#sing it supernatural challenge

[theveryworstthing]

the last but not least of the june patreon prompts, SpaceDancer asked for a transmasc lawyer humanoid earwig and this is pretty much what it says on the tin.

"Have you been in a car wreck? Do you need out of an unfair, and frankly, impossible to survive contract with your "good neighbors"? Are you pretty sure you had a child but the memories of them and only them have been fading by the day ever since your birthmark reshaped itself into the outline of a cowbird? Do you want to sing the blues AND keep your soul? Well now you can rest easy, because your new fairy lawfather is on the case! The Golden Courts may call me a traitorous scourge who only escapes my deserved destruction through infuriating technicalities, but you can call me Eloh Pool, attorney at cross-veil law.

Lawful Good not doin' it for ya? Time to try the Lawful Best.™"

this is Eloh and he is an absolute menace. he was born in a less than savory part of the veil that's really big on deals and contracts, but instead of using his powers to settle down at a nice crossroads or wander around glamored to the gills looking for marks, he decided that loophole hunting was way more fun. there's just something about taking apart a deal with the devil that gives him a rush hustling mortals can't provide. also he gets paid. Like, Paid paid. clients usually pay with one small act or item that goes towards solving one of his other cases (much easier to source dealbreakers that way) but his opponents pay up big when they lose (mostly because none of them think they'll lose as the majority of them are gambling addicts used to rigging the game).

he's always on the lookout for a challenge and these deal makers love to brag, so if you entered some kind of supernatural deal and his card spontaneously shows up in your mailbox before it even goes into effect then you fucked up.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Worth The Wait: Part One

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey so every one know that Jensen like Batman, so i have this ideas where the reader is Jensen wife and popular actress who is casted to play Cat woman with Robert Pattinson or other one and the reader never tell Jensen because she want to be a surprise or something like that and she bring him to the premiere where was the Batmobile and him was just fanboy? Fluffy between Jensen and reader 

Summary: You've been working on a movie you know Jensen will love to see, so you've managed to keep it from him until the world premiere. Now it's your chance to unveil the surprise.

Square Filled: hereditary for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: we're all gonna pretend that the movie Batman v Superman had Catwoman in it. okay? okay.

x

This all started when your great-grandmother got scouted to be in short films in the early 1900s. Actresses weren't a big thing back then but someone took one look at her and knew she was meant to be on the big screen, whatever that meant back then. She was known all throughout the state as a big-time actress even though all the things she was in were silent films. She had a great facial profile that really embodied everything she was thinking and feeling. She started young but that’s what people did back then. They started their professions at a young age.

When your grandmother was born in 1934, your great-grandmother was already moving on to bigger and better things. She starred in the movie It Happened One Night, The Thin Man, and MGM’s musical/romance adaptation of Cat and the Fiddle. Those were just to name a few. Your grandmother saw what she was doing and wanted to follow in her footsteps, doing everything she could do be in television, the big screen, and in theater.

She got her big break when she got cast in Treasure Island and Fantasia with Disney. She got acting gig after acting gig until she had your mother in 1954. She took a few years off to be with her family but got right back into it. Your mother had a knack for theater and did her time on Broadway more than she did in film. She starred in musicals like Applause, Fiddler on the Roof, Annie, Sweeny Todd, and Grease.

She had you in 1989, and you started singing and acting at a very young age. You got into commercials and TV shows from the get-go. Probably because you come from a line of Tony, Oscar, and Emmy winners. You tried not to let your line of succession lead you to getting good parts, but you’ve managed to get a small role in Jurrasic Park as a child, and into much bigger roles in Charlie’s Angels, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Saw I, Avatar, The Hunger Games, and many more.

You worked your ass off to be where you are today, and you’re actually working on putting your own album out because you’re striving to be the first EGOT winner in your family. You’ve gotten one Tony Award, too-many-to-count Oscars, and two Emmy awards.

To think you were the shy theater kid who only sang in front of people if you were starring in a play at school. After graduation, you got into a good acting school even though you didn’t really need it, but you still welcomed the challenge they put you through, even starring in most of the plays there. Now you’re a thirty-five-year-old woman with awards like no other, a husband who is just incredible, and an amazing career that is nowhere close to being done.

Your husband is also an actor, a big one for Supernatural. He’s been nothing short of amazing and you’re so proud of him and his work. It sucked at the beginning of his career since you two barely saw each other but the longer you did this, the more you settled into your own groove. You got to take the time off to be with each other a lot more.

You get to go to conventions with him and he gets to go to movie premieres with you. There is nothing you’d trade for this little life of yours. Speaking of movie premiers, you just got done filming your movie Batman vs Superman where you played Catwoman, but you refused to tell your husband anything about it. He is a big Batman fan, and if you were to surprise him with a Batman premier, he’d go feral. Jensen respected you enough to not go snooping when he knew you wanted this to be a surprise, and his friends respected you enough to not tell him about it.

Jenson has been bouncing in his seat since he entered the limo, and you’ve been watching with a wide smile on your face. When the limo gets to the red carpet, Jensen gasps at seeing everything Batman.

“Surprise! I’m Catwoman!”

“You got to be in a room with Batman?”

You two leave the Limo and smile at the cameras flashing in your face. Jensen doesn’t care if he looks like a little kid, he is going to be excited over anything Batman (even though you’re a tad more of a Marvel girl than DC). You’re trying to get in on one of their projects so fingers crossed! There is a section before the red carpet where people can take pictures with a real-life prop of the Batmobile.

Jensen loses his shit and rushes over with a giant smile on his face. You don’t care if a million people are watching or if it’s just you two, but you’ll always love the way he gets excited over things. He gets his picture taken with the Batmobile alone and then with you, and you pull him off to the side with a smile on your face.

“Is this a good surprise? Was it worth the wait?”

“So worth the wait. This is amazing.” Jensen leans in to kiss you but stops with a gasp. “Is that Michael Keaton?”

Jensen’s favorite Batman is Michael Keaton.

“Yeah, he showed up on set a few times. He’s a nice guy!”

“I’m nervous. Should I go up to him?”

“Yeah. He won’t bite,” you chuckle.

You escort Jensen over to Michael who is more than happy to talk to your husband. He hasn’t been this happy and excited in a while, and you’re glad to be part of it.

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[seeminglydark]

how much of his experiences with Caro does Johnny remember rn in SD? Is he getting them back at all?

Spoileryish stuff under the cut for his memories

TL;DR: Initially he remembered almost nothing about it. But now, he remembers that they were a cheerleader and they were friends and he had feelings for them. He remembers the supernatural things. He remembers Caros family was horrible and he wanted to help them, and that he couldnt. He doesnt remember finer details. kisses or hand holding or that they dated. he knows these things because hes been told but the memories arent his right now. but things are coming back.

Long story long RIGHT now at this moment in SD, it still vague for him but he is slowly getting things back. He remembers a cheerleader (he makes reference to a 'cute little cheerleader' in the Creaky chapter that Caro confirms was in fact them.) PTSD, Trauma and brain damage from both abuse and actually physically dying for a short period all contribute to Johnny having a lot of blank spots and fuzzy details in his memories of childhood/teenagehood. He remembers Caro was his neighbor after he puts together that Caro and Carrie are the same person (which takes a bit longer for him since they look and sound a little different these days and his memory of them is distorted, he has no pictures or anything to remind him. There is a scene in Mil-Liminal where Maddie shows him a yearbook photo and at least the part that he knows them QUITE WELL comes crashing back.) He does not remember they did have a chance to become 'official,' and actually dated, it happened so close to his major injuries/brush with death, but he does know it happened at this point, cuz Caro's told him. Things do come back to him, if he's reminded, for instance, Caro being trans now reminds him they told him about it once when they were kids, that it was something he knew about. Caro having their attack the night he hangs out with them reminds him they've ALWAYS experienced the supernatural. he falls into patterns with them that he did when he was younger, such as the way he sings to them or held them because of habit and familiarity even if he doesnt exactly remember. He's slowly putting the pieces back together as they are presented to him. i was asked while writing this reply if he has sense memory, and yes, caros scent, the feel of them, songs they liked together, if he ever gets into the Datsun again, all those things play into it. He does NOT remember the pendant Caro wears. Or that he gave it to them. Or that it was even his. When Caro speaks of him in the podcast, and he listens to it, he does not realize its him they are talking about. When they tell him it was about him, he actually still has a hard time believing that someone could speak about HIM in such a poetic and yearning way. Theres many things he remembers, and many things he knows because hes been told, but he does still have a hard time distinguishing which is which. I do want to note that there is inconsistencies in SD when it comes to these two, mostly because their relationship wasnt actually supposed to be canon, and Caro wasnt supposed to be in SD at all, its been a fun challenge to tie things back together with it, when i first started making the comic, I decided I'd leave room in my narratives for me to be creative and change up original concepts and even the way i draw if i wanted too as long as the Main Story was consistent, which helps keep things fun to create for me, especially for something ive been working on for 6 years! I'm actually touching on Johns memories in i think next months episode of SD, (it can be read early on Tapas's Early access with ink right now) so theres definitely more about it coming up <3

-RJ

[tarotwithavi]

Which Pokemon would you be and why? Pt1

Piles : from left to right

How to choose a pile?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

You would be Bulbasaur because you're known for your balanced and practical nature. Like Bulbasaur, you are someone who approaches challenges with a steady determination and a sense of responsibility. You too have a nurturing side, just as Bulbasaur carries a plant bulb on its back, symbolizing growth and care. This means you are likely to be a supportive and dependable friend, always looking out for the well-being of those around you. Your curiosity and willingness to learn and adapt, much like Bulbasaur's evolution, would make you open to new experiences and always eager to grow as a person.

Pile 2

You would be Pikachu because you're someone who is endlessly energetic, optimistic, and fiercely loyal. You have an infectious enthusiasm for life, always ready to take on new challenges with a smile. You are a natural leader, inspiring others with their determination and never-give-up attitude. Just like Pikachu's iconic thunderbolt-shaped tail, you too possess a spark of creativity and adaptability, making you quick to come up with solutions in times of need. Your sense of camaraderie would shine through in their friendships, as you prioritize the well-being of your loved ones and stand by their side through thick and thin.

Pile 3

You would squirtle because you're a spirited and adventurous individual. Much like Squirtle's water-based abilities, you would have a natural affinity for aquatic activities and a love for the outdoors. You'd be the type of person who enjoys spending sunny days by the beach, participating in water sports, or simply splashing around in a pool. Your outgoing and sociable nature would make you a natural leader among your friends, just as Squirtle often takes the lead within its squad of Pokémon. Despite your playful and energetic demeanor, you'd also have a strong sense of responsibility and would stand up to protect those you care about, just as Squirtle is known for its loyalty and courage.

Pile 4

You would be Snortax because you're incredibly laid-back and relaxed. You're the embodiment of the phrase "easygoing." Because you prioritize leisure and comfort above all else, often opting for long naps and hearty meals. You might give the impression of someone who enjoys indulging in life's pleasures. You might not be in a hurry to get things done and could be a bit slow-moving, but you're incredibly kind-hearted and approachable, always willing to share a meal or offer a comfy spot to rest. Just like Snorlax, you have a gentle and affable nature, making you a beloved presence in any group.

Pile 5

You would be jigglypuff because of your charming, social, and deeply artistic personality. Jigglypuff is known for its soothing singing and ability to put others to sleep, so you may embody a calming and enchanting presence. You are someone who enjoys entertaining others with their talents, whether through music, storytelling, or other forms of artistic expression. Jigglypuff's friendly demeanor and ability to make friends easily would translate into you being outgoing, empathetic, and values strong connections with others. However, you might also have a mischievous side, as Jigglypuff is known for drawing on the faces of those it puts to sleep, showcasing a playful and creative streak.

Pile 6

You would be Gengar because you are an individual with a dark and enigmatic aura. You have a mischievous and cunning personality, often enjoying playing pranks and indulging in a dark sense of humor. You might have a penchant for the mysterious and eerie, with a love for all things spooky and supernatural. Despite your eerie exterior, you are fiercely loyal to your friends and loved ones, always ready to protect them in times of need. Others might notice you lurking in the shadows, observing the world with a sly grin, but your loyalty and dedication would shine through when it truly matters.

[pepelepieu6541]

"Not like my parents" Legacy Challenge

A fun sims challenge for those that want to play around with different packs and also have sims babies that grow up "not like my parents".

Basic Rules:

Try to use minimal cheats

You can live anywhere unless otherwise specified

Generation one: Gothic

Think a vibe like the Addams family - A sim that is gothic and is obsessed with everything to do with death and the supernatural. This sim also has a passion for music and collects tarot cards in their spare time.

Traits: gloomy, music lover (can change to loner maybe?), macabre

Aspiration: occult aspiration of your choosing OR ghost historian

Career: Undertaker Career or the Reaper Profession

Fave colour: black

Rules:

Master undertaker career or Reaper Profession 

Complete occult aspiration or ghost historian 

Befriend Death (Grim Reaper)

Master a musical instrument and the thanatology skill

Collect all tarot cards

Visit The Other Side of the Veil (turn into a ghost at least once)

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Generation two: Modern Skeptic 

You grew up hating your unconventional family and leave your hometown for a different way of life. You’re a skeptic that doesn’t buy into ghosts, the Grim Reaper, or that another world exists beyond. You like facts, science, modern technology, and the REAL WORLD. You’re awkward at love and don’t settle down till later in life, focusing on your career before this. 

Traits: skeptic, genius, romantically reserved

Aspiration: Academic 

Career: Scientist

Fave colour: blue

Rules:

Master Scientist career

Complete academic aspiration

Master logic skill and gaming skill

Do not get married before you’re an adult, partner must work full-time too

Have only one child

Live in different world to one you were raised in 

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Generation three: Conservative Country

You grew up a lonely child, your parents were always working and you had no siblings. Your biggest wish is to have a big family. You also found your parents too obsessed with technology and science, and decide to reject it all and become ultra-conservative.

You love the country and live off the land.

Traits: proper, rancher, family oriented

Aspiration: big happy family

Career: make all your money from farming

Fave colour: yellow

Rules:

Have a minimum of 10 kids

Complete big happy family aspiration

Master gardening and parenting skills

Only make money from your farm

Dress conservatively

Reject all electronics

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Generation four: Wild Child

You found your parents too restrictive and family waaaay too big. All you want is to have fun, be modern, and listen to music from a stereo. You’re the life of the party, you love dancing and going to karaoke. As a teen you’re rebellious. You don’t believe in monogamy and enjoy dating around.

Traits: party animal, outgoing, romantic

Aspiration: live fast as a teen, party animal as an adult

Career: social media

Fave colour: purple

Rules:

Have max two children

Master dancing, singing, and charisma skills

Master social media career

As a young adult live in an apartment

Date more than 3 people 

Master live fast aspiration as a teen, and party animal as an adult

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Generation five: Looking for Peace

You found your mother was distant and self-absorbed. She was always going to parties or hosting parties. You just want to have peace and quiet. Be alone and enjoy nature. You also found animals understood you better. 

Traits: vegetarian, loves outdoors, animal enthusiast

Aspiration: country caretaker or freelance botanist

Career: conservationist

Fave colour: green

Rules:

Master conservationist career

Master gardening and flower arranging skill

Master country caretaker or freelance botanist aspiration

Live near nature and only go on camping holidays

Renounce inheritance, and live in basic house with basic clothes

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Generation six: Materialistic 

You grew up poor, and camped a lot. You found your parents were crazy about nature, and there were always animals in your house. You dream of having money, nice things and being indoors with all its luxuries. You’re passionate about fashion and physical looks, as you grew up dressed always in the same thing.

Traits: materialistic, snob, ambitious

Aspiration: mansion baron or fabulously wealthy

Career: style influencer

Fave colour: gold

Rules:

Master style influencer career

Master mansion baron or fabulously wealthy aspiration

Master fitness skill

Have multiple outfit options

Marry a rich sim

Do not inherit any money

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Generation seven: Flower Child

Your parents were way too materialistic and obsessed with money. You found it shallow (though you do keep your inheritance). You seek deep connection and a deeper meaning of life. You’re a bit of a hippie, and want to share your musings of life with the world.

Traits: freegan, creative, generous 

Aspiration: zen guru

Career: painter

Fave colour: rainbow

Rules:

Master zen guru aspiration

Master painter career

Master guitar and painting skills

Have permissive family dynamics with your kids

Live near the beach

Keep inheritance

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Generation eight: Adrenaline Junkie

You found things were relaxing as a kid but you seek adventure! You’re an adrenaline junkie who couldn't keep still as a kid. You didn't want to stay inside meditating, and you value actions over words.

Traits: adventurous, active, self-assured

Aspiration: extreme sport enthusiast

Career: astronaut

Fave colour: orange

Rules:

Master extreme sport enthusiast aspiration

Master astronaut career

Master fitness and handiness skills

Visit Planet Sixam

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Generation nine: Overachiever

You really admired your parents and their zest for life. You want to live up to their expectations and are a bit of an overachiever. You want a “perfect nuclear family”, married with 2 kids who work just as hard as you. You let off steam through vlogging, and imagining how your parent travelled into space. You're a little bit awkward, but mean well.

Eventually, you become burnt out from trying so hard and become a professional vlogger in your adult life. 

Traits: overachiever, socially awkward, perfectionist

Aspiration: super parent

Career: doctor, then simfluencer or video game streamer

Fave colour: white

Rules:

Master super parent aspiration

Have two children

For most of life live in a classic suburban house

Doctor career until adulthood then change to simfluencer or video game streamer

Master painting and media production skills

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Generation ten: Fabulously Famous

You’re the opposite of a geek. Your parents wanted you to follow in their footsteps but you never enjoyed maths or science. You never did well at school, all you enjoyed doing was performing. You're a charismatic sim who loves being the centre of attention. Your flirty nature means you love to date around. In your spare time you enjoy gourmet cooking.

Traits: romantic, self-absorbed, high maintenance 

Aspiration: World-famous celebrity or musical genius

Career: actor or entertainer

Fave colour: red

Rules:

Master world-famous celebrity aspiration or musical genius aspiration

Master actor or entertainer career

Master acting (or instrument) and gourmet cooking skills

Move to Del Sol Valley

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Generation 11: Full Circle

You felt your parents were out of touch with the world and their roots. You’re into family history and learn the first of your long line were sims obsessed with death. You enjoy visiting the family graves, respecting your ancestors, and writing about your family history. Though your ancestors were obsessed with death, you love love. You have so much love to give and want to share it with the world! 

Traits: love bug, cheerful, family-oriented

Aspiration: serial romantic aspiration

Career: romance consultant

Fave colour: pink

Rules:

Master romance consultant 

Master serial romantic aspiration

Visit the graves of your ancestors and interact with ancestors who are now ghosts

Max romance and writing skill

Choose one of the 11 generations to be reborn

[shrinkthisviolet]

oc halloween challenge 2024 (Day 12): Supernatural AU

Make your human oc a supernatural creature or your supernatural oc a different supernatural character.

Morgan as a Siren

“So what’s it like?”

Morgan glanced at her human lookalike, puzzled. “What’s what like?”

“Being a siren,” Jesse Wells replied—what a bizarre thing, to have more than one name. But then again, humans were bizarre creatures.

“What’s it like being a human?” Morgan retorted.

Jesse laughed before sobering. “Point taken. But…is it true that you guys sing men to their deaths?”

Morgan smirked. “We sing humans to their deaths. So you’d better watch your step…”

“Ah!” Jesse flinched back, huffing when Morgan burst out laughing. “It’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny.” Morgan grinned, ignoring Jesse’s flinch—the girl had admitted the last time she visited that Morgan’s sharp teeth were more than a little unnerving. Morgan, personally, didn’t understand the fuss. “Come on. You can’t all be stiff and humorless.”

“You just tried to drown me!”

She rolled her eyes. “I just sang to you. There’s a difference. Don’t you humans have any appreciation for gifts?”

“For gifts, yes,” Jesse retorted. “Not for taunting us with murder.”

Morgan snorted. “So all those fishnets on your boats are just for show, then?”

Jesse winced.

Yeah, didn’t think so.

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[writing-whump]

Can you just hold me

Isaiah with mild food poisoning and Seline with emotional angst.

Isaiah had a lot of friends. Seline did not.

She didn't think it would be a problem. There were her projects, her writing, her carefully watched and hard-earned alone time.

A boyfriend who would find occupations without her and could socialize without making her tag along was good.

It made her wonder if couples were better fits if they were more similar or more complementary. Would she had been happier if he preferred staying at home, reading next to her quietly? Each in their own world, but close enough to touch?

Seline used to be a loner as a kid. First preoccupied with her blooming magic, that came to her once her brother was born and fueled it with his shadow, waking the witch in her.

A witch without traditions or legacy if incantations to learn from, he only connection to anything supernatural only through her grandpa. In a very human family, that was a challenge.

But as a kid, Seline managed to find friends open and curious and happy for her and with her about the magic and the freedom the lack of training gave her. She had not realised it could be a disadvantage. No one told her.

Where other witches learned songs and spells, reciting poems handed down over generations, she was making up her own songs. Or singing Disney songs from Lion King to rain to make it louder, to puddles of water to make it sparkle, the kitchen faucet to make the liquid curl in the air like a glittering snake.

In high school, she had become so engrossed with the magic, with the poems she could make into songs - brand new songs for entirely new purposes, depending on what she was thinking. There was no limit, nothing that couldn't be done or thought, if she could sing the right song to the place and the purpose and the person. Talking with other kids her age, that obsessed over dating, lipsticks and diets seemed entirely useless and boring to her.

Her mother almost had a hearattack on the day Seline told her with straight face, she was not interested in having friends. Such a waste of time. She had not needed them.

Looking back, it fascinated her how she could not need people so much as a teen. How entirely fascinated she could be with her own thoughts and worlds, only books and poems for company. What a little arrogant prick she was.

She started feeling lonely around her first year of university. A straight A student, she dreamed about the university experience, of the degrees her parents had, of being the exceptional smart kid as she always was. Except finding a faculty that would allow her to study what she was interested in was hard. A faculty that wouldn't just have you learn everything by memory, that would let you think and roam and wonder. Where things weren't set by hard facts.

But what could it be? And what use would it be for her?

At was at the time she found the covens. The witch coven in Vienna was designed for young witches from small packs and various families so they could learn and connect and develop their magic before they choose a pack of their own. Witches were very precious for wolves after all. The calming effect on the shadows, the ability of their touch to help instead of make it worse - a good exchange for getting their magic fueled by the wolf shadows.

That's where Seline got to know Felicity.

And Violet and Camille, yes, they were all very art oriented and magical and great. But it was mainly about Felicity.

They hit it off on their first meeting and Seline never felt so understood, so connected, so in synch with another person than with her. A witch with green coloured short hair and huge glasses, that loved digital art and painting, the storytelling in games. That had an amazing emotional empathy and the best sense of humor.

Seline was never this close to a person outside her parents. She never had a friend who understood what writing was for her the way Felicity understood it for her art. She never met anyone who loved the creativity of magic the way Felicity did. The freedom.

Cami and Via taught her about the rules, the expectations, the traditions and higher moral missions of magic and art. The ecosystem of the city filled with packs, how important they were to them.

But Felicity was everything. They spend two years texting each other everyday for hours, making calls on train rides, waiting at each other in the coven's art room, discussing movies. They collected each other's art, spoke about their biggest most secret feelings, their frustrations and fears and visions for the world.

Could you love someone so much, be so intensity tied up with them? Seline loved everything about that intellectual relationship, their hours long conversations, but also the unexpected emotional sharing.

Felicity held her up in her loneliness, in her semesters of fruitlessly trying out law school, in arguing with her parents about the right path, through her insecurities about not being the gifted kid after all and what she could be beyond it.

And Seline, who didn't have a close friend since she was 10, who had not needed or wanted to get close, who found most people stupid and boring, yearned for Felicity's company. She was sure that if she ever managed to fell in love, she would want it to be someone like that.

Things started to change when Seline found cultural sciences. After trying out three different faculties, reading through exam scripts of the most unusual subjects she never ever heard of, after visiting courses of different departments to get a feel for the subjects - she finally found it.

A faculty where you read texts and discussed them. Where they taught you thinking, not facts. Where you could research anything, if you could analyse it and find its practical use for everyday lives of people.

Seline loved it. Loved she could study writing and it's process of creation, bestsellers and why people liked them, the psychology of narratives in political campaigns as well as blockbuster movies. Her world opened each and every day.

Felicity still didn't find a faculty. She wasn't looking, really. She told Seline she just wanted to play games, be with friends and make art from time to time. And getting chosen by a pack would grant it to her.

Seline was a little...taken aback by that. There was so much to find out, to research. Places to travel to, books to write, presentations to make. At uni it was fun talking with people. It was fun getting to know the different perspectives.

Seline didn't know what went wrong or when. Just that they have started to feel...colder. Distant from each other. The day Felicity didn't text her the whole day, she kept glancing at her phone in anxiety every five minutes. There were days of silence after. Felicity ignoring her texts and only talking about herself. Felicity not talking about her like she was her best friend in front of Cami and Via. Felicity playing more games with other friends, too tired and overwhelmed with whatever Seline wanted to tell her.

Maybe that was alright. Maybe they simply wanted different things from life. That was normal. They had many differences between them too, after all. Felicity talked about how bad and broken the world was, when Seline kept seeing the light in it, the possibilities. There were topics in politics where they quietly told each other what they thought and why and then never mentioned it again, out of respect for the other.

And this was the right approach, right? They could still be friends despite the differences, if there was respect and tolerance, right? Even if there wasn't an understanding.

Seline's heart fluttered painfully in her chest, her grip on the seat in the tram tightening.

How sentimental she was being today, just because Mattew was at the gym and Isaiah still had uni. He left early for pack meetings, because of the recent trouble with the Starks.

He always had a mission. Always saving someone. Seline wondered sometimes if, at the end of the day, he would have anything left for her.

She walked the short distance from the stop to the shared apartment.

Many things changed since then. Felicity would sometimes tell her how good it was to live alone since 18. While Seline left home only around 24, very close with both of her parents. If it wasn't for the constant trouble and stress around Dylan not passing an exam or another, not doing his homework or boxing in the halls in school cause he couldn't take the sitting anymore...maybe she wouldn't have left. Or met Isaiah. Or Matt.

Seline reached her floor in a blink of an eye. Was it safe to think about these things? To reminiscent? It had been two years since then. Surely it wouldn't make her cry anymore to think of Felicity.

She cleaned up the shoes in the hall, hanging her coat. Went to the kitchen to take a glass of water, chest constricting. Too soon?

Can you really be reeling so much from a breakup with a friend this long?

The apartment was quiet. The drops of water from the faucet hit the bottom loudly until they stopped coming.

Seline went upstairs. Maybe it was good they weren't home. She could get emotional and cry in peace and be all the happier for them, when they came home.

She opened the door, eyes burning, and couldn't help but yelp at the sight. "Isaiah!"

There was her missing boyfriend. Stretched out on her bed, still in his outside clothes - how untypical of him - hugging her pillow close.

"Hey, Sel," he croaked.

"I didn't know you were going to be here so soon." She would have come faster.

Damn these stupid lonely yearnings. No way she would allow herself to need someone so much again. No way she would end up wanting him more than he wanted her.

"Shouldn't be. Still have classes." He turned to his side, hands wrapped around his stomach. "Had lunch with the Stark pack reprensetives. I think there was something wrong with the salad dressing," Isaiah said with a grimace, "my stomach's been messed up since then."

Warmth spilled over her chest like warm honey. Seline didn't want to show how much it touched her that when he wasn't feeling well, he went to her room, her bed, nose buried in her scent.

"How messed up?" She knelt onto the bed, looking him over. He was paler than usual, hair glued to his temples.

Isaiah swallowed heavily. "Had to go to the bathroom two times during one class. It was getting ridiculous." He let himself fall back against the pillows closing his eyes. "Also feel kind of nauseous," he said with resignement.

"Awwe, I'm so sorry." She tiptoed closer to lie down next to him.

Isaiah reached for her immediately, wrapping his arms around her, pressing his face into her chest.

"Maybe you could just let it happen," she cooed, dragging her fingers through his hair. "The sooner the bad food leaves your system the better."

Isaiah made a whiny sound at the back of his throat. "I thought you might have a magical cure."

She rolled her eyes fondly. "Not magical. Just drops and tea." Kissing his forehead, she wiggled herself out. "I'll be right back."

He groaned pathetically when she left him, face planting into the mattress. He stayed in the same position when she returned.

"Here, drink this." She handed him a small shot glass.

Isaiah's nose twitched as he straightened up to take it. "That's vodka."

"Best thing against bacteria from bad food multiplying in your stomach," she said with a shrug. "Mom always makes us drink it on trips to faraway countries, where the cuisine is too different. Shot of this in the evening, and you spare yourself all the stomach trouble."

Isaiah snorted, clearing the glass and shuddering at the taste.

Seline put the tray with glass of water, herbal drops, a steaming cup of mint tea and a bowl, just in case, onto the nightstand next to the black haired wolf.

"Okay, anything else you want to try? The tea or the drops?"

Isaiah curled back up on the bed. "I don't feel good. Could just hold me?" His cheeks actually went a little pink, the colour more visible against the sickly pastiness.

Seline couldn't help the smile. She changed into fresh fresh shirt and legins, resuming her position in bed. Isaiah curled up against her, his hair reached just under her chin.

Something about the physical closeness was melting her insides. No, things were very different now. Grateful relief spread over her, her skin singing at having his body this close, so in need of her comfort and touch. The best cure for her.

Felicity and her ended up fighting over the research topics of Seline's first published article. The project should was aimed to be published at the professor's online magazine and Felicity, Via and Cami insisted she should write something about the witches. The cause. That witches shouldn't be forced to work or pay taxes. That since their calling was the pack, calming the shadows, they shouldn't be expected to work like normal people.

Seline looked at Felicity's gaming from sunrise to sunset. At Cami's constant complaining of a terrible dark world, prejudices on every step, wearing the darkest glasses she could. At Via's depressive episodes, insomnia, her diaries turning all around which pack would finally choose her, how she would find the perfect wolf partner to take care of her and her hobbies. Her Saint witch hobbies, that should be celebrated, because they were worthy of celebration and concessions.

Just for existing.

And they insisted Seline of all people should write it.

Didn't have the patience for actually finishing your degrees, did you? Too busy playing games and crisizing everything you came across on the sidewalk.

Seline didn't realize how much she had come to resent that notion. That she had tolerated their differences, out of love, out of friendship. Out of unspoken agreement that they would not force each other's opinions on each other or push or try to convince the other of "their truths". Cause there was no one true, the universal truth. There were only angles of issues, different often contradicting perspectives that could exist at the same time.

Were they the whole time just tolerating each other instead of being accepting?

Was the respect not mutual? Or will friendships simply not work out, when the differences run too deep?

Was it a mistake in the attitude or in the people? Did they handle it wrong?

Or did Seline simply care more than they did?

That had been somehow the last drop. Seline refused to write about the witch cause. When Cami pushed, when Via pushed...when Felicity joined, as if expecting Seline to give in to her.

She send her "scientific" articles that attempted to explain how brainwashed Seline was by the system to not want to work for her own "kind".

Seline laughed at how contradictory, unclear and plainly unscientific the whole article was. She couldn't help it, somewhere between hysterics, hurt and the need to stand up for this. To try to explain that their way of life, their passive waiting for wolves to choose them, to play video games all day while you celebrate and comment on the internet, organise protests and force others to write about you felt very much like a completely and utter waste of time to her. Couldn't they see it too? Shouldn't they change their minds, if they think they can demand, censur and order her to write about such things?

There was certain catharsis and relief and saying those things. In finally voicing what had been slowly eating at her, bite by bite with every interaction, open book, at the sight of the video console and fast food on the table.

And she kind of hoped their friendship, their care, that they would give the effort to understand, to come to a standstill. That they could resolve this, clear the air. Survive such a fight.

Instead that was the end.

Felicity told her that was the last minus point for her. That it had been adding up too much, that they simply don't work out.

Seline had no idea what the other minus points were. She was biting her tongue so much as it was, trying to understand. Their perspective was different, they were from pack families, with witches for mothers and aunts and grandmothers. Who had fought for independence and right treatement, who had been caged and enslaved and hunted by wolves who wanted them for as magical calming batteries and not as human beings.

There was history of abuse and injustice that Seline wasn't part of. Wrath she had no one to inherit from.

That day, Seline told them that all they achieved was that she would never ever write anything for them. That she would leave even if she wasn't kicked out. She basically spat the words in their faces. There. Try to write it on your own. Oh whoops. You would have to actually achieve something first, not just exist.

She managed to answer in the moment. She cried only on the way home. And then back in her bad. And for a few months after. Not being able to think of it without breaking down. Locking it up in her heart, so she could move on and focus on other things.

Promising to herself she would never get involved with any wolf or witchy causes again.

Even after all that time, she felt a tear running down her cheek. Pressed against Isaiah like that, his bloated painful stomach against hers.

She didn't make a sound or move to wipe the tear away.

Isaiah still lifted his head with a quizzical expression. Still so pasty, nearly green. But he still looked at her. Still made the effort.

She shook her head, not being able to speak. A strained smile on her lips, her reaction when nervous.

His hand went into her hair, carding through it. He wiped the tear track with his thumb.

He didn't ask. They never asked questions, only waited until the other wanted to talk.

Seline tighted her grip and he immediately went back to hugging her.

Mending something deep inside.

[swordandscytheandpen]

Breaking into book five and ANAXARES IS BACK BABEY! And physically described for what I think is the first time.

Tanned in the way of the Free Cities, he was dressed like a beggar in worn robes too loose on his frame. Which was thin, though not the thinness of the heathy. He looked like he’d had too many lean meals, or perhaps like the fire in those grey eyes had eaten away at his body from the inside. The Hierarch of the League of Free Cities, for this could not be anyone else, was middle-aged and balding. His eyebrows were thick and bushy, both they and his sparse beard warring between white streaks and dark brown. One of his boots, I could not help but notice, had been so poorly sown back on the sole was coming off at the front. I looked at him, saw him scribbling on a clay tablet while intently following the proceedings, and felt the slightest bit of fear. He looked like no one, I thought. But coming from his body like an invisible current was some deep and terrible power the touch of which could be felt over all of Rochelant. It was not reaching into my mind, not yet, but it felt as if raising my hand would allow me to feel the unseen ripples.

"He looked like no one, I thought." Ohh yes yes yes, that's not insignificant. Names are reflected in their holders' appearances, and this is a very different kind of "looking like no one" than you get with, say, Scribe. Anaxares' appearance reflects the fact that he sees himself as an ordinary everyman, as part of the People. This is another point of evidence to my other post: Amadeus is mad at the gods because they're unfair to villains; Anaxares is mad because they're unfair to everyone.

Now, while I of course fully expected Hierarch to be behind the mobs — it was pretty heavily implied, though that might admittedly have been my own wishes — I'm fascinated by how powerful the effect seems to be:

“That’s an aspect,” Indrani said, voice hushed. “Gods, how can that be an aspect?” “Andronike?” I asked. The crow-goddess did not reply for a long moment, until I turned my head to look at her. If a bird could look uncomfortable, I saw, it would be something like this. “This is… difficult,” Andronike said, voice tight. “The pull is strong.” My fingers clenched. “You’re having a hard time fighting him,” I croaked. “What the Hells is this, Andronike? He’s Named, not…” “Faith,” the crow got out. “This is faith, Catherine Foundling. Pure unadulterated belief, untainted by doubt or hesitation. It sings, and the world sings back.” “Faith in what?” I asked. “Nothing,” Andronike hissed. “A snake eating its own tail. It is bleak madness screamed by endless throats, and it would stand tribunal over the Gods themselves.”

... I really was expecting Anaxares to be... subtler, I guess. Raw power and supernatural influence certainly weren't what I thought I'd see, at any rate, though the display might seem subtler to ordinary folk. Clearly there have been some internal developments since his run-in with the Bard. What's the aspect, I wonder? Incite? Instigate? It clearly relies on others — I wonder if it could be deployed against an army, or even the Dead King's forces? The latter I doubt, but the former could be a fascinating challenge for Catherine if applied to her own forces.

I have two guesses for how this could be employed in the story: number one, the Serenity. Nobody seems to have any real thoughts on how to deal with the Dead King's personal Hell yet, and this seems like one of the few things that could make a dent without causing mass death. That said, it feels, narratively, more like the Serenity will eventually be some kind of big challenge for Cat. Having to choose between slaughtering a huge group of mostly innocents (Evil But Effective Choice) and trying in vain to convince them to turn against Neshamah (Good But Useless Choice) seems like the sort of story beat that would fit better for her. I guess I can also see that happening and then deploying the Hierarch as a sort of compromise, cheating the story yet again, but I dunno, it doesn't click for me quite.

The second possibility, which I see as more narratively plausible, is that the Hierarch will end up killing some big-name hero who publicly oversteps. This would probably take the form of: some hero (probably Hanno, Judgment is his whole thing) makes the unilateral decision of killing a villain, maybe Black or Kairos, who has recently done something helpful and/or proven themself useful. The hero commits this murder in a public setting, the general public is pissed about it, and Anaxares' aspect incites or empowers the People to tear the hero limb from limb. But this prediction has its own problems, in that it denies Anaxares the chance to actually transcend the games of Names. This scenario would suborn the People into a weapon in the contest between Named, and unless I've misread Anaxares' Role, that doesn't really fit either.

So I suppose what I mean to say is, I have no idea what might happen with this aspect, and the above two paragraphs were basically short-form fanfic.

As for the faith part, this brings to mind the idea of "true faith" some modern vampire media like VTM uses, where faith in anything has a material effect, so long as it's faith. (Was it Doctor Who that had the vampires repelled by the faithful Communist?) Has there been any previous indication that Creation runs on belief-rules? There's Sve Noc, at least, brought to power by constant implicit sacrifice. But I don't recollect any other use of faith as a material force. We haven't been enlightened as to the intricacies of priestly powers, so it could be that the Lanterns get their juice from their own faith... but it could also be gifts from the Gods. We don't have a ton of evidence either way here, as far as I remember.

Still, "standing tribunal over the Gods themselves" is exactly what I was hoping for, and it's what I sensed a whiff of in my post on Anaxares' confrontation with the Wandering Bard. Anaxares is similar to Amadeus in that he opposes the Gods and what they have deemed for the world, but the details of his view are vastly different.

Black, though he might kill me for saying so, operates off of spite. I don't remember the passage, but he has said that he seeks victory for Evil "to prove it can be done," or something along those lines. He's so furious at the state of Creation that he wants to invert it. Anaxares doesn't. He believes in a different authority entirely.

“You are Cordelia Hasenbach,” the man stated, half-questioningly. A moment passed, while I was genuinely at a loss for words. Ah, I thought. So this is why the Tyrant thinks he can make a pawn of you. For a heartbeat I debated actually pretending I was the First Prince just to see if I could make some trouble for her, but discarded the notion just as quick. Best not to roll dice when they had teeth and a noted fondness for biting. “Catherine Foundling,” I replied. “Queen of Callow.” If he felt embarrassed about the mistake, he didn’t show it in the slightest. “There’s no such thing,” he told me sternly. “Queens or Catherine Foundling?” I said. “Because one of those debates is a lot more philosophical than I’m equipped to handle.”

Hee hee. But it is fascinating just how divorced Anaxares is becoming from worldly affairs. He started as a diplomat, remember — originally, he may have been wholly subordinate to the First and Greatest of the Free Cities, but he was still very involved in foreign affairs. He's changed a ton since the start, and some fraction of this change was since his run-in with the Bard. Names tend to do this to people, it seems, separate them from reality in favor of their ideals, but they don't do that without personal development and/or a story behind the shift.

“Is this why the League has gone to war?” I asked. “To end crowns?” There wasn’t a single thing that changed about him, I thought. He was still a skeleton of a man in ill-fitting robes, a scarecrow with a scowl. Not a single thing had changed, and yet… If I strained the ear, I could hear the chorus. The howls of the mob. Chains ripped apart, palaces toppled and bones being crushed. Torches starting a fire that would spread across the world. A song of revolt, of rebellion. I could feel it, like warm wine running through my veins. It was harsh and unforgiving, but oh how glorious it was. How easy it would have been to partake of it and let that warmth swallow me whole. “We are all of us free or we are none of us free,” the Hierarch of the League of Free Cities said, voice like steel. “There is no middle ground. And for the lashes struck at our back, all will be called to account – if gallows must be raised for devils and angels alike, so be it.” I almost, out of sheer contrariness, pointed out that devils did not die but only disperse. But would they really, if it was this man passing the sentence? Suddenly I was not so certain. My mistake, I thought, had been trying to think of him as either a terror or a fool. Fear had dogged me, wading through his aspect, but it had retreated as we spoke. As the man proved to be so uninterested in his surrounding as to be lost. I’d allowed the cadenced little phrases, the obvious mistakes and ignorance, to lull me into believing him… adrift. Living in his own world. But Black had warned me about people like this, hadn’t he? About Named who did not see Creation as it was but how it should be. Men and women who embraced their vision so deeply they bent the world around them to match it. My mistake, I thought once more, had been to believe he must be only one of the two. He was not. The Tyrant of Helike had not sharpened this blade so carefully to cut a mortal empire, I decided. There was a broader game unfolding.

So where's Kairos aiming? The Heavens and Hells don't seem like the kind of entites capable of rising in revolt, even with an effect this strong. The Bard is a clear and obvious enemy of the Tyrant's, and one shared by Anaxares at that, but this isn't the kind of weapon that can hurt her. She doesn't have cities or armies, she's pretty much as divorced from that as possible. Hell, she could be excommunicated from every society on Calernia and still be almost as effective. I can't see the broader picture here, and it's frustrating. As much as I love him, this story does not end with Anaxares victorious; that's not how this works. He isn't going to liberate everyone.

But it's conceivable that he carves out a larger republic somewhere, and that republic works as an engine of... whatever this is all on its own. That sounds plausible, albeit not likely. It fulfills the "fire that would spread across the world" Cat hears, and surely Anaxares understands that he can't just go to every single city on Calernia and start riots. We don't even know what this place is going to look like after he leaves. But of course Anaxares has an answer to the "how are you going to win" question:

“War against Calernia,” he said amusedly. “As if tearing down masters was the same thing as warring on their slaves. You betray yourself, tyrant. You think I wage war on them?” The stylus flicked at the crowd of Procerans. The axe went up, the axe went down. Another dead man, dragged into the alley. “The old faceless thing bade me to choose a side,” the Hierarch said. “And at long last, I have.” My eyes narrowed. The old faceless thing. There weren’t a lot of entities out there that would fit that epithet. Anaxares of Bellerophon smiled, crooked teeth bared. “You think us outnumbered?” he said. “How many of us are there, tyrant, and how many of you?”

Again, he was a diplomat. Anaxares may not be so very smart, but his understanding isn't that shallow. He's got to know that it'll take more than a few loose sparks for the world to go up in flame. Which means he's not being entirely forthright with Cat, he's mostly antagonizing her, like in his letters. His only real goal can be to strike a blow against the Gods, or more likely, their proxy — though that is difficult for reasons stated above.

But there's something else I want to talk about. See, I got a fair few chapters into Book Five while I sat on this post.

Okay, fine, I got to chapter 72. What do you want from me.

But the point is that, having come back to this post fresh off the coup attempt in Salia, I see a parallel. Anaxares views his chosen mortal ideology as above even the Gods, and is strongly implied to have the power to enforce that. Cordelia is exactly the same. She sees the rule of Proceran law as superior to the law of Above, and is able to exercise that power to such extent that she forces a Name back down. It's not the same ideology, sure, but it's mortal. That's the important part. This is the start of a pattern, and we know how those work in the Guide.

And it's no coincidence that these two cases — Cordelia and Anaxares exercising their very human ideologies — are the only two times we've actually seen the Wandering Bard upset, angry, and even surprised. I think I'm starting to see the shape of this story, mortal beliefs triumphing over Above and Below, and if it's followed through on it could be very impressive.

[yandereaffections]

Demon Slayer Masterlist

Muzan

S/o who like to climb on him

Demon slayer S/o hunting him down

Falling for a member of Tanjiros family

Random HC

Hunted down

Zenitsu

Cheerleader like S/o

S/o who loves affection

S/o see him as weak and cowardly

Tanjiro

S/o who wants to settle down in a domestic life

S/o whos planning on getting him to trust them and run away

S/o whos cold until they get plants

Petnames

Kidnapped S/o going on a hunger strike

Singing/ playing a instrument around him

Helping S/o recover from a food allergy incident 

Sneaking out of the house to get him a present

S/o who always try to excuse themselves out of dates w/ him

Cold and cruel S/o whos actually just incredibly cautious

S/o who has a hard time apologizing for what theyve done

Kidnapped S/o making compromises

Cold S/o willing to defend him as their sign of affection

Jealousy HC

S/o who thinks they arent pretty enough for him

Demon therapist s/o

S/o hates and constantly fights against him

S/o has the power to put him in a trance with words

Kidnapped S/o bakes as a form of stress relieve 

s/o deciding they want to go out and adventure alone

S/os rival having feeling for them

s/o who works as a family lawyer/advocate

s/o who starts behaving well convince him to let them go to a friends wedding

Darling avoiding introducing him to their unkind family

Real haunted house

Drider au

s/o found out they were a supernatural being and then ran in fear

Werewolf s/o is from a rival pack who is ready for a terf war

Demon tanjiro w/ a demon slayer S/o who wants to coexist 

Saving him from torture

S/os friend beat him to asking to celebrate halloween with them

Accidently falling asleep before their valentines plans 

Kidnapped S/o running back into a house fire to find him

S/o whos too kind/giving

S/o tends to wander off constantly

Oblivious reader using dating apps 

S/o breaking a bone while out with their friends

Yandere Alphabet N,D,F,H,Y

Villain prompt 

Werewolf reader challenges him to be leader of the pack

Shinobu Kocho

So incorporates drawing/painting into their swordsmanship 

Giyuu

Running away to lead him to a surprise party

S/o wanting to repay for how aggressive they were in the past

S/o who always wants to help others

S/o breaking someone else out of a curse with true loves kiss

Plant lover S/o avoiding him in their greenhouse

 “Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.”

“What, you thought you were just gonna get away with that?”

Socially awkward S/o saying “my husband says I’m not allowed to date!”

s/o found out they were a supernatural being and then ran in fear

Newly turned vampire S/o is terrified of blood and gets sick at the sight

Incubus with a s/o who says “yeah you gotta eat, but I need a ring before I can even consider being a meal”

S/o “borrowing “ the car for a joy ride

Enmu

Headcannons

Muzan

Most taboo kink/ Exhibitionism & Dubcon NS FW TW

Tanjiro

Imprisonment & Bondage NS FW TW

[ffxivtranslations]

At the end of everything I find you, my friend - Retranslation

Retranslation of Zenos talking to WoL before the Endsinger fight.

ゼノス：ついに見つけたぞ、我が友よ……。俺は解を得た。この魂がお前に求めたこと……そして、お前が俺に求めたことを探しあてたのだ。ゆえに再戦を挑みに北洋へと出向き……そこであの異能の小娘と取引をした。「暁」が窮地にあれば、一度だけ手を貸すこと。それを条件に、お前のいる天の果てへ向かうすべを得たのだ。俺はマザークリスタルの残りを喰らい、再び龍となって、星を渡った。お前との戦いを想えば、光すら追い抜くのは造作もなかったぞ。さて……あれがお前の獲物か。しかし、わからぬな。なぜまだ倒せていない？　邪悪も、絶望も、お前をその気にすらさせられないと、俺に示していただろう。あれは、偽りだったのか……？

Zenos: I have finally found you, my dear friend… I have obtained an answer … I realised the answer to what this soul wanted from you, and also what you wanted from me. Consequently, I travelled to the Northern Waters to challenge you to a rematch, and there I made a deal with that girl with supernatural powers. To help the “Scions” out just once if they were in a bind. Under those conditions I was given a means to reach you in the heavens. I ate the remains of the Mothercrystal, and once again taking the form of a dragon, I crossed the stars. Thinking of my battle with you was enough to make me easily surpass even the speed of light! Well now, is that thing your prey? However, I don’t understand. Why haven’t you defeated it yet? You showed me that neither evil nor despair were enough to make you feel this way. Was that a lie?

お前の力を借りてたまるか

お前だけは護るつもりはない

> I don’t want your help!

> I don’t want to have to protect you.

構わぬ。俺がお前に望む行いは、ただ、刃を交えることのみ……。ゆえにこそ……この狩りにくれてやる刻はないッ！

Zenos: I care not. The only thing I desire from you is to cross blades….. Therefore, I don’t have any time to waste on this hunt!

終焉を謳うもの : 何が来ようが、挫くだけだ。　私は、すべての終焉を謳い続ける……！

Endsinger: No matter what comes, I will crush it. I will continue to sing the end of all things!

ゼノスの声 : 「この狩りを済ませる」と決めたのだ。いかに遠退こうが、届かぬことはない……！

Zenos’s Voice: (The WoL) has decided “I am going to finish this hunt”. No matter how far you run, there is no place we won’t reach you!

[oleworm]

Notes on "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving

(I used to love the film, but I hate to see Johnny Depp, so I decided to read the story for the first time.)

Nature, supernatural elements, rural and isolated—in space and time.

Two types of masculinity, two men, two suitors:

Ichabod Crane: Is this a “type of guy” that Washington Irving was parodying? In theory, a modernising, civilising, culturally homogenising force. The line about how Connecticut exports woodsmen and schoolteachers. An outsider who ingratiates himself with the women in order to eat their food and look upon their daughters (vs. Brom who thrives in the masculine sphere). Living in poverty but has an air of superiority because he has had some education. In reality—only owns two books, and they are books on superstition, does not finish any poems and they are quite bad. Sly, does not court Katrina openly, but visits her house as a singing master hired by her father. Cowardly—does not challenge Brom, but takes his anger out on children and animals.

Brom Bones: Local suitor, Dutch. Strong and skilful, mischievous but not a bad man. Master of traditional masculine pursuits, such as: horseback riding, hunting, drinking, entertaining, making friends of men. He courts Katrina openly. Other suitors recognise his superiority and give up their pursuit of her. Compared to: Tatars, Don Cossacks, knights-errant of yore.

Two concepts of wealth:

The wealth of the land, that provides grain, fruit, meat, wool, wood, etc. Some of it is sold, a lot of it is shared, consumed locally. Luxuries can be bought, but the community is self-sufficient. The wealthy farmer is the one with a full larder, who can afford to be generous.

Wealth in terms of the monetary value it can be exchanged for. Ichabod fantasises about marrying Katrina, filling her with children, converting her father’s wealth into cash and taking her away from her culture, going into the wilderness to become a prominent figure, coasting on her money and by being one of the few Europeans who settle there. He believes himself superior, but his existence is parasitic.

Ethnographic, fetishistic description of the Dutch, especially Dutch women: “Buxom lasses, almost as antiquated as their mothers.” Katrina described as a coquette, though her behaviour is not indicative of it. Her old-fashioned dress, inherited from her female ancestors, is described as sexy by the narrator (not their words, but it is implied to be how Ichabod sees it). They must be flirtatious because their ways are different from those of the English women. Descriptions of food, traditional dress. Ichabod is obsessed with the superstitions, the ghost stories of the community.

Tim Burton is racist. Who knew? There are Black people living in the neighbourhood, in the farms. They attend van Tassel’s feast.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

hello its been a long time l havent seen any long fic l am on a holiday and l’d like to know longest M rated klaine fics preferably on fanfiction.net its really nice to read on the app but searching is very hard thank you so much! and happy holidays!

Ok, longest M rated Klaine stories on fanfic (in English!) ~ Jen

Kurt and Blaine, A love story by sweetgirlgml

This is how I picture canon Kurt and Blaine s relationship since the first day. There are few characters of my own creation thrown in the mix for fun purposes. Lots of romance, some laughter and a few tears. Basically a shameless ode to Klaine fluff. You ve been warned so I won t be held responsible for dentists bills, just saying. Chapters: 72 - Words: 465,199 -

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Crowded House by kellyb321

All of your favorite Warblers and a few new faces, too. Follow our boys as they start their lives in NYC, each couple facing their own challenges, heartbreak, self-discovery and redemption. Stick around as they realize support, acceptance and most importantly, true love can all be found in one big Crowded House. Heavy on the Klaine and Niff. Chapters: 117 - Words: 924,400

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Another Tomorrow by  xCaellachx

How many times will it take for Blaine to get it right, when he doesn't even know what to fix? Supernatural elements. Chapters: 47 - Words: 167,708

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Ambassadors Abroad by jcrissrid

Klaine, The Warblers and New Directions find themselves getting a trip to Europe to sing for 2 weeks this summer. Perfect summer romance for Klaine. Some smut, but M for possible later chapters Chapters: 75 - Words: 243,903

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Westerville Abbey by@hkvoyage

Blaine, the spare heir of Westerville, sets out to fulfill his duty of finding a wife. He soon realizes he is more attracted to the new footman, Kurt, who has just arrived to work alongside his father, Westerville Abbey's butler. Will Blaine and Kurt overcome 1910s England's class differences? Will their forbidden love survive WW1? A Downton Abbey inspired historical Klaine Chapters: 64 - Words: 249,587

and sequel Life in the Big Apple By @hkvoyage

Sequel to Westerville Abbey. Kurt and Blaine are reunited, but their happily ever after comes with a whole new set of challenges: relationship hiccups, jealousy, sabotage, war memories, and family troubles. Yet with love and perseverance, they can make it through. A Klaine historical AU set in the 1920s. Chapters: 50 - Words: 201,545

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Distance makes the heart grow fonder by Grace Ryan

Kurt is back at McKinley. Klaine are trying to make things work despite the distance. Rated M for fluffiness and future physical contact. ; Not really great at summaries. Chapters: 87 - Words: 223,369

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Any Neil or todd hcs? Your Meeks ones are so good 💕

Yeah of course!!! I’m so glad you asked!✨

Neil Perry and Todd Anderson head cannons:

Neil Perry:

• Neil definitely has a resting ”I’m in love with you” face, and it gets him in some rather awkward situations with some strangers

• One time Charlie called Neil “sunshine” as a joke and it just stuck, and when he was asked about it his response was “just look at him”

• Despite being a little unassuming at times Neil is the best at flirting out of the poets, Charlie denies this but one time Neil threw a pickup line at him and even he blushed

• Neil has a tendency to put others needs before himself, he regularly pushed off his own feelings on the behalf of others

• Neil has never liked coffee, he just doesn’t enjoy the taste. He’ll definitely pick a nice cup of black tea before resorting to what he calls “burnt bean juice”

• Neil is a firm believer in not killing spiders and keeps a empty cup in his dorm for the sole purpose of putting them outside

• Neil actually wouldn’t mind going to medical school for his father if he didn’t put so much pressure on him and just let him act like he dreamed of

• Before Neil met Mr Keating, Neil was a serial people pleaser but after meeting Mr Keating he learned that he’s not responsible for the feelings of others

• Out of all the poets, Neil is the best at making friends. The guys think he has some sort of supernatural power because every time they meet someone new he walks away with a friend

• He is incredible at remembering names, even if it’s been years since he’s seen you he’ll remember your name

• Neil is definitely considered “the glue” of the poets, he’s the reason the boys are all friends because he introduced them to each other

• Neil talks in his sleep, it’s often incoherent mumbling but sometimes he’ll be quoting full plays

• Neil has incredible handwriting, like Declaration of Independence Level Script

• He gets really excited about little things,(cinnamon rolls at breakfast, smell of clean laundry, babies smiling at him, frosty mornings, ect…)

• Neil definitely CANNOT sing, but he enjoys doing it anyway

Todd Anderson:

• Todd is incredibly smart, like challenging Meeks level smart. He’s just so quiet that most teachers think that he’s not paying attention and that earns him demerits

• Todd may seem quiet and submissive but he can only take so much of someone yelling at him before he goes off on them

• Todd loves reading and loves to annotate his books, he has a collection of sticky note tabs and highlighters just for that

• Though Todd doesn’t speak up very often, he has a very eloquent way of saying things that often leaves others speechless

• After Todd graduated college he decided to publish a book of poems with a dedication page saying “in thanks to the men who changed my life and helped me find my voice (John Keating and Neil Perry)”

• Todd really enjoys people watching, he’ll often go to a local cafe with a journal and write poems while drinking coffee and watching the people walk by

• Todd keeps a collection of pens in his desk, like really good pens. The kind that just glide on the paper, he very rarely lets anyone else use them. Funny enough, they were the only think he kept from the desk sets that his family got him

• Unlike Neil, Todd really enjoys coffee. He puts and ungodly amount of sugar and milk in it though that Meeks jokes if it’s even coffee at that point

• Out of all the poets other than Neil, Todd is pretty close with Meeks and pitts. He really enjoys hanging out with them because of how they can just do nothing and enjoy each other’s company

• Most nights in Todd and Neil’s room are spent staying up giggling about random subjects that end up coming up in conversation, but they also end up having incredibly deep conversations about morality and mortality

• Todd has a mild obsession with scented candles and almost always has one lit in his dorm room

• Todd is clinically diagnosed with autism but he keeps that information to himself. It wasn’t till he got close with Neil that he told him and Neil reassured him that he didn’t see him any differently

• Todd has so many blankets in his dorm room because he gets cold easily and he needs something to keep him warm

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It's Instinct - Chapter 1

The Archerons arrive at their townhouse in Yin, settling in for a season of society.

Warnings: Emotional Abuse | Word Count: 3,251 | Read on AO3

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a/n: Hello @dustjacketmusings!! Idk which you'll see first, but yes, it is I, your secret santa! I was soooo excited to get you and to have the chance to build something special for you! I hope you like it. I took into consideration your enjoyment of magical/supernatural AUs, am sprinkling in some rivalry, and definitely there will be some angst (I hope it comes across well). However, my schedule did not allow for me to write a short book in one month - how rude - so this will be some time in the making, but hopefully you'll enjoy taking this journey with me!

And thank you @acotargiftexchange for putting this all together and organizing this lovely exchange!

"Will you stop shaking your leg? Honestly, one would think you have to relieve yourself."

Her mother started on a new rant directed at Nesta. Droning on about proper, ladylike behavior again. A lady doesn't reveal her needs. A lady doesn't display extreme emotions. A lady doesn't fidget. A lady doesn't shake the carriage.

Nesta knew all these things. She was typically very good at them. But it took every ounce of will in her to remain even this calm as they neared Yin.

The scent of the dew unfathomably mixed with the first snow of winter grew with each mile they traveled. And the rattling of the wheels seemed to sing to the beat of "closer, closer, closer". Nesta's heart picked up the rhythm, beating along and growing in strength.

She hadn't seen Yin since her graduation day. That night her mother whisked them all back home and then on to a three-year tour of the most eligible bachelors the continent had to offer. Disguised as an opportunity to hone her power further, to learn from the best Reason masters in the world. Unsurprisingly, her mother didn't care to hear much about those lessons. Her thoughts and conversation revolved entirely around what Nesta would wear to the next ball, who she should speak to, what she should ask about, who to accept dances with, and regular emphasis on keeping her thoughts to herself.

For families who cared so much about intelligence and power, they seemed far more interested in finding a vapid and thoughtless jewel to adorn their sons' arms.

Not that the sons had much to offer. Nesta found their conversation bland and mediocre. They had nothing to say that was challenging in the least, save for their misogynistic undertones and expectations.

It shouldn't have come as such a shock that Nesta didn't manage to secure a 'suitable' marriage. The ones that were determined enough to make an actual offer never lasted longer than a week into the planning, much to Nesta's pleasure. And even more so to her mother's chagrin.

Nesta couldn't regret it, though, no matter how unpleasant her mother could be. As excited as she was to travel the continent, to learn from the masters and take in new knowledge they didn't teach in Prythian, she was ready to go back. Back to the city that had stolen her heart in her three years at the Academy.

She hadn't expected to be back so soon after they returned from the continent. But apparently her mother was in a rush, worried that news of her unfavorable disposition would reach Prythian before she could get Nesta married. And Yin was the only place in Prythian where they might find an appropriate match by her mother's standards. The only place that held families rich and powerful enough for that, though none so much as those on the continent - as her mother kept reminding her.

"It's really no wonder you couldn't find a husband. Your lack of self-control will be the destruction of this family."

Her mother had managed to pivot back to Nesta's horrible showing on the continent by the time they finally reached their town house. Her favorite subject.

"Eileen," their father sighed.

"Don't start with me, Owen!" she snapped before he had a chance to say anything else.

He let out a breath and gave in, opening the door to their carriage and leading the family into the house. Nesta was surprised he even bothered trying. Absent is too kind a word to describe his presence in Nesta's upbringing. He never cared for his eldest. Nesta sometimes wondered if she were really his.

The three sisters followed their parents in age order, not one of them feeling a sense of relief for being in the town house. It was never a home for any of them.

From the street, the house gave off a sense of welcome and life that would be drowned out the second Nesta stepped into the foyer. No one knew the lie that was the façade of this house. How the perfectly kept up flowers, bushes, and crawling ivy and morning glory was all just a front for the despair that laid within.

Inside was more of the same. Pristinely decorated, it was designed entirely for show. A place for the family to rest the few times a year they were in Yin. To help keep up appearances, ensure everyone knew they maintained a certain degree of wealth. Everyone who was anyone had a house in Yin. And while many wealthy families did permanently resid here, the Archerons main estate was in the port city of Adriata. It was far easier for their father, as a tradesman and merchant, to do his business from there. And when he had business in Yin, he often didn't bring the family, knowing he'd be able to keep his trip shorter that way.

Nesta hated this house. It was worse than the manor by the sea - at least that one was large enough she could hide, avoid her mother when it wasn't time for her various lessons. The grounds were sprawling. It was so easy to find a tree on the edge of them to settle under and read. It was well decorated, always perfectly clean and ready to entertain visitors, but it was still lived in. Books and notes and clothes were strewn about her room. Flowers from Elain's garden adorned almost every table. Feyre's paintings were hung in the private rooms of the manor. Their father's favorite treasures could be found accenting various rooms, a great conversation starter for those curious.

This house had none of that. It was filled with the latest trends in home décor. The right rugs and settees, tables made from the finest of mahogany or whatever wood was currently in season. Paintings only from the most famous of artists, flowers from some boutique shop, and there was not one ounce of character in any of the bedrooms. Any family could live here and no one would know.

She never truly felt at home in the manor, but here she was a prisoner. Made all the worse by her adoration of Yin. It was easier to be trapped far away from the city than to be just one wall away but unable to enjoy it.

Nesta reached her ordinary room, draped in fabrics of pale blue and silver, and plopped down on her bed. The journey from Adriata was long. She was certain she could've slept for two days, but before she could adjust her body to be properly on the bed, she heard a knock on the door.

"Nesta?" Elain's soft voice called from the other side of it.

"Hmmm?"

Taking that as an invitation, Elain opened the door and walked in, followed quickly by Feyre. They shut the door behind them and walked over to Nesta. "We were going to walk to the market and wondered if you'd like to come with," Elain offered.

"Get some fresh air," Feyre added. "Away from mo-oof." She was cut off by Elain's less-than-gentle nudge to the stomach.

Nesta let out a sigh and sat up. The stresses of travel were weighing heavily on her, but getting out of the house and into the city did sound wonderful. "Yeah," Nesta agreed. "Let me just change first. I'll meet you in the foyer in 15 minutes."

Her sisters nodded and left the room, likely to change out of their travel clothes as well.

The trunk with her dresses had already been brought up to the room, the carriage carrying their things likely arriving before they had. She walked over to it and quickly dug through her clothes, picking out a simple, purple grey dress. It had some minor detail on the torso, but was plain enough it wouldn't draw too much attention.

She pulled off her shirt and skirt and threw the dress over her, using the external straps to tighten the waist enough to show off her figure. The floor-length skirt shimmered slightly in the light breaking through her windows, giving off a slight glow to the fabric. She walked over to the mirror and took out her hair, the updo disheveled from the journey. She brushed through the long, golden brown locks and then re-did it, sticking it right back up into her favorite braided coronet style.

Nesta grabbed her deep purple, valor cloak and fastened it as she made her way out her room and down the stairs. The fur trim around the hood was already beginning to warm her up, and the delicate silver flowers at the bottom popped with each step she took. Elain and Feyre were already waiting for her in fresh dresses, pulling on their gloves and chatting quietly.

"Are you ready?" Feyre asked as Elain handed Nesta her own gloves.

"Absolutely," Nesta replied.

Sharp footsteps that had all three girls straightening sounded behind them. "And where are you three going?" their mother's pointed voice asked.

"We were just going to take a walk to the market, mama," Elain explained in a sweet voice she used to get her way. It almost always worked.

"We just arrived. Surely you three have to get settled in your rooms."

"Yes, but we've been traveling for so long. We thought getting some fresh air and sunshine would be good for us."

Their mother looked at each of her daughters, moving an assessing gaze from one to the next. "Fine. Be home in time for dinner."

"Yes, mama," the three said in unison. They turned and hastened through the door before she could change her mind.

Once out of the house they each took a breath of relief. Nesta was bristling with excitement as she took in the city around them. The clouds were as white and fluffy as ever, drifting across the azure sky. It was midday, and yet something about them looked as if dawn were still lingering, a rose gold glow lining them.

With their house residing in the Rì chū - as the locals called their neighborhood - it was only a short walk to the Lí míng Market, the unofficial center of the city. The true center was still a mile away, filled with golden buildings where business and politics took place. But the market, that was the social center. Shops lined the street and stalls filled it, displaying goods from all over the world. Political hopefuls would gather in the center, preaching their opinions and fighting for change. Old friends would meet in the various cafes to catch up over cups of tea. New lovers would wander the aisles, browsing aimlessly as they sought to know each other better.

There was always something to see or do at the market, always something to entertain. But what Nesta loved best was the variety. People from all over Prythian lived in Yin, and you could see them all at the market. Their different dress styles and how they wear their hair, the various accents and intonations they speak in. It was all here, in this bustling market.

They were browsing a small jewelry stall when Elain let out a loud sigh. "You know, as lovely as this city is, I do wish we could've spent a bit more time in Adriata before coming here."

"Speak for yourself," Feyre said, her eyes tracking a pack of boys around her age that were passing them. "Did all the guys look like that when you were at the Academy, Nesta?"

"Like rowdy, eighteen-year-olds? Yes." Nesta didn't even bother looking at the group, more interested in a rose pendant painted to look like flames.

She could hear the roll in Feyre's eyes as she responded, "Cute, Nesta. I meant cute."

"I wasn't paying that much attention," she explained, placing the pendant down. It was beautiful, but her mother would never let her wear it out. Even looking at it she could feel eyes on her, as if her mother was watching all the way from their house. "Some were cute, some weren't, I'm sure. But if you're truly interested, you could always enroll in the Academy."

Feyre let out a loud snort that drew more than a few eyes, but Nesta tried to ignore it, moving them along to the next stall. "As if I'd be allowed to," Feyre lamented. "Mother didn't allow Elain to enroll."

"Really? As I recall it, Elain opted not to enroll," Nesta countered.

"What?!" Feyre pivoted, eyes on Elain, who suddenly found a new stall she wished to see halfway across the market and rushed off. "She never told me that." Her voice softened slightly as she slid up to Nesta's side.

Nesta turned to give Feyre a small smile. "I think she was worried you'd think she was staying for you. You just assumed she didn't have the option, it was easier to keep it that way."

"Was she? Staying for me."

"Not entirely. She didn't want to leave you alone, but she also wanted to stay for father. And, in the end, she's not as interested in our magic. She was more interested in staying home, getting to spend time on her hobbies and the garden. But it was her choice. Believe me. I tried to convince her to go."

Feyre let out a contemplative sound, her eyes moving to the clocks made from wine bottles that were displayed on the stall in front of them. "I still doubt I'd be allowed to enroll, assuming I could get in."

"You'd get in. You're an Archeron."

"Doesn't change the mother of it all. She'd never let me go. She'd never spend that kind of money on me."

"Feyre," Nesta sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Nesta," Feyre parried. "Don't pretend. Our whole lives, everything has been about you. She doesn't care about us. Only you."

Nesta simply shook her head. "That's not true."

It wasn't about Nesta.

It never was. Not one thing in her life. Not the dance lessons, the private tutors, the fancy dresses. Not even her birth. As her mother always said, she was bred. No, she wasn't born or conceived or made with love, but bred. Like a prize show pony.

It was one of the reasons Nesta enjoyed her time at the Academy so much. The freedom. She could stay up all night, engrossed in a book if she wanted to. She could spend hours in the various museums, devouring chocolate from her favorite shop, or strolling through the Lí míng Market.

It hadn't been perfect freedom. Her mother's eye was far-reaching, she still kept Nesta 'in line', but the boundaries were far larger than Nesta had ever experienced. She just needed to stay away from Instinct - the other school of magic. Emotional, raucous, intense - they were dangerous. Nesta had heard the stories of Reason practitioners who'd gotten mixed up in Instinct. It never ended well.

Feyre could lecture her all she wanted on how Nesta was given everything. How their mother's life revolved around Nesta, but it never truly did. Their mother's life revolved around their mother, and Nesta was a mere tool in the process.

Her tone turned sharper. "Well, that's how it looks to me." And with that comment, Feyre stalked away.

One day Feyre might understand, but Nesta sure hoped that would never happen. That her mother would never shift her focus to Elain or Feyre. She prayed to the gods every day that they would never know what their mother's 'caring' felt like.

Leaving her sisters to their own interests, Nesta continued her path down the aisle of stalls, stopping whenever something caught her eye. She never lingered for long, unable to shake that feeling that she was being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck remained upright, a tingling sensation spreading through her body.

Nesta was sure she was growing paranoid. There were hundreds of people at the market. Plenty probably looked at her for a moment, but surely no one was watching her. And her mother hated the market, she certainly wouldn't have come out to it just to watch Nesta shop.

When she reached the end of the aisle, Nesta looked around for the tenth time, her eyes scanning every divot and alleyway when her gaze fell upon a pair of bright, hazel eyes that were clearly following her. Even being caught, they remained on her, a spark igniting in them, mesmerizing Nesta and holding her stare. She lost her breath for a moment. It took a minute before she gathered the strength of will to break away from his gaze and look upon the face those eyes held.

His face was nearly as intense as his stare. A strong jaw and high cheekbones, with a scar through the left eyebrow, half-hidden by some of the dark hair that fell in his face. His lips were spread into a knowing smirk. It ignited something deep within her that she couldn't quite name.

He was leaning against a lamp post, his ridiculously muscular arms crossed over his just as insane torso. Even in that stance he was daunting. She could only imagine what he'd be like at full height.

Meeting his gaze again, she finally realized what it was she was feeling.

Fury.

The audacity of this man, to watch her go through the market. To give her such a smug grin, as if he knew she would come up to him now that she's seen him. She had the mind to do just that and tell him off. Before she could, she heard her name being called.

"Nesta! You must come see these!" Elain exclaimed, walking up to her and grabbing her hand, beginning to pull her toward some stall. Nesta looked to her sister reflexively, and when she looked back the man was gone. As if he'd disappeared on the wind. "Nesta?" Elain asked, noticing her sister not moving.

"Sorry," Nesta breathed, turning to Elain. "I was lost in thought. What are we looing at?"

Elain grinned widely and led her to a stall selling cloak clasps. Feyre was already there, holding up a beautiful clasp of stars. Nesta wasn't entirely sure how the designer was able to make a full clasp of defined stars, but there it was in her sister's hands, one of the most beautiful cloak clasps she'd ever seen.

"That's lovely, Feyre," Nesta said, the best peace offering she could provide. Feyre gave her a big smile and nod, her form of an acceptance.

"And look at these!" Feyre held up two others, a floral bouquet clasp and one of silver flames.

"Oh, wow!" Nesta could hardly get the words out as she took the clasp of fire and examined it. She'd never seen its equal.

Feyre could never full explain it, but whenever she was painting a representation of her sisters, she always painted these three symbols. Flowers for Elain, stars for herself, and flames for Nesta. Nesta's favorites were always the ones where she turned the flames silver, 'like your eyes,' she would say. Not that Nesta's eyes were actually silver, but apparently they could look that way in some lightings.

"It's just too perfect, isn't it?" Elain asked, already reaching into her coin purse and handing money to the keeper of the stall for all three of them.

"It's more than that. It's fate," Feyre agreed.

Nesta smiled softly as she wrapped her hand around her new clasp. "It's certainly something," she murmured.

a/n: I hope no one minds some sisterly moments. It wasn't truly purposeful, but there's something about giving the sisters a better bond that felt right for this fic.

I stuck with East Asia as inspiration for aspects of this city - particularly the names for now, but I'm going to be trying to work in more around fashion and other things throughout the fic - because this is meant to take place in the area that would be the Dawn Court in canon Prythian.

Pronunciations - I am linking to "word hippo" for the words I used. They have a little speaker icon you can click on to hear the pronunciation, as technically the English spelling is the phonetic spelling. I did speak with a native Mandarin-speaking friend to make sure I got the right words, but she could not help me with phonetic spellings, so this is the best way to do this, I believe.

Lí míng | Rì chū

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BACK TO US - 11. TAKING INVENTORY

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The bonfire went on relatively peacefully for a couple hours, before the campers turned too rowdy and caused the counselors to call it a night. Currently, Hansol and Soonyoung were driving back to the middle school to drop off the various instruments. Some of the other counselors were preoccupied in cleaning up dirty plates and spare chairs. Meanwhile, you and Joshua were left to store away the extra props that the kids used during the talent show bit of the night. Soonyoung tried to switch places with you, he really did. But, the music teacher called him and informed him whoever signed the rental papers had to be the ones to bring them back. So, now you were once again stuck with Joshua. Except this time, both of you were unable to mutter a single word to the other. 

The props were usually kept in a beat up old shed towards the end of campgrounds. The kids all believed it harbored various ghosts, but you were never one to believe much in the supernatural. At least that’s what you let the campers think. The trek to and from the shed took about ten minutes each way, but the weather was surprisingly calm. Without conversation, Joshua and you managed to put away the majority of the objects while taking inventory with flashlights in one hand, and clipboards and paper in the other. Counting the number of costumes proved a challenge, as you recounted the articles of clothing for the nth time after losing track. 

Finally noticing the silence, you clear your throat. “The cover you did of Cupid was nice.”

Joshua’s surprised by your effort to interact, but tries his best to play it off.  “Yeah, the kids seemed to like it. It’s still absolutely wild to me that most of them don’t even know it’s a Korean girl group singing it.”

You decide to tease him. “Oh, it is?”

“Y/N, I saw you post about Fifty Fifty’s whole controversy on Twitter. Nice try.”

“Jeez, someone’s been stalking my account.” You roll your eyes jokingly. 

He smiles at your sarcasm, pleased that the uneasiness between the two of you reduced. The two of you discuss the campers’ acts of the night, amused with their energetic performances. After about twenty minutes, all the props are accounted for and you both exit the shed.

Your relief from being out of the shed doesn’t last long, rain begins to drizzle and within a minute, fully downpours. Having to walk ten minutes in torrential rain, on a steep path, was not an option. 

“You’re still scared of thunderstorms, huh?” Joshua comments, noticing your pacing steps around the shed. 

“It doesn’t help that we’re stuck in this haunted shed that’s held together with like two planks of wood!” You complain, starting to spiral. 

The shed is illuminated by bright light outside before a loud crack fills the air. You squeeze your eyes shut tighter, covering your ears and dropping the flashlight in the process. 

Joshua sees how distraught you are and tries his best to recall what the younger versions of yourselves did in the past. He slips off his jacket and places it softly on you, so it drapes over your shoulders. 

He lifts your head up and has you look in his eyes. “Breathe with me, Y/N.” He demonstrates slow and deep breaths. 

You listen to his words, looking at the O-shape of his lips as he inhaled and exhaled. After a while, your breathing returns to normal. However, you and Joshua continue to maintain eye contact as the sound of rain falling outside persists. 

“Your text earlier…” Joshua trails off, unsure of how to ask what he wanted.

“Joshua…”

He delivers his words gently, “I know, I should give you more time. But, I know your eyes when you have something to say.” He pauses, “So, let me know if you feel how I feel.”

You take a deep breath again at his ability to see through you, scared to fully express yourself. “I swear, I tried letting go of the feelings I had for you. During all of these years, I really thought you were just my best friend. But, when you told me you loved me last week, all of my past feelings came rushing back. Joshua, I was in love with you, too.”

a/n: the way that the past two parts have been posted late 😭 i get distracted way too easy!! anyways omg...tmrw is the Finale... and then the epilogue on sunday??? whaaaaaaat?! might post the epilogue on monday for the ending to marinate a bit more hehe

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⬩〘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐆 | 𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 〙⬩

⬩·⬩·⬩〘 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 〙⬩·⬩·⬩

When twin princes Arkyn and Aesir discover that their homeland has fallen under the influence of a wicked king, they're forced to hit the road in search of answers and a way to save their kingdom from ruin. Quickly finding out that the problem is much bigger than they’d imagined, they seek help in hopes to strike down its source. The twins’ quest takes them across the breadth of Ziel, through lands perilous and unfamiliar, where they’re met with challenges beyond their wildest imaginations—from trap-laden temples to soul-eating forests, and even a realm beyond their own reality where the keys to defeating their enemy lie in wait for their chosen wielders. Accompanied by an unexpected ally, they’re forced to unearth troubling secrets, battle nightmarish entities, and save not only their own kingdom from the influence of the enemy, but all the others, too.

⬩·⬩·⬩〘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 〙⬩·⬩·⬩

〘◇〙⬩𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 | Novel 〘◇〙⬩𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒 | High fantasy, adventure, supernatural 〘◇〙⬩𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 | Forgiveness, finding hope, found family, redemption, faith 〘◇〙⬩𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 | Drafting/brainstorming 〘◇〙⬩𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Violence, mild gore, scary demon creatures

⬩⬩⬩〘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 〙⬩⬩⬩

⬩〘◇〙ARKYN THORBURN, THE CREATOR. . . ❨ RACE | VULKUR⬩AGE | 18⬩MALE ❩ ⬩Arkyn, one of the twin princes of Elkinor, is the trio's creative mind, able to imagine his way out of almost any problem. He's known for being a tad volatile; he can be melancholic one moment, and a manic mess the next. He has a strong desire for justice, and can be a formidable force when he needs to be (and perhaps when he doesn't). He wears his heart on his sleeve, and is quite the emotional type in general. ⬩❨ MAGIC ❩⬩ Can create temporary objects out of Soul Vapor; has perfect photographic memory; "Omnifocus" (clearly percieves everything in his FOV, rather than a small focal point); is supernaturally creative

⬩〘◇〙AESIR THORBURN, THE HEALER. . . ❨ RACE | VULKUR⬩AGE | 18⬩MALE ❩ ⬩Aesir, Arykn's twin brother, is selfless to a fault; he is the most self-sacrificing, and is willing to go through anything for anyone's sake. He's smart, hard-working, loving, honest, and most of all, forgiving. (He does try to mask this inner softie, though. And like Arkyn, he is not easy prey.) He has immense empathy for others and essentially formed a shell to protect his sanity—so while he may come off as a bit emotionless, he absolutely is not. ⬩❨ MAGIC ❩⬩ Can use his own blood to heal others; can sense the presence/absence of life; is unexplainably selfless and knowledgeable

⬩〘◇〙KAERA SPYRYTUM, THE DOVE. . . ❨ RACE | VALKIRIN⬩AGE | 19⬩FEMALE ❩ ⬩Kaera, the princess of Oraania, is a strange one; she's enigmatic, inexplicably wise, and oddly good at persuading people. She's there when she needs to be, she knows what to say, and she's always paying very close attention to her surroundings... Always. She's also truthful—sometimes to a fault, but lying is simply not in her nature. Despite all those strange qualities, however, she loves to sing and play the harp—and according to Arkyn, she is the most incredible friend a guy could ask for. ⬩❨ MAGIC ❩⬩ Can summon two ghostly clones of herself; can genuinely multitask to a ridiculous degree; is strangely persuasive and wise

⬩⬩⬩〘 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 〙⬩⬩⬩

SS is a story that's been floating around in my head since ~2018. My intention is to create clean, faith-inspired stories in a market dominated by content that's not very Christian friendly. It follows twin princes Arkyn and Aesir, as well as their friend Kaera, on a journey across the kingdoms of Ziel as they gather legendary artifacts—the Armor of Arkaios—in order to destroy the enemy: A man bound to an evil entity who's bent on becoming the one true king of Ziel. But he's not the only antagonist; there are four others, all of whom share the same desire for power and immortality. This story draws a lot of inspiration from things like Lord of the Rings, The Legend of Zelda, and Deltora Quest. I intend to publish it in the future. I'll be posting art of characters from SS as well as the occasional snippet. I hope you enjoy, and please spread the word amongst Christian creators!

Art by Mayshing of Altabe Studio