated, before reluctantly shaking the man's hand.

  *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

  Falling out of the dream from Isaac's push was like going from a pillow bed to a vat of tar. The Darkness attacked him instantaneously, the feeling of it like a great ripping and writhing mass as it reclaimed every inch of him that had reprieve. Its voice was shrill, sensations overwhelming all at once, its attempts to force him to stop his endeavors disarming. 

  TAKE THE SHARD! TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT NOW! TAKE IT OR ELSE - TAKE IT AND FREE US, FREE US SO WE MAY HAVE OUR LIFE BACK IN THE SHADOWS

  It went on, never ending. The voice could scream for as long as it needed. Killian did not find he cared. 

  Emma lay still, hands folded at the waist, a satin wrapped bouquet wilting against her bosom. His attention elsewhere, the Darkness shrieked in fury. Killian let it, let it begin breaking him again, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers cracked as he pulled them away, but he ignored them. Laying on his cot next to her, he laughed quietly to himself, the Darkness trying desperately to keep him in its clutches without success. 

  DON’T YOU DARE! COWARD! 

  Its snarling howls fell away, the falling sensation abating as he landed in a soft seat while a balmy late spring day appeared out a large open window next to him. Flower petals fell over a courtyard, the garden spectacular in its beauty. The walls were high on the other side, huge windows allowing a view from multiple stories of what could be nothing but the palace. 

  Orchestral music played somewhere nearby, the polished floors gleaming in the light of a chandelier. Standing up from the plush, velvet wingback chair, Killian walked towards the sound of the music. A hand clapped him on the back, the familiarity of it and the warmth spreading through him and bringing back so many memories, and Killian readied himself as he turned. 

  "Younger brother! It's about time you saunter into your own bash." Liam grinned at him. Killian felt a deep pang of loss followed by gratitude for the ability to see his brother again. Emma's doing, no doubt. He quirked an eyebrow swallowing back any sadness with a smirk, and let himself have the moment. 

  "Do my ears deceive me, or does my ancient and senile brother actually refer to me correctly as younger?" he quipped. A servant brought by a drink assortment, Liam taking a tumbler while Killian waved the man away. 

  "Don't despair, Killian. This courtesy lasts only for tonight - nothing about your award ceremony can be little, especially when it coincides with a chance to mingle with your pick of lovely women vying for your attention." Liam sipped his drink, walking in the direction of the music, Killian walking next to him. His brother was in full regalia which explained his own, but he couldn't place what ceremony they could be at together at the palace. In his time in the Navy, Killian had only seen the old grounds, not the always growing and subtly shifting palace Emma knew. It had been in construction secretly during war time, Liam only seeing the beginnings of it and construction concepts. 

  "Brother," Liam said sternly, and Killian fell from his thoughts. 

  "Hm, yes?" 

  "I said," Liam sighed, rolling his eyes. "Are there any in particular that you have a fancy for? I've heard rumors, but they cannot possibly be correct."

  "I, well..." Killian’s face heated, thinking of the princess. The thought occurred to him that Milah may be in this dream too if he wasn't careful. He licked his lips, but Liam interrupted, giving his arm a squeeze. 

  "I know it's been difficult with what happened to Milah, but if you truly have moved on, even to as much as being open to someone -" Liam turned him, holding a hand on both of his shoulders as he searched Killian’s face. "I am beyond happy for you, not to mention proud. Especially if she's a higher status than us, which by the way - having to hear news by way of Elsa's gossip is very unbecoming, Lieutenant. I should hope that as a Captain you learn to communicate better."

  Killian swallowed hard, his brother's pride and praise so long unheard. Whatever this was could not be a memory, Liam and Milah erased within the same terrible days, and being named Captain was impossible considering his war crimes. This was at one time his dream, in some ways. A promotion at the palace complete with pomp, all while his brother and loved ones looked on. Before Milah the dream had included adoring women in droves, until he danced with a finely dressed lady who was his one and only 'true love' like some boyhood fantasy. 

  Liam led him to a curtain, drawing it back to reveal an opulent ballroom. Trumpets sounded and dancers stopped twirling, those at tables standing while others simply had their attention drawn to where Liam and him stood. 

  "Presenting Killian Jones, savior of the realms. Long may he live!" a voice called out, the revelers repeating it with whoops and shouts. 

  He stepped forward, Liam falling a step behind as they made their way to a table in the front of the room. Elsa hurriedly snuck her elbow through Liam’s as they walked, and Ingrid already stood there with Anna. Another blare of trumpets came louder and longer, and the voice called out again, much more excitedly this time. 

  "Their Majesties, King David and Queen Snow of the United Realms, and her Highness, Princess Emma. Long may they reign and may their lives be longer still!" 

  While the revelers repeated the announcer’s words, the King and Queen appeared waving, sitting at the head table with them. Emma was the spitting image of the King in so many ways, his eyes and hair, the soft smile, but her mother's beauty and fine features were very present. The Queen had the same nervous brow furrowing as Emma, looking around at everything as if she was confused. She met his eyes, and her own narrowed. Opening her mouth to say something, she quickly stopped when Emma appeared, looking bashful. 

  "I forgot my note cards," she whispered under her breath, taking a seat next to him, and her mother sighed exasperated. Emma continued on, talking to her parents. "I'm sorry, I have just been out of sorts today - I can't figure out my up from my -" 

  Shifting in her full gown, its champagne fabric crinkling, she glanced at him with a polite smile, turning back to her mother to begin again before whipping her head back to look at him with wide eyes. 

  "Your Highness," Killian nodded, amused. Isaac had promised him recognition and was not to be out done, apparently. Emma retaining her memories of him would make this fantasy an entirely different sort of dream. 

  Emma stared at him with her mouth slightly parted, unable to speak. Her mother coughed, breaking the spell as Emma nodded in acknowledgement. 

  "I'm sorry Mother, I was saying I'm out of sorts today. I will introduce the new Captain with the generic toast and if you and Father want to add to his accolades, you can do so," she said calmly, back to ignoring him once again. Killian frowned slightly, but played with the small spoon in the place setting to stave off the wait until she would have a moment. "I think his brother wants to give the majority of the toast anyway, so no large fuss."

  "Emma, are you okay then? Nothing else that we should confer about before this? We can push off toasts until after dancing and talk just you and I; you can talk to me about anything. I miss you so much," The Queen took Emma's hand in her own, squeezing it. Her eyes met his and she quickly looked back at Emma. "We can go right now; we don't have to even stay -" 

  Emma giggled, delighted. "I am not the only one out of sorts today then. When have you been one to tease like this?" 

  "Emma, I don't know what this is or -" 

  "I'm fine. I promise you that this is the last time I lose my note cards or smear ink on my dress from trying to get out of memorizing a speech." Emma gave a firm nod, and gave a squeeze back before she removed her hand from her mother's grip. "Let's get this over with so the new Captain can parade his awards around and we are closer to a foot rub."

  Winking at the Queen, Emma turned to him. 

  "Hi!" she said, smiling brightly. 

  "Princess, I can't say that I haven't waited for this moment since -" 

  "I suppose that I must have seen you around during the war efforts, and I've heard of your heroics, but I admit that it is my mutual pleasure to meet you, Captain. You seem so familiar to me, but I owe you my life so many times over. I suppose that must be it?" Emma looked up at him, and his heart sank. There was no recognition there but the faintest notion of what they were to each other. 

  He smiled back, unable to help himself even as a strange sort of sadness ran through him. "I'd save your life as many times as you would let me, Princess."

  "Oh, you are a silver tongue. I'm sure you are delighted by the turn out tonight," she snickered. 

  He shrugged, his smile going sad, the grief of losing this promised chance Isaac had failed to give them finally setting in fully. "I had someone, but they're gone now. The war took her."

  Emma stiffened, her smile wiped clean away. "I'm so sorry. If I had known, I would have never -" 

  "It's fine love. I've been fortunate enough to find someone else who is so far more remarkable than anyone I dare to guess is also present with us. She doesn't remember me, which is a shame. I will win her heart again without fail and without trickery, as I have in the past. Hopefully, I'll remind her of everything that has come to pass between us." Reaching for her hand, she watched entranced as he lifted it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. The moment he touched them to the soft skin, she shivered, and something lit in the full pools of jade her pupils had become. 

  "After all," he whispered, smoothing over where he had kissed with his thumb as he lowered her hand. "I will always find her."

  Emma looked stunned, her breathing slightly ragged as she tried to suck in a hiss of air in her tightly threaded gown. Turning to her mother who was talking with her father in a tense discussion of some sort, she choked out a whisper. 

  "Mom, Mother, I - you're right. Let's do the toasts after dancing and dinner, with dessert. It's unconventional, yes, but I need - I need a moment." Her mother looked alarmed, but Emma raised a finger. "I'm fine. Nothing is wrong, no code words dropped. I just - it's very warm in here isn't it? I think dancing will give me some air, or I can slip outside. I just need more time to compose myself."

  "Alright, but Emma?" The Queen's tone was nothing but concern, her eyes no longer flicking to look at him, but darting to the corner of her eye like a Bogey-Man lay behind her. "If any of this feels wrong, strange, or just off, tell me. Do you understand?" 

  Emma nodded. The Queen stood, grabbing the King's arm and dragging him upwards. He shot Killian a look that was unmistakably displeased, but brushed it off almost immediately in a display of grateful hosting. 

  "Guests of honor, toasts will be held at dessert to lend more time to celebration. Please dance, and dinner will be served as soon as the time arises," the Queen announced, clapping her hands. The lights of the ballroom began to twinkle as she took to the dance floor with the King. The orchestra played louder once more, a slow and haunting tune that swelled beautifully as they spun. 

  "Princess?" he asked, leaning over far closer than he should. She smelled so lovely, the urge to kiss the juncture of her neck and shoulder where it peeked out from under the pleated neckline making him grit his teeth. 

  She stammered out something that wasn't quite a word, color creeping onto her cheeks. Taking a breath while he chuckled, she managed another try. "Yes? Yes, what is it that you need -" 

  "I would like to ask you for this dance, or several. I have no need , except to admit to you that I ask because you are beautiful beyond measure tonight." He stood, offering his hand. Although her face heated further and she gaped at him in shock, she took it quickly in her own without hesitation. 

  Her hand fit perfectly in his own as he remembered, and like so many times before he spun her into a waltz. It was hard to keep from pulling her too close the way he was accustomed too, already too informal and too forward here as it were. The court had so many risks, what he wouldn't give to be back in the village, the forest, the street fair, the tavern, so many lives layered together, or to have her remember - 

  "You dance like a magician," Emma said in wonder. More were joining them on the dance floor, but Emma swept them away in her radiance. She seemed to shimmer as if she was something imagined, even as he was sure she was real and so much more importantly, her. His Emma. 

  "Oh?" he grinned, twirling her. She laughed brightly at what here would be considered absurdity, a frivolous move that did not belong in dancing. If it was unbecoming, neither cared. "Do I now, princess? Pray tell?" 

  "You haven't stepped on my feet once, Captain. You anticipate my every move as if you are a seer. Even when you did whatever that spin was, I feel as though I'm floating on air in your lead. I have not danced like this in hundreds, probably thousands of dance partners, and rarely do I give such praise." Emma subtly shifted, moving her body slightly closer to his own. He hummed, leaning in slightly. 

  “Much better, with a partner who knows what they're doing,” Killian whispered into her ear, and she beamed up at him. 

  "I don't know what it is about you, but you're so familiar, like I know you. Like I should know you, and I feel like I'm drowning just by being in your presence. I… I've never known anything like this, Lieu - I mean Captain, sorry." They stopped, no longer spinning. They had ended up near the curtains where he had entered, sequestered away from the majority of prying eyes. Pressing her hands to his chest she traced a pattern in the heavy fabric. "You mean something to me in a way that hurts me to be away from you. Like knowing you're here makes me feel so safe, so cared for. Something is there, a deeper emotion; I just can't grasp it."

  "Princess, I should -" he started, but Emma swayed towards him, closer still. 

  "Maybe we should stop dancing, I'm a bit dizzy…" Emma whispered, looking up at him with reverence. 

  Killian touched her face gently, bringing his forehead against her own. "We've stopped, darling."

  "Oh. So we have." Her lips brushed against his palm, one of her hands reaching up to play with the hair on his neck, tugging slightly at the tie of his queue. "This feeling, this familiarity as if I've been through a hundred lives with you finding me…?" 

  "Yes?" he whispered, her fingers pulling him to her, bodies pressed tightly together even against her golden gown and his uniform. 

  Emma's touch moved around his neck to his jaw, her thumb's soft pad stroking the scar of his cheek. "Is it lo-" 

  "Lieute - Capt - Whatever you are !" the king hissed as he clapped a hand roughly on Killian’s shoulder, a grin on his face that was dangerous, his eyes wild. "A word, if you will."

  "Daddy, please -" Emma started as the King pushed between them. 

  Her father's eyes flashed darkly, and Emma stepped back in surprise. The king composed himself, failing to cover his curled lips. "Emma, stay there and dance with someone else, but not like… Whatever the hell this was." 

  "I regret this interruption too, but I am nothing if not gracious, except dashingly handsome." Emma giggled at his humor, her father's glare at her causing her to cough instead, while Killian brushed off the King’s hand. He bowed before Emma, kissing her hand as her face flushed with red. "I await my next dance with you Princess, with hope that you will not suffer through thousands more partners before I return." 

  She laughed prettily, and curtsied. The King caught his shoulder as he rose, pulling him to stand and gripping his elbow like he meant to break it. Dragging him across the ballroom floor, only a few onlookers seemed to notice as everyone else danced. The Queen stood up, taking a few steps from her seat, Ingrid and Anna rising as well. Liam and Elsa were waltzing, and Killian tried to memorize the happiness on their faces. A stampede of wild horses could not distract them from gazing at each other, laughing as they turned. The King pulled him into the hallway briskly, passersby gasping and bowing as Killian was dragged past. 

  "Oi, er, your grace -" 

  "Shut up. Just shut up," the King gritted out, before opening a door and throwing Killian inside. 

  He'd been brought to a study, or small library he guessed, the walls paneled and bookshelves built into the rich wood. Several busts sat on shelves or rested on pillars, a globe and realm switcher sat opposite each other on either set of a large desk that was covered in scrolls. There were no windows, but the realm switcher emitted a light golden glow along with a few spread out wisp filled lamps. The King pushed past him, knocking him hard on the shoulder. 

  Killian examined his options, choosing to apologize and appeal to the status of the crown instead of battering the obstinate man with a chair and enjoying his time with Emma. He felt she might approve of one method over the other, even without bias involved. 

  "Your Majesty, I did not mean to offend, I had heard how lovely your daughter was -" 

  "Come off it then, Jones. Do you think even your status as Captain can buy access to the throne?" The King turned slightly to sneer, pushing around scrolls on the desk. "We aren't Arendelle, we are the crown. There are standards here, not sheer desperation; especially with the knowledge that your kingdom is doomed, causing a royal to settle for a Navy sea dog."

  "Do you mean… Liam and Elsa?" The King’s eyes flicked up, and he shrugged. Killian took a steadying breath, now regretting his choice in options. "I assure you, sire, that pairing is very much a fine match from any purview except for yours. Her family and I were overjoyed -" 

  "Yes, because your title has been lost under your drunken coward of a father's yellow streak. Do you think I want that attached to our family?" He pointed a finger, the nail long. "You didn’t want it attached to you and your brother enough to enscript to the war as fast as you could."

  "My father abandoned our house to my brother, who has worked tirelessly to make sure that the people of the Blackwater and surrounding areas are safe." Killian balled his fists, his patience thinning further. Emma had mentioned her father was stubborn and overwhelming when it came to anyone courting her, but this seemed off for one of her dreams.

  "You look and act just like him, you know." the King chuckled with malice. He drummed on the desk  "That's my major reservation. When I saw my daughter with you all I could think is, 'There goes another coward. When will he abandon her, and break Emma's heart?'" 

  Killian stared at the King, examining him closely. He seemed to blur and shimmer slightly, even after Killian blinked. In every other dream, the pattern had been the same: They would not separate if it was pleasant, as long as they had met, unless someone stepped in. Someone who had long fingernails, who spoke in words meant to bleed someone dry, and who did not use her own face.

  "You are not Emma's father, are you?"

  "So perceptive, my little hero. Pup caught the scent, and followed my trail. It's so much easier to convince you of being not worthy of her when there's that glorious Darkness rattling around in your head." The King leered at him, advancing with a swish of his hips, a black streak appearing in his hair. 

  "Cruella." He nodded, stepping backwards to pick up a previously spotted fireplace poker. Like most items in the realms, it was made of a hard obsidian instead of iron, and would crack easily after a few hard blows. He was at a great disadvantage, let alone being on her preferred playing field of the dreamscape. 

  Dramatically gesturing to the empty room, Cruella's laugh ran out of the King’s mouth. 

  "Hello puppy. Fancy meeting you here." The smirk settling on the King’s face was suddenly much redder, and unmistakably not his. "I got a whiff of that hairbrained scheme you, Lilly, and Isaac cooked up to stop me, and thought I might drop in. Good thing I did too, now I can see how tight I have to make your leash to keep you from taking Emma away from me."

  "What did you do to her? She doesn't remember me at all!" Killian lunged, the King seeming to shimmer as the woman giggled. 

  He appeared next to Killian, patting his cheek, before reappearing in a wooden chair behind the desk, puffing on a long cigarette and throwing the poker aside. Killian dropped the ash she had left in his palm with disgust, now defenseless. 

  "Well puppy, you kept me from what I wanted, which is to say… your sweet little puppy love, Emma." She giggled again, green smoke coming from the King's nostrils. "You make her remember that there's something better than our perfect paradise for you two. You made her feel things other than happiness and sweet dreams, making us both suffer. She barely gave me any magic after trying to keep you from your fears. I've been trying to plague you with nightmare after nightmare, but you keep coming back to ruin her happy dreams by making her accommodate you. Milah for example, or your brother Liam, or Elsa, or your sweet mother Alice - Every time I try to torture them, kill them, crush them in ways to destroy you, she saves you from their torment. Emma deserves happiness, isn't that what you told poor Isaac?" 

  "This isn't happiness you bloody leeching witch - "

  "Oh, but it is - when you aren't here to ruin it. So when you and Isaac chatted, I placed a curse of my own on poor sleeping Emma." She grinned, eyes narrowing at him. "Should anyone try to rescue her, the only way out will be through her worst nightmares, and I will torture her every step of the way until she goes mad at the sight of you. You're a prominent feature of her fears, so trust me, it will be easy. All I have to do if you keep meddling is let the curse run its course, nightmare after nightmare until she never wakes again and begs for happy thoughts."

  "You wouldn't. You need her magic -" 

  "Fun little tiddy bit, love." Cruella let the ash of her cigarette rain on the desk. " Your fear made Emma's magic weaker, because she expended so much to keep you comfortable. But her fear is delicious, and so much easier to take. When she was scared for you, it blew me away. True nightmares only, of course. Absolutely mouth watering. When you are in a nightmare she is in, her fear is like finest champagne."

  "You can't have her." Killian raised his voice, and she cackled harder. 

  "Oh but I will. Every second you are in her dreams will be an endless loop of nightmares, and I'll take every bit of her magic, until she withers into a husk, angry, afraid and alone." Her smile was her own, under the king's eyes. She stood, and was suddenly trailing a finger down his shoulder at his side. "Or you could leave. I could even try and give you that shard…"

  "Damn the shard," He lunged, and she was back at the desk, giggling while taking a long pull of her cigarette. "I won't stop until Emma is free of this. Emma has Isaac's dream to go through, and then your buggering curse. I will be here for her, and I will get her out of here. She will wake up." 

  "She will never love you. She won't even remember this, and you, you monstrosity, you will never be able to love her." Cruella sneered through David's face, nails scratching the table. 

  Killian laughed, and the king's face turned to fury. "It doesn't matter. The future isn't something to be afraid of if I love her right now - and I do." The confirmation of this fact took him by surprise, but it was irrefutable. Warmth spread through him, then a fierce heat that furthered his determination. "Regardless of everything, I love her at this moment. Regardless of everything, this is who I am under the Darkness, trying to protect her, trying to break through against all odds. " 

  "You absolutely horrid little beast -" 

  The door creaked, and Cruella's form of David snapped back into place, nothing but the small red choker indicating the deception. Queen Snow entered the room, and Killian bowed. 

  "Ah, my love, this is poor timing I'm afraid." The king's voice was tinged with anger. He pointed at Killian. "This man is an imposter and a Goblin spy, we'll need to call the guard -" 

  "Oh, my!" Snow picked up a heavy bust, ready to throw it at him. Killian flinched slightly, braced for the impact. "Is Emma safe?" 

  "The princess should be -" Cruella turned towards the Queen in the king's form, just as she took both hands to lifted the bust above her head making to throw the heavy marble. Killian prepared himself, but instead watched as she brought it down on her husband's skull with a sickening crack. Cruella crumpled, her true form revealed as she began to fade away. 

  Killian blinked as Snow panted, wiping dust from her hands. 

  "Your Majesty, I - Um -" 

  Snow drew a sword, stalking towards him with fury in her eyes like flame, so much like Emma's, the blade pressed against his neck. She spoke lowly, the edge there sharper than her sword. 

  "That is not and was not my husband, Captain Liam has been dead for years, you are most definitely not a lieutenant, and this, this is a sleeping curse. My Daughter's sleeping curse. So start talking, Dark One. And don't you dare skip anything."

[monochromeweek]

Symphony of Dreams (Day 2)

A cloaked white-haired beauty sneaked through the forest with only a lantern and her trusty rapier at her side. She had been lucky to escape from the village that she had known for sixteen years after hearing that her father was going to find a suitor for her, something that she didn’t want in the slightest…especially when she had heard her father comment that he hoped the person he found would ‘beat the freakiness out of her’.

That was something she definitely didn’t want…

‘Good idea Weiss…let’s go into the forest at night. What could possibly go wrong?’ she thought to herself as she shook her head as to why she had left in the first place started coming back to her. Holding the cloak close to her body, she waved the lantern in front of her while making sure that she didn’t trip on any roots during her perilous path…to where she had heard rumors about a village by the sea.

Not only did she know that her father wouldn’t be able to reach her there but also that she could vanish into the crowd and maybe live out the life of one of her multiple stories. “Come on Weiss…just a little further…” she muttered to herself before a tree branch smacked her in the face. Since she wasn’t expecting it, she cried out in pain and alarm as she fell off the beaten path, her lantern falling from her grasp as she did so and winced in pain as she finally stopped…somewhere deep within the snowy forest. Trying to stand, she cried out in pain as she just realized that there was no possible way that she could put any weight on it.

‘No…’ she thought as worry and fear started setting in, her fear only amplifying as the sounds of the forest started creeping into her ears.

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“No!” a giant creature shouted as she arose from her bed, events from the past causing her to jump out of bed and towards the ceiling as her claws sunk into the drywall once more. The curse of the werecat…and its current victim was the Princess of the castle, one Blake Belladonna. Looking around her crumbling castle, the female slowly made herself back to the stone floor, shivering lightly as the cold stones cut through the fur that were on the paws of her feet. With her cat tails swaying lightly behind her, she stretched her back lightly and made her way towards the balcony doors. Opening them with nary a thought, she felt the wind grab onto the bow that covered her sensitive ears.

“Joy…another day of loneliness and solitude,” Blake commented with a light sigh as she remembered what exactly brought her to the state that she was in: her own pride and stubbornness. “If only I had listened…Yang…ilia…I’m sorry,” she said softly, knowing that her servants were just as cursed as she was. And it would only break by something that would never happen… “Wait…what was that?” she asked as the wind brought to her sensitive ears a voice. A voice that didn’t truly belong here within the confines of her forest. ‘Who is that…?’ she thought as she focused on the voice. It sounded…scared. And alone.

With her mind made up, Blake grabbed a random cloak so as to conceal her features and headed out, racing on all fours as she concentrated on where the sound was coming from, as well as the growls from the wolves. Coming to the scene in front of her, she scowled as she saw a female not only shivering from the cold but also the five wolves surrounding her and being menacing. With her mind made up, she leapt over the wolves and in front of the girl, hissing and snarling at the canines before standing up and making herself taller than usual in order to intimidate them…which worked.

Turning around and seeing as to whom she had saved, she couldn’t help the warmth that came to her cheeks and the rosy hue that added to it. ‘She’s beautiful…no. Blake, if she knew she would hate you, just like the others! Get your hopes and emotions under control!’ she berated herself as she slowly and carefully scooped the adorable girl up and noticed the wince of pain that marred her beautiful face. Looking over her body…and doing her best to keep her emotions under control, she noticed the knot on her ankle and the purple color that it became. Blake also took notice of the rapier that was strapped to the young girl’s waist but paid no heed to it now before heading back to the castle. Using her tails to open the door, a soft and tranquil voice greeted her after closing the door.

“Mistress Blake, are you okay? You exited the door so…who is this?” the voice asked as a girl appeared within the crystal, her brown skin and blue eyes showing that this was Blake’s first servant, ilia Amitola.

“I’m not sure ilia…I heard her through the wind thanks to part of my Curse and well…here she is now. Can you help me bring her to the spare bedroom? I’ll also need to get ice for her as well…” she mused as ilia floated from crystal to crystal, each one illuminating as Blake followed her servant into one of the spare bedrooms. “Thank you ilia,” Blake stated as she placed the girl down on the bed, idly noting how her tails were swishing lightly behind her as she did so.

“You seem happy…” ilia stated with a smile, idly noticing her mistress’s blushing cheeks. “Was it perhaps love at first sight?” she teased, causing the werecat to blush heavily at that.

“ilia…it’s not like that. And besides…there’s no way she would return my love even if I acted on it. Even if the curse could be broken…I don’t think she is the one to break it.”

“Mistress…I think you’re wrong. You’re obviously attracted to her…maybe she is the one. And…the Rose…its on its last petals. If you don’t break it soon…” “I know!” She shouted, causing the girl within the crystal to change it to a light blue, indicating her sorrow and fear at the anger. “Oh Lia…I’m sorry…you know I didn’t mean it…” Blake replied before the light grew dim, causing the werecat to sigh lightly at that. It was another part of her werecat curse…she could get so easily angry at times, especially whenever the curse was brought up.

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Weeks had passed since Blake had rescued Weiss and both girls had started getting closer to each other over said weeks; Blake had eventually shown her werecat form to the fair maiden and expected her to run away due to fear and/or hatred. It was actually the opposite as Weiss had hugged her close and asked if it was okay to touch her ears and tails, which she agreed to.

“You know Weiss…I think Lady Blake really likes you,” Yang stated as she saw the white-haired girl getting undressed for the evening. At first, seeing the lavender eyes in the mirror had caused her to shout in surprise, but she had quickly gotten used to it.

“You really think so Yang? I mean…I can’t help but wonder if there’s something I can do for her and you all…I know you’ve mentioned this curse and all but…” she was going to say something more before the world in front of her started blurring and she tried to focus more but as she did so, it only got blurrier and blurrier until her world turned white.

“Yang? Ilia? …Blake?” she asked as she looked around and hearing nothing. She couldn’t even see anything and could feel tears coming to her eyes. “No…” she said softly as she tried drying her eyes, but the tears wouldn’t stop…

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“Miss Schnee, it is time to get up,” a firm, yet gentle, hand was on her shoulder. If it was up to him, Klein would have hat let the young lady sleep for a little longer especially since he knew how the young lady needed her rest. However, her father and his boss had dictated that Weiss would not be late for school no matter the reason and as such, had to wake her up.

“Five more minutes…” Weiss muttered as she turned onto her side and away from Klein, causing the elderly male to sigh lightly since this scene was quite rare and he was reluctant to break it.

“I would love to give you those five minutes Miss Schnee…but I do believe you told me about a meeting with your friend that you told me about?” he asked, knowing that would cause her to fully wake up and rush out of bed. Chuckling lightly when he saw her do exactly that, he felt one of his other personas taking over. “And if you don’t get to the car soon young lass, I shall resort to drastic measures…” he exclaimed as he saw that Weiss was currently in her school’s uniform and had quickly eaten her breakfast.

Chuckling lightly at the action, he watched the limousine take off and towards the young missus’s school, not realizing that the girl wanted the dream to continue so that it could conclude…

[mellifera38]

Mel’s Big Fantasy Place-Name Reference

So I’ve been doing lots of D&D world-building lately and I’ve kind of been putting together lists of words to help inspire new fantasy place names. I figured I’d share. These are helpful for naming towns, regions, landforms, roads, shops, and they’re also probably useful for coming up with surnames. This is LONG. There’s plenty more under the cut including a huge list of “fantasy sounding” word-parts. Enjoy!

Towns & Kingdoms

town, borough, city, hamlet, parish, township, village, villa, domain

kingdom, empire, nation, country, county, city-state, state, province, dominion

Town Name End Words (English flavored)

-ton, -ston, -caster, -dale, -den, -field, -gate, -glen, -ham, -holm, -hurst, -bar, -boro, -by, -cross, -kirk, -meade, -moore, -ville, -wich, -bee, -burg, -cester, -don, -lea, -mer, -rose, -wall, -worth, -berg, -burgh, -chase, -ly, -lin, -mor, -mere, -pool. -port, -stead, -stow, -strath, -side, -way, -berry, -bury, -chester, -haven, -mar, -mont, -ton, -wick, -meet, -heim, -hold, -hall, -point

Buildings & Places

castle, fort, palace, fortress, garrison, lodge, estate, hold, stronghold, tower, watchtower, palace, spire, citadel, bastion, court, manor, house

altar, chapel, abbey, shrine, temple, monastery, cathedral, sanctum, crypt, catacomb, tomb

orchard, arbor, vineyard, farm, farmstead, shire, garden, ranch

plaza, district, quarter, market, courtyard, inn, stables, tavern, blacksmith, forge, mine, mill, quarry, gallows, apothecary, college, bakery, clothier, library, guild house, bath house, pleasure house, brothel, jail, prison, dungeon, cellar, basement, attic, sewer, cistern

lookout, post, tradepost, camp, outpost, hovel, hideaway, lair, nook, watch, roost, respite, retreat, hostel, holdout, redoubt, perch, refuge, haven, alcove, haunt, knell, enclave, station, caravan, exchange, conclave

port, bridge, ferry, harbor, landing, jetty, wharf, berth, footbridge, dam, beacon, lighthouse, marina, dockyard, shipyard

road, street, way, row, lane, trail, corner, crossing, gate, junction, waygate, end, wall, crossroads,  barrier, bulwark, blockade, pavilion, avenue, promenade, alley, fork, route

Time & Direction

North, South, East, West, up, down, side, rise, fall, over, under

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, solstice, equanox, vernal, ever, never

dusk, dawn, dawnrise, morning, night, nightfall, evening, sundown, sunbreak, sunset

lunar, solar, sun, moon, star, eclipse

Geographical Terms

Cave, cavern, cenote, precipice, crevasse, crater, maar, chasm, ravine, trench, rift, pit

Cliff, bluff, crag, scarp, outcrop, stack, tor, falls, run, eyrie, aerie

Hill, mountain, volcano, knoll, hillock, downs, barrow, plateau, mesa, butte, pike, peak, mount, summit, horn, knob, pass, ridge, terrace, gap, point, rise, rim, range, view, vista, canyon, hogback, ledge, stair, descent

Valley, gulch, gully, vale, dale, dell, glen, hollow, grotto, gorge, bottoms, basin, knoll, combe

Meadow, grassland, field, pasture, steppe, veld, sward, lea, mead, fell, moor, moorland, heath, croft, paddock, boondock, prairie, acre, strath, heights, mount, belt

Woodlands, woods, forest, bush, bower, arbor, grove, weald, timberland, thicket, bosk, copse, coppice, underbrush, hinterland, park, jungle, rainforest, wilds, frontier, outskirts

Desert, dunes, playa, arroyo, chaparral, karst, salt flats, salt pan, oasis, spring, seep, tar pit, hot springs, fissure, steam vent, geyser, waste, wasteland, badland, brushland, dustbowl, scrubland

Ocean, sea, lake, pond, spring, tarn, mere, sluice, pool, coast, gulf, bay

Lagoon, cay, key, reef, atoll, shoal, tideland, tide flat, swale, cove, sandspit, strand, beach

Snowdrift, snowbank, permafrost, floe, hoar, rime, tundra, fjord, glacier, iceberg

River, stream, creek, brook, tributary, watersmeet, headwater, ford, levee, delta, estuary, firth, strait, narrows, channel, eddy, inlet, rapids, mouth, falls

Wetland, marsh, bog, fen, moor, bayou, glade, swamp, banks, span, wash, march, shallows, mire, morass, quag, quagmire, everglade, slough, lowland, sump, reach

Island, isle, peninsula, isthmus, bight, headland, promontory, cape, pointe, cape

More under the cut including: Color words, Animal/Monster related words, Rocks/Metals/Gems list, Foliage, People groups/types, Weather/Environment/ Elemental words, Man-made Items, Body Parts, Mechanical sounding words, a huge list of both pleasant and unpleasant Atmospheric Descriptors, and a huge list of Fantasy Word-parts.

Color Descriptions

Warm: red, scarlet, crimson, rusty, cerise, carmine, cinnabar, orange, vermillion, ochre, peach, salmon, saffron, yellow, gold, lemon, amber, pink, magenta, maroon, brown, sepia, burgundy, beige, tan, fuchsia, taupe

Cool: green, beryl, jade, evergreen, chartreuse, olive, viridian, celadon, blue, azure, navy, cerulean, turquoise, teal, cyan, cobalt, periwinkle, beryl, purple, violet, indigo, mauve, plum

Neutral: gray, silver, ashy, charcoal, slate, white, pearly, alabaster, ivory, black, ebony, jet

dark, dusky, pale, bleached, blotchy, bold, dappled, lustrous, faded, drab, milky, mottled, opaque, pastel, stained, subtle, ruddy, waxen, tinted, tinged, painted

Animal / Monster-Related Words

Bear, eagle, wolf, serpent, hawk, horse, goat, sheep, bull, raven, crow, dog, stag, rat, boar, lion, hare, owl, crane, goose, swan, otter, frog, toad, moth, bee, wasp, beetle, spider, slug, snail, leech, dragonfly, fish, trout, salmon, bass, crab, shell, dolphin, whale, eel, cod, haddock

Dragon, goblin, giant, wyvern, ghast, siren, lich, hag, ogre, wyrm, kraken

Talon, scale, tusk, hoof, mane, horn, fur, feather, fang, wing, whisker, bristle, paw, tail, beak, claw, web, quill, paw, maw, pelt, haunch, gill, fin,

Hive, honey, nest, burrow, den, hole, wallow

Rocks / Metals / Minerals

Gold, silver, brass, bronze, copper, platinum, iron, steel, tin, mithril, electrum, adamantite, quicksilver, fool’s gold, titanium

Diamond, ruby, emerald, sapphire, topaz, opal, pearl, jade, jasper, onyx, citrine, aquamarine, turquoise, lapiz lazuli, amethyst, quartz, crystal, amber, jewel

Granite, shale, marble, limestone, sandstone, slate, diorite, basalt, rhyolite, obsidian, glass

Earth, stone, clay, sand, silt, salt, mote, lode, vein, ore, ingot, coal, boulder, bedrock, crust, rubble, pebble, gravel, cobble, dust, clod, peat, muck mud, slip, loam, dirt, grit, scree, shard, flint, stalactite/mite

Trees / Plants / Flowers

Tree, ash, aspen, pine, birch, alder, willow, dogwood, oak, maple, walnut,  chestnut, cedar, mahogany, palm, beech, hickory, hemlock, cottonwood, hawthorn, sycamore, poplar, cypress, mangrove, elm, fir, spruce, yew

Branch, bough, bramble, gnarl, burr, tangle, thistle, briar, thorn, moss, bark, shrub, undergrowth, overgrowth, root, vine, bracken, reed, driftwood, coral, fern, berry, bamboo, nectar, petal, leaf, seed, clover, grass, grain, trunk, twig, canopy, cactus, weed, mushroom, fungus

Apple, olive, apricot, elderberry, coconut, sugar, rice, wheat, cotton, flax, barley, hops, onion, carrot, turnip, cabbage, squash, pumpkin, pepper

Flower, rose, lavender, lilac, jasmine, jonquil, marigold, carnelian, carnation, goldenrod, sage, wisteria, dahlia, nightshade, lily, daisy, daffodil, columbine, amaranth, crocus, buttercup, foxglove, iris, holly, hydrangea, orchid, snowdrop, hyacinth, tulip, yarrow, magnolia, honeysuckle, belladonna, lily pad, magnolia

People

Settler, Pilgrim, Pioneer, Merchant, Prospector, Maker, Surveyor, Mason, Overseer, Apprentice, Widow, Sailor, Miner, Blacksmith, Butcher, Baker, Brewer, Barkeep, Ferryman, Hangman, Gambler, Fisherman, Adventurer, Hero, Seeker, Hiker, Traveler, Crone

Mage, Magician, Summoner, Sorcerer, Wizard, Conjurer, Necromancer, 

King, Queen, Lord, Count, Baron, Guard, Soldier, Knight, Vindicator, Merchant, Crusader, Imperator, Syndicate, Vanguard, Champion, Warden, Victor, Legionnaire, Master, Archer, Footman, Gladiator, Barbarian, Captain, Commodore, 

Beggar, Hunter, Ranger, Deadman, Smuggler, Robber, Swindler, Rebel, Bootlegger, Outlaw, Pirate, Brigand, Ruffian, Highwayman, Cutpurse, Thief, Assassin

God, Goddess, Exarch, Angel, Devil, Demon, Cultist, Prophet, Hermit, Seer

council, clergy, guild, militia, choir 

Climate, Environment, & The Elements

Cold, cool, brisk, frosty, chilly, icy, freezing, frozen, frigid, glacial, bitter, biting, bleak, arctic, polar, boreal, wintry, snowy, snow, blizzarding, blizzard, sleeting, sleet, chill, frost, ice, icebound, ice cap, floe, snowblind, frostbite, coldsnap, avalanche, snowflake

Hot, sunny, humid, sweltering, steaming, boiling, sizzling, blistering, scalding, smoking, caldescent, dry, parched, arid, fallow, thirsty, melting, molten, fiery, blazing, burning, charring, glowing, searing, scorching, blasted, sun, fire, heat, flame, wildfire, bonfire, inferno, coal, ash, cinder, ember, flare, pyre, tinder, kindling, aflame, alight, ablaze, lava, magma, slag,

Wet, damp, dank, soggy, sodden, soaked, drenched, dripping, sopping, briny, murky, rain, storm, hail, drizzle, sprinkle, downpour, deluge, squall, water, cloud, fog, mist, dew, puddle, pool, current, whirlpool, deep, depths, tide, waves, whitewater, waterfall, tidal wave, flow, flood, leak, drain

Wind, breeze, gust, billow, gail, draft, waft, zephyr, still, airy, clear, smokey, tempest, tempestuous, windswept, aerial, lofty, torrid, turbulent, nebulous, tradewind, thunder, lightning, spark, cyclone, tornado, whirlwind, hurricane, typhoon

Man-made Item Words

Furnace, forge, anvil, vault, strap, strip, whetstone, brick, sword, blade, axe, dagger, shield, buckler, morningstar, bow, quiver, arrow, polearm, flail, staff, stave, sheath, hilt, hammer, knife, helm, mantle, banner, pauldron, chainmail, mace, dart, cutlass, canon, needle, cowl, belt,  buckle, bandana, goggles, hood, boot, heel, spindle, spool, thread, sweater, skirt, bonnet, apron, leather, hide, plate, tunic, vest, satin, silk, wool, velvet, lace, corset, stocking, binding

Plow, scythe, (wheel) barrow, saddle, harrow, brand, collar, whip, leash, lead, bridle, stirrup, wheel, straw, stall, barn, hay, bale, pitchfork, well, log, saw, lumber, sod, thatch, mortar, brick, cement, concrete, pitch, pillar, window, fountain, door, cage, spoke, pole, table, bench, plank, board

Candle, torch, cradle, broom, lamp, lantern, clock, bell, lock, hook, trunk, looking glass, spyglass, bottle, vase, locket, locker, key, handle, rope, knot, sack, pocket, pouch, manacle, chain, stake, coffin, fan. cauldron, kettle, pot, bowl, pestle, oven, ladle, spoon, font, wand, potion, elixir, draught, portal, book, tome, scroll, word, manuscript, letter, message, grimoire, map, ink, quill, pen, cards, dice

Coin, coronet, crown, circlet, scepter, treasure, riches, scales, pie, tart, loaf, biscuit, custard, caramel, pudding, porridge, stew, bread, tea, gravy, gristle, spice, lute, lyre, harp, drum, rouge, powder, perfume, brush

bilge, stern, pier, sail, anchor, mast, dock, deck, flag, ship, boat, canoe, barge, wagon, sled, carriage, buggy, cart

Wine, brandy, whiskey, ale, moonshine, gin, cider, rum, grog, beer, brew, goblet, flagon, flask, cask, tankard, stein, mug, barrel, stock, wort, malt

Body Parts

Head, throat, finger, foot, hand, neck, shoulder, rib, jaw, eye, lips, bosom

Skull, spine, bone, tooth, heart, blood, tears, gut, beard

Mechanical-Sounding Words

cog, fuse, sprocket, wrench, screw, nail, bolt, lever, pulley, spanner, gear, spring, shaft, switch, button, cast, pipe, plug, dial, meter, nozzle, cord, brake, gauge, coil, oil, signal, wire, fluke, staple, clamp, bolt, nut, bulb, patch, pump, cable, socket

torque, force, sonic, spark, fizzle, thermal, beam, laser, steam, buzz, mega, mecha, electro, telsa, power, flicker, charge, current, flow, tinker

Atmospheric Words

Unpleasant, Dangerous, Threatening

(nouns) death, fury, battle, scar, shadow, razor, nightmare, wrath, bone, splinter, peril, war, riptide, strife, reckoning, sorrow, terror, deadwood, nether, venom, grime, rage, void, conquest, pain, folly, revenge, horrid, mirk, shear, fathom, frenzy, corpselight/marshlight, reaper, gloom, doom, torment, torture, spite, grizzled, sludge, refuse, spore, carrion, fear, pyre, funeral, shade, beast, witch, grip, legion, downfall, ruin, plague, woe, bane, horde, acid, fell, grief, corpse, mildew, mold, miter, dirge

(adjectives) dead, jagged, decrepit, fallen, darkened, blackened, dire, grim, feral, wild, broken, desolate, mad, lost, under, stagnant, blistered, derelict, forlorn, unbound, sunken, fallow, shriveled, wayward, bleak, low, weathered, fungal, last, brittle, sleepy, -strewn, dusky, deserted, empty, barren, vacant, forsaken, bare, bereft, stranded, solitary, abandoned, discarded, forgotten, deep, abysmal, bottomless, buried, fathomless,unfathomable, diseased, plagued, virulent, noxious, venomous, toxic, fetid, revolting, putrid, rancid, foul, squalid, sullied, vile, blighted, vicious, ferocious, dangerous, savage, cavernous, vast, yawning, chasmal, echoing, dim, dingy, gloomy, inky, lurid, shaded, shadowy, somber, sunless, tenebrous, unlit, veiled, hellish, accursed, sulfurous, damned, infernal, condemned, doomed, wicked, sinister, dread, unending, spectral, ghostly, haunted, eldritch, unknown, weary, silent, hungry, cloven, acidic

(verb/adverbs): wither (withering / withered), skulk (skulking), whisper, skitter, chitter, sting, slither, writhe, gape, screech, scream, howl, lurk, roil, twist, shift, swarm, spawn, fester, bleed, howl, shudder, shrivel, devour, swirl, maul, trip, smother, weep, shatter, ruin, curse, ravage, hush, rot, drown, sunder, blister, warp, fracture, die, shroud, fall, surge, shiver, roar, thunder, smolder, break, silt, slide, lash, mourn, crush, wail, decay, crumble, erode, decline, reek, lament, taint, corrupt, defile, poison, infect, shun, sigh, sever, crawl, starve, grind, cut, wound, bruise, maim, stab, bludgeon, rust, mutilate, tremble, stumble, fumble, clank, clang

Pleasant, Safe, Neutral

(nouns) spirit, luck, soul, oracle, song, sky, smile, rune, obelisk, cloud, timber, valor, triumph, rest, dream, thrall, might, valiance, glory, mirror, life, hope, oath, serenity, sojourn, god, hearth, crown, throne, crest, guard, rise, ascent, circle, ring, twin, vigil, breath, new, whistle, grasp, snap, fringe, threshold, arch, cleft, bend, home, fruit, wilds, echo, moonlight, sunlight, starlight, splendor, vigilance, honor, memory, fortune, aurora, paradise, caress

(adjectives) gentle, pleasant, prosperous, peaceful, sweet, good, great, mild, grand, topic, lush, wild, abundant, verdant, sylvan, vital, florid, bosky, callow, verdurous, lucious, fertile, spellbound, captivating, mystical, hidden, arcane, clandestine, esoteric, covert, cryptic, runic, otherworldly, touched, still, fair, deep, quiet, bright, sheer, tranquil, ancient, light, far, -wrought, tidal, royal, shaded, swift, true, free, high, vibrant, pure, argent, hibernal, ascendant, halcyon, silken, bountiful, gilded, colossal, massive, stout, elder, -bourne, furrowed, happy, merry, -bound, loud, lit, silk, quiet, bright, luminous, shining, burnished, glossy, brilliant, lambent, lucent, lustrous, radiant, resplendent, vivid, vibrant, illuminated, silvery, limpid, sunlit, divine, sacred, holy, eternal, celestial, spiritual, almighty, anointed, consecrated, exalted, hallowed, sanctified, ambrosial, beatific, blissful, demure, naked, bare, ample, coy,  deific, godly, omnipotent, omnipresent, rapturous, sacramental, sacrosanct, blessed, majestic, iridescent, glowing, overgrown, dense, hard, timeless, sly, scatter, everlasting, full, half, first, last

(verb/adverbs) arch (arching / arched), wink (winking), sing, nestle, graze, stroll, roll, flourish, bloom, bud, burgeon, live, dawn, hide, dawn, run, pray, wake, laugh, wake, glimmer, glitter, drift, sleep, tumble, bind, arch, blush, grin, glister, beam, meander, wind, widen, charm, bewitch, enthrall, entrance, enchant, allure, beguile, glitter, shimmer, sparkle twinkle, crest, quiver, slumber, herald, shelter, leap, click, climb, scuttle, dig, barter, chant, hum, chime, kiss, flirt, tempt, tease, play, seduce

Generic “Fantasy-Sounding” Word Parts

A - D

aaz, ada, adaer, adal, adar, adbar, adir, ae, ael, aer, aern, aeron, aeryeon, agar, agis, aglar, agron, ahar, akan, akyl, al, alam, alan, alaor, ald, alea, ali, alir, allyn, alm, alon, alor, altar, altum, aluar, alys, amar, amaz, ame, ammen, amir, amol, amn, amus, anar, andor, ang, ankh, ar, ara, aram, arc, arg, arian, arkh, arla, arlith, arn, arond, arthus, arum, arvien, ary, asha, ashyr, ask, assur, aster, astra, ath, athor, athra, athryn, atol, au, auga, aum, auroch, aven, az, azar, baal, bae, bael, bak, bal, balor, ban, bar, bara, barr, batol, batar, basir, basha, batyr, bel, belph, belu, ben, beo, bere, berren, berun, besil, bezan, bhaer, bhal, blask, blis, blod, bor, boraz, bos, bran, brath, braun, breon, bri, bry, bul, bur, byl, caer, cal, calan, cara, cassa, cath, cela, cen, cenar, cerul, chalar, cham, chion, cimar, clo, coram, corel, corman, crim, crom, daar, dach, dae, dago, dagol, dahar, dala, dalar, dalin, dam, danas, daneth, dannar, dar, darian,  darath, darm, darma, darro, das, dasa, dasha, dath, del, delia, delimm, dellyn, delmar, delo, den, dess, dever, dhaer, dhas, dhaz, dhed, dhin, din, dine, diar, dien, div, djer, dlyn, dol, dolan, doon, dora, doril, doun, dral, dranor, drasil, dren, drian, drien, drin, drov, druar, drud, duald, duatha, duir, dul, dulth, dun, durth, dyra, dyver,

E - H

ea, eber, eden, edluk, egan, eiel, eilean, ejen, elath, eld, eldor, eldra, elith emar, ellesar, eltar, eltaran, elth, eltur, elyth, emen, empra, emril, emvor, ena, endra, enthor, erad, erai, ere, eriel, erith, erl, eron, erre, eryn, esk, esmel, espar, estria, eta, ethel, eval, ezro, ezan, ezune, ezil, fael, faelar, faern, falk, falak, farak, faril, farla, fel, fen, fenris, fer, fet, fin, finar, forel, folgun, ful, fulk, fur, fyra, fallon, gael, gach, gabir, gadath, gal, galar, gana, gar, garth, garon, garok, garne, gath, geir, gelden, geren,  geron, ghal, ghallar, ghast, ghel, ghom, ghon, gith, glae, glander, glar, glym, gol, goll, gollo, goloth, gorot, gost, goth, graeve, gran, grimm, grist, grom, grosh, grun, grym, gual, guil, guir, gulth, gulur, gur, gurnth, gwaer, haa, hael, haer, hadar, hadel, hakla, hala, hald, halana, halid, hallar, halon, halrua, halus, halvan, hamar, hanar, hanyl, haor, hara, haren, haresk, harmun, harrokh, harrow, haspur, haza, hazuth, heber,  hela, helve, hem, hen, herath, hesper, heth, hethar, hind, hisari, hjaa, hlath, hlond, hluth, hoarth, holtar, horo, hotun, hrag, hrakh, hroth, hull, hyak, hyrza

I - M

iibra, ilth, ilus, ilira, iman, imar, imas, imb, imir, immer, immil, imne, impil, ingdal, innar, ir, iriae, iril, irith, irk, irul, isha, istis, isil, itala, ith, ithal, itka, jada, jae, jaeda, jahaka, jala, jarra, jaro, jath, jenda, jhaamm, jhothm, jinn, jinth, jyn, kado, kah, kal, kalif, kam, kana, kara, karg, kars, karth, kasp, katla, kaul, kazar, kazr, kela, kelem, kerym, keth, keva, kez, kezan, khaer, khal, khama, khaz, khara, khed, khel, khol, khur, kil, kor, korvan, koll, kos, kir, kra, kul, kulda, kund, kyne, lae, laen, lag, lan, lann, lanar, lantar, lapal, lar, laran, lareth, lark, lath, lauth, lav, lavur, lazar, leih, leshyr, leth, lhaza, lhuven, liad, liam, liard, lim, lin, lirn, lisk, listra, lith, liya, llair, llor, lok, lolth, loran, lorkh, lorn, loth, lothen, luen, luir, luk, lund, lur, luth, lyndus, lyra, lyth, maal, madrasm maera, maer, maerim, maes, mag, magra, mahand, mal, malar, mald, maldo, mar, mara, mark, marl, maru, maruk, meir, melish, memnon, mer, metar, methi, mhil, mina, mir, miram, mirk, mista, mith, moander, mok, modir, modan, mon, monn, mor, more, morel, moril, morn, moro, morrow, morth, mort, morum, morven, muar, mul, mydra, myr, myra, myst

N - S

naar, nadyra, naedyr, naga, najar, nal, naal, nalir, nar, naruk, narbond, narlith, narzul, nasaq, nashkel, natar, nath, natha, neir, neth, nether, nhall, nikh, nil, nilith, noan, nolvurm nonthal, norda, noro, novul, nul, nur, nus, nyan, nyth, ober, odra, oghr, okoth, olleth, olodel, omgar, ondath, onthril, ordul, orish, oroch, orgra, orlim, ormath, ornar, orntath, oroch, orth, orva, oryn, orzo, ostel, ostor, ostrav, othea, ovar, ozod, ozul, palan, palad, pae, peldan, pern, perris, perim, pele, pen, phail, phanda, phara, phen, phendra, pila, pinn, pora, puril, pur, pyra, qadim, quar, quel, ques, quil, raah, rael, ran, ranna, rassil, rak, rald, rassa, reddan, reith, relur, ren, rendril, resil, reska, reth, reven, revar, rhy, rhynn, ria, rian, rin, ris, rissian, rona, roch, rorn, rora, rotha, rual, ruar, ruhal, ruil, ruk, runn, rusk, ryn, saa, saar, saal, sabal, samar, samrin, sankh, sar, sarg, sarguth, sarin, sarlan, sel, seld, sember, semkh, sen, sendrin, septa, senta, seros, shaar, shad, shadra, shae, shaen, shaera, shak, shalan, sham, shamath, shan, shana, sharan, shayl, shemar, shere, shor, shul, shyll, shyr, sidur, sil, silvan, sim, sintar, sirem, skar, skell, skur, skyr, sokol, solan, sola, somra, sor, ssin, stel, strill, suldan, sulk, sunda, sur, surkh, suth, syl, sylph, sylune, syndra, syth

T - Z

taak, taar, taer, tah, tak, tala, talag, talar, talas, talath, tammar, tanar, tanil, tar, tara, taran, tarl, tarn, tasha, tath, tavil, telar, teld, telf, telos, tempe, tethy, tezir, thaar, thaer, thal, thalag, thalas, thalan, thalar, thamor, thander, thangol, thar, thay, thazal, theer, theim, thelon, thera, thendi, theril, thiir, thil, thild, thimir, thommar, thon, thoon, thor, thran, thrann, threl, thril, thrul, thryn, thuk, thultan, thume, thun, thy, thyn, thyr, tir, tiras, tirum, tohre, tol, tolar, tolir,  tolzrin, tor, tormel, tormir, traal, triel, trith, tsath, tsur, tul, tur, turiver, turth, tymor, tyr, uder, udar, ugoth, uhr, ukh, ukir, uker, usten, ulgarth, ulgoth, ultir, ulur, umar, umath, umber, unara, undro, undu, untha, upir, ur, ursa, ursol, uron, uth, uthen, uz, van, vaar, vaelan, vaer, vaern, val valan, valash, vali, valt, vandan, vanede, vanrak, var, varyth, vassa, vastar, vaunt, vay, vel, velar, velen, velius, vell, velta, ven, veren, vern, vesper, vilar, vilhon, vintor, vir, vira, virdin, volo, volun, von, voon, vor, voro, vos, vosir, vosal, vund, war, wara, whel, wol, wynn, wyr, wyrm, xer, xul, xen, xian, yad, yag, yal, yar, yath, yeon, yhal, yir, yirar, yuir, yul, yur, zail, zala, zalhar, zan, zanda, zar, zalar, zarach, zaru, zash, zashu, zemur, zhent, zim, ziram, zindala, zindar, zoun, zul, zurr, zuth, zuu, zym

A lot of places are named after historical events, battles, and people, so keep that in mind. God/Goddess names tied to your world also work well. Places are also often named after things that the area is known for, like Georgia being known for its peaches.

My brain was fried by the end of this so feel free to add more!

I hope you find this reference helpful and good luck world-building!

-Mel