#ship: snowflakes and swords

[rexheroum]

❛  come on, talk to me, please. i can hear it in your voice that something is wrong.  ❜

@wintersovereign // angsty starters // Elsa xx Alastair

“Elsa, I don’t wish to worry you, but I also don’t wish to lie to you. How about we discuss things later? Perhaps at sundown if not too hungry?” Alastair responded, the last part a half joke yet the look in his eyes was pained. It was a rough anniversary for him, one he didn’t wish to talk about to anyone in truth.

Later that day, with the sun setting over the horizon of the mountain and hills that surrounded Arendelle’s castle, Alastair caught up with Elsa once more and began walking beside her. “I…I wasn’t raised by my biological father. In fact, he resented my existence until the end,” he wrung his hands together nervously at the build up.

”About…six years ago now, when I was nineteen, I had to go to war against my biological father because he was trying to overthrow my older half-sister, Queen Relta, and I sided with her for she is just and compassionate toward people of all kingdoms and villages alike,” Alastair was getting into the difficult details, and what he told himself to justify what he did.

“In my dragon form, I was destroying his camp while my army fought his, but he had scale piercing weapons and shot an arrow into my spine, causing me to collapse to the ground in human form. He…he whipped me for each year of my life as he said degrading things,” Alastair explained shakily. That wasn’t even the worst part, which was part of the problem. He didn’t want Elsa’s view of him changing in a negative way.

”In my desperation to escape the chains while I was being whipped, I accidentally spewed fire in human form — which I did not know I could do — and killed my biological father. His end was inevitable, but I hadn’t wanted it to be by my hand — selfish as that may sound.”

[frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers]

Norse mythology in the Frozen universe: How it's all connected | Part 2 | Analysis | Theory

Like part 1, I'll be deciphering and analysing the Nordic runes and Norse mythology in Frozen 2.

Norse mythology in Frozen 2

The stones of the Four elemental spirits

The first piece of runes we get is from the moment we're introduced to the enchanted forest.

Initially we all thought these were runes but when it came to deciphering them we couldn't because it was revealed that these were symbols of the four elemental spirits but they made it look runic to go with the Norse mythology aspect. These aren't symbols in Norse mythology.

The scroll in the abandoned ship

This scroll contains symbols, some that look like Nordic runes but aren't. Some of these are the elemental spirits' symbols. I looked up Norse mythology symbols and none of them matched to any of these in the scroll. Then I came across @greatqueenanna's incredible post breaking down this scroll and what it means.

The Elemental Spirits

The Nøkk is based on the Nøkken in Nordic folklore aka Norse mythology. It's known as a dangerous fresh water-dwelling creature that plays a fiddle to lure his victims out onto thin ice on foot or onto water, then draws them down to the bottom of the water where he is waiting for them. It can also shape shift into a horse or a man.

In Frozen's version it does a similar thing except I believe it does so to protect Ahotohallan from strangers who may seek power. It did this with Elsa when she was crossing the dark sea but Elsa managed to tame it and control it. It is also believed by fans that the Nøkk was the reason their parents didn't survive the dark sea. I have a whole post about that here.

The giants in the mythology are called the Jöntar. They can shapeshift and also have great strength and size, which allows some to survive attacks by the gods. They're from the realm of Jotunheim or Jötunheimr. They're basically the trolls that I mentioned in my previous post.

The giants in Frozen are called the Earth giants and are huge and rocky and have great strength. They can't shapeshift though.

The wind spirit's counterpart in Norse mythology is Njǫrd, the god of the wind and of the sea and its riches. His aid was invoked in seafaring and in hunting, and he was considered the god of “wealth-bestowal,” or prosperity.

The wind Spirit in Frozen's universe is literally the wind and can take up the form of leaves or snowflakes.

Finally the Fire Spirit in Norse mythology is actually the fire giants called Surt or Surtr. He's a fire demon/ giant who ruled in the realm of the fiery wilderness called Muspelheim. Surt was the guardian of Muspelheim. He stood at the border, brandishing a flaming sword. At the time of Ragnarok, the end of the world, Surt was destined to lead the fire giants into battle against the gods.

In Frozen's universe the fire spirit is a small salamander that breathes pink fire.

Norse mythology theories for Frozen 3

While the spirits are inspired by Norse mythology, Frozen II is based more on the Sami culture which is Iduna's side of the family. Frozen I had Norse mythology but I believe Frozen III and IV will go even further with the Norse mythology with referencing the Valhalla, a paradise of viking warriors, vikings, and more.

Norse mythology in Frozen is nothing new except the fact that it'll have a bigger role and be more obvious. I myself had no clue what these runes and spirits meant in the first two films until I saw the concept and theories for Frozen 3. Vikings and realms are going to be shown in the Frozen 3 and I'm excited!! I've honestly never been a big fan of Norse mythology. But the way Frozen is depicting it and how creative it is with it makes it much more interesting.

Iduna and Agnarr's return

But there's another theory that I want to discuss. If we look at the concept art again...

...we see at least 3 viking figures. One being the most obvious one with its reflection in the water and the two faint ones standing on the clouds near the majestic hall aka Valhalla.

Two of them, the ones on the cloud, could be Iduna and Agnarr. If you've read the first part to this post, you'll know I mentioned Agnarr being on Valhalla as it's a place where Vikings go after death. Iduna's spirit seems to be in Ahotohallan and can be visited anytime by Elsa. But Agnarr's spirit could be in Valhalla. That could be him on Valhalla. But since there's two, maybe the other could be Iduna. Maybe she also was considered as a viking, or just as a wife of a viking who can also appear in Ahotohallan too (as her appearance in Ahtohallan in Frozen 2 was unclear if it was a memory or her spirit). It could be that they were always watching over their daughters and are waiting for a moment to see them as they know they are about to encounter a big adventure.

Hans could be like Loki

I have this theory that Hans is like Loki. Mischievous and a trickster and a throne thief but really just wants to be accepted after he was not loved by his biological family. In the Marvel Cinematic Universe he eventually is redeemed and saves the universe with a few fake deaths here and there. Hans should not at all die if he's redeemed, not even as a sacrifice! I believe he'll be redeemed and help the Frohana gang save whatever's at stake (potentially the universe!). Some people believe that the shadow figure is Loki with the horns and staff. Now we don't know if the Shadowy Viking figure is a new character or if it's actually Hans metaphorically. If Norway had old Norse, Denmark had too, meaning the Southern Isles must contain some Norse mythology in its history as Arendelle does, which means Hans could have Viking/ Norse mythology ancestry just like Elsa and Anna do.

And that's all I could find Norse mythology related in Frozen 1 and 2. Frozen 3 and 4 definitely seems to be more Norse mythology related than the others so that's why I've made these posts, to show the connection to the previous two films in case people didn't notice it before or felt the theme was out of the blue or something new. So I hope these two posts help!

Frozen 3 and 4 are definitely going to be the movies we never knew we needed!

[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 58 : Black-Ash Desert

They reach the place where the Jeweler is hidden!

TW : description of Wukong in the furnace

Wukong was diving in his wardrobe, hoping to find something suitable for the lands they just arrived in. Outside, the sun was shining intensely, its fires falling on endless rows of somber sand. They were flying above the infamous Black-Ash Desert, an infinite ocean of black sand extending for lis and lis. Wukong never stepped foot in this region. To be honest, he stopped wandering after his journey, preferring the familiarity of his isle over the excitement of travel. Not many dared to venture in this desert. The days were as hot as Laozi's furnace, the sun glaring down at any daring to walk beneath it, its gaze downright murderous. On the contrary, the nights were as cold as a ghost's embrace, the moon smiling in glee when the last remains of adventurous travelers froze to death.

And even if by any miracle, one managed to handle those extreme temperatures, the desert was filled with all sorts of lethal beasts, each promising a death more gruesome than the last. It was a deadly place. Not made to be inhabited. Wukong wondered what the Jeweler was doing in such murderous lands.

He needed something covering. Letting his skin be exposed wasn't an option. He wasn't about to be burned more than he already was. He opted for large yellow pants and a long-sleeved golden shirt, then he created a thick teal veil that he draped over his head and shoulders. Once he was satisfied he let Sock curl up around his shoulders, under his veil, and left the room. The rest of the team was on the docks. All covered to escape the sun's burning glare. The hot temperature was making the engines overheat, they needed to land before completely screwing over the ship.

The sage unconsciously walked towards Macaque, not that he would ever admit it, but he often found himself gravitating around the other monkey. Perhaps by instinct, he found it reassuring to have him in his line of sight. Macaque was wearing loose purple pants, his scarf was draped over his head and shoulders, protecting him from the glaring sun. He put on all the liu'si. The long sword was tied to his waist by an auburn belt, the spear shackled to his back with another belt, the shield on top of it. The bow was firmly tied to his lower-back and the gauntlets were on his hands. He looked every bit like a hardened warrior prepared for battle.

It suited him.

Macaque noticed his gaze and smirked at him, eyes curled like crescents moon. “See something you like?” Snorted the warrior as he put his hands on his hips. Wukong huffed and crossed his arms, turning away. Yet he couldn't help but open one eye and glance back at his moon.

“Maybe I do.” Teased the great sage, he delighted in Macaque's ever so slight sway of tail, proof that the teasing was somehow getting to him. Not that Macaque would ever admit it either. While being vastly different in character, both monkeys were greatly prideful, not willing to admit when they were flustered.

The ship tilted forward, beginning its descent. They all firmly gripped the railing, now accustomed to the ship's whims. Sandy gracefully landed within the black dunes, the ship perching itself like a snowflake falling above a frozen lake. Sandy truly was a master when it came to the control of ships. They all hopped on the black expanse. Wukong winced when his feet dug themselves in the somber sand, somehow, the sand felt different. The great sage crouched down and grabbed a handful of sand. He squinted in disgust at the potent smell of fire, when he brought the sand closer, he discovered ashes mingled with it. He didn't like this.

Wukong shrunk the ship with a flick of hand and handed it to Sandy, because of the heat, they needed to make the rest of their journey on foot. Red Son was at the front, guiding them with the compass. The more they dove into the desert, the more Wukong frowned at their surroundings, if it wasn't for his presence, they would have been attacked by various beasts already. Somehow, the snakes slithering beneath their feet knew to not cross his path, at least he believed he was the one to deter them, if not him then who? Wukong didn't like extreme heat, even less with the potent smell of ashes ruling over the desert. It reminded him of his time inside the furnace, of tongues of fire licking every inch of his body, of the smoke melting his irises. Alone. With nothing but his crown cries as company. Nothing but the sight of his reflection dancing on the curved surface of the furnace. A melted monkey. Flesh dripping from his own bones, burned and marred, until his immortality kicked in to restore his skin.

Half-melted hands pouding on scalding metal. Praying. Begging. Pleading for an ounce of mercy. But none shall be shown to him.

He felt something soft rubbing against his cheek. Wukong glanced on his left and was met with the doe-eyes of his lil lady. He smiled and slipped one hand inside his veil to scratch under her chin. She received the pet with glee. Greedily leaning in his touch. Her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Wukong detached his gaze from Sock's contented face once he heard Tang's screech. The sage looked ahead and his eyes widened. A sand storm was coming their way. The cloud of black sand was shaped like a tsunami’s wave, engulfing everything in its wake, leaving behind nothing but saddening remains. It was loud. As loud as thousands of horses galloping together as one.

“Run back!” Shouted Macaque. Wukong cursed. He wouldn't be moved by a sand storm, being made of stones made him quite heavy, but it wasn't the same for the others. He couldn't summon a cloud like this, not when the winds were screeching like a bunch of slaughtered wolves, and Macaque couldn't use shadow magic. Not if he wanted to remain stable. They needed to find a shelter and fast.

They turned around and ran back. Wukong used his golden eyes to inspect his surroundings, hoping to find somewhere to hide. He noticed a structure hidden beneath their feet, buried in sand. Well, it could do.

“Brace yourselves!” Shouted Wukong, he cracked his knuckles and punched the ground, the sand shook under the force of his fist and creaked open, revealing old-buried ruins. The slit formed by his punch was thin, resembling a smiling mouth, Wukong hopped in it without any hesitation. “In there!” Out of the corner of his eyes, Wukong saw Macaque grab the kid's collars and threw them in the slit, Pigsy grabbed Tang and followed soon after, Sandy on their trail. Macaque was the last one to jump in, after him, the slit was covered by the storm, closing for good, plunging the ruins in pitch darkness.

Wukong looked around, able to see because of his gold vision. They landed inside some sort of half-broken pyramidal temple. Sand was almost everywhere. Yet the pyramid incurved roof provided a breathable space to squeeze in. Red Son created a flame with a finger snap, illuminating their surroundings.

“Let's stay there until the storm passes.” Proposed Sandy, they all agree to that. They could still hear the storm thundering above their heads, shaking the very earth.

“Oh boy! It's exploration time!” Cheered Mei, but Pigsy grabbed her by the collar before she could dive further in the pyramid.

“Nuh huh, it's you stay put time.” Groaned Pigsy. Mei tried to convince him with puppy eyes but, as expected, it didn't work on Pigsy. Mei sat on the floor with crossed arms, but she quickly forgot her frustration and began to chat with MK about the latest video game.

They ignited a small firecamp in the ruin’s heart and sat all around it.

Wukong grabbed Sock and put her down, she curled on herself, not even bothered by the new environment. It wasn't the first time Wukong noticed his cat's lack of fear but, truly, he wondered if anything could even scare his lil lady. She was always as unbothered as the quiet surface of a lake. Wukong petted her, scratching behind her ears, and smiled when she let out soft puffs of purr.

After a bit, the great sage noticed Macaque's absence. He looked around, skimming over the kids playing cards, Pigsy preparing their dinner, Sandy playing with the cats and Tang buried in his book… At last, he noticed a light coming from ahead, behind some of the pyramid's wall, probably Macaque. Wukong stood up, dusted himself, and walked towards his moon.

Macaque was leaning over some sort of mural, illuminating it with his torch's luster. The flames’ shadows were dancing on the mural, almost shaped like snakes.

“Trying to discover some ancient secrets?” Joked Wukong as he approached his moon, hands in his pockets. “Didn't take you for Lara Croft.”

“Lara who?” Replied Macaque with a raised eyebrow. Wukong snorted. Gods, this guy really had to keep up with the time.

“You're really an old-geezer.” Laughed Wukong.

“Says you.” Huffed Macaque.

“I'm in my prime.” Macaque leveled him with a deadpan glare. Wukong scratched his neck and coughed to hide his embarrassment. “Alright, maybe not anymore. But I aged well, like wine.” He skimmed even closer and added : “So did you.”

“Sure. Be useful and clean that up.” Hummed Macaque as he pointed to an area of the mural. Wukong usually didn't like to be ordered but, somehow, he did exactly as told. He conjured up a cloth and rubbed the mural, removing the old layer of grime. Macaque pointed to a few more places and Wukong obediently cleaned them. Once his job was done he returned to Macaque side and cleared his throat.

“Maybe I deserve some reward for all that hard work, no?”

“What do you want?” Huffed Macaque, he looked annoyed but the smile on his lips easily betrayed his true feelings.

“Kiss.” Blurted Wukong, he didn't even have to think about it, it passed his lips without hesitation. Macaque snorted, he approached him, placed one hand on his hips, and softly pecked him. Lips fluttering against his own like the delicate wings of a butterfly.

Macaque stepped back after a short second, Wukong pursued his lips, that wasn't merely enough. “I worked really hard.” Chirped the great sage, in other circonstances, he might have been ashamed to act so needily, but he was on a mission here. And the reward was worth any fleeting embarrassment. Macaque raised an eyebrow, as if to question his pitiful act, yet he still caved and gave him another kiss. This time longer. Wukong closed his eyes and leaned in, relishing in the other's taste. Yet when it was over he still craved for more. “I think I deserve another one.”

Macaque narrowed his eyes, he was very close, nose almost touching his. Wukong knew his warrior's temper, he knew how to fan his flames, he never dared before, but now that he accustomed himself with his moon's taste, he believed himself able to take more. “Or are you afraid?” Teased the golden-furred monkey with the most infuriating smirk he could manage. Macaque’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Is this a challenge?” Mumbled Macaque, in the temple's shadows, his eyes took red hues, smoke of fire dancing in his irises. Wukong gulped. There was something about those eyes. Something dangerous. Yet who was he to back down? In the face of danger, he was the kind to dive right in.

“Maybe it is.” Muttered Wukong. Silence veiled them for one brief moment. Both closer than ever. His moon put the torch in his tail, he then raised his hands, wanting to hold the very sun in his palms, but stopped when he remembered he was wearing gauntlets. Macaque frowned, as if he was facing a great dilemma, before placing his hands on Wukong's waist. His hold was of iron. Firm. Not that Wukong minded. The great sage put his own arms around Macaque's shoulders and brought him even closer, their breaths were mingling together, already fiercely kissing. “So are you going to stare at me forever or are you-”

He didn't have time to end his sentence, Macaque dived in with a growl, making him eat his own words.

It wasn't like their other kisses. Fleeting. Brushing of lips. Light and soft. Filled with tender love.

This one was more fierce. Love mingled with a hint of desire. They met like two crashing waves, colliding with each with nothing but undaltured passion. When love sat in one heart for hundreds of years, it created a deep longing rooting itself in the very flesh. A desire easily fanned by one word alone. They were now past the fleeting touches of first time lovers. The novelty of the other's lips faded with each encounter, leaving in their hearts a hunger for more.

Wukong grabbed the thin fur covering Macaque's neck, pressing him closer, wanting him closer. Their lips moved in tandem, crashing against the other with nothing else but passion. Wukong let himself be lost in his own desire. There was a purr rumbling in Macaque's throat. Pushing him to go further. Deeper. He ran his tongue on the other bottom lips, Macaque whined as if his spit was burning lava, it might as well be. Slowly. As if teasing him. Macaque opened his mouth. Wukong didn't have the patience to wait any more, he dived in, letting his tongue roll in his moon's scorching mouth.

They met again, the mere touch of the other tongue against his own made fire travel down Wukong's spine. He felt like he was burned by something he never felt before. He trilled. A high-pitched whine that sounded unfamiliar. Was it his voice? Why did it sound so…odd? Macaque groaned, his voice traveled in Wukong's very skin, igniting something in his stomach.

This was heaven in its purest form.

When they separated, mouths linked with a thin trail of saliva, Wukong's mind was turned into mush. It took him several minutes to regain a semblance of clarity. Macaque looked no better than him, heavily heaving, eyes half-lidded with hazy clouds. Once he bared his spirits again, Wukong was hit by a sudden wave of embarrassment.

“That was…” He nervously laughed, not knowing how to even describe what just happened because, holy fuck, what was that?

Macaque erupted in fiery red, he let go of Wukong as if he was made of burning fire and took a step back. Wukong almost whined at the sudden distance but he had half the mind to restrain himself. The black-furred monkey looked around, as if he forgot where he put the torch (perhaps he had, the sight was kind of hilarious, Wukong knew better than to laugh though). The warrior quickly grabbed the torch once he remembered he put it in his tail and cleared his throat.

“Y-yeah, so… the mural.” Mumbled Macaque, his voice strangely high-pitched.

“Oh yeah right.” Nervously chuckled Wukong he pinched himself to chase away the haze and followed behind Macaque.

The mural, now cleaned, depicted a war. On one side stood fire-clad soldiers with pitch black skin, on the other side stood covered warriors manipulating shadows. Above the murals were carved two symbols, a pitch black moon and a burning sun.

“You, huh, know those symbols?” Asked Wukong, he knew Macaque had an extensive knowledge on shadows, so perhaps he knew something about the shadow users depicted on the murals.

“I knew I recognized this symbol.” Muttered Macaque, every hint of the previous haze erased. “This is the shadow clan I learned about in Cheng's library.”

“Huh…” Wukong tried to dig in his memory, but really all he could remember from Macaque's excited rambles about shadow magic was his cute face.

“The one who can manipulate people by manipulating their shadows.” Fondly huffed Macaque once he saw that Wukong wasn't remembering.

“Oh yeah right!” Chirped Wukong. “Soo, they lived here? Crazy coincidence.”

“Talk about it. Very few things are known about this clan, we're lucky to stumble upon this!” Macaque examined the mural with a renewed interest, his tail wagging at his feet. Cute. Wukong restrained himself, not wanting to coo like an idiot. But it was hard. Macaque was very adorable.

The great sage sat on the floor and watched Macaque fuss over the mural. After an hour or so one of Macaque's ears flickered and he turned towards him.

“You said?” Asked Macaque with a small frown. Wukong raised an eyebrow. He didn't say anything.

“I didn't say anything?”

“Really? I swear I heard something.” Mumbled Macaque, his gaze briefly fell on the sword tied to his hips but he quickly shook his head. “I must have imagined it.”

“Old age is making you hallucinate.” Laughed Wukong, he crossed his arms behind his head and smirked at the warrior.

“Yeah, laugh all you want.” Macaque rolled his eyes and turned back to the mural.

Wukong settled comfortably and admired his moon, he didn't really care about an ancient shadow clan’s history, but he liked to hang out with Macaque. Somehow, he remembered what happened earlier, he put one hand on his lips and averted his eyes. He felt his tail wag at the mere memory and blushed, he grabbed his tail to still it.

Gods, he was going crazy.

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[yyh4ever]

Yu Yu Hakusho meets Palude

Palude x Yu Yu Hakusho Ugly Sweaters 🧥

The loungewear brand Palude is releasing ugly sweaters. Perfect to wear on Christmas with your family.😆

➽ Pre-order: August 7th until September 4th, 2023 on Palude Official (international shipping available)

➽ Shipping: mid-November

➽ Price: 14,300 yen each / Size: unisex (Length: 68cm/ Width: 54cm / Sleeve length: 55.5cm)

➽ Material: 100% Acrylic

➽ Character lineup:

Yusuke

"Spirit Gun!!!" (Reigan). The intense battle between Yusuke VS Suzaku in a knitting pattern! Puu's design is also very catchy and cute, and the sweater is perfect for the cold season with its thick fabric texture.

Kuwabara

Behind Kuwabara's face is his beloved Yukina. The snowflake pattern❄️ associated with Yukina is also a key point. Pay attention to the cool Kazuma Kuwabara patter wielding the spirit sword.

Toguro Brothers

The face of Younger Toguro gives it an extra impact. Elder Toguro's pattern is somewhat catchy. The eerie and strong colors are also a key point.

Hiei

It's Hiei's special move, "Jaou Ensatsu Kokuryuha!!"(邪王炎殺黒龍波) with his famous line, "Don't underestimate the power of the evil eye"(邪眼の力をなめるなよ).

Kurama

"Rose Whip!" An elegant knit with Kurama's face. The background is studded with roses, and the color scheme evokes plants.

Kurahi ❤

Models heights: Male 174cm/ Female 169cm

[psychics4unet]

Cloud Divination Guide: 100 Cloud Shapes That Can Predict Your Future [Nephelomancy & Aeromancy magic]

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Cloud Divination Guide

Dragon 🐉 - Power and strength are coming into your life.

Heart ❤️ - Love and romance are on the horizon.

Dolphin 🐬 - Playfulness and joy will soon enter your life.

Angel 👼 - Protection and guidance from a higher power.

Butterfly 🦋 - Transformation and personal growth.

Tree 🌳 - Stability and growth in your life.

Bird 🦅 - Freedom and perspective are important now.

Star ⭐ - Good luck and positive outcomes.

Cat 🐱 - Independence and curiosity.

Horse 🐎 - Strength and adventure.

Fish 🐟 - Prosperity and abundance.

Flower 🌸 - Beauty and new beginnings.

Ship ⛵ - A journey or adventure is ahead.

Eye 👁 - Awareness and intuition.

Key 🔑 - Solutions to problems are coming.

Ladder 🪜 - Progress and moving upwards.

Crown 👑 - Success and recognition.

Elephant 🐘 - Strength and wisdom.

Feather 🪶 - Lightness and freedom.

Fire 🔥 - Passion and transformation.

Sun ☀️ - Happiness and energy.

Moon 🌙 - Mystery and intuition.

Starfish ⭐️ - Healing and regeneration.

Fox 🦊 - Cleverness and adaptability.

Owl 🦉 - Wisdom and knowledge.

Scales ⚖️ - Balance and justice.

Spider 🕷 - Creativity and patience.

Lion 🦁 - Courage and leadership.

Turtle 🐢 - Patience and longevity.

Hand ✋ - Assistance and support.

Mountain ⛰ - Obstacles and achievements.

Wave 🌊 - Emotional ups and downs.

Phoenix 🔥 - Rebirth and renewal.

Bridge 🌉 - Connections and transitions.

Clock ⏰ - Time is of the essence.

Compass 🧭 - Direction and purpose.

Umbrella ☂️ - Protection from difficulties.

Mushroom 🍄 - Growth and hidden potential.

Mask 🎭 - Deception or hidden truths.

Anchor ⚓ - Stability and security.

Arrow ➡️ - Focus and direction.

Door 🚪 - New opportunities.

Lightning ⚡ - Sudden change.

Rose 🌹 - Love and passion.

Sword 🗡 - Conflict or resolution.

Kite 🪁 - Freedom and aspirations.

Wolf 🐺 - Loyalty and instinct.

Globe 🌍 - Broadening horizons.

Crystal 🔮 - Clarity and insight.

Candle 🕯 - Hope and guidance.

Rainbow 🌈 - Promise and harmony.

Rabbit 🐇 - Speed and agility.

Book 📖 - Knowledge and learning.

Dog 🐕 - Loyalty and friendship.

Frog 🐸 - Transformation and renewal.

Hat 🎩 - Disguise or new roles.

Balloon 🎈 - Celebration and joy.

Bell 🔔 - Alert or important news.

Snowflake ❄️ - Uniqueness and purity.

Guitar 🎸 - Creativity and expression.

Cup 🏆 - Fulfillment and success.

Foxglove 🌷 - Healing and caution.

Unicorn 🦄 - Magic and fantasy.

Shield 🛡 - Protection and defense.

Rose 🌹 - Romance and beauty.

Mask 🎭 - Hidden emotions.

Tree 🌲 - Growth and strength.

Moon 🌕 - Emotions and cycles.

Sunflower 🌻 - Happiness and positivity.

Chain ⛓ - Restriction or connection.

Helmet 🪖 - Protection and readiness.

Leaf 🍃 - Change and renewal.

Fan 🌬 - Comfort and relaxation.

Wreath 🎀 - Honor and celebration.

Scepter 🔱 - Authority and power.

Shell 🐚 - Secrets and protection.

Lantern 🏮 - Guidance and hope.

Horseshoe 🧲 - Good luck and protection.

Pear 🍐 - Abundance and prosperity.

Ghost 👻 - Past influences.

Pig 🐖 - Wealth and abundance.

Jellyfish 🪼 - Flexibility and grace.

Pumpkin 🎃 - Harvest and transformation.

Ant 🐜 - Hard work and perseverance.

Gloves 🧤 - Care and protection.

Starfish 🌟 - Healing and regeneration.

Seashell 🐚 - Secrets and intuition.

Dice 🎲 - Chance and risk.

Vase 🏺 - Containment and preservation.

Scissors ✂️ - Separation or precision.

Wheat 🌾 - Abundance and fertility.

Violin 🎻 - Harmony and creativity.

Dolphin 🐬 - Joy and playfulness.

Bear 🐻 - Strength and introspection.

Swing 🎠 - Playfulness and balance.

Lighthouse ��� - Guidance and direction.

Mushroom 🍄 - Hidden potential and mystery.

Rocket 🚀 - Ambition and progress.

Shield 🛡️ - Protection and defense.

Clover ☘️ - Luck and prosperity.

[jackoshadows]

As a Jon fan, I’m curious about your take on this. In Jon’s dying thoughts, when he remembers Ygritte saying “you know nothing,” it comes right before his memory of Arya and right after his memory of Salsa. Stans of you know what ship say it came right after the memory of Salsa because Jon subconsciously associates Ygritte with her instead of Arya (lol). I’m a Jonerys shipper but it pusses me off when people try to diminish Arya’s importance to Jon. I think it was supposed to be juxtaposed before his memory of Arya, not after his memory of Salsa, because the text literally states that Ygritte reminds Jon of Arya and she’s clearly the most important thing to him in these dying moments. What do you think of this theory from shippers of you know what? Do you think that line is where it is specifically because of Arya, or is it just random?

Yes, this has been discussed numerous times in fandom and others have already explained the themes and meanings behind Jon's reaction to the letter countless times. It makes no difference to the same idiots who use Jon's ''What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?' statement for Sansa. As pointed out many times, the entire basis for the Jonsa ship is replacing Arya with Sansa because her character functions better as a tradfem self-insert.

Again,

Jon flexed the fingers of his sword hand. The Night’s Watch takes no part. He closed his fist and opened it again. What you propose is nothing less than treason. He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair. Kill the boy and let the man be born. He thought of Bran, clambering up a tower wall, agile as a monkey. Of Rickon’s breathless laughter. Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow. He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird’s nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell … I want my bride back … I want my bride back … I want my bride back …  “I think we had best change the plan,” Jon Snow said. - Jon, ADwD

I mean the themes are right there. There is also a possible Watsonian and Doylist implication/foreshadowing in this paragraph.

Bowen Marsh tells Jon this:

What you propose is nothing less than treason. For eight thousand years the men of the Night's Watch have stood upon the Wall and fought these wildlings. Now you mean to let them pass, to shelter them in our castles, to feed them and clothe them and teach them how to fight.

Maester Aemon tells Jon this:

“Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel," the old man had said, "the same counsel I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne. A man grown with sons of his own, yet in some ways still a boy. Egg had an innocence to him, a sweetness we all loved. Kill the boy within you, I told him the day I took ship for the Wall. It takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg. Kill the boy and let the man be born." The old man felt Jon's face. "You are half the age that Egg was, and your own burden is crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

Ygritte tells Jon this:

"We'll go back to the cave," he said. "You're not going to die, Ygritte. You're not." "Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying.

Jon is thinking about what to do, what choice to make - do nothing or take down Ramsay Bolton.

He remembers Bowen Marsh talking about breaking the laws of the Night's Watch and recalls Robb as he saw him the last time with snowflakes in his hair. Jon was first tempted to desert the NW for Robb and yet returned and decided to stay at the Watch no matter what. He also refuses Stannis offer of Winterfell - where his memories and thoughts of Robb was a big part of his angst and conflict of whether he should accept. He remained steadfast in his oaths both times.

He recalls Maester Aemon's advice of killing the boy and letting the man be born - it's about being hard, making the tough choices, do one's duty no matter how painful - he thinks back to his family that he did not and cannot help by law. He did kill the boy and put duty over love.

And finally he thinks back to Ygritte and 'you know nothing' - the girl with tangled hair who reminded him of Arya and who dies in his arms because he stuck to his oaths. Ygritte died... is he okay with the same happening to Arya because his oaths are more important?

The answer this time is a resounding no.

There is also a meta connection here.

He connects Bowen Marsh's words of treason with memories of Robb Stark. Robb was famously betrayed and killed by his own men, just like Marsh will end up doing to Jon Snow

Maester Aemon does not help his family, is unable to help his family despite knowing they were in trouble and Jon connects his words with his own family and being unable to help.

And finally Ygritte - his lover, the girl he loved and lost and who dies because he chose duty over love. And Jon connects her last dying words with Arya, reads Ramsay's threats and this time, this time chooses different.

There is also a parallel of sorts here where Arya decides to hide Needle. I talked here about how Needle is Arya's identity as Arya Stark of Winterfell, daughter of the North and the Faceless Men give her an ultimatum on becoming No One.

“It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time … … but it wasn’t. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes. [—-] The gods wanted me to have it. Not the Seven, nor Him of Many Faces, but her father’s gods, the old gods of the north. The Many-Faced God can have the rest, she thought, but he can’t have this.

Just like Jon does, Arya goes down that list and includes her father and mother for good measure - Robb, Bran, Rickon, Catelyn, Ned and even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell, it's people, Old Nan and her stories, the heart trees.

Needle was Jon Snow's Smile... and that's when she decides that the Gods want her to have Needle and she is not going to throw it away.

So yeah, it's always Arya that Jon connects to Ygritte - her body, her hair, her personality (stubborn etc.) and it's Arya who finally pushes Jon to lead an army of Wildlings against the Warden of the North.

[drakyns]

surprise starter for @frystsnow . ♡

ㅤㅤhiccup hated these kinds of meetings. his father was big and towering, imposing even if his flame-coloured beard grew sprouts of grey and his face was heavier with wrinkles. all the other chiefs had that—a little thing in them which made them so different from their children, wives and vassals. age, experience? it was like a weight on their shoulders no one could see. a shapeless burden, more sombre. he loved his father; he tried to alleviate it; he would joke about the sour weather or comment on how they should put the ‘war talk’ aside and maybe just go hunting or pick berries with the gatherers. a bunch of strong leaders like them? there was nothing to fear! with those brawls and strategic brains, they could be unstoppable. why not a giant shield to cover everyone up instead of worrying about making sharper swords? his father, drizzles of draconic carnage still on his fur coat, disapproved. a frown or two was all hiccup got in response to his many attempts to make him smile. he grew tired, too.

ㅤㅤthey had voyaged to the very north, where powdered stardust spun into eternity above their heads, under their feet and everywhere else. it was so white that hiccup’s eyes hurt, and he was just barely ten or eleven, muscles ungrown and shaking under the creeping howl of yesterday’s blizzard. as it was custom, he stood by his father’s side, even if he would rather be back at the familiar warmth of the ship cabins. but no. they were meant to be received by the local leader, greeted with new pelts and hot beverages. hiccup particularly didn’t like that part—he had to look up too high because everyone else was too tall, and the chiefs and their sons squeezed his hand too hard as if they wanted him to hurt, and often, he had to deal with gossip about him being nothing like his father.

ㅤㅤit was different this time around. it was when he first met him.

ㅤㅤhe was snow-kissed, his hair gleaming white with snowflakes as if he had just made friends with skaði herself and every one of her creations. though the other boy dressed in white and blue, his eyes were warm—a flicker of summer trapped in winter’s prison. he was a bit taller, but he was around hiccup’s age. and he grinned at him like he was a friend-to-be. hiccup couldn't remember if anyone had ever smiled at him so fully, wide teeth and all. he had such pretty eyes. jokul frosti, was it? suddenly, he loved the snow and beaming from ear to ear, too.

ㅤㅤ“hi, i’m hiccup!” a squeak, boyish crack. for the first time in long years, he did not flinch when meeting a stranger, his chest filled with the opposite of whatever weighed stoick’s shoulders. he could feel his father's eyes astonished. “d’you wanna play with me?”

[batmanshole]

my favourite emojis

thumbs up. salute. bomb. tulip. strawberry. sobbing. two red exclamation marks. red exclamation mark and question mark. woozy. dizzy. hand cupping. hand pointing. eye. female firefighter. female farmer. female construction worker. pregnant man. woman in wheelchair. woman in power chair. woman with probing cane. puppy face. duck. duckling. snail. ant. bee. jellyfish. whale. seal. sheep. guide dog. wing. dove. clover. four leaf clover. sprout. mushroom. lotus. bouquet. hyacinth. hibiscus. cherry blossom. rock. sunflower. coral. sparkle. star. rain. rain and thunder. snowflake. gust of wind. onion. garlic. bagel. ginger. cherries. peach. green apple. red apple. pear. lemon. orange. mango. blueberry. carrot. corn. broccoli. bok choy. potato. bread. sweet potato. baguette. pretzel. pancakes. hotdog. hamburger. sandwich. fortune cookie. rice. dango. sorbet. flan. lolipop. tea. honey. bubble tea. hockey. roller skate. fishing. woman surfing. fencing. paint palette. woman juggling. trumpet. saxophone. violin. chess pawn. guitar. headphones. probing cane. wheelchair. power chair. crutch. suspended train car. tram. trolley. train. train at station. airplane. airplane taking off. airplane landing. different airplane. ship anchor. moai head. map. roller coaster. park fountain. pink hospital. keyboard. phone with arrow. CD. DVD. minidisc. floppy disk. VHS tape. camera with flash. dial. antique clock. hourglass. hourglass with falling sand. old tv. plug. candle. lightbulb. ID card. ladder. pickaxe. saw. nut and bolt. gear. hammer. box propped up by stick. magnet. water gun. knife. axe. sword. dynamite. cigarette. gravestone. hole. bandaid. telescope. pill. broom. plunger. picnic basket. bath with bubbles. razor. toothbrush. lotion. soap. person in bath. toilet paper. toilet. sponge. bucket. key. skeleton key. bed with person in it. bed. chair. door. teddy bear. present. balloon. box. tag. scroll. document. document bent. file folder. open file folder. clipboard. office trash can. rolled up newspaper. filing cabinet. newspaper. composition notebook. plain notebook. red volume 1 notebook. green volume 2 notebook. blue volume 3 notebook. orange volume 4 notebook. stack of books. open book. triangular ruler. pin. pen. fountain pen right. fountain pen left. pencil. crayon. closed lock. pink heart. red heart. orange heart. yellow heart. green heart. cyan heart. blue heart. purple heart. grey heart. white heart. brown heart. black heart. sparkling pink heart. pink heart with arrow. pink heart with bow. double pink hearts. swirling pink hearts. glowing pink heart. vibrating pink heart. broken heart. radiation warning. libra. big red X. big red O. crossed out circle. question mark. exclamation point. warning sign. trident. fleur de lis. accessibility sign. canadian flag. brazillian flag. pirate flag. ok sign. cool sign. music notes. on arrow. top arrow. TM sign. crossed out bell. thought bubble. yelling bubble. speech bubble. spade. club. heart. diamond. gay pride. trans pride.

[tartaeya]

here's more of the cowboy bebop au btw (currently rewatching the series)

“These used to mean something.”

Zhongli looks at the vision on Kaeya’s belt with a slight frown. Most people treasure theirs— they put them in fancy holders, they wear them with pride, they keep them safe on their person and they always make sure they never lose them. Kaeya’s is clipped haphazardly onto his belt, and the holder he got for it is chipped and weathered, missing half of its wings and he’s pretty sure Kaeya got it (the holder) from a supermarket from the nearby city. It looks like it’s made of nickel, and if it could leave an impression on such a holy gem, the pale blue would be turning green in some places.

“Yeah, well,” Kaeya already sounds tired of this conversation.

“I mean it— every vision is a gift from above. It means you’re blessed. It means—”

“Well, if it were capable of doing more than this—” Kaeya’s hand goes up to grip the lock holding together the fence, letting it freeze and shatter in his grasp, “�� I would hold more reverence for it. As it stands, it’s a fancy lockpick.”

“You were born in the wrong era,” Zhongli’s mild scoff is audible, Kaeya clearly someone he’s both comfortable with but doesn’t hold his tongue around. “If you had a sword—”

“I don’t.”

“You could do fantastic things— remarkable acts of showmanship, feats of power and displays of—”

“Doubt our friends in the warehouse are going to be impressed by me showing off some snowflakes, or you throwing a meteor on top of the hostages,” Kaeya pats the gun strapped to his thigh in its holster, a Beretta 92, and grins. “As it stands, my pistol works a lot better than my shiny rock does.”

The skyline flickers with projected ads that dim the stars, welcoming space ships in from distant corners of the solar system. Kaeya doesn’t wander beyond Liyue, but it’s nice to know there’s more out there. The overlaying echoes of voices talking over one another becomes the backdrop of the future crime scene.

“How much is Tartaglia again?” Kaeya whispers, walking a bit slower to mask the sound of his footsteps.

“6,000,000 Mora. Don’t mess this one up. We need that money for repairs.”

“Hmm… kinda low for a Harbinger, don’t you think?”

“He’s the youngest. Means he’s worth a little less, but he’s no less of a pain in the ass.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard you swear since we started working together.”

“Special bounty, special occasion.”

Kaeya puts his back to the wall of the warehouse. The night helps mask him from the lookout watching to make sure no one gets in, but this is where Zhongli typically provides backup and Kaeya gets the job done.

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Teyvat is a solar system.

Natlan, the planet closest to the sun, is inhabitable. Sumeru is the most easily visible from Liyue, and despite its initially unlivable conditions, was terraformed into a thriving population. Liyue is the blue dot where humans originated, and Mondstadt is the windy planet next to it that was terraformed sometime in the 21st century. After that is an asteroid belt, the massive planet of Inazuma and its many moons, the blue-ringed Fontaine, and the chilly, distant Snezhnaya.

The seven planets were named after the seven nations on Liyue— which once went by Teyvat. It’s a little confusing, but things change when you move out into the stars. Communities both condense and expand, the world is no longer the world, but space, infinite, ever growing, with new, deeper reaches to find. Some things, though, don’t change. With new technological advancements in science and industry come new ways to exploit it, new ways to turn towards a life of crime, new territories with new laws and new ways to break them.

And so, the origin of the humble bounty hunter starts there.

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Kaeya met Zhongli sometime after he left the Khaenri’an branch of the Abyss Order.

Named after a legendary planet that was said to have been destroyed by a comet, the 8th in the system, purported to have an Atlantis-like advanced civilization of aliens or humans (no one can seem to come to a consensus), the Abyss Order is a crime organization operating out of Mondstadt. He doesn’t tell anyone what happened there, but Zhongli found him, half-dead on a satellite orbiting Liyue and patched him up. He told Kaeya he was a bounty hunter, and that his line of work is dangerous.

Kaeya decided to repay the favor by accompanying him on one bounty…

Which became two, which became four…

Until now.

Kaeya knows better than to shoot the lookout. Guy’s just doing his job, and his disregard for life isn’t so strong yet that he’ll kill someone for the crime of being Fatui, even if his brother will.

“We can make you talk, you know—!” A jovial, almost boyish sounding voice calls out inside. “I wouldn’t prolong this any longer than…”

“Fuck…” A raspy voice responds, “You.”

“… ah, well, I tried. Bring me the pliers—”

The screams are enough that the Harbinger doesn’t notice his lookout has gone missing, followed by two more guards. By the time he notices something is wrong, really wrong— a chair is flying towards his head, and one very fierce bounty hunter comes after it.

“Hey now,” Tartaglia begins, evading each punch and kick Kaeya sends his way. “My bounty says to bring me back alive.”

“Unconscious is still alive,” Kaeya responds, dropping down to sweep him off his feet with a low kick, and Tartaglia goes down, but his hand immediately reaches for his pocket— a drug. He bites into it, this vial-looking thing, and immediately, Kaeya is charged into a bunch of wooden boxes.

“Shit—!” He gasps.

Tartaglia will dance with him properly, now. The drug is experimental, it augments fighting abilities. Kaeya steps back, dizzied, wondering if now is a good time to use that useless hunk of rock on his belt. When he catches his hand, he coats it in frost with his palm, and Tartaglia reels back in pain.

He realizes that Kaeya’s hands are dangerous, and he needs to go on the offensive to strike something else— his stomach, his face, his groin— whatever works, but Kaeya caught him off guard. With that icy grasp, the other fist comes up and sucker-punches Tartaglia in the stomach, hardened with frost. It’s a race to see who can knock out the other first now, and—

Kaeya wins it.

[palangsaeya]

Once upon a December

Group: Ateez Members: Seonghwa, Hongjoong Warnings: none

Here it goes! This was my first short story about Ateez. I wanna let you know that English isn't my first language so it's not perfect but... I hope you could enjoy the story no matter how many errors you saw!

Let me know what you thought about this!

Inspired by this song:

“Dancing pirates,  painted ships.  Things I almost remember.  And a song Seonghwa sings  Once upon a December. 

Far away,  Long ago.  Glowing dim as an ember,  Things my heart  Used to know  Things it yearns to remember.  And a song someone sings…  Once upon a December.” 

Black haired beautiful man stood on a deck looking to the horizon. His hair was tied up and the brown fur was keeping the cold wind away from his bare chest. 

White haired man in a white fur walked next to the other man. He looked to the horizon also and smirked a little. 

“It’s December already?” the one that just arrived asked. 

The first man was silent first and looked at the little snowflakes that were starting to fly slowly in the cold weather. Yes, it was December. He had lost count how many December it had already been but he didn’t mind it. 

“Are we there yet?” he asked without answering. 

Blond man looked at the other man’s face and smiled. Not happy, not angry, not sadly. More like proudly. 

“In an hour”, he answered. “We still go with the plan?” 

Black haired man looked back at the blond man. At first his face was cold as ice but little by little he smiled. 

That smile was all wicked while his hand touched his sword. 

“Of course. It’s time to let them see me dancing again.” 

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Have you ever seen or imagined a winter ball room? Full of people dressed up in glamorous dresses and suits, the decoration is all shiny but warm and you can hear the classical music played by the orchestra. The snow is dancing outside and people inside. 

Seonghwa had lived like that all his life. He grew up with these kinds of balls. Seonghwa was dressed up in white suit with silver details that were shining because of the lights in the ballroom. At first he just followed people dancing but after a while the music stopped and he knew it was his turn. 

Seonghwa stood up and walked in the middle of the dance floor. People made room for him because they all knew what was going to happen and even though they had to make room they all wanted to see it closely. 

The delicate music started to play and Seonghwa started his dance. It was his melody. Beautiful and delicate, like a little snowflake that was dancing its way to the ground, Seonghwa danced his heart out. He looked cold but it made the dance even more breathtaking. 

Suddenly the door of the ballroom flew open. Armed men ran inside and besieged people inside the huge room. Seonghwa could hear screams and he saw people were scared but he himself could only look at the doors and the one who meddled with his dance. 

A black -haired man walked inside the room with more men near him. He was dressed all black but Seonghwa could see some jewelry in his outfit. 

Pirates. 

Seonghwa knew who they were because he had heard a lot of stories about them. But why were they in here? The castle wasn’t near the sea so it didn’t make sense for them to come here. 

Hongjoong, the captain of the pirates, looked around and fixed his eyes to Seonghwa. He looked at the beautiful man with white and silver clothes and he smirked. He had finally found him. 

Hongjoong saw the man in front of him months ago and after that he got obsessed with the cold looking snowflake. It took time but finally he had made his way to him. 

Captain walked closer to Seonghwa and the smirk disappeared. 

“Will you walk or do you want us to force you with us?” he asked. The fact was that he wasn’t leaving from that room without his snowflake with him. 

Seonghwa looked at the pirate captain coldly without much emotion. He thought pirates were… taller? More intimidating? But there was something familiar with the black haired captain that made Seonghwa wonder if he had seen him somewhere before. 

“And why should I go with you?” Seonghwa asked calmly. 

“Force it is then”, the captain said and nodded his head. A few men near him took a few steps forward but they stopped after seeing Seonghwa’s icy look. 

Seonghwa didn’t show pretty much any emotion in his face but his looks freezed the pirates except the captain. He didn’t say much, neither looked around him for help. After a moment he started to walk and passed the captain while walking towards the doors. It wasn’t like Seonghwa wanted to go with the captain. Something told him that he was going with him no matter what. Also Seonghwa wanted to maintain the peace in the ballroom. He kind of expected the pirates to start fighting and killing people and creating a mess but they were just keeping other people away from their captain while the scared people wouldn’t even think about walking forward and helping the beautiful man who was going to be taken. 

Hongjoong smirked again while turning around and nodding to his people, letting them know it was time to go. While they were walking outside the ballroom towards the outdoors Seonghwa could hear people starting to play music again and the dance was continuing like nobody ever came to interrupt the evening. 

Seonghwa thought to himself that it wasn’t a surprise knowing how shallow these people were. It wasn’t like he didn’t know these people, he had grown up with them. He knew how they didn’t want to do anything that would destroy their fairytale evening. 

Hongjoong took Seonghwa in horse carriage and went inside with him. Seonghwa sat down silent and looked outside the window to the place he had lived many years. Hongjoong looked at him wondering why he didn’t see any emotion on his face because normally people would freak out and fight back but with this one he was just calm. 

The journey to the ship was silent but it was okay for both of them. Seonghwa just looked around him without focusing on anything specific. It was like he didn’t care anymore. If you knew him any better you would know that Seonghwa was like this. In front of all the people he was looked up because of his looks and beauty but outside of that ballroom he is cold to everyone. He knows not to trust people, but he also knows not to show too much hate to others. 

After arriving at port the carriage stopped and Hongjoong jumped out of the carriage. He held the door open for Seonghwa, who climbed down behind him. He looked at Seonghwa’s face waiting to see some emotions but saw still nothing. Seonghwa knew Hongjoong was looking at him but he didn’t care. He walked towards the ship he saw other pirates going and he had to admit it wasn't hard to recognize the pirate ship from the other ships. 

Hongjoong nodded to everyone letting them know it was okay for Seonghwa to walk in front of him and go where he wanted while following his every step and move. 

“What do you think?” Hongjoong asked after arriving at the deck and standing there while Seonghwa looked around. 

“Well, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be”, Seonghwa answered calmly. 

“Do you want to see where you stay?” 

Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong and faced his eyes. Not a single emotion slipped from his control. 

“In this part you tell me that I would sleep in your cabin and in your bed.” 

Hongjoong smirked after hearing it and seeing Seonghwa’s emotionless reaction. 

“I thought you would like to sleep in your own cabin but I’m not saying no to that.” 

Seonghwa looked still at Hongjoong and raised his eyebrow. 

“So? Show me the cabin. We can leave now.” 

After this he walked past Hongjoong and went inside the boat. Hongjoong smiled widely and turned to see Seonghwa’s back. He knew this snowflake was something else. 

“Boys, you heard the queen! Hurry up and let’s get going!” 

[stayinguplate]

winter king x depressed reader

This story will have mention’s of SH(self harm),mentioning death,crying,comfort

If you are uncomfortable reading this please don’t read but if not bothered please enjoy the rest of the story.

(If you are in pain or want to hurt yourself please don’t do it people do love you and need you and make sure to get some help in the process of healing)

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I was outside of the winter kingdom and was just looking at the sky and watching the falling snowflakes I then looked down and slightly lifted up my sleeves and see the fresh new marks that I made earlier this morning. They stung so I pulled my sleeve down again to avoid looking at it before anyone notices I then heard a joyful laugh from winter king as he skated towards me

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“ why hello my dear reader how are you doing today “ he asked with an confident smile

I turned around and faked a smile hopefully paying it off

“ oh I’m doing good just starting at the sky enjoying the day and snow “ i said keep up the fake smile not breaking cover

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Winter king laughs a bit as he brushes a small pile of snow off your head “ well I’ll be smart enough to mostly know that you have been out here a while ?” I looked surprised as I looked to the snow on the ground

“ heh I guess I forgot how long I was out here…I guess I really do have to keep track of time “ i said smile slightly disappearing but I push the feeling away and recompose myself

Winter king smiles and pats my shoulder gently “ it’s really not that bad it really is a wonderful day toda-“

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he suddenly gets cut off as an explosion of candy booms go off and the candy queen appears “ hello everyone I’m back please please don’t clap I know you all missed me “ she said over confidently

“ no one is clapping…” i said struggling to stand up standing up

Winter king try’s to freeze the candy queen, Candy queen continues to dodge the attack and I expect her to grab winter king but instead suddenly grabs me

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“ hey put my dear reader down!” Winter king yelled as he ran towards her his expression turns around real quick happy to upset 

My eyes widen in shock as I’ve never seen him like this as Candy queen pushed me down onto her flying banana ship

( I’m sorry I don’t know is it a propeller ship? Or idk 😭)

“Sorry baby No can do I have something special I want to try with you friend “ she said laughing as she flew away

Winter king then looks very worried

“ ice scouts new mission is to save reader and make sure she is safe “ he said with a serious expression as he grabbed his sword “ now let’s go!” He yelled as they all headed towards the candy kingdom 

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As Candy queen crashes into the wall into her kingdom she throws me into the cage with the Candy handcuffs

I looked at her with confusion

“ why did kidnapping me?” I asked her wondering why she did

“ oh you see you have gotten a little in my way “ she said playing with her keyboard “ what do you mean?!” I said getting frustrated she then grabbed my collar of my shirt

“ listen you’re getting in the way of my wedding  I need it filled with icicles and mostly candy ” she said daydreaming and looked back to me

“ now let us get started “

She played more with her keyboard and I turned around and saw a big  rolling pin smashing dough and my eyes slightly widened as the banana guards grabbed one of my sleeves and accidentally ripped it off, revealing my scars. They didn’t care and grabbed my arms burning me since it was suger digging in my wounds,they then started dragging me towards it

I didn’t fight back not seeing the point even though it would be possibly extremely painful I let them through me into the empty tray and I saw the rolling pin raise high up I closed my eyes accepting my fate

waiting for all the life pain to be over 

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‘Nothing I felt nothing. Did it already hit me? ’I as I slowly open, my eyes seeing , winter King holding me. not planning on letting go , seeing the ice scouts taking down the

Guards and seeing Candy queen tied up passed out 

I look up to winter king and I realize my arm!

I tried to cover it so he wouldn’t see but winter king’s cold hand stopped me ……

“ don’t I already know we’ll talk about it at the castle , you worried me sick”he said fully picking me up bridal style, the scouts were finished with the banana guards and I was saved…

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As we got back to the castle everyone resumed calmly what they were doing

As winter king took me to his room gently placing me on his bed and pulling out a rubbing alcohol ,healing ointment,cotton pads and some bandages 

He gently takes both of my arms and rolls up the other sleeve and sees more scars he takes the cotton pad and puts some alcohol on it and puts it on the first few scars

I winced slightly in from the burning sensation

“ you’re going to be just fine I promise ” he says as he cleans the next scar which is slightly bigger

I looked away ashamed but winter king gently grabbed my chin and has me look at him

“ why would you do this to your soft lovely skin “ he said as he got a new cotton pad and continued to gently clean the next cut I winced again

“ I …I’m sorry I just feel invisible and not good enough…” i said as I started lightly crying and I quickly wiped my tears away

“ please don’t push your feelings away reader you matter so much to me “ he said as he put healing ointment on the scars and wrapped it up in the bandages and continued on the other arm. Gently cleaning the fist scar “ you are never invisible to me you are the moon to me i long to see your lovely glow “ your tears finally fall listening to winter kings kind words

As winter king finishes wrapping up the bandage he hugs you gently and you hug back sobbing letting it out fully as he cresses your hair sitting next to you now “ Shhhh shhh it’s going to be okay I’ll always be by your side to protect you and my dear reader “ he said as he gently holds your face and kisses you gently while wiping a tear away .

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I hope you guys enjoyed

I honestly hope I did better on this one because I don’t know about the last one I like it but I don’t know if it was good , I hope you guys had a great day or night and I’ll see you another time while I’m writing more stuff.

[rexheroum]

@fulltimeforestcryptid // Bride!Els.a

[tifa1991]

Hello everyone. This is my first attempt to write something in english which is not my first language. I hope it is not that bad and that you like it if not let me know.

I also would like to try to take requests what should happen between law and the Reader but only sfw stuff.

Information.

Reader was on a Mission and had to travel with a Crew of Bad Pirates. But the ship somehow comes near the Island Punk Hazard and can't manage to reach the entrance. The Captain escapes with some of his crewmates on his rescueboot leaving the Reader to herself. Thanks to her devilfruitpowers she reaches a Point on the Island between the fire and the iceside, not knowing she will meet someone again.

You were sweating like hell after a short walk on the fireside of Punk Hazard. Your long wavy Hair was wet and stuck everywhere. It was hard for you to breath, something you had to be careful with, as your power was one reason for it. Aerofruit parameciatype gave you the ability to control the air and wind. But if you would use to much of it at a time or in a small room it would affect the air around you so much that you would have a hard time breathing. As you walked the small path you finally reached a small Part of the River leaving you perplex by the View of the Landscape. While on your side to view and temperatures were like hell the other side seemed like a winterwonderland ready to freeze evething in its merciless storm of big snowflakes.

"What the fuck" you mumbeld "Akainu and Aokiji really put all to their fight".

Of cause Punk Hazard was not a name you never heard Off, as the vicecaptain and Assassine of your Crew it was in your jobdscription to know such information which could save the crew. Thinking about if it would be safe to fly over the river and maybe get caught by the storm, falling into the icewater and sink like a stone because of your devilfruitpowers or melting to death if you stayed, you choosed the first Option.

A troublesome flight lend you to finally land on the snow. It was soft, beautiful white and surrounded your whole feet.

"Oh crap" you whined with chattering teeth, clinging your Arms around you "this ist way to cold". Looking down on you with your feet in white Sneakers covered in snow, the grey tight dress in soft fabric getting stiff from the coldness extra fast, because of being wet from your sweat, thanks to the hot islandside earlier. Ai you would freeze to death instead of melting if you couldn't find some place to warm up and warm clothes.

You continued your way towards the mountains, hoping the in snowcovered building you saw while flying earlier wasn't just imagination.

It took you quit a while to reach the big steelgate, beeing releaved at first your hopes turned to snowflakes as it wouldn't open. Would've been to easy otherwise.

"It has electricity and a camera" you waved at it "hello? I...i am sor...sorry but i'm shipwrecked and i need Help" raising your voice with effort, feeling the pain of the cold in every bone and nerve you have. Strands of your hair wet and Frozen covered in thick snowflakes.

No answer.

"Okay if you won't let...me...in, i will...cut my way through it" with robotic movements of your arms you reached behind your lower back where on a special belt your two Sais were hold. Not the best to cut steel thinking about the swords Zorro has, you had to try it at least and with the combination of your aeropowers it might work.

As your already blue fingertips reached the handle of your Sais, a heavy Sound appeared and the Gate opend.

You looked to the camera, nooding a thank you and ran into the building.

It wasn't warm in there but much better than being in the storm.

Still your arms wrapped around yourself you followed the metallic hallway till you reached a crossroad. Following the right path you could soon see doors which one on the left side was slightly open.

You knocked.

No Response.

You opend the door completly to enter the room irritated by the big desk, weird containers filled with yellow bubbeling liquid.

"What the hell is this place?"

A 'click' drew your attention behind you as a tall man in a long black coat and a long sword, locked the door behind you.

"Assassine Y/N L/N Vicecaptain of the Spirapirates Bounty of 260Million Berry" the man said in a smokey deep voice, mustering you with his grey eyes.

Your eyes widend with surprise a smirk slightly crossed your blue lips.

"Trafalgar Law. What a lovely surprise. I guess you opend the Gate for me?"you said in an sarcastic tone.

You knew him. You've met him three times already. First time on an Island near the Sabaody Archipel, you, your Captain, Bepo and him got even stuck in a damn icecave. Nexttime was on the Sabaody Archipel itself when you and also your Captain fought with him and Eustess Kid against some Pacefista.

The third time you've just seen him at Marine Ford saving Luffy.

And for that, you felt like you owned him.

You might have been surprise to see him here but were also happy and took a step forward him before you instinctly stopped. Something seemed off.

Law wasn't someone who talked much and was more giving 'don't even start to Talk to me or you end up in slices or without a heart' vibe. Still, you never had a feeling that he would atend to really attack your Crew. He seemed like a man who would only do it if needed.

Coming near you he asked "What are you doing here?"

"Sounds weird, but i got shipwrecked with some other stupid Pirates".

"What about your Crew? Are they here too?"

"No i came alone" your E/C eyes focused on everystep he made till he stopped at your wavering behavior while you didn't seem to notice it, while you gave him a counterquestion.

"What are you doing here?"

"None of your Business".

Jerk.

"Now that you know that i am here", he started "I'm afraid i can't let you go" still mustering you before he locked with your eyes.

"Room".

With eyes wide open you jumped back "Don't you dare" you snatched, a sharp stich following your sudden movement, stopping you from jumping high enough but still far enough to get out of his radius for now.

As you landed your Heart skipped a beat as a smokey voice and warm breath brushed against your neck and ear "Too slow".

Before you could react, Law grabbed you by your arm turning you around, your hands landing on his chest to gain some distance but he was pushing you more against him holding one of your wrists, his eyes focused on your face. The warmth of his coat and hands giving you shivers on your cold Body.

"Your lips and fingers are still blue, your pulse is low, your movements are slow and stiff, wet clothes and hair. Not the best Idea you made today".

"What...the...h...hell are you talking about?" You couldn't even try to fight, feeling the dizziness coming over you nearly knocking you out.

"Keeping you warm and stealing your heart" he sounded so smooth, so relaxing to you while his face turned into a blur and the last word you heard from him meaning trouble.

"Room".

Trafalgar got on one knee, holding your upper body with it and his arm around you, his free hand over your chest "scalpel" he whispered.

Holding your heart now in his hand he placed it safely into the inside of his coat, then he tooked you bridalstyle out of the room.

[dysphanic-redshift]

a bond across lifetimes, a true home

fic ig. It's almost 2am and I have ethubs on the brain. Pref all editions of the word love are seen platonically. Characters not the ccs either way

Deep breathing.

In and out.

He's gone.

It hurts.

He's slipped from delicate fingers, ghosting away from slender hands that try to grasp one last time, one last try, one last-

one last life.

just one.

If only.

It's always been him. Both of them. A dancing, winding pattern, slipping through each other's feeble grasps like sand swept away by the rolling waves, like voices caught in a blizzard, ripped out of their throats and away before they can dare greet each others ears.

Dancing around each other like swaying fronds of grass, two eagles locking talons but never long enough, never quite.

Talons slip from each others grasp in synchronization, falling apart and flying away, never letting sunbaked feathers greet the cool, refreshing water. Flying their separate ways but clinging on so tightly.

It's so fragile. So...

easy to break.

and yet the strongest thing.

They fight. Hurl TNT at small castles and lob arrows through the sky. But mirth dances in their eyes, in wide tooth-filled grins and a scar tugged at by the edges of a sweetness hidden away. Taken by time, a castle falls as does a kingdom.

They love. They love in the way they dance, axes swung with force hitting the ground next to the other, swords nicking a cheek or arm in a teasing draw of blood. Haunting melodies accompany their laughter, hidden away in packed snow, hidden away and separated, never quite close enough, "He loves me", "that.. hurts, actually."

They long. It's a quiet, hidden thing, hidden in small interactions, "You're happy?" "I am." He's happy too. His soul is bound, he doesn't hate it, he loves his bound but not in the same way. This love is the crackling of fire so hot and close, sweltering smoke pressing choking burns into his skin. But their love is quieter, it's beams of sun on a winter afternoon, shining through swaying pine branches, it's the moss that clings tighter than the cold. But oh how he burns.

They bond. It's a taut thing, tension laid between them, but they always find each other again. They find each other a mile in the sky, the wind brutally winding through fur collars and packed moss, and all too soon is one gone, all too soon does the moss shrivel and die, too soon, not enough time, never enough.

They're the furthest thing from distant. He has his allies. His two friends to place his trust to, to rest with the knowledge that his secrets are safe, and yet. They find each other again. They've wronged each other in the past. He feels sick, horrid, he promised he'd help- but he didn't. So love is showered upon the one he has no words to describe. Their alliance is held together by a thin string, by overwhelming guilty compliments and the beaming smile of a new bedroom and the snickers as he's declared the favorite. But their dance dictates, their swaying back and forth forces fate. He falls. Oh how he falls. An angel collapsing, wings turning to stone, bloody halo flickering out with so few words and the twice-slashed body of a man who wants nothing but to be home. But what is home?

Home, in that moment, was a base tucked in a mountain, a nest full of feathers and flowers tucked in a corner, a magma cube milling about an enclosure, the warping of a portal his song of sleep.Home isn't that, though.

Home is what's inside.

Home is a nest covered in feathers and flowers, hand-crafted and fallen, laughter like the sun itself and snarky remarks befitting of a snake who's teeth bare in defense of him.

Home is the tattered remain of a tie, unworn but kept either way, bloody and soot-stained, the stray pebbles of a tower crumbling.

Home is a photo with a heart etched into the frame, a grin of teeth and stripes and a ship bearing sails so proudly.

Home is a broken shield, letter painted in meticulous white, frosted metal edges leaving crumbling snowflakes clinging to his ice-cold skin.

Home is the call of war, falling in a final blaze, the call of his king fading to ringing ears.

...Home is not where he lives. Home is not a reinforced cabin, it's not a fort of snow, it's not a burning ship, it's not a tower, it's not huddled in a mountain.

Home is the call of those he calls friends.

And oh, he could never truly be home without wrapping a moss cloak around his cold cold shoulders, smiling as he fiddles with the golden clasp, closing his eyes and seeing someone he can't help but love.

"He loves me," was said so long ago, and it was true. It hurt when lightning split the sky and declared, you love him and he loves you and he is gone.

But it's still a dance. Their love is twined in their death all the same.

A back and forth. A flaming arrow, quick aim making its mark, suffocating flames and sizzling lava, a ticking clock, a plunge through the chest as he cries for a home that's so far away.

...

Etho has learned many things, in this series of bloodshed and betrayal.

But he never forgot how to love, and neither did Bdubs.

[mugiwara-no-toshokan]

Thrice Prophesized

CisFem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: In-Universe levels of violence, amnesia, romance, reader gets some good bad-ass moments, but shouldn't feel Overpowered if I did my job well, surprisingly no smut in this one loves, but it's book 1 of 2.

Still 18+

Chapter 4: Treason.

Nami and Robin had helped you get situated in your space. You were sharing a room with them, and Franky had made you a very comfortable bed. You got your gifts moved into the room and even had a little nightstand by your bed that you could do with as you pleased.

After dinner you had spent a couple hours letting Robin and Nami provide you with clothes. You had enough to keep you going for a long while, and Usopp even offered to stitch things together for you to make something custom if you wanted. But at least this way you wouldn’t be wandering around in pajamas all day.

You slept well enough that night and found yourself up just before daybreak. Leaving Nami and Robin to their sleep, you put on what you had deemed your training clothes and went out onto the deck to begin what you hoped would become your usual routine.

Working through your sword forms, you practiced and focused on trying to coat your blade with armament haki as Jinbei had instructed you. If you couldn’t get the hang of it while moving you were going to focus on it after you were done, as a sort of meditative cooldown. As you moved you saw the cook cross the deck and head into the kitchen to start breakfast. He took note of you, but didn’t interrupt, and you only noticed him because you were trying to encompass the ship with observation haki.

Working two at once was maybe ill-advised, but it was better to strain yourself in training than to find yourself struggling later. What little you knew of this world was danger and conflict. Which wasn’t too dissimilar from your own world, except that you had grown up with those specific dangers and conflicts and knew what to expect.

Here their swordsmen were demons, and their magicians were difficult to spot.

By the time you’re done the sun is mostly above the horizon and the rest of the ship seems to be waking up. You clean up a little and join everyone for breakfast – it’s a little less intense than dinner was, as it seems some of the crew aren’t exactly morning people, but it’s still quite lively.

After breakfast you sat by the helm while Jinbei guided the ship on Nami’s guidance and listened as the older man spoke of this world. He spoke of the fishmen and their lands under the waves, he spoke of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons. He spoke of slaves and marines and pirates and citizens, and the different islands and their governments that – on paper at least – worked alongside the World Government.

He told you about the CP organizations, and the revolutionaries. He spoke of his experiences, and the end goal of descending upon the Grandline Metro and finding the One Piece – to name Luffy the King of Pirates and maybe even change the world for the better.

“If this One Piece is known to exist within such a small location, how has it not been found?” You ask when there’s a break in Jinbei’s explanation.

“As I understand it, it is a bit like finding a specific drop of water in the ocean. If you don’t know you’re looking for that specific drop, you could pass by it a hundred times and never find it.”

“Specifying a single drop of water in the ocean sounds like trying to match snowflakes – sounds impossible.” You admit. “Luffy believes he can do this?”

“He does, and he will.” Jinbei says with such assurance that you’re reminded of Luffy’s proclamation yesterday during the meal.

“Hm.”

“Does all of that help?”

“It does.” You say, standing up and stretching. “I have seen parts of this world already, and I’m sure I’ll see more, but this is enough that I should be able to avoid making a fool of myself. Usopp drew me a picture of what Marines can look like, so I understand the uniform.”

“Forgive me, but it seems something is still heavy on your mind.” Jinbei says, his eyes are on the horizon, but you get the feeling he’s focused more on you than what he’s looking at.

“I… hm.” You consider things for a moment and then sigh. “Forgive me, this may sound rude in the face of everything, but I don’t understand why you’re all helping me – And, I mean, I get that your Captain has decided, but I don’t understand why from him.”

“Do people require a reason to extend assistance in your world?”

“With few exceptions, yes.” You reply as Jinbei looks at you fully.  “Political intrigue, kingdom connections, family ties, wars, feuds, mercantile dealings, even the Knightage all have parameters that guide their decisions. Someone like my lord has power enough to follow his whims, but such is a rarity.”

“Then, perhaps it will help to consider Luffy as being powerful like your lord.”

“But… He has no land. You are all monstrously capable, but you are a mere nine vassals. Even your ship is – grand and beautiful, yes, but this is no fleet.” Your tone is one of confusion, not one of derision. “You are, yourselves, a drop of water within a vast ocean. What foundation is it that you stand upon? Do you have a castle in this Metropolis?”

Jinbei laughs. “Hardly! This ship is hearth and home for this crew.” He explains, laughing harder as your face goes slack. “You’ll see. We’ll be at the next island tomorrow, and I’m sure that whatever happens, it will help you understand. Not just this world, but this crew and its strength as well.”

You bow, “Thank you for your time and wisdom, Master Jinbei. I think I need to use my body after spending so long filling my brain.”

“You’re welcome, Miss (Y/N).” He says, giving you a small bow in return. “It has been my pleasure.”

You leave from the helm and consider training more with your sword and your Haki, but the Haki part of that equation required a lot of focus still. You needed a break from thinking, and normally that would be mean running laps or sparring with a fellow knight, but neither option was readily available on a ship. In looking around to consider what to do, you looked up and realized that there was one place on the ship you hadn’t been.

Climbing the rigging was exactly the kind of physical activity you were looking for, and the Crow’s Nest on this ship was far more unique than anything you had ever seen before. You got to the crossbar of the sails and climbed the ladder into the crow’s nest itself.

You gave a knock on the trap door before you opened it and clamored the rest of the way into the space. You were grateful that you had pulled yourself entirely into the area before you looked around or you might’ve fallen to the deck and died from shock.

Zoro was in the crow’s nest, in nothing but pants, exercising with weights. It wasn’t his lack of clothing, or the weights themselves that nearly broke your brain, it was the combination of the two. The weights looked, and sounded, entirely too heavy, and you weren’t sure how long it was going to take for you to adjust to the clothing styles of this world. People in this world seemed allergic to wearing layers. The Skeleton was the only one who wore an appropriate amount of clothing, and he was also the only one who could bandy about naked if he wanted without concern.

“What’re you doing up here?” Zoro asks after he sets the weights down and turns toward you.

“I… uh… I…” You shook your head. You had caught a glimpse of the scar across his chest before now but seeing it in its entirety was something else. Luffy had a scar on his chest as well that made you wonder what threats these men had faced down to earn such marks. “Master Jinbei had filled my head full of knowledge, so I was hoping to give it a break and exercise. I realized I hadn’t come up here yet, so I am, I guess, sating my curiosity. If this is a personal space for you, I can leave.”

“It’s fine.”

“Pardon my intrusion then.” You say, walking around the room while Zoro sits on the bench and takes a break.

You poke around the crow’s nest, and even try lifting some of the weights. The measures are in numbers you recognize, but the designation symbols by them are foreign to you, but it hardly matters, you can barely lift the smaller ones a few inches off the floor.

“How much do you weigh?” You ask him, looking up from the barbell you’ve been trying to decipher.

“Eh?”

“We measure weight back in my world in units called stones. You have… markings on this plate that I don’t recognize. You look like you’re… 14 or 15 stones, but I don’t understand that in terms of this… kay-gee marking.”

“Oh. Ninety kilograms.” He answers.

You look back down at the plate and realize it says 225kg, and there is an identical plate on the other end of the bar. That’s 70 stones. It’s a bit more than five times that man’s own weight. It was nearly nine times your own weight – which was small wonder why you could barely lift it.

“Are you truly not part demon?” You half question him, half mutter to yourself. You do the math in your head, despite meaning to take a break from thinking and nearly feel your legs buckle as you start to comprehend the weight he is lifting.

“Who else can use these weights?”

“… Franky. Maybe Jinbei.”

Franky, as you’ve learned, is a cyborg, which – according to him – means he is partially human and partially a machine. He’s more construct or golem as you’ve come to understand what he means by it. Jinbei is, strictly, not human as you understand how this world works, and fishmen are stronger than humans on average. You snort at the short list and shake your head.

“I bet the kind doctor has a form that could lift these as well,” you murmur.

Zoro grunts. “Chopper has a form that could lift the Sunny if needed.”

You look over at him in surprise and are more surprised to see he’s being serious. You don’t really know what to do with that information. Every time you think you’ve gotten a grip on the capacity of this crew some new information comes in and shatters it.

“Well, er – thank you for your time.” You say a little more hastily than you mean to, heading to the ladder to begin descending.

“Thought you wanted to exercise.”

You flinch, but you don’t turn to face him this time. “I… just don’t want to get in the way of your routine Master Roronoa,” you say, and quickly add. “Besides, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get used to climbing around the rigging as a form of exercise!” You manage to scramble out of the room in the time it takes you to say all that and lean against the mast for a moment to calm yourself before you do anything else.

It was the first time you had interacted with him where you didn’t see him as a demon. He was relaxed and at peace and didn’t have that heavy aura around him, and he was naked – partially naked. Mostly naked. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen some of your fellow knights shirtless before, but only when such was expected.

You were going to have to adjust to how people dressed in this world, or perhaps, how they didn’t dress.

Letting out a deep breath you start down the rigging back to the deck of the ship. Climbing around the rigging was good exercise, and good practice. There was at least one thing in this world that mirrored your own, and that was the style of knots used for the rigging on the ship. Knots that held tight, but that were easy to release if needed.

As a knight of a winter-locked land, you didn’t sail often, but you were educated and practiced in it. This way you could aid the sailors instead of hindering them if things went wrong. Coming down the rails again for the dozenth time, you leaned into the rigging and looked out over the water.

Remembering your world made your heart heavy.

You notice something in the sky that looked like a bird, but wasn’t quite right. Turning to look around you noticed the sniper was working on something out on the deck nearby.

“Hey, Master Usopp,” you call out to get his attention and point at the weird bird. “What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s a News Coo.” He explains, waving his hands and beckoning the bird to descend.

You have to grab onto the rigging to stop from falling as you see a strange bird – some mix between gull and albatross – with a sack of newspapers strapped to it land nearby. Usopp puts a coin in one pouch and takes a paper. He also provides a small snack for the creature which seems to be appreciated.

“It’s like a carrier pigeon, or messenger hawk.” You finally manage to say as the News Coo ascends back into the air.

“Your world has something similar?” Usopp prompts.

“Yes. On a smaller scale, but similar. Messenger hawks couldn’t deliver papers like that, but they can relay personal messages.” You explain, coming down onto the deck to look at the paper. You were relieved to see that you not only recognized the alphabet being used, but you could read and comprehend it.

Usopp had it open and was flipping through the first few pages when he came to a stop. Looking over at you he looked back to the page and then looked back to you.

“Oh no.” He pulls the single page out and hands it over to you. “Sorry, (Y/N).”

“Sorry? For wha-.” You stop as you look at the page in your hands. It’s more of a poster, with an accurate drawing of your face in the middle of the page. There was other information around it, but it didn’t include your name. You understood the concept of the page immediately but were left with another issue – the symbol by the long series of numbers didn’t make sense to you.

“I am… wanted alive.” You felt a little relieved by that and pointed to the number on the bottom of the page. “What does this mean?”

“Belly,” Usopp explains. “It’s a world-wide currency.”

“And, this number? Is it significantly high?” You ask, pointing to the number on your poster.

Usopp nods. “It’s below the average for the crew on the ship, but it’s significantly high.”

“… Master Usopp, what are the bounties of this crew? Is it rude of me to ask?”

Usopp laughs. “Not at all, any good pirate is proud of their bounty!” He assures you, even though his laugh sounds a little shaky. Luffy’s is the highest at 1.5 billion belly, Zoro’s is 320 million, Sanji’s is 330 million,” He begins, counting off on his fingers. “Nami’s is 66 million, Robin’s is 130 million, Franky’s is 94 million, Brook’s 83 million, and Jinbe’s is 438 million – he used to be a government affiliated pirate, but when he joined us his bounty went up.”

“And yours?” You prompt, a small smile on your lips.

Usopp seems to pale, but his smile doesn’t fade. “2-200 million.” He admits, doing his best to sound proud of it and not terrified by it.

“My apologies then.” You say flatly, reading your 250 million belly bounty on the poster.

“Oh, hahaha! Ah, d-don’t worry about that.” He laughs nervously and looks at you a little sheepishly. “Are you okay though? I mean, that’s uh – we’re not newbie pirates, when we started making our own way Luffy had a whole 30 million belly on his head, and no one knew our names. We’ve had time to adjust to this sort of thing.”

“I… spoke of treason when I arrived here. I imagine this is gentle in the face of that.”

“T-treason?!” Usopp exclaimed and then looked at you curiously. “Treason against who?”

“Something called the Empty Throne.” You say, “I was not in control of my words when I arrived, Master Usopp, I was speaking a prophecy.”

Usopp’s face went so pale he seemed to turn blue. After a small flurry of concern between you and him, he called the crew together and you recounted what you could remember of your arrival here. From the uncomfortably manicured lawn and man to the words you had repeated even as the last vestiges of your winter magic had sent you away from the Red Line.

“The empty throne is called such because no one is supposed to sit in it,” Robin explains. “The idea is that no one person rules this world, and at best the five elders collectively decide world-wide events.”

“But if your prophecy is to be believed, someone does sit on the empty throne,” Brook said solemnly. “I remember songs and poems about the empty throne, but even decades ago it was considered merely symbolic.”

“Whether someone does or doesn’t actually sit there, this explains why this was in today’s paper.” Usopp adds, putting your wanted poster on the table.

“I’m surprised we didn’t see one yesterday.” Sanji states. “Considering what we know.”

“They probably weren’t sure if she was dead or alive.” Jinbei says. “If they released a wanted poster for a corpse there would be problems. Debating what to do is likely what delayed it.”

“Only alive.” Zoro says and there’s a deeper scowl on his face than usual.

“But that’s good, right?” You ask. “Capture is difficult compared to killing. My chances are better, aren’t they?”

There’s a tense silence and then suddenly numerous arms sprout from your body and hold you tight. You grunt against the sudden movement, but you didn’t feel any hostility, and aren’t alarmed.

“Some Devil Fruits are well suited to capture.” Robin says as her hands turn to flower petals and release you.

“… This world is dangerous.” You admit, feeling a heavy weight in your stomach. “Oh, but haki can overcome Devil Fruits, yes?”

“If you’re strong enough in it, yes.” Jinbei replies. “So you can improve your odds by continuing to cultivate your haki.”

“Until then I suppose I should do my best to not get separated from the rest of you.”

[jay-avian]

Find the Word - Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @at-thezenith to find the words brown, sail, fierce, open, and clear

Sadly I don't have the word brown.. I literally have almost every other color :(

Kraken's Bane

The Crimson Flame was an old galleon. Its hull was a deep red, burnt in several places with holes spotted around the outside. Some parts of the railing on the decks were broken. The main mast seemed to be cracked a few feet above the base, yet it still stood tall. The sails, which were furled up, were mostly white and singed on the outer linings. Elliot stood in awe before the massive ship.

In Love and War

“Sir, this is something to be handled by-” “Thalra!” Eliza said sternly. She gave her soldier a fierce glare. “It’s fine. I’ll keep an eye on things, alright?” Thalra glared back at her commander before angrily sighing. “Fine,” she says as they hand the dragonborn over. She continues to face Eliza as she whispers to her. “But if anything goes wrong, it’s on your hands.”

“Well,” she says, beginning to draw her sword. “While we’re doing introductions…” Eliza points her sword to the open doorway out to the hallway. “Findlay!” As she calls, snowflakes swirl around the sword for a few seconds before shooting out from the tip. In a small flurry of snow, a rather large winter wolf materializes. It stands facing the kitchen, tail wagging. Eliza sheathes her sword.

Water Holds Memory

The river rain is softer, singing the songs of the flowers by her bank. Her soft and swift melodic voice sings of her forest home, the trees she provides for, evergreen every day. The slow-moving, clear water sings of the faces of the animals she meets and provides for. But she also sings a requiem for the blood that spilt within her waters from predators eating their meal. Her rapids have also taken their share of lives. Many folk take a misstep and tumble through the white waters.

I would like to tag @imaginativemind29new @macabremoons @caffeine-bee @the-broken-pen @stars-flowers-meteorshowers to find the words sunshine, cover, heart, hour, and door in any of their works, completed or not. Have fun! (If anyone else wants to join, feel free!)