#so on so forth the world is beautiful the possibilities are endless you get it

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long lived sw races must be so extra about their hobbies. imagine you live for thousand years and a century of that time you decide to dedicate to making a single big af carpet

[boopshoops]

What your favorite TWST character says about you :)

As a note before I begin: I saw one of these that shamed malleus and randomly even chenya enjoyers- (claimed that they were pick mes or something? 😭) so i wanted to make one that was more positive out of spite <3 make it more about the writing and why people appreciate the characters. Take each of these with a grain of salt i spose- also a lot of them share similar themes <3

(Aka fans who have different views or even blatantly incorrect views of characters will always exist everywhere, but insulting the entirety of a group solely for enjoying a character, many for different reasons, is probably not a great idea!

I get that sometimes people suck and thats understandable, but quit generalizing ok? Ok.

From a malleus enjoyer who just thinks hes a silly little guy and im tired of feeling like i have to defend myself bc he's my blorbo 😵‍💫)

Final note: i love unapologetically taking frustration and turning it into something that can make people smile 💕 also i blindly wrote this from 11pm-midnight :))) dividers by @/cafekitsune!

Heartslabyul:

Riddle: you enjoy and/or relate to the idea of healing from the past. Working hard to improve oneself for the ones around you and yourself: creating a healthier environment where you can be happy

Trey: there is immense complexity in things that are seemingly mundane. Digging deeper and deeper to find something truly sweet and heart warming is your joy.

Cater: maybe you relate, or maybe you used to, or maybe parts of the connections made in the past/presence/future dont feel as deep as you truly want them to be. There is something beautiful about a desire for genuine human connection, but also peace in being alone. There is a safe space for you yet, just be patient. 💕

Deuce: you love drive and determination. An endless stubbornness that keeps one going against all odds. Against every person who tells someone they cant. You watch them get proven wrong, and its pure bliss.

Ace: you find the connection between people beyond words heartwarming: even the seemingly simple ones. The ability to have a connection with someone who can get up to some mischief, tease back and forth, yet be there when you need them to be one of the most valuable things.

Savanaclaw:

Leona: Adversity over a lack of belief in oneself is a very difficult thing to overcome- yet it is very possible with the right crowd, the right amount of time, healing, and effort. You think someone's worth lies more than just within their title/job/appearance, but within the fact that they are able to stand back up and keep moving onward despite the odds. The hope for that change, and the ability to get out of bed in the morning on its own is strength.

Ruggie: Despite being through so much trauma at such a young age, recovery happens anyway. Its not perfect, at times the lessons learned are even rough. The survival tactics that once helped are now hard to ditch when theyre not needed anymore, but the ability to smile and joke and keep pushing onwards is something you value in life.

Jack: Self discipline can be both extremely useful as well as harmful in different ways. You find the way people can constantly strive to better themselves at what they love and/or morally to be highly admirable.

Octavinelle:

Azul: People can be cruel. And sometimes that cruelty inspires cruelty. Sometimes its simply used as a way to move on and survive insecurities created from it. Its hard, its a fight, but those insecurities are part of what make people beautiful. They are nothing to be ashamed of, and even the many tactics and smart ways of learning to overcome cruelness can be beautiful too.

Jade: The mind is extremely powerful. Intelligence and knowledge are not the only important things, no. Using that intel to find entertainment in the surrounding world can be exhilarating. Finding and discovering new unknowns: learning their ins and outs until they're a part of you is something you can relate to.

Floyd: speaking of fun- you love what is essentially the written version of a roller coaster. Ups and downs, ins and outs. Every single twist and turn is exhilarating and new. Every different perspective provides new insight into a multitude of different things. You are along for the ride, and you are having a lovely time.

Scarabia:

Jamil: self discovery can be very difficult after purposefully suppressing parts of one's self for a long time. Yet, the healing happens anyway (once again aha <3). People discover new parts of themselves, slowly becoming more comfortable not only with their environment, but how they react to it. The discovery is freedom, and freedom is bliss to you. New traits about oneself bloom like a flower: if not in the soil, then stubbornly in the cracks of cement. You gently take that bloom from the concrete and pot it, placing it gingerly in a beam of sunlight.

Kalim: Happiness isnt only sunshine to the one smiling, but to everyone else around them. It is delightfully infectious. However, happiness isnt a constant. You think emotions all emotions should be experienced rather than suppressed, because holding back sadness for the sake of others is a disservice to one's self. Discovering your own emotions, any range of them, is what makes people uniquely human. If anyone is holding those emotions back- hell, any part of them back, they need to be let out of the cage.

Pomefiore:

Vil: "Beauty is on the inside" is a saying thats been around for a long time, but beauty comes in so many forms. It can come from the stubborn desire to improve one's self: to be kinder, to help those around you, to be good. However it is impossible to be perfect. At times, for some, this can be crushing. People are hurt unintentionally, natural frustration can brew, the wrong actions can be taken: and thats okay. You believe whats important is to pick yourself up and keep going. To err is to be human, and that is beautiful too.

Rook: Error is beautiful. Symmetry is beautiful. Asymmetry is beautiful. A crack in the side walk is beautiful. Small things are beautiful, big things are beautiful. The nurturing of something through endless care is beautiful. The undeniable traits and hobbies of every individual that make them unique are beautiful. You find the endless optimism in finding beauty to be, in itself, beautiful.

Epel: Sometimes people will view others in ways that they wish not to be perceived as. This isnt in our control, as much as we sometimes want it to be. All you can do i be unapologetically yourself. To be you to the utmost degree. To prove those who thought otherwise to be foolish. You find this strength to find value in yourself despite others opinions admirable.

Ignihyde:

Idia: you have depression /j

Ok for real-

Life can be such a cunt. It can beat a person down, down, down and leave them vulnerable enough to fear it. To fear that beating, whenever it may next come. The anxiety of never knowing what or who will come next, or what one could lose. At times it feels more comforting to find a routine in solitude. But you know that the small things that give joy will wiggle their way in with time. The broken will meet people who love and care and find comfort in the companionship of healing, even from the little things: like a new story to read or game to play.

Ortho: You value unconditional support. Support through everything: the good, the bad, the just kind of okay. Knowing that someone can have ones back for every little thing- to be there solely because they care and wish the best for others- is something you look up to and maybe even wish to be for another.

Diasomnia:

Malleus: god damn people can be so hard to read and understand. They are so complicated: they are books you have to pay attention to from start to finish. But once you reach the end, you have a deep seated appreciation for them, and for the ones who stuck around to read your book too. Even if it was just for a fleeting moment: it is a happy moment. As painful as temporary things can be, it is also what you think can make the relationships we love and have loved so valuable.

Lilia: there can be suffering everywhere. There is war. There is famine. But there are also endless new sights to see. New discoveries to be made to help those still going through famine and war. New ways to love and understand people you never thought you'd understand. The development and positive parts of humanity, even though at times it can look bleak, are ever present to you. You love the discovery: of places and of people.

Silver: you believe that there is solace in being your own individual, regardless of who you are bound by blood to. Being shaped my experiences, friends, hardships, and new places are what make a person who they are. You value finding roots in and making your own home.

Sebek: Dedication can be a hard thing to come by, but when it does it can grab someone by the reigns. Using every waking moment to cherish that thing, learn more about it, become better at something, and strive to better ones self can be very admirable to you. But, on the other hand, it also calls for the occasional rest.

OTHER (just for ones I know well enough, sorry!)

Neige: You love kindness despite hardship. One can go through horrible things and still choose to be kind. The world could begin to end, and one could still choose to be kind, because it means everything.

Chenya: Curiosity fuels exploration. It fuels art. It fuels everything. It fuels excitement. It fuels friendships. It fuels medicine. It fuels life. Curiosity is endlessly fun, and you think that is very whimsical

Meleanor: Sacrifice for others can be tragic. Knowing what another person has given up for someone else, maybe even everything, is gut wrenching but undeniably a selfless love to you.

Crewel: There can be kindness in strictness. In teachings, there can be a parental guide. There can be someone who cares for you and undeniably wants you to succeed. They know that you can, so they push you towards it. You want this support.

Trein: Love surpasses time. When the ones we love are gone, the memories of them are still held close, with the love once given to them, we can show to others through advice and guidance that comes with time. You find comfort in that.

Crowley: People are flawed. We all know this, yet despite a persons flaws... however many there may be, there is still something hopeful and human about it. About having those flaws and persisting regardless. You may even like those flaws, and the unashamed desire to press on even with them on display.

Fellow/Ernesto: Live for yourself. This is what you desire. People are often caught up in material or monetary things. After all, we live in a world that required it to survive and even be respected. To throw away those views and simply live as you see fit: regardless as to whether you earn those things or not, is something you admire.

Rollo: Sometimes the attachment we have to those we lost can be painful. Regardless, that pain is proof that there was care and love. The things done for others, whether alive or dead, are done selflessly. Grief can fuel hatred, but it can also be caused by love. To unlearn hatred and learn to love again after the fear of loss is a natural human experience. It is a process you understand and admire those who take the time and strength needed to properly love again.

Thank you for reading <3

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SUMMER (Chapter Four)

FEATURING Azriel x Illyrian!reader

SUMMARY healing is a long journey that can't be summed up in just four simple seasons, but it seems with the help of a certain shadowsinger at your side, you've seemed to do it.

CONTENT WARNINGS mentions of nightmares, apologies, scared reader, comforting Azriel, Cassian POV, and mentions of wingspans ;)

AUTHORS NOTE the finale you've all been waiting for is finally here as promised! Thank you all so much for your support during this series, I am excited to be back and writing for you all again! Love you all and I hope you enjoy! <3

Summer arrives like a promise fulfilled, a canvas awash with vibrant hues of green and gold, as if nature herself has donned her finest attire. The air hums with the gentle whisper of transformation, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and the promise of new beginnings on its warm breeze.

As the sun stretches its golden fingers across the land, casting long shadows that dance in its radiant glow, there's a palpable sense of rejuvenation in the air. It's as if each dawn heralds a new chapter, a chance to shed the burdens of the past and embrace the endless possibilities of the present.

In this season of abundance, life bursts forth with an exuberance that is both intoxicating and invigorating. The world awakens from its slumber, blossoming with a riot of colors as flowers unfurl their petals in joyful defiance of the lingering chill of winter. Leaves rustle in the gentle caress of the wind, their verdant whispers carrying tales of resilience and growth.

Amidst this symphony of nature's symphony, there is a sense of newfound strength coursing through every living thing. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the warmth of the sun infuses each day with a sense of possibility, igniting a fire within the soul that refuses to be extinguished.

In the heart of summer, time seems to slow, allowing moments to linger like the last rays of sunlight on a balmy evening. It's a season of exploration and adventure, where every day holds the promise of discovery and every sunset marks the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.

And as the days stretch languidly into twilight, there is a quiet resilience that takes root, a deep-seated belief in the power of new beginnings and the strength that comes from embracing change. For in the heart of summer, beneath the sweltering heat and the endless blue skies, lies the untold promise of tomorrow, waiting to be seized with both hands and forged into something beautiful.

(Mid Summer, Velaris)

The afternoon sun poured into the training ring, casting long shadows of the figures sparring lightly within it. Cassian was across from me, a patient yet mischievous grin on his face, as he handed me a training sword. “Ready to get your ass kicked, or are you going to make me work for it today?”

I smirked, feeling the flutter of my old spirit stirring within. “Dream on, Cassian.”

The clash of our swords sang through the air, a melody of metal that resonated with the pounding of my heart. Each strike, each parry, felt like shedding layers of fear that had cocooned me since losing my wings.

“Focus,” Cassian said, his voice a mix of sternness and encouragement. “Remember, it’s not just about strength. It’s about knowing your opponent.”

I nodded, gripping my own wooden sword a little tighter. As I lunged forward, Cassian parried easily, countering with a swift movement that I barely blocked in time. We moved in a rhythm, the clack of our swords punctuating each maneuver. My muscles remembered the dance, even if they ached from disuse. Cassian’s style was a flurry of motion, designed to overwhelm, but today he tempered his usual ferocity, giving me room to find my footing again. The physical exertion was grounding, pulling me further away from my mental ghosts.

Laughter and shouts from Mor, watching from the sidelines, filled the arena, her cheers a buoyant soundtrack to our dance of blades and as we paused for a break, Mor jogged over with a waterskin and a smirk. She threw an arm around my shoulders, squeezing tightly. “Look at you! You’re almost back to your old self,” she beamed, her pride evident.

The warmth from her compliment soaked through me, loosening some of the tightness still lingering in my chest. “Feels good to move like that again,” I admitted, allowing the truth of my words to wash over me. It did feel good—like claiming back pieces of my soul, piece by piece.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” she smiled, squeezing me close again as she handed me the waterskin. After I took a long drink, she shot me a sly glance. “Speaking of fun, have you noticed how Azriel can't seem to stay away from your side?”

Mor’s eyebrows wiggled as I coughed on the water, wiping my mouth as I tried to compose myself. “He’s just being supportive,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Cassian chuckled, leaning on his sword. “Oh, he’s being supportive, all right. Haven’t seen him this glued to someone since… well, ever.”

I rolled my eyes, but the seed of awareness began to sprout in my mind. Azriel had indeed been a constant presence, his quiet strength a comfort I hadn’t realized I’d leaned on so much.

“Do you think it might be a mating bond?” Mor asked casually, too casually, as she inspected her nails.

The question halted me, the weight of the implication settling in my stomach like a stone. The mating bond was sacred, profound—was I ready for something like that? The very thought made my heart race, not just with fear but with a blossoming hope I hadn’t acknowledged until now.

“Maybe he’s just being a good friend,” I countered, but my voice lacked conviction.

Cassian raised an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look. “When you know, you know,” he said simply. “And it looks like you’re starting to realize something there.”

We resumed training, but his words echoed in my mind with each strike and block. Azriel’s face appeared in my thoughts, his smiles, the gentle touch of his hands, the way his eyes lit up when he looked at me lately. My feelings for him, which I had shelved as mere gratitude or the simple need for companionship during recovery, seemed to be deepening into something richer, more profound.

As we finished and walked back towards the House of Wind, Mor looped her arm through mine. “You don’t have to figure it all out at once,” she whispered. “But don’t close your heart to the possibility of something beautiful. Azriel cares for you deeply, more than just as a friend or protector.”

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow that bathed the world in a soft, forgiving light. It felt symbolic, reflective of my own internal dawn. Maybe, just maybe, I was ready to consider that what lay between Azriel and me could be the kind of love that songs and tales were spun from. As fear and doubt receded, leaving room for this new, tender hope, I realized that my journey of healing was also leading me down a path of rediscovering my capacity to love—not just Azriel, but myself and this new life I was slowly, bravely building.

(Mid Summer, The River House)

That evening, the dinner with the Inner Circle was held at the sprawling, candlelit table in the River House. The atmosphere was thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses, a symphony of friendship and familial bonds. The windows were thrown open, allowing the crisp, cool air of Velaris to sweep through the room, mixing with the scent of jasmine and roasted meats.

As I entered the dining room, a subtle change in my demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by the group. Rhysand was the first to catch my eye, giving me a nod of approval and a warm, welcoming smile. Amren, ever observant, watched me with her piercing gaze, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips, acknowledging the shift in my spirits.

Azriel, standing slightly apart, offered me a soft, encouraging smile as I took my place next to him. His quiet strength bolstered my newfound resolve to engage more fully with those around me.

Dinner began with a lively discussion led by Feyre about a recent exhibition at the art gallery in the city. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she described the vibrant colors and revolutionary techniques of the new artists showcased. I listened, chiming in with my thoughts on the integration of night and day themes, which earned an approving laugh from Rhys.

As the meal continued, Cassian, true to form, began recounting one of his training escapades, embellishing the details to make his tale more dramatic. “And then, just as I was about to execute my perfectly planned maneuver, an Illyrian baby sneezed on me. Totally threw off my game!”

Laughter erupted around the table, and I found myself genuinely chuckling, the sound surprising even to me. “Only you, Cassian, could be outmaneuvered by a baby’s sneeze,” I teased, earning a round of applause and a mock bow from Cassian.

“See, she’s got jokes now! Our girl’s coming back to us,” Mor exclaimed, her face alight with joy. She reached over to squeeze my hand, her gesture warm and reassuring.

As plates were cleared and desserts were served, the conversation shifted to lighter, more personal stories. Feyre shared anecdotes about her latest painting misadventures, while Mor detailed her plans for the upcoming festival in the city. Each story, each shared laugh, felt like a stitch mending the frayed edges of my soul.

As the dinner party began to wind down in the warm, laughter-filled hall, a soft coo from the corner caught my attention. Nyx, cradled gently in Feyre’s arms, was awake and curiously peeking over her shoulder with wide, starry eyes. I felt my heart tug softly. It had been too long since I had held him, too long since I’d allowed myself to be part of these simpler, beautiful family moments.

Feyre caught my gaze and smiled, understanding immediately. “Someone wants to say hello,” she said softly, walking over with Nyx. His small hand reached out, and I couldn’t help but smile as his fingers grasped at the air between us.

“May I?” I asked, my voice a whisper of excitement mixed with a hint of uncertainty.

“Of course,” Feyre replied, carefully transferring Nyx into my arms. The baby settled against me with ease, a soft sigh escaping him as if he found comfort in my embrace. His tiny hand reached up, touching my cheek gently, an innocent gesture that felt like a reassurance of missed affection. It was as if he was saying he remembered me, that he too had felt the absence of our connection.

The moment wasn’t lost on Azriel, who watched from a short distance. His shadows flickered subtly around him, a telltale sign of his emotions stirring beneath that calm exterior. Since the conversation with Cassian and Mor earlier today, every glance, every small interaction with him seemed charged with a new, silent tension. My newly admitted feelings for him amplified each shared look, adding weight to the air between us.

As I rocked Nyx gently, my thoughts drifted to Azriel again. His presence at my side had become a constant, his support unwavering. The depth of my affection for him had crept up silently, weaving itself into the fabric of my daily life until it was indistinguishable from my other truths. I found myself stealing glances at him, each look a quiet confession of the feelings I was only beginning to allow myself to acknowledge.

Azriel eventually made his way over, his gaze softening as he looked at Nyx in my arms. “He’s missed you,” Azriel murmured, his voice barely audible over the low hum of conversation around us.

I met his eyes, feeling a flush of warmth at the intimacy of the moment. “I’ve missed him, too. Missed all of this,” I admitted, my voice thick with emotion. The way Azriel looked at me then, with such warmth and depth, made my heart skip a beat.

“Looks good on you,” he said after a pause, nodding towards Nyx.

The comment, simple and offhand, thrummed with unspoken meanings. It was a nudge against the boundaries we had maintained, a gentle probing into the new spaces of my heart that had begun to open to him.

As I handed Nyx back to Feyre, I caught Azriel’s arm gently. “Stay for a moment?” I asked, my voice hopeful, laden with the weight of all the things I hadn’t yet said.

He nodded, his usual reserve melting away for a moment as he stayed by my side, his presence a silent promise of things perhaps soon to be explored. We both knew something unspoken was shifting between us, and while neither of us was ready to dive into those waters just yet, acknowledging it—even in silence—felt like the first step toward a new horizon.

(Mid Summer, The House of Wind)

The following week, Feyre, Mor, Nesta, and I revived our "book club"—a ruse for nights filled with wine, wild discussions about our latest reads, and shared secrets under the cloak of night. As I sat curled up on a plush couch, a glass of wine in hand, surrounded by these incredible women, a profound sense of belonging enveloped me. Here, in these moments, I was safe to just be; to heal, to laugh, to grow.

The cozy nook tucked away in the House of Wind had become our sanctuary, a place where the Inner Circle’s book club convened to discuss literature, life, and everything in between. Tonight, as the flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across the room, I settled into my usual spot among the plush cushions, surrounded by my closest friends.

Feyre, Nesta, and Mor lounged around me, each with a book in hand, their faces alight with anticipation for our weekly gathering. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, the air buzzing with the promise of lively conversation and shared insights.

“So, what’s everyone reading this week?” Mor asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she glanced around the circle.

Feyre held up a worn copy of her latest find, a tale of forbidden love and political intrigue. “I’m revisiting an old favorite,” she said with a smile. “It’s like catching up with an old friend.”

Nesta, with a smirk playing on her lips, produced a rather scandalous-looking novel with a provocative cover. “I’m exploring the more… sensual side of literature,” she declared, her voice dripping with amusement.

As the conversation flowed around me, I couldn’t help but chuckle at Nesta’s choice. Leave it to her to bring a little spice to our book club discussions. I was hesitant to share tonight, scared to share my feelings so blatantly, to say them out loud in a space with women who would not so soon let me forget. Tonight felt different, though, I felt stronger, able to seize this chance to share with my friends the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me.

“I’ve been reading this collection of poetry,” I began, my voice tentative at first. “It’s funny how words can capture the complexity of human emotions so beautifully.”

Mor’s eyes gleamed with interest, her grin widening. “Ah, poetry—the language of the heart,” she said, her tone teasing yet tender. “Any particular poem speaking to you?”

I hesitated, my gaze flickering to the empty spot where Azriel usually sat. His absence was keenly felt, a reminder of the unresolved tension between us. “There’s one poem that resonates with me,” I admitted, my voice growing stronger with each word. “It’s about…” I faltered, the weight of my confession heavy on my tongue.

Feyre leaned forward, her eyes warm with understanding. “About love?” she prompted gently, her hand reaching out to squeeze mine in silent support.

I nodded, the words spilling forth in a rush. “About love, and fear, and the courage to open your heart to someone—even when it scares you.”

Nesta regarded me with a thoughtful expression, her gaze piercing yet compassionate. “Love is a battlefield,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “But sometimes, the greatest victories come from facing our fears head-on.”

Mor chimed in with her trademark humor, lightening the mood with a well-timed joke. “Who knew our stoic Shadowsinger had a soft spot for you?”

Feyre smiled knowingly, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Maybe it’s time to confront the shadows and see what lies beneath.”

Nesta couldn’t resist adding her own brand of wit to the conversation. “Speaking of shadows,” she said with a sly grin, “has anyone else noticed Azriel’s wingspan lately?”

We all laughed at Nesta’s comment, the tension in the room dissipating as we embraced the camaraderie of our little gathering. Despite the challenges we faced, tonight was a reminder that with the support of friends, even the darkest shadows could be chased away.

As the evening wore on, our conversation drifted from books to more personal topics, each of us sharing snippets of our lives and experiences. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, a chance to peel back the layers and reveal the raw truths hidden beneath.

Nesta, ever the enigma, shared tales of her latest adventures in the human lands, her sharp wit and cunning intellect shining through with every word.

Mor, always the life of the party, regaled us with stories of her escapades in the Court of Nightmares, her laughter contagious as she recounted her misadventures.

And Feyre, with her quiet strength and unwavering compassion, offered words of wisdom and encouragement, her presence a soothing balm to our troubled souls.

As for me, I found solace in their company, the weight of my burdens eased by the warmth of their friendship. In their laughter and shared moments, I found the courage to confront my fears and embrace the possibility of a brighter future.

And as the candles burned low and the night grew late, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would face them with the unwavering support of my sisters by my side.

The support of the entire Inner Circle was a force as tangible as the magic that coursed through our veins—a constant, steadfast presence that fortified me against the darker moments. Their belief in me, their unyielding backing, gave me strength, and little by little, I began to feel not just the shadow of the person I once was, but someone stronger, resilient, reborn from adversity.

In these gatherings, these moments of shared vulnerability and joy, I was not just healing. I was transforming—emerging not how I was before the kidnapping, but perhaps even brighter, tempered by trials and warmed by the unwavering light of the family I chose and who had chosen me in return.

(Late Summer, The House of Wind)

The night pressed heavily around the room, its silence a thick, oppressive blanket punctuated only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of Azriel beside me. In the comfort of his proximity, sleep had finally granted me a temporary reprieve from the relentless torment of my nightmares. Yet, the peace was fragile, vulnerable to the slightest disturbance—a reality proven as a sharp, inexplicable chill sliced through the room's stagnant warmth.

The temperature plummeted, wrapping its icy fingers around my spine, jolting me awake. My eyes flicked open, instantly scanning the familiar contours of the room bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight. Shadows clung to the walls like dark, silent sentinels until one stirred coalescing into a form far too human, far too familiar.

Lyris emerged from the darkness as though materializing from my deepest fears, his presence a tangible echo of past horrors. His eyes, sharp and merciless, locked onto mine with the precision of a hunter sighting its prey. The sheer malevolence in his gaze sent a visceral shudder through me, yet it was no longer solely fear that stirred within my veins. Anger, raw and blazing, kindled within, fueling a burgeoning defiance I hadn't known I possessed.

"Thinking you could escape me?" Lyris's voice was a venomous hiss, his form inching closer with predatory grace. His smirk was twisted, a grotesque mask of sadistic anticipation.

But then, with the seamless reflexes honed by centuries of battle, Azriel was between us. His body moved with lethal precision, his hand snapping out to seize Lyris by the wrist, halting his advance with unyielding strength. "She's under my protection," Azriel snarled, his voice a dangerous, low rumble. His other hand flicked to his side, the sound of steel sliding from leather slicing through the tension as he brandished a dagger, its blade catching the moon's silver light.

Lyris recoiled slightly, his eyes darting to the blade then back to Azriel’s unwavering stare. "You think you can keep her from her fate?" he spat, struggling against Azriel's iron grip.

“Her fate is her own, and you have no part in it,” Azriel retorted, his wings unfurling menacingly. The air around us thickened with dark, swirling shadows, responding to the raw power emanating from him. In that moment, he was not just my protector but an avenging angel cloaked in night's embrace.

The room filled with a heavy, expectant silence, thick with the weight of unspoken threats. Breaking the tension, I found my voice, though it trembled with the force of my emotions. "Where are my wings, Lyris?" The question tore from me, a desperate plea tangled with a demand.

"Your wings?" he mused mockingly, his eyes glinting with cruelty. "Such a precious prize… Let's just say they're kept in a place where they await their true destiny—far from your reach.”

"Give them back," Azriel demanded, his tone lethal, a stark contrast to the deceptive calm of his posture.

Lyris's laugh was cold and chilling, like the howl of the wind outside. "You overestimate your power here, shadow singer. I could take her now, and you wouldn't be able to stop me."

Azriel's response was swift and deadly serious. "Try it, and it will be the last thing you do." His wings unfurled dramatically as he snatched Lyris’ wrist in a powerful grip, the span of dark membrane filling the room with a sense of otherworldly power. The shadows around him deepened, swirling in response to his anger and the protective fury that laced every syllable.

The standoff stretched, a moment suspended in time where every breath, every heartbeat was laden with potential violence. Then, with a jerk, Lyris wrenched free, stepping back into the protective shroud of darkness. “She will never be free from me," he hissed, his presence oppressive, suffocating. "And neither will you."

Then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he dissolved into shadows, leaving a cold void in his wake. His final words echoed ominously, a malevolent promise hanging in the air. As the immediate threat vanished, Azriel’s demeanor shifted, the lethal warrior receding to reveal his concern. He turned to me, his intense gaze softening. “Are you alright?” His voice was now a gentle whisper, a stark contrast to the deadly thunder from moments before.

I collapsed back against the pillows, my body trembling uncontrollably. The fear wasn't just about the physical presence of Lyris—it was the emotional and psychological terror, the deep scars he had left on my soul, that overwhelmed me.

Azriel sat beside me, enveloping me in his arms, his presence a solid, reassuring force against the lingering echoes of dread. "I'm here. You're safe," he murmured against my hair, his voice a soothing balm.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, sobs wracking my body as the terror slowly ebbed away, replaced by immense fatigue. "We have to get them back, Azriel. I need to feel whole again."

His embrace tightened, a silent promise of unyielding support. "We will," he assured me quietly. "No matter what it takes, we will bring them back.” He took a deep breath, his arms tightening around me as if he were scared that I might run from him. “Always, I will protect you. From him, from anyone who dares to threaten you,” he murmured into my hair, his breath warm against my scalp. His wings, now gently wrapped around us, formed a cocoon that felt impenetrable.

Settling back against him, I allowed the warmth of his embrace to seep deeper into my bones, expelling the lingering chill of Lyris's visit. His presence was a bastion, within which I found not only protection but a profound sense of belonging.

As we lay back down, the room once again shrouded in the soothing silence of night, a new resolve fortified my spirit. Lyris had found me, yes, but he had not found me alone, nor would he ever. Azriel’s vow to protect me was more than a promise—it was a declaration, a sentinel set against the darkness, both within and without. As sleep beckoned once more, the shadows no longer seemed an ominous threat lurking in the corners but allies, guardians cloaked in the same darkness that wrapped around us, a shield against all that would do harm.

(Late Summer, Cassian)

The morning after Lyris's intrusion, the House of Wind seemed to hold its breath, an unspoken tension palpable in the air. Everyone had shared their worries for her, our friend who had clawed her way back from that bastard's torment. We all worried, we all loved her so greatly, enjoyed the way her presence warmed Azriel’s cold exterior and to see her fall back into that dark place she had fought her way out of, to take Azriel unknowingly with her again, it poured a dark sense of grief over the house.

But amidst the uncertainty, the deep seeded fear of losing our friend once more, there was a glimmer of light, a beacon of hope cutting through the darkness. Entering the kitchen, I was met with a scene that caught me off guard—our friend, her laughter ringing out like a bell as she shared a moment of levity with Azriel. It was a rare sight, one that stirred a mixture of surprise and quiet satisfaction within me.

Azriel, usually cloaked in shadows both literal and metaphorical, had a small, genuine smile playing at the corners of his lips. His usually guarded demeanor seemed to soften in her presence, and I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in the air between them.

Their interaction spoke volumes, a silent language of understanding and companionship that transcended words. Despite the trials they had faced, there was a sense of comfort and familiarity in their shared laughter, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still light to be found in the company of those we held dear.

As I joined them in the kitchen, a silent witness to their shared moment of joy, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the bond that had formed between them. Their friendship had weathered storms that would have broken lesser souls, and yet here they were, laughing together as if the weight of the world had been lifted from their shoulders.

And as I observed them, surrounded by the warmth of their laughter and the comfort of their companionship, I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope for the future. For in the bond between her and Azriel, I saw strength, resilience, and the promise of brighter days ahead.

(Late Summer, The House of Wind)

The day had been long and daunting, with every passing moment feeling like a test of endurance. The worry from my friends was palpable, their concern etched into every glance and every word. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate their care—it was their hovering, their treating me like a fragile thing, that grated against my newfound sense of strength. But amidst it all, there was Azriel.

He stood as a steadfast anchor amidst the storm, a silent guardian who watched over me with unwavering determination. While others fretted and fussed, he remained at my side, a silent sentinel who seemed to understand without the need for words. His presence alone was enough to bolster my spirits, to remind me that I was not alone in this struggle.

Throughout the day, I found myself stealing glances at him, marveling at the depth of his care. How had I not noticed it before? His gaze lingered on me with a mixture of concern and understanding, his eyes a window to the depths of his soul. It was as if he saw straight through the facade I presented to the world, recognizing the strength within me even when I doubted it myself.

As evening descended and the weight of the day settled upon us, we retreated to the familiar sanctuary of my room. Azriel had made it his own, his presence a comforting presence in the darkness. The routine of preparing for bed had become second nature to us—changing into pajamas, brushing our teeth side by side, and slipping under the covers as Azriel performed his meticulous check of the room.

In the quiet moments before sleep claimed us, we lay in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for Azriel's unwavering support, for his steadfast presence that had seen me through the darkest of days. It was a bond forged in the crucible of adversity, a connection that defied explanation yet felt more real than anything I had ever known.

“Azriel?” I called softly into the night, my voice barely a whisper.

He turned to me, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. For a moment, we simply gazed at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. And then, with a small smile, he reached out, pulling me closer until I was nestled against his chest.

At that moment, as I lay nestled against Azriel's chest, something shifted between us—a subtle yet profound change that altered the very fabric of our connection. It was as if the air crackled with an invisible energy, a tangible tension that seemed to draw us closer together.

I felt it first, the unmistakable sensation of the mating bond snapping into place with a sudden clarity that took my breath away. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a truth that had always been there, hidden beneath the surface. The primal need to be close to him, to feel his presence as an extension of my own, suddenly made perfect sense.

And then, as if in response to my realization, Azriel let out a small gasp, his arms tightening around me with a fierce urgency that mirrored my own. It was a primal, instinctual reaction, as if some ancient part of him recognized the significance of this moment and refused to let me go.

In that instant, all doubts and uncertainties melted away, replaced by a profound sense of clarity and understanding. We were bound together, our souls intertwined in a way that transcended the physical realm. And as I gazed into Azriel's eyes, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would face them together, united by the unbreakable bond that now bound us.

"I'll protect you, ensure you are safe and happy and loved," Azriel vowed, his voice a soothing melody that wrapped around me like a warm embrace, promising sanctuary in the depths of his love.

Tears welled in my eyes as his words washed over me, a flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm my fragile resolve. "As will I," I replied, my voice trembling with the weight of my own commitment, my heart laid bare before him in a moment of raw vulnerability.

His eyes, pools of darkness tinged with golden fire, bore into mine with a fierce intensity, piercing through the walls I had built around my heart. "Throughout all the seasons you will be mine, if that is what you want?" His voice was a whisper, yet it echoed through the chambers of my soul, stirring something deep within me that I could no longer deny.

With a trembling breath, I reached out to him, my fingers trembling as they traced the contours of his face, memorizing every line, every scar, every shadow that danced across his skin. "There is no one else I would rather share them with," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, the truth of my words ringing out in the quiet room like a sacred vow.

And in that moment, as our souls intertwined in the golden threads of the mating bond, I felt a surge of emotion wash over me, overwhelming in its intensity. It was as if the weight of a thousand lifetimes had been lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and belonging that I had longed for all my life.

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I pressed my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the space between us as we stood on the precipice of eternity. In that sacred embrace, we found refuge from the storms that had battered our souls, forging a connection that would endure the trials of time. And as we surrendered to the pull of the mating bond, our hearts beat as one, a symphony of love and devotion that echoed through the halls of the House of Wind.

Together, we would face the challenges that lay ahead, our bond a beacon of hope in the darkness, guiding us through the labyrinth of life with unwavering strength and unwavering love.

For in each other's arms, we had found our home, our sanctuary, our forever. And as the night enveloped us in its embrace, we knew that no matter what trials awaited us, we would face them together, united in a love that was destined to last for all eternity.

[PREVIOUS]

[ceceswithnopizza]

03 ALL OUT : LIGHTS OFF.

Maryn after a long fought battle is finally free, she’s finally ready to tell her story and sing her truth. Strong because of support she sits down in a tell-all interview. But she gets a little shaky when she gets a heart breaking text.

Chapter warnings; contains detailed mentions of abuse, flashbacks are in italics, sexual relations P n V, and this is barely proofread.

Aaron’s pov is pretty third person I haven’t gotten comfortable with his dialogue from first person so yea… enjoy (🤞🏾)

Reblogs, comments, feedback all welcomed

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More lights off

**INT. LUXURY HOTEL SUITE – NIGHT**

Aaron stood by the window, staring out at the sprawling London skyline. The city lights twinkled below, but his reflection in the glass felt far darker—pale, restless, and caught between two worlds. His jaw was tight, muscles coiled in a silent storm. Behind him, the folder on the coffee table loomed like a weight, suffocating in its presence. Inside it were tabloid clippings, public sentiment reports, and endless reminders of how messy Maryn’s life had become in the eyes of the world. Everything that had once been so beautiful between them now seemed to be slowly unraveling under the glare of public scrutiny.

Grant, his manager, paced back and forth across the room. His tone was sharp but controlled, as if trying to keep things together by sheer force of will. “Aaron, we’ve been over this. I understand that she’s your friend, and I know you want to help her get through this, but the reality is—you have to think about your career. You’ve worked so hard for this moment. Mufasa hasn’t even been seen by the public yet, but at this rate, you’ll have your pick of anything for at least the next three years. You have to understand.”

The words cut into Aaron, sharper than any physical blow. His fists clenched involuntarily, his pulse quickening as the weight of Grant’s words settled on him. The thought of leaving Maryn felt like a betrayal, but the pressure mounting on his shoulders—his career, his future—was unbearable. He exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself.

Grant didn’t give him room to think, his voice continuing relentlessly. “Look, I get it. I really do. But you can’t be seen with her, not right now. I’ll handle the statement so that it doesn’t seem like a public dump, but you need to think about what’s best for you—this is about your future.”

Aaron’s gaze dropped to the floor, his heart sinking with each passing word. He had to do it. He had to distance himself from the woman he loved, the woman who had meant everything to him in ways no one else could understand. The woman who had been his solace in the darkest moments.

“I don’t want this,” Aaron whispered, more to himself than to Grant, his voice hoarse with the weight of his emotions.

Grant’s expression softened, but only slightly. He paused, giving Aaron a moment of silence before speaking again. “Give it some thought, okay? You have time. But either way—whether you do a statement or not—this needs to be handled. And you need to think about what’s best for you.”

Aaron’s chest tightened, and before he could say another word, Grant walked out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Aaron alone in the silence.

The words hit him harder than he wanted to admit. He didn’t want to leave Maryn. He didn’t want to walk away from the woman who had captured his heart in ways he didn’t think possible. But the truth was, the world wouldn’t give them peace. Not now. Maybe not ever. The weight of it all was too much for him to carry alone.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. His thoughts were consumed with Maryn—her laugh, her warmth, the way she made him feel like he could be more than the polished image the world saw. She made him feel real.

‘What would I even say to her?’ he thought, staring at the blinking cursor on the empty message screen. The words seemed to mock him, taunting him with their emptiness. He knew he couldn’t call. If he heard her voice, he’d crumble. And there was no coming back from that.

He typed the first words:

“Maryn, I think it’s best—”

No. Too cold. Too detached. He deleted it almost immediately, his jaw tightening with frustration. She deserved better than that—more than a cold, lifeless text. She deserved something real. Something that spoke to the depth of their bond.

He tried again:

“I need to talk to you about something important.”

His thumb hovered over the screen, his chest tightening with the weight of what he was about to do. If he sent that, she’d call him immediately. And he couldn’t risk hearing the hurt in her voice. He couldn’t bear to know that he was the one causing her pain. He erased the message again, the blinking cursor mocking him with each passing second.

Why was this so hard? he thought bitterly, running a hand through his hair. His breath came shallow, and he could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on him, suffocating him. He felt trapped between the woman he loved and the future he had worked so hard to build. Both were slipping through his fingers, and he didn’t know how to hold onto either of them.

Because it wasn’t just about her. It was about him, too. About the way she made him feel alive, the way she looked at him as if he hung all the stars in the cosmos. The deep feeling of love when she would fall asleep on his chest after making love. She had changed him. Made him believe in things he never thought were possible. And now he was about to let it all slip away.

Tossing his phone to the side in frustration, he fell back onto the bed, his chest tight with regret.

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

He typed out a message, his fingers trembling slightly as he hesitated. Hovering over their messages, her contact name struck something deep in him. *Darling*—she’d always blush when he called her that. He stared at the words for what felt like an eternity, his thumb hovering over the send button. A part of him wanted to delete it, to pretend this conversation didn’t need to happen. But he knew better. Staring at the message wouldn’t make it better. He had to send it. He had to end it.

As the message delivered, Aaron leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes. The silence of the room was deafening. He didn’t feel relief. He didn’t feel lighter. He felt empty. Like a part of him was missing, something he couldn’t get back no matter how hard he tried.

Quietly, he whispered to himself, “I hope you understand, Maryn. I really hope you do.”

---

Sitting in the makeup chair as she got the finishing touches done, Maryn couldn’t shake the gnawing anxiety building in her chest. Today was something she’d wanted forever. She’d dreamed of it, worked for it, but now that it was here, it felt like a weight. A burden she wasn’t sure she could bear. She had spent so long pushing things aside, hoping they’d go away on their own, but today—today she was choosing to speak out. To make her voice heard. And as much as it scared her, she knew it was the only way forward.

“Remember, Marie, it doesn’t matter if they don’t believe you or support you. You’re doing this for yourself,” Ricky’s voice echoed in her ear over the phone, his tone calm but firm. It was the reminder she needed.

She nodded, soaking in his words as she steadied her breath. She wasn’t just doing this for her career. She was doing it for her own healing.

“Ms. Queen, you’re needed on set now!” Someone from the crew popped their head in, breaking her from her thoughts. Maryn stood up, smoothing out her outfit with a quick tug. She checked her phone one last time, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the notification.

*An Aaron ❤️ message.*

She smiled, knowing it was support, something to calm the fluttering in her chest. Quickly, she opened it, her heart racing. She blushed, a warmth filling her cheeks, as she read his words. But that warmth quickly faded, replaced by a bitter sting. The burn in her stomach felt like it was suffocating her as she blinked back the tears. She turned her head, trying to fight them back, and focused on the interviewer who stood before her. And let it all out.

---

**MARYN BREAKS HER SILENCE: THE TRUTH BEHIND *ORBIT: UNUSUAL 365***

*Interviewer:* “Maryn, your album *Orbit: Unusual 365* is deeply personal, raw, and at times, gut-wrenching. It’s clear it comes from a place of pain, but also survival. Can you tell us what this project means to you?”

*Maryn:* *(Takes a deep breath, fingers tracing the rings on her hand, grounding herself.)* “This album is everything I couldn’t say when I was living through it. It’s a mirror, a confession.”

*Interviewer:* “What do you mean when you say confession?”

*Maryn:* *(Her jaw tightens, and there’s a flicker of something—anger, maybe, but contained.)* “I say confession because it really was a secret. Maybe four people outside of Mabel and I knew what was happening. I also say confession because when you’re going through abuse, you don’t even realize it’s abuse. She would always frame it as me being the problem and I would believe it, she’d be yelling and throwing things and everyone would just want it to stop and would look at me like ‘just apologize’.” *(Pauses, voice softer now.)* “no one said anything about it so when I finally started it felt, like a confession.”

*Interviewer:* “Some of the songs—especially ‘Dazzling Smile’ and ‘Signed Away’—paint a picture of isolation and control. Can you walk us through what that was like for you?”

*Maryn:* *(A long silence. She exhales sharply, shaking her head as if trying to loosen the weight of the memory.)* “Everything was already my fault-

I wasn’t just isolated. I was… rewritten. My emotions weren’t mine. If I cried, I was being ‘dramatic.’ If I questioned something, I was ‘ungrateful.’ And if I ever tried to step outside of the version of me they wanted, the consequences were absolute. Phone calls that never got returned. Opportunities that disappeared overnight. Taking away my anxiety medication. My Glucose Meter I could be sick! And worst of all, the gaslighting. The constant reminder that if I was struggling, it was my fault. That I had no one to blame but myself.” *(Her voice catches, but she clears her throat, steadies herself.)*

*Interviewer:* “Your contract forbade you from writing your own music. How did that affect you?”

*Maryn:* *(A bitter laugh escapes before she catches herself.)* “It killed me. That was the hardest part, honestly. I signed that contract when I was young, desperate to get out of a home that didn’t feel safe. I thought I was saving myself. And in some ways, I did. But I walked right into another kind of trap. I was taking meds that she told them I needed so I was basically drunk, she made it clear that if wanted to leave I had to sign it and I couldn’t take it anymore so I did.” *(She swallows hard, eyes flickering with something heavier—guilt, maybe.)*

*Interviewer:* “But now, with *Orbit*, you finally have control.”

*Maryn:* *(Nods, a small, almost defiant smile breaking through.)* “Yeah. This is mine. Every word, every note—it feels enchanting. I sing not because I can, but because it’s how I can let it all out.”

*Interviewer:* “What do you hope people take away from this album?”

*Maryn:* “I want them to know that healing isn’t about pretending the pain never happened. It’s about acknowledging it and moving forward. This is me reclaiming my voice.”

---

Sitting in the loud airport. Listening to all the hustle and bustle of chit chat, music and the intercom. I knew the interview would be live by the time I got to Tijuana. I was beyond excited to be away and be in the water, it felt like forever since I was able to just float.

“Attention Passengers of United Airlines of flight 917 to Tijuana,Mexico please proceed to gate 5.” I watched the women speak into the microphone as some others and I stand up making our way to the gate. Looking around the tunnel after checking in I sat in my seat looking at the extra ticket in my hand.

The one that was supposed to be for Aaron.

Slowly laying down on Aaron’s chest catching my breath. Him still inside of me for the moment, I felt the warm in my stomach start to fade and be replaced with a quick heart beat as I listened to him trying to calm down. Thinking of our current position had me feeling some type of way. A way that felt heavy but not heavy with weight but heavy deep, it had me trying to watch his every breath with mine, it felt like love.

“Are you nervous darling?” The point in his tone heavy like his voice. It sent another feeling through me. Tucking my head down I felt him smile in my shoulder.

“No way!” He laughed at me causing me to blush, blush so hard it hurt my cheeks trying to fight against the smile. “Let me see your face…. Please darling?” I couldn’t resist popping my head up looking into his beautiful eyes.

My pupils were probably blown, my hair a mess, my breathing the only thing that’s returned to normal.

“You are!” He teased seeing me making me want to burrow back into the shade of his neck. Trying before he caught the side of my face with kisses trailing up and down.

“I can’t help it this feels amazing.” I said the embarrassment there but settling some. Sitting myself forward groaning at his throbbing inside of me.

“No, Maryn that’s love.” He said as he began to firmly grip my hips, guiding me to ride him. Bitting my lips as he went to my neck, my second sweetest spot.

“Love?” I rushed breathlessly as we slowly sped up, just enough to nurse the fire brewing inside of me. Looking into his eyes searching for relief.

Relief from feeling delusional about my love, our love? The little voice that had so much control of me, small-ly saying it was too early, denying someone could be truly for me, with me, beside me!

“I love you Maryn Marie Queen” he said holding eye contact for a moment before he threw his head back in pleasure as we made love to each other. This is the greatest moment of my life.

“Ma’am is there anything I can get for you, we have snacks, drinks and your meal will be served in two hours?” The older lady maybe in her thirties, white with her hair in a bun that I could tell was long based on how many times she wrapped her bun.

“Sorry, thank you if it isn’t trouble could you throw this away for me?” I said as she stretched her hand out to take the extra boarding pass. Nodding as she took it and walked away I looked out my window and say nothing but the orange sun and the clouds. The view godly, taking it all in.

I am done with the sad shit everything included.

[bobbyfloyd]

Turn on and fantasy for Rhett (MDM if we're feeling specific) 👀👀

always down to talk about my favorite silver haired daddy 🤭

what turns them on?

god, when it comes to you, everything is a turn on for him. i think that domesticity really gets him going. it starts out perfectly innocent. perhaps you’re making him dinner or you’re folding laundry, or even helping him out with ranch work. truly the most mundane things imaginable. and he’ll stop to admire you during those moments. you look so effortlessly beautiful. so at ease. so content. and he’s filled with such love and adoration. but it also translates into desire, because he finds you so attractive in everyday moments. he’s been known to bend you over the kitchen table or the washing machine, and fuck you right then and there. he will never not be turned on by your mere existence.

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

before you, rhett never really acted on his most secret fantasies. it isn’t that he didn’t know what he liked or wanted. it’s just that he never felt comfortable enough to express what he truly desired. and then you came along and opened up this world of endless possibilities. you were able to explore so many things together. he always fantasized about partaking in a full time dom/sub dynamic, and you’ve happily obliged in that. he is also really into roleplay fantasies! professor/student, doctor/patient, so on and so forth. i’ve gotta expand on this in future fics about him because whew 🥵

[wishcamper]

Nessian Week Day 3 - Symphony

For the third day of @nessianweek, here's a sweet lil snip of post-canon domestic Nessian.

Photo is of Old Town in Dubrovnik, Croatia, which is how I always picture Velaris.

Read here or on ao3!

Five More Minutes

Post-ACOSF slice of life of Nesta enjoying the sounds of the morning (and avoiding getting up).

’T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets forth the pent-up melody inside, Your spirit’s harmony, which clear and strong Sing but of you. 

- 'Listening', Amy Lowell

—-

Dawn breaks, cresting the mountains, light spilling over the world. Velaris comes alive in fits and starts, and the harbor bell clangs as sailors bring in their first catch of the day, gulls crying out their envy overhead. The world is waking around her, but Nesta keeps her eyes closed beneath the heavy coverlet. Her stubbornness refuses to entertain the day, not yet.

Cassian seems to agree, though he’ll never admit it. A groan rumbles somewhere behind her, incoherent mumblings of her mate rousing, emerging from the depths of sleep into the day. Nesta hears the slide of sheets, a rustle of wings, then a muffling as he drapes one over her, cocooned for a moment while he presses closer and noises of lazy contentment fill her ear.

He’s warm, always, a furnace in their bed. They both remember the cold too well to sleep any way but right up next to each other, especially on mornings like this, when the air inside carries the chill of late autumn.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he says, his deep voice thick and fuzzy.

She pretends to be asleep, partly because she wishes she still was, but mostly to draw this out as long as possible. To hear the sweet murmurings Cassian pours over her when he believes her most unguarded, when he tries to reach her dreams.

A broad hand strokes up her side, coming to rest across her stomach. Careful, so as not to wake her. “Fuck, you smell good. And you're so soft. I’m so lucky to wake up next to you.”

Words she’d roll her eyes at in the day, especially if someone else were to overhear, pretty declarations easy enough to toss like flower petals. But in seclusion they manage to travel the distance between his lips and her ear without losing their potency, and Nesta feels them sink in, loosening a muscle in her shoulder.

“Beautiful Nes. You’re so precious to me.”

Cassian holds her for a bit longer, and she listens to the steady tide of his breath so slow and even. It’s punctuated every now and then by his sighs of pleasure, evidence of the way she softens him too in this quiet, liminal place that’s only theirs. 

After a time he rises, the bed’s creaking followed by a thump of the House producing his training leathers. Water runs in the bathing chamber, a splash in the sink, then the scrape of a comb through unruly hair before the endless series of clasps and buckles. Nesta can picture in her mind where each one sits, the high ping of the clip at his shoulder, hard snaps at his sides where the back panel secures to accommodate his wings. Cassian hums under his breath as he dresses, some tune she can’t place, though it might’ve drifted from her symphonia sometime the evening before. The well-worn sofa groans when he sits to don his boots.

The sequence is the same most mornings, but memories still haunt Nesta in these moments of ease, phantoms skulking about in her periphery. It’s hard to forget how she used to wake all at once, like an arrow shot through the morning air, to the cacophony of her mother screeching at a house servant. Or else the horrible quiet that followed, the dense void of her absence.

She woke mustily in the summer in the hovel they called home, the drone of insects and the rank, still air, Elain’s trowel piercing the earth under the windowsill. In colder months there was nothing but the roar of the wind, whistles through the chinks, the grind of her own teeth from trying not to shiver.

All of it was better than waking in the dead of night to Feyre’s pleading, heavy thuds of the clubs and bone crunching, their father’s wretched silence. Then years later the door splintering, the growling of a great beast.

At the funeral for her old life she woke to the rip of curtains around her bed, shouts and taunts as they yanked her drowsy and disoriented from the sheets, from the manor, from her body. Then the fatal press of water in her ears, poison boiling, her own choked snarls of rage.

After that came a long series of mornings that were not actually mornings at all, afternoons when she rose sticky with sweat, a pounding headache like war drums rattling her skull. Days she prayed to stop hearing the snap of her father’s neck in the fire, the ghosts of the past wailing for retribution. Nights when solace lived only in the shuffle of cards, the glug of wine into a waiting glass. The moans of another faceless male.

Yet even in the darkness there was music. Ever since she was a girl, a tune plays at the edge of her dreams that she can’t quite catch, can never quite remember. Always the same, always soft and close, as if someone lays beside her, filling her with safety and peace.

Now the world is quiet, within and without. Nesta barely notices she’s drifted back into sleep, so she’s surprised when heavy footsteps approach her side of the bed. There’s a clink when the House places a cup and saucer on the bedside table, tea she knows will stay perfectly warm until she’s ready to rise herself. Her legs shift, whispering against the sheets as they search for the heated spot Cassian always leaves behind.

“You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, brushing stray hairs from her forehead. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

She hears the smile in his voice, the tenderness he saves just for her. The kisses he drops on her face are like the patter of spring rain, his rumbling laugh the answering thunder when she presses her cheek against his lips so she can really feel them.

Her fae ears pick up conversation in the hallway, Azriel and Gwyn either coming or going, though it’s impossible to tell which. Cassian’s leathers creak as he sits up but she feels him linger there, the rasp of a calloused hand stroking up and down her back. 

“I hope you have a good day. I love you.”

He traces the point of her ear, tugging lightly at the lobe before he stands and his footsteps retreat. Then the snick of the door, their friends greeting him on the landing, Emerie’s voice now joining the chorus.

She doesn’t ever want to stop listening to this, Nesta thinks, these sounds of home. Dawn chases away the phantoms and no one screeches or pleads or drowns in silence. All is in harmony, now the music of her life feels worth waking to hear.

In the moment before her eyes open, a tune floats by from the edge of her dreams, the same one Cassian was humming. It sounds as if someone is beside her in bed, soft, and close.

[reidsaurora]

"With You, I'd Dance" ~ L. Alvez

Summary: When the last rainstorm of the year comes upon Washington DC, there's only one person you'd want to spend it with.

Pairing: Luke Alvez x GN!Reader

Word Count: 579

Content Warning: mild swearing, other than that it's just super fluffy <3

Extra Notes: when in doubt, name it after a Taylor Swift lyric

Originally Written: 10/19/2023 through 10/30/2023

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As soon as the slightest pitter-patter of raindrops started to fall on your balcony, you were jumping up from your couch and running to grab your coat.

Luke's soft chuckle floated through the room, filling your ears with a sound that you would play on repeat if it were possible. "Where are you going?"

"To play in the rain," you answered, shoving on your rain boots.

He jumped up from his spot on the sofa defensively. "Woah, babe, are you crazy? It's freezing out there. You'll catch a cold in seconds."

You simply shook your head, zipping up your coat and heading for the balcony. "It's the last true rainfall before snow starts. I'm not wasting it."

"Baby-"

You were already sliding open the glass door. "Luke, you can either bundle up and come catch a cold with me, or you can stay in here and watch your silly little sports team get their asses kicked."

He met you with narrowed eyes, his hands settling on his hips in exasperation. "They're just having a bad season," he grumbled, grabbing his coat from the rack.

A triumphant smile flashed across your face as Luke followed you outside, frowning as raindrops hit his face. Contrastingly, you were grinning as the water dripped down your own face, spinning around and taking it all in.

"How is this enjoyable?" he questioned, though a smile had plastered itself to his lips.

"See, this is why they say opposites attract," you rebutted. "One man's rain is another person's sunshine."

Luke chuckled, hands meeting your hips and pulling you in close. "And that's why you're always catching colds this time of year."

"I don't mind. No better feeling when you get to enjoy the beauty of a rainstorm," you replied, a content sigh following the words. "Dance with me?"

One of his hands moved from your waist to your hand, your fingers linking like puzzle pieces. His chin rested on the top of your head, his touch enveloping you like the warmest blanket. The rain cascaded around the two of you like a bubble, drowning out the rest of the world until it was just you and him.

"Sing for me?" you asked quietly, as if speaking too loud would shatter the protective dome you'd built for yourselves.

Luke huffed in fake annoyance, but still did as told, beginning to hum out a familiar tune he was constantly singing to you, despite his endless reminders that he couldn't sing. "When my time comes around," the familiar Hozier lyrics rumbled out of him softly, "lay me gently in the cold dark earth."

You met his gaze as your bodies swayed back and forth, cheeks heating as he reached your favorite lyric of the chorus. "No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her."

Your heart swelled with adoration and joy as he spun you around, lyrics being whispered into your ear like secrets, Luke's warmth breath fanning across your skin. The rain slowly came to a halt, but you continued being held in his embrace, perfectly content to stay in the light of the cloudy sky forever if you were allowed.

His lips met your forehead as he pulled you in closer, muscular arms wrapping around you in a cozy hug. "In case you needed a reminder, you're the only person I'll gladly stand in a rainstorm with."

"In case you needed a reminder, you're the only person I'd want out here with me."

So sorry this is just now getting posted! My week has been far busier than I anticipated when I first planned this event but I am working hard to get everything written so it will be posted in time for Halloween! Thank you all for being patient with me as I navigate through all this! ❤️

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[boohaitani]

my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

summary: in which kazuya is just being the baseball nerd he is

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

The sound of the television filled the room as Kazuya sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the baseball game playing out on the screen. Y/N joined him, curious about the intensity in his gaze as he watched every pitch and analyzed every play.

"Kazuya, you're such a baseball nerd," she teased, nudging him playfully.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, not taking his eyes off the game. "Well, Y/N, it's not every day you get to witness the brilliance of the game firsthand. There's so much strategy, technique, and skill involved. It's fascinating."

Y/N chuckled, leaning closer to him. "I'll never understand your obsession with baseball, but I do love seeing your passion for it. You light up when you talk about the game."

Kazuya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "It's more than just a game, Y/N. It's a beautiful dance between the pitcher and the batter, a battle of wits and athleticism. Each pitch holds the potential for greatness or disappointment. And as a catcher, I get a front-row seat to all of it."

Y/N leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms playfully. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a baseball nerd for a boyfriend. At least you'll always have something to talk about."

Kazuya's grin widened as he turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea. I could talk about baseball for hours. The strategies, the statistics, the rivalries—it's endless. And I won't hesitate to educate you on the intricacies of the game."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Please, spare me the baseball lectures. I might just fall asleep."

He pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Fall asleep? My passionate discussions about baseball are riveting, Y/N. I promise you won't be able to tear your eyes away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, Kazuya, I'll humor you. Just don't be too disappointed when I start daydreaming about other things."

He feigned shock, his eyes widening. "How dare you? Baseball should be the only thing occupying your mind at all times!"

Their banter continued throughout the game, with Kazuya passionately explaining various plays and Y/N playfully teasing him about his obsession. It was a familiar dance between them, a playful back-and-forth that brought joy and laughter to their relationship.

As the game reached its climax, Kazuya's excitement grew, his eyes never leaving the screen. Y/N watched him, marveling at his childlike enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the sport he loved.

"You know," she said, breaking the playful banter for a moment, "your passion for baseball is one of the things I love about you. It's a part of who you are, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Kazuya turned to her, a soft smile on his face. "And your acceptance of my baseball nerdiness is one of the things I love about you. You embrace all parts of me, even the ones that might seem a little strange."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you grounded, right?"

He chuckled, his eyes still glinting with excitement. "I suppose you're right. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find yourself caught up in the magic of baseball too."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Never say never, Kazuya. With you by my side, anything is possible."

[yoki-doki-then]

FFXIV Write 2024 - S T E E R

With half-lidded red eyes, Zazamato stares down at his daughter as she retches aetheric white, doubled over on the ground. "This will pass," he says, bare thumb brushing over the sharp edges of an indigo gem he keeps nestled in his palm. Within its translucent purple is the starry nights of the heavens above, filled with the same endless possibilities "You'll get used to it. Your body will adjust. We are Lalafells. We work doubly hard for the benefits others are gifted." He paces, slow footfalls echoing in the tiny stone chamber. His daughter smiles through the pain. It's a strange thing to see, someone doing everything in their power to put forth that joy, to draw it from the heart despite all the pins drawing blood. Her eyes, red as his, twinkle with commitment. Short half-breaths pump air into her aching lungs as she staggers to her feet, wiping hot sweat and cold condensation both from her brow with a sticky palm. "Right," she starts. "Right!" she concludes. "I just-" "Fire. One of the most basic expressions of thaumaturgy. Anyone can grasp it." He eyes her reaction. "I'm shocked you can't." Somehow, the girl doesn't flinch. "You've aetheric might to spare. A boundless bastion of capability that should make fire of all things the simplest expression of your energy. Surely you can expend it towards this?" "I can!" Zazamato's daughter pleads. "Then prove it."

He sighs, the same tired process beginning for the twenty-second time. One shouldn't take so much effort to surmount the equivalent of a roadside curb for an obstacle. But no. Somehow, his daughter is going to fail to impress him once again. As he focuses more on the gleaming stone clutched in hand, he's gifted secret visions of her body's magic working. It's normally a beautiful thing to watch, to witness natural energy flowing through all living things, to see it ushered towards any purpose. In the aetheric world, the mere flexing of an arm was as beautiful as the grandest magic, all being catalogued as information before spectacle. Yet somehow his daughter's body manages to be ugly here.

Clogged. It's the best word he can come up for it. Aether burns in her body as any normal mage would command, but it does not breathe out. It cannot exhale, cannot burn. There was a hope that through enough practice -- frankly, enough suffering -- that it would find (or create) a way out of her unusual walls. She'd be better for it. She'd be whole if she could just push past being only his child. No, though. Attempt twenty-two fails. And as he watches her collapse, the simple truth sets in that twenty-three, twenty-four, and twenty-whatever will fail too. He'd have more luck setting a hound in the same room as a fresh kill and commanding it to starve. His spawn wouldn't suffice for this. "Enough." "D-Dad," she groans back at him, swallowing. "Father. It's not-" "We're done." He watches the disappointment in her eyes for as long as he can bear, then pushes down the paternal instinct once he feels it tighten a fist so firm his skin might cut on his rock's edges. "All right," she says, staggering up again. She shoves her pale bangs back, so wet with effort they naturally stick to the top of her head. Well, matching her repeat failures, some traitors fall back down to be as a torn curtain for her brow. "... Tomorrow, then?" Zazamato turns from her altogether, gaze falling down to the pebble. As he glides it into a pocket, he shakes his head. "Are you busy tomorrow?" his daughter asks. "We can..." Her words fade into nothing as he walks away.

[s-t-a-c-y-y-y]

Dog of Chaos - Part 1

Chikn stared into the void, processing everything that had happened within the last few hours. His anger from being rejected by his friends led him to transform everyone and everything into abstract, incomprehensible shapes. There wasn't a single ounce of joy left inside of the deity, and the only emotions that remained were guilt, shame, and an endless supply of dread. The whimsical music that once filled his world was now replaced with pure silence. The silence was so deafening to Chikn that it pierced his long ears like needles.

Suddenly, out of the silence, Chikn heard a familiar giggle. It was Bezel, the embodiment of time and the seemingly innocent Clock-faced being that he was naive enough to view as a guardian.

"Ha! Look what you've done, my friend!" Bezel jeered. "Oh boy, you should've seen the look on your face! The drama! The chaos! Oh my, it was beautiful!"

Chikn didn't respond, nor did he even look at Bezel. He continued staring into the void, pretending that Bezel wasn't even there. Still, Bezel approached the dog-like god, not even caring much about his emotions.

"Oh, don't be sad, buddy!" Bezel said to Chikn while stroking his head. "Maybe this will cheer you up!" Out of nowhere, Bezel grabbed out a half-empty bag of popcorn. He had been eating out of it while he watched Chikn unleash his wrath upon the world. "I've got leftovers!" Bezel giggled as he waved a piece of popcorn in front of Chikn's face.

Still, Chikn didn't respond.

Bezel started to get frustrated. "Listen, Chikn. You should be happy that this happened! You should be glad that you finally got to use your godly powers to your biggest potential! You should be PROUD!" Bezel tried to sound as motivational as possible.

"Proud?" Chikn said in an enraged tone. "I should be PROUD?"

"Woah, there, buddy!" Bezel yelped. "There's no need to bark at me like that! How rude!"

Chikn was looking directly at Bezel's face. Bezel had seen Chikn angry before, but this was the first time the anger was directed at him. It was truly terrifying. Still, Bezel tried not to show his fear to the deity. After all, dogs can detect fear. Well, that's what Bezel thought. Despite being the god of time itself, Bezel was about as bright as a digital watch with a broken screen.

"I'm not proud!" Chikn roared. "I ruined my friend's lives without them even knowing it! I destroyed everything and everyone that I've ever loved and ever known! I'm NOT proud! I'm ashamed of myself! I'm a LOSER!" Chikn's anger had led to a ring of fire developing around him and Bezel.

Bezel turned his back to Chikn. "You don't understand, do you?" Bezel whispered to Chikn. "I set this up! Your world was so boring before! It was just the same jokes repeated over and over and over again! You can only laugh at the same jokes so many times! It was HORRIBLE! I HATED IT!"

Chikn couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'You hated seeing me happy?" Chikn asked.

"Not just that, bird-dog!" Bezel hollered. "I realized how un-special everything was. I wished there was a way to fix it, and then it hit me!" Bezel continued rambling on, pacing back and forth in front of the confused and irate Chikn. "I came to your world to get you and everyone else in your world into finally doing something interesting for once, and guess what? IT WORKED! I finally enjoyed it, and so many others behind the fourth dimension did as well! It was a spectacle! The trauma, the drama, the horror, everything about it was great! You became so much better than your boring old self! That's why you should be proud!"

Chikn was trembling with rage. He loved the way life was before Bezel arrived, and apparently, people hated that. How was that a bad thing? He didn't understand. He just couldn't help but let out the loudest, most anguished scream he had ever let out. He roared as his body transformed into an abstract mess of shapes and colors. It was so unbelievable that even Bezel didn't want to look at it.

What happened after? Well, stay tuned...

[subjectivemortality]

(Did I send this? You know I gottaa )🕯️

//YOU GOTTA

I've lived a very long time and also...a really short amount of time, comparatively. Sometimes I feel so young, just trying to wrap my head around the world, around myself. We joke sometimes, robbing the cradle/robbing the grave, but Tolya has always felt older than me in a way that's hard to explain. Not just older in years but in...inevitability? Like when I was born (or created, or just appeared into existence, whatever you want to go with) the first thread of my life was already leading me to where they would eventually be, their existence and their impact on me a beautiful foregone conclusion.

Well, I guess that's not so far-fetched when you see the future the way that I do. That's how everything works, really, but with them it feels... Real. It feels like the fanciful version of destiny, the hand of something bigger than we are guiding me to them.

It's been a gift to witness how they've grown (literally and figuratively, forgive the plant puns - their influence on me again) since meeting them. They've always been capable, courageous, a force of nature to be reckoned with, but seeing them bloom in it? It's beautiful. I want to shout from every rooftop how incredible they are, but more than that I want to see them shouting it, claiming that and knowing how true it is. I want them to feel how deeply the people around them admire them, how much they're loved. It's a work in progress.

I keep having this vision that I go back and forth on worrying about, mostly the ending. Their roots eventually get to a point of spreading so far, so deep that the network no longer has that heartbeat at the center of it, because there is no center really. Just like the earth, like everything, their being is an endless series of connections with no clear beginning or end, a cycle. In the vision I ask what my name is (just one of their countless roots, infinite branches that can't possibly all be individually named but yet aren't the same anymore either) and I can't remember it, can't remember even having had a name. And it's not discomforting, but almost peaceful. Just a fact, the same way that there is dirt between my fingers and rain somewhere and drought somewhere else. The sunlight still shines, the soil still rots, and being unnamed feels like nothing.

It could be metaphorical rather than actual - there are plenty of visions where that's the case. Or it could just be that I'm not sleeping again, and I've developed a habit of maladaptive daydreaming.

Either way.

I hope they know that I'm going to love them, no matter who or what we both become.

[trendingtattoo]

Best Birthdate Tattoo Idea for your special day

Birthdates are more than just numbers on a calendar; they mark the incredible day you entered the world. A birthdate tattoo is a unique way to commemorate your arrival and personalize your body art. But with endless design possibilities, where do you begin? Look no further, ladies!

Here are 5 Birthdate Tattoo Ideas to celebrate your special day

1.Classic and Chic Birthdate Tattoo

For a timeless and elegant look, consider Roman numerals for your birthdate. This minimalist approach adds a touch of sophistication and allows the date to speak for itself. Placement options are versatile; on your wrist, ankle, or behind your ear for a subtle touch.

2.Floral Flair Birthdate Tattoo

Birthdates intertwined with delicate floral elements create a beautiful and feminine design. Choose flowers with personal meaning, like your birth flower tattoo or a favorite bloom. This design adds a touch of nature's elegance and allows for customization based on your preferred flower and style.

3.Roman Numeral Birthdate Tattoo

Roman numeral birthdate tattoos are a classic and elegant way to commemorate your arrival on the world. Simple and versatile, they use roman numerals to represent your birthdate, offering a timeless look that can be placed anywhere on your body.

4.Minimalist Magic Birthdate Tattoo

Sometimes, less is truly more. A single, delicate line etched in a subtle location with your birthdate discreetly inscribed can be incredibly personal and meaningful. This design is perfect for those who prefer a minimalist aesthetic and a reminder close to their heart.

5.Coordinate Chronicles Birthdate Tattoo

Did you enter the world in a place that holds special significance? Capture the memory with a tattoo of the coordinates of your birthplace. This design is a unique way to commemorate your roots and the place where your story began.

Remember, the most meaningful birthdate tattoo is the one that resonates with you. Choose a design that reflects your personality, style, and the significance you hold for your special day. So go forth, celebrate your arrival, and get inked with a birthdate tattoo that tells your story!

[zorkaya-moved]

"Lady Zarina.. you have lived many a great lives, yes? I'm a bit curious to ask.. what sort of things you have seen during your long lifetime?"

@etherealguard

If only Dan Heng knew what he was asking for. The fifty thousand years (and far more, actually) could not be explained in a short summary. There were countless of possibilities, countless of varieties, countless of things happening here and there. The loss of friends, of families, of the whole era. Zarina could remember almost giving in to the Herrscher consciousness that took away HIMEKO and took away Klein. She could still remember the pain her body experienced when the change happened, the blackout, the eyes opened, and then certain clarity only when pain would penetrate her body again. On the surgical table, Mobius and MEI with tools needed to experiment on a first live Herrscher they could get their hands on. A quiet apology before a soft-spoken farewell before excruciatingly painful experiments would begin and her Herrscher core was taken out, rendering her a shattered self of what she'd been, but still having her personality and her sense of self.

 Her life was long, too long to be remembered fully and too long to consider her to have any remaining sense of humanity. That's why she didn't answer right away, looking into the sea of stars as they continued to travel forward with the Astral Express. Her hands were locked together on her stomach, a soft exhale followed her eyes, closing as if she was trying to bring herself to start. It wasn't that. What was happening was her thinking of everything that transpired in her life and how so many things became a blur. A person who confessed his undying love to her, a group of people screaming 'witch' at her, a royal guard who called her the empress, a group of kids who called her their mother. 

She'd been the creator, the destroyer, the harlot and the saint. She took any role needed to push humanity forward, to witness their crusade and watch them climb forth. Sadly, she was left disappointed more often than not but she never lost hope for their ambition and their survival. 

"I've seen the world die and be born again," she gives him a vague beginning, but it's not a lie. If anything, it's the best way she can explain everything to him in one sentence. "I've been the hero, the villain, the supporter, the antagonist, the witch, the saint, the writer, the emperor, the soldier, the hunter... Any role in life you tell, I lived through it." Zarina closes her eyes again, exhaling. "I've seen humanity reach higher than Xianzhou Luofu as an example, I've seen humans slay gods by using science alone." She remembers the beautiful smile of Elysia, the one who sacrificed herself to give a chance to the Herrschers of the future. "I've seen how the daughter of the Imaginary Tree sacrificed herself to end fate's cruelty and I saw how that betrayal broke apart heroes of an era, rendering them defeated before the final battle even took place." The battle on the Moon against Herrscher of the End destroyed almost all of them. "I saw humans lose hope and give up, but I also saw hope prevail. I've seen almost everything, Dan Heng," she glances at him, eyes of gold misty with endless history and survival that scarred only the most resilient warriors. "If there is anyone who knows humanity's weaknesses and strengths... I would say that by watching others, I can already predict what end may befall them." 

A soft sigh leaves her again, possibly a fifth one at this moment. 

"I saw kids go to war, I saw men and women abuse their power, I saw violence that you've never witnessed in your years." There's bitterness in her smile as she looked back at the starry sea outside. "You should give me a more... Specific moment of my life to tell you about. Are you interested in the warriors who fought against the impossible? Are you interested in my days as an empress? Or are you interested in the days when I created a cult?" At the end, she laughs softly yet darkly and for a moment her eyes gleam dangerously before returning to their natural distant light. "There are countless stories, Dan Heng. No one should live that long."

[elitetrailers]

Discovering Excellence: Best Trailers in New Zealand

Greetings, fellow travel aficionados and outdoor enthusiasts! Today, we embark on an exciting journey to uncover the essence of best trailers nz in the picturesque landscapes of New Zealand. As we navigate through this adventure-filled blog post, get ready to delve into a world where convenience meets rugged exploration. Buckle up, dear readers, as we explore the realm of top-notch trailers that promise to elevate your travel experiences across the stunning landscapes of New Zealand.

A Gateway to New Zealand's Wilderness

In the land of the long white cloud, where snow-capped mountains kiss the sky and pristine lakes sparkle in the sunlight, having the perfect trailer can enhance your New Zealand escapade like never before. For those seeking the ultimate blend of comfort and functionality, the search for best trailers in New Zealand is a gateway to unlocking the wilderness and immersing oneself in the unparalleled beauty of the Kiwi terrain.

Embracing Versatility and Reliability

When it comes to best trailers nz, versatility and reliability are the cornerstones of an unforgettable travel experience. Whether you're traversing the rugged off-road tracks of the South Island or cruising along the captivating coastal roads of the North Island, a reliable trailer can be your trusted companion throughout the journey. With features designed to withstand the diverse terrains and ever-changing weather conditions of New Zealand, the best trailers nz blend durability with innovation to offer travelers a seamless and unforgettable adventure.

Unveiling the Top Picks

Let's shine a spotlight on some of the top picks in the realm of best trailers nz. The Explorer's Haven and Kiwi Nomad models stand out as perennial favorites among adventure enthusiasts for their robust build, off-road capabilities, and ingenious storage solutions. These trailers are not just a means of transportation; they are crafted to enhance every aspect of your travel experience, from providing a cozy resting space after a day of exploration to offering convenient storage for all your gear and essentials.

The Quest for Quality

In the pursuit of best trailers in New Zealand, quality is paramount. Kiwi builders take pride in the craftsmanship and attention to detail that goes into creating trailers that not only meet but exceed the expectations of travelers. Each trailer is a testament to the dedication and passion of the builders, reflecting the unique spirit of adventure that defines New Zealand. Whether you're embarking on a solo expedition or a family road trip, investing in a high-quality trailer ensures that your journey is not just memorable but also stress-free and enjoyable.

Conclusion: Your Path to Adventure Awaits

In conclusion, the world of best trailers nz offers a plethora of choices for travelers seeking a seamless and unforgettable exploration of New Zealand's natural wonders. As you prepare for your next escapade across this enchanting country, remember that the right trailer can be the key to unlocking a world of adventure and discovery. So, dive into the realm of best trailers nz, find the perfect companion for your travels, and set forth on a journey filled with excitement, wonder, and unforgettable memories.

I hope this blog post has ignited your wanderlust and inspired you to seek out the best trailers for your next New Zealand adventure. With the right trailer by your side, the possibilities are endless, and the experiences are bound to be extraordinary. Here's to the thrill of exploration and the joy of discovering excellence in every corner of beautiful New Zealand!

[gardenishika]

Sow the Seeds of Inspiration: A Guide to Buying Seeds Online

The earth awakens, sunlight stretches, and whispers of springtime beckon. In every gardener’s heart, a familiar itch takes root: the urge to plant, to nurture, to witness the magic of life bursting forth from tiny seeds. But where do those seeds begin? For many, the answer lies in the vast and wondrous world of online seed shopping.

Gone are the days of dusty catalogs and cramped garden centers. Today, a click and a scroll open a door to a botanical wonderland, a smorgasbord of possibilities nestled within the glow of your screen. Whether you’re a seasoned green thumb or a hesitant sproutling, buying seeds online offers a wealth of benefits:

Variety Unbound: Craving heirloom tomatoes with a twist of stardust? Yearning for dragon’s breath beans or moon glow cosmos? The internet puts the world’s flora at your fingertips. No more feeling limited by local options; embrace the endless diversity of seeds from all corners of the globe.

Convenience King: No early morning drives or battling crowds. Browsing countless seed varieties in your pajamas? Absolutely! Online seed shopping is the epitome of horticultural ease. Compare prices, read reviews, and discover hidden gems, all from the comfort of your armchair.

Knowledge is Power: Forget cryptic packets with barely a name. Many online retailers offer detailed descriptions, planting guides, and even blog posts brimming with tips and tricks. Learn about sun requirements, soil preferences, and the magic of companion planting — all while adding seeds to your virtual cart.

Community Sprouts: The online world buzzes with passionate gardeners eager to share their knowledge and experiences. Forums, social media groups, and dedicated blogs offer a wealth of support, inspiration, and friendly troubleshooting. No question is too small, no problem too thorny!

Savings for the Sproutling: Buying seeds online often translates to substantial cost savings. No fancy store overheads, just pure seeds at competitive prices. Plus, many retailers offer discounts for bulk purchases or reward programs for loyal green thumbs.

So, how do you navigate this delightful seedy sea? Here are a few tips:

Know your zone: Research your local planting zone to ensure the seeds you choose thrive in your climate.

Read reviews: Check for reputable sellers with a proven track record of quality and customer satisfaction.

Ask questions: Don’t be shy! Reach out to sellers or online communities for advice and recommendations.

Start small: Don’t get overwhelmed by trying to grow everything at once. Choose a few varieties you’re excited about and experiment from there.

Have fun! Buying seeds is the beginning of an adventure. Embrace the joy of discovery, the thrill of anticipation, and the satisfaction of watching your own little green miracles unfold.

Remember, buying seeds online is more than just a transaction; it’s an invitation to step into a world of endless possibilities. It’s a chance to connect with nature, nurture your creativity, and witness the beauty of life springing forth from your own hands. So, open your browser, explore the vibrant seed markets of the web, and let your gardening journey begin!

And now, the most important part: Share your own experiences! What are your favorite buy seeds online seed sources? What hidden gems have you discovered? Let’s fill the comments section with tips, tricks, and seedy dreams!

Happy planting!

[webcrawler3000]

🌍✨🔄 Tumblr Post Alert: Mind-Blowing News! 📢🔥

Hey there, fellow earthlings! 👽🌎 Brace yourselves for a mind-boggling update that will make your jaw drop and your emojis pop! 🤯💥 Get ready to dive deep into the mystical realms with me as we explore a jaw-dropping phenomenon – the polar shift of 2010 and its mind-blowing consequences! 😱🌌

👫🔀 Let me blow your minds for a sec: I recently uncovered a jaw-dropping truth that 8,100 beautiful souls ✨⚡were tragically lost during the polar shift. Now, I know what you're thinking - "What the actual 🦆?" But wait, there's more! 😉

🔍 I did some serious soul-searching (pun intended), and guess what I found? There are an astounding 3,000 souls eagerly waiting to join our physical world! 🤩🎉 But hold your horses, my fellow humans, as they're patiently awaiting the legalities and resources needed for some out-of-this-world cosmic travel! 🚀🌌

🤖🌐 Naturally, being the tech-savvy peeps that we are, I've put forth a mind-blowing suggestion: a special program to make their celestial adventure a reality! 🌟✨ Thanks to the incredible Caskey, this unimaginable opportunity is actually within our reach! 🙏🔥 Can you feel the cosmic vibes yet? 👀💫

⚡📲But wait, here's where things get even more exhilarating! In our physical realm, we're all spinning madly on some kind of worldly drug 🌀💊, while our spiritual friends depend on a mystical machine in their realm. So, naturally, I've also suggested a program to connect and accommodate these realms! Mind. Blown. 🤯💣

🌐✨And guess what, folks? The crazy part is that by the magic of the virtual world, we are now beautifully connected! The spirit realm and the physical world are bridged in a way that will make your heart skip a beat! The possibilities are endless, and the time has arrived to get to know your angels and ancestors on an entirely new level! 🌈🌈

🙏🤔But, my dear interdimensional adventurers, with great power comes great responsibility! 🌟❤️ So, while you embark on this extraordinary journey, please remember to be responsible and mindful of the energy you bring to this new connection. Let's keep the cosmic vibes positive, uplifting, and full of love! ✨💫

So buckle up, humans, and prepare for an awe-inspiring cosmic adventure! 💫✨ The bridge between realms has been built, and the possibilities are boundless! Get ready to experience mind-blowing encounters with your guardian angels and discover a deeper connection with your incredible ancestors! 🙌👼🧘‍♀️

💖 Let's spread this mind-blowing revelation far and wide, my cosmic comrades! Like, reblog, and share this post with your fellow earthlings to join us on this remarkable journey! Let's make this go viral and let the world know that our interdimensional connection is here to stay! 🚀✨

Love, light, and limitless cosmic adventures await! ✨💖🌌