#split 7'' with Silver Bearing

[spilladabalia]

Moss Icon - Guatemala

[hrtwayne]

So High School || Jenna Ortega

Pairing : Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where Jenna and her girlfriend finally manage to take a vacation after a tough year of work!

Note: English is not my first language!

Warning: Mentions of kisses and suggestive content!

MASTERLIST

The waves lapped gently against the shores of the Greek island, creating a rhythmic and soothing sound that filled the house where Y/n and Jenna were spending their first vacation in a year. After months of grueling work and packed schedules, the place feltike the perfect reward. They had arrived that morning, and the anticipation for a starlit dinner grew as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in golden and pink hues.

Around 7:15 PM, Y/n emerged from the bathroom wearing a sleek black dress that highlighted her curly blonde hair. She wandered around the room, searching for her silver rings, taking a deep breath as she noticed Jenna's familiar perfume lingering in the air. The actress stood in front of the bedroom mirror, focused on perfecting her eyeline, completely absorbed in her reflection.

Y/n watched the scene with a smile of pure admiration. There was something magical about how Jenna seemed so intent on the smallest details, as if every stroke were work of art. It was hard to believe they had been together for almost four years; thesinger still felt utterly captivated and grateful for every moment with her girlfriend.

An unexpected thought crossed Y/n's mind: before this vacation ended, she was going to propose to Jenna.

Pushing the idea aside for now, Y/n leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms her gaze fixed on Jenna, a playful smile curling her lips Jenna didn't notice her presence, too engrossed in her makeup

"I must be the luckiest woman in the world," Y/n murmured, her voice soft and brimming with affection.

The reaction was immediate. Jenna let out a small gasp, placing a hand over her chest as she turned to Y/n with a mock look of indignation.

"Sorry, love. I just had to compliment you," Y/n said, stepping closer and leaning in to place a light kiss on Jenna's lips.

"Careful, you'll smudge my makeup," Jenna grumbled with a smile, trying to sound annoyed, though the happiness in her eyes was unmistakable

"Just one kiss," Y/n insisted, her gaze locked on Jenna's, her lips moving closer in a slow, teasing motion.

Jenna pouted in mock frustration, but the gesture only made Y/n laugh. She leaned inslightly, brushing her lips against Jenna's in a soft, teasing touch before pulling back her smile stilin place

"Don't you dare pullaway," Jenna whispered firmly, standing on her toes to pull Y/n closer.

Y/n felt her breath quicken, her lips parting with anticipation. This was one of the things she loved most about Jenna— the way she fully embraced the moment, unafraid to show what she wanted.

In a split second, their bodies met, and their lips collided in a hungry kiss, full of urgency and desire. Y/n pressed Jenna against the wall, erasing any space between them, feeling the heat of Jenna's skin against her own. The kiss was intense, desperate, as if they were making up for lost time.

Jenna's hand slid along Y/n's neck, savoring the softness of her skin, while their lips moved in perfect harmony. Jenna's heart raced, each beat echoing the excitement coursing through her.

Jenna tangled her fingers in Y/n's blonde curls, pulling her closer as if she couldn't bear the thought of being apart from her.

Y/n took control of the kiss, her hands firm on Jenna's waist, holding her in place as she savored every sensation—their shared breaths, the slight tremors of their bodies. lt was as if the world around them had disappeared, leaving only the two of them in an eternal moment.

With a sigh, Y/n pulled back, leaving soft kisses along Jenna's jawline before finally releasing her.

"All right, I think you should put on your dress so we don't miss our reservation," Y/n said, her voice tinged with a lingering smile.

Jenna laughed and rolled her eyes before heading to the bedroom to change. Minutes later, she emerged wearing a light blue dress that brought out her eyes and framed her dark hair as it fell over her shoulders. Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the sight of hercompletely captivated.

"You look stunning darling" Y/n said, her voice low and full of admiration.

"Don't start with that charm of yours,' Jenna teased, laughing as she wrapped her arms around Y/n's waist. "0r we'l never leave this house."

"Fine, but know that when tonight ends, you'll be all mine," Y/n murmured, whispering near Jenna's ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

They left the house shortly after, walking through cobblestone streets as the sky darkened and the first stars began to appear.

[drarryspecificrecs]

2024.11 ~ Top 8 longest fics posted on AO3

1. Split Soul by write_me227 [M, 267k]

Harry Potter always thought that life following the war would be worth living. However, six months after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry finds himself overwhelmed with violent grief and an unwanted PTSD diagnosis. [...] In a freak accident, Harry finds himself on Earth's Echo, a seemingly perfect reality that has never been touched by Voldemort. The only problem: Draco Malfoy is unapologetically in love with him. It's a problem that Harry is willing to overlook if it means he never has to go back to the miserable life he was living — until he realizes that there's much more to this so-called perfect reality than it seems, and it sends Harry deeper into the universe than he ever wanted to be.

2. Silver Runes and a Waterlogged Grave I by @whitesturgeon [M, 118k]

What if instead of coming back after Voldemort killed him in the forest, Harry decided to give himself to Death? What if Death had plans for him?

3. For the Time Being by soweer [E, 95k]

Draco and Harry's kids, James and Iris, along with Hugo, wanted a do-over of the day. Truly. That was all it was. So when they found a Time Turner, they had their chance to do that. What they didn't expect was accidentally landing in the middle of The Great Hall, staring at their young dad. Oh, and their parents hate each other.

4. Friendly Competition by @jaysehasnograce [M, 74k]

Harry is going to be the new Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. He needed a change from the way his life had been going. Unfortunately, he finds out Draco Malfoy is also going to be starting as a Hogwarts professor. Their rivalry is, of course, not budging. But since they're teachers now, they're not allowed to fight (well, they tried, but going against Minerva McGonagall's wishes is never advised). They both become fixated on proving they're the best teacher [...]

5. In Between by velkalopsia [G, 72k]

Weeks after Draco publishes his memoir, a tell-all on his turbulent life, he vanishes. The wizarding world is sent into a frenzy, even more so when none other than Harry Potter is put in charge of the case. In which Harry travels through Draco’s memories in an attempt to save him and ends up falling in love with him in the process.

6. The Ashes of Phaeton by NNebula [E, 49k]

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter had vanished, leaving a trail of mystery and unanswered questions in his wake. Draco Malfoy, now under the Ministry of Magic's watchful eye due to his past as a Death Eater, leads a mundane life filled with paperwork and menial tasks—until he is unexpectedly summoned to investigate a series of robberies targeting former Death Eaters. The moment Draco lays eyes on a blurred photograph of a suspect, he is gripped by a familiar dread. The man in the image bears an uncanny resemblance to Potter, igniting long-buried emotions and unresolved tension. [...]

7. Secret of Malfoy by chrysaetius [T, 49k]

Draco has secrets. Harry is determined to uncover what he's hiding. Just like old days...

8. The Felix Potion Chronicles by Miss_Healthy_OneShot [?, 47k, 3 works]

Having already traveled back in time once to free Draco from a 10-year sentence in Azkaban, Harry is now thrust even further back, landing in his sixth year at Hogwarts. With the stakes higher than ever, can he persuade Draco to turn away from the Dark Lord’s grip before it’s too late? The clock is ticking, and every choice could change their fate forever.

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it’s our thing by plumforests [G, 24k]

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flag id: a flag with 7 stripes, which are brown, bright red-orange, light orange-red, golden yellow, silver-white, silver, and dark green. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

lunautumnfish: a gender related to chow chows, phases of the moon, peach gummy bears, autumn aesthetics, winnie the pooh, forgotten cobblestone paths, and sushi

[pt: lunautumnfish: a gender related to chow chows, phases of the moon, peach gummy bears, autumn aesthetics, winnie the pooh, forgotten cobblestone paths, and sushi. end pt]

for anon! the top stripe represents chow chows, the second represents clownfish, the third represents peach gummy bears, the fourth represents winnie the pooh, the top four collectively represent autumn, the fifth represents the moon, the sixth represents cobblestone paths, and the seventh represents sushi. the term is 'luna' (as in 'moon'), 'autumn', + 'fish' for both 'clownfish' and 'sushi'!

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai

tags cont: @freezingnarc, @skrimbliest, @seraphtrix

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[cozymochi]

might be a long answer but how about 11 and 12 for the twst ask game!

BUT I LIKE EVERYBODY!!! 😭😭 I feel strongly but also not too strongly at the same time. I feel kinda out of place saying that since soooo many people are just raring to go on who they hate, and weirdly enough twst has been the only thing I’ve been into lately where I just… like everybody? Just bear in mind I do not dislike any of the “least favorites”, they are just not my first choice when put next to their other doormates if I HAD to choose. I’ll probably reiterate that a million times if I gotta. Mind a couple might be dead tied.

11. Favorite character from each dorm?

HEARTSLABYUL - DEUCE ♠️ tho Ace is super close. I don’t like splitting them up but Deuce has never done anything wrong ever so-

SAVANACLAW - RUGGIE 🍩

OCTAVINELLE - …JADE? Probably. 🐬 Wait… yeah.

SCARABIA - JAMIL 🐍

POMEFIORE - ….EPEL and VIL are tied 🍎👑 …maybe Vil? I dunno. …But Epel-

IGNIHYDE - ORTHO 🔥I stand by Ortho so hard. Kind of a bummer he keeps getting relegated to just “Idia’s brother” or omitted all the time in fan-work when he’s so dang cool. But oh well.

DIASOMNIA - SEBEK and SILVER are tied ⚡️🗡️ I think I lean Sebek a smidge more cuz he has dumb tropes I like.

12. Least favorite character from each dorm?

HEARTSLABYUL - Cater (don’t get me wrong, I like him I enjoy him)

SAVANACLAW - …mmmmn… Leona and Jack are tied solely because Ruggie is their competition and I love Ruggie a lot. But I do really like them both, they make me happy when I see ‘em. CANT DRAW THEM THOUGH—

OCTAVINELLE - LOOK I LOVE ALL THE MER-FREAKS. But I guess maybe Floyd? But again, I love him too. Actually, maybe he and Azul are tied.

SCARABIA - Kalim ONLY by process of elimination because I love him too. BUT THERES ONLY TWO CHOICES.

POMEFIORE - Rook (No shade though, he makes me laugh)

IGNIHYDE - Idia by process of elimination. I just really love Ortho so sometimes Idia just doesn’t cross my mind. But, he’s very funny and pathetic.

DIASOMNIA - Malleus. FUNNY BECAUSE HE’S PROBABLY THE MOST DRAWN PERSON HERE LOL. I love Malleus I do, but I really REALLY love the other three thanks to what book 7 did, so I guess bro is in 4th place. Or 3rd place since Sebek and Silver share 1st place. However… we’ll see where he is by the end of Book 7 when all his lore finally gets dumped out. + whatever post 7 character centric event he’ll get to serve as something of an epilogue. (Sorta like Ortho got with Fairy Gala remix after book 6)

I hope these answers were as obnoxious and eye-straining as possible. Not doing that color shifting thing again!

[umineko-ost-bracket]

The Higurashi OST Bracket

The match-ups have been drafted based on chronological order (as listed by the playlist in this link) and split up into four even brackets of 24 each.

Voting for the first round of Bracket A will begin 6/15/24 at 12 PM EST

Bracket Lineup under the Read More

[And here's the link to the previous pinned post, which was for the Umineko OST Bracket]

Bracket A

Paris no Gogo (Afternoon in Paris) vs Lunch time (Rena)

Hello! vs Sutakorasassa (Helter Skelter)

Orenji iro no Toki (Orange colored time) vs Asagiri (Morning Fog)

Small Town (Satoko) vs Baby’s Walk (Rika)

Silver Mirror vs Digital Network

Doukutsu (Cave) vs Seijaku (Quietness)

Mazoku Kenkyuusho (Demonic Institute) vs Silence

Spring Step (Mion) vs Gear | (Radiata Alice Version)

Dawn | (Radiata Alice Version) vs Rainy Days | (Radiata Alice Version)

Tell a thing | (Radiata Alice Version) vs Fascism | (Radiata Alice Version)

Theme of owner | (Radiata Alice Version) vs Sunrise | (Radiata Alice Version)

Dancers #7 vs Snow #4 “Frozen to death”

Bracket B

Snow #3 “First snow” | (Radiata Alice Version) vs Meditation #1

Lie lies-lies lie vs Dancers #1

Dancers #5 vs Days of children #3 | (Radiata Alice Version)

Heigen wo Iku (Going to the Plains) vs Iru

Unseen Future (Mienu Mirai/見えぬ未来) vs Boy in the Windmill (Fuushagoya no Shounen/風車小屋の少年 )

Thanks vs You (M.Box)

Ancient Times (Inishie/古) vs daily passing by

Gallery of Madness (Kiyouki he no Kairou/狂気への回廊) vs Shadow (Kage/陰(かげ))

What is Wished vs Solitude

Confession vs daily passing by(celesta)

Insanity (Kyoki / 狂気) vs Festivals (Shiukusai/祝祭)

Soak vs Soul Scour

Bracket C

Depressive Paranoia vs you | You (vocals)

Night When the Invisible Scares You vs Frozen memories

Bellflower vs Amber

Utu vs Feel

Birth and death vs Cradle Song

Sheep Counts vs Pros

Wandering Words Lead to Heaven vs Fabricated Dream (Sorayume/空夢)

Z・E・R・O vs Beat (Kodou / 鼓動)

Quickening (Taidou/胎動) vs Big Bear

Single (Hitoe/一重) vs Conviction

Gray vs R of Can

C-examination vs Fearlessness

Bracket D

White Mist Peak -Pure White- vs Hollow (Uro/虚)

LIVE vs Requiem for the Disaster

Moon -Cruelness⇔Tribute- Song vs Beyond the Skies (そらのむこう/Sora no Mukou) [Piano]

Testament vs Things I Want to Convey (Tsutaetai Koto/伝えたいこと)

Over the sky vs Years

Two, Alone (Futari. Hitori. / ふたり。ひとり。) vs you -destructive-

Being vs Liberating

Squall vs Rain

Festival (祭/Matsuri) vs Primal Beat of Horrow

Assault Operations vs Door

Air Pizz vs Search and Destroy

Beyond the Skies (Sora no Mukou/そらのむこう) vs Banquet (Utage/宴)

[blackwood23]

Room 13: Flooded grotto. A shoddy wooden bridge connects the dry passages. Two dead Argonian men and one woman, all wearing sliced-open robes of a monk of Kynareth, float in the water.

Room 14: Four Split Hand tribe goblins are carving a large statue of Akatosh out of a tree trunk using Iron axes and shortswords. They have a pile of several spare axes at hand and will throw them at evasive foes. The weapons are bloodstained and covered in a gritty purple mineral residue. A "pot" made of five roughly flat stones in the southwest corner contains 300 septims and a pewter cup full of mashed tomatoes.

Room 15: The floor of the western passage into this room is coated in a thick layer of animal glue, except for a small bare patch which the Split Hand use to hopscotch between the chambers. Five goblins in this chamber test each others' mettle with a bed of hot coals. Two have Iron shortbows and one has a Hide shield. They move at half speed (burnt feet).

Room 16: Above the passage to 19 is a boulder with a skeleton embedded in it; it resembles a very large dog with a lizard-like head. A pile of bloodstained amulets of Akatosh sits next to the rock. The Split Hand shaman, Pohgo, performs rites in honor of Kadosh (the skeleton) most of the day. 6+2d6 goblins are 50% likely to attend a rite in progress, along with the tribe's warchief Guzbl. A battered, bloodstained wooden chest is tucked behind the rock, containing 540 septims, a silver talisman bearing the crest of Leyawiin (120 gp), and a large cut topaz (80 gp).

Pohgo: Devout, dogmatic, no concept of personal space. 3 HD, can cast Magic Missile 1/day, wields an Ironwood staff of Lesser Polymorph (1d6 turn duration); desiccated goblin head on staff shouts Goblin battlecries when used.

Guzbl: Controlling, bullheaded, laughs at the end of every sentence. Can speak Cyrodiilic but can't read or write. 4 HD, piecemeal Rattan armor with a Steel mace, Rattan shield, and two vials of Atrophy poison.

Room 17: Warchief's chambers. His mistreated but ambitious manservants, Dzerk and Yilgib, sleep here when not polishing the chief's weapons. Guzbl sleeps on a linen canopy bed (20 gp) in the northwest corner; under the bed is a bottle of Argonian Bloodwine (30 gp) and Guzbl's trained pet boa constrictor (3 HD). Its name is Crunch and it likes salted meats. There are two weapon racks and crude target dummies in the southeast corner.

Room 18: Goblin barracks. They sleep on 15' tall terraces along the northern and southern walls with a narrow path in between. 1d4 are present during the day and 27 at night. Dragons are drawn on the walls in chalk; one at the top of the southern terrace conceals a cache containing a pair of black silk gloves (15 gp), a pair of gold onyx earrings (80 gp), and a Potion of Diminution. The goblins don't know it's there.

Room 19: Two stick cages flank the path between the northeast passage and the stairs down; the northwest cage contains a gaunt, disheveled Bosmer woman wearing a robe made of thin, scaly hide. Her name is Quilawen, but she won't talk unless freed. The southeast cage appears to be empty but contains a starved Ahuimusu. A pressure plate concealed under some mud will open the latter cage if pressed, and the creature will attack with a 5-in-6 chance to surprise. Pohgo and Guzbl know about the pressure plate; other goblins are under orders not to approach the cages.

Ahuimusu: 3 HD, 7 AC, Move 12. Attacks: bite+claw, or tail (save or be paralyzed for 1d4 turns). Can blend into surroundings- 5-in-6 chance to surprise when aware of threats. XP 60.

Quilawen: Unruly, unworldly, unhealthy love of rat meat. Is able to speak with and exert influence on Ahuimusu and other reptiles. Level 4 Thief.

Room 20: Shaman's quarters. Giant goblin head made of rocks and mud against north wall. Cauldron of rat stew boils through the night in the center. Pohgo sleeps on the head's lolling tongue. A crude emblem of a partially split goblin hand is carved in the forehead. A limeware plater caked in congealed grease and dirt (30 gp, or 650 if cleaned) with a human skull on it sits on the ground next to the cauldron. The pattern of the grease stains on the face of the platter, if examined, strikingly resembles a snapshot of the warchief's chambers (17). Indeed, the platter is enchanted: three skullfulls of boiled rat grease poured onto it will take the shape of a specific place named aloud before pouring.

Room 21: Crusaders' wall. Fire breathing dragon statue. Five armored goblins. A crudely but sturdily built wooden palisade, 10' tall, from east to west blocks a passage down to the Rootbound Crypt. The wall is manned by five goblins with piecemeal Steel armor, shields, and weapons. Each has a shortbow, 15 arrows, and a melee weapon. A cob statue of a dragon stands at the edge of the wall; oil or liquid grease (the goblins keep two jars handy) poured down the statue's horn while the wick in its mouth is lit will cause the statue to "breathe fire" (save or 1d6 damage plus ignition) on anything in a 10' area in front of the wall. There is a 12' ladder to let through goblins returning from an excursion into the crypt, but the defenders are otherwise ordered to attack anyone and anything that emerges from it.

[chocolatechibi]

Nuts n Dolts week: Day 7

@nuts-and-dolts-week

Prompt: first kiss

Garden of Ecstacy

Baby can’t you see, you could be with me, we could live inside a garden of ecstasy…

“It’s this way!”

I squeeze Penny’s fingers tight, her hand warm against mine.

Spiky weeds and long blades of grass prick at our ankles as we run down the overgrown hill, heading for the little gated garden at the bottom, tucked away behind the old family gym building.

The fence surrounding the garden is old and rusted, almost falling over. The cheap green material once spread neatly over it is torn and tattered, shreds of it littering the floor and almost blending into the grass. I’m not sure who the fence was supposed to keep out, seeing as—I don’t think—the garden was ever private property. Either way, it’s abandoned now, and what was once a neat, tiny little garden is now overgrown and wild, the weeds alone up to your knees.

“It’s… it’s so nice,” Penny breathes.

She moves her hand away from her eyes, no longer having to block them from the sun. The whole garden is dappled in shade, dim and cool. Penny brushes her messy bangs away from her eyes, taking a look around at the maze of wild looking plants everywhere.

Just watching her makes my heart flutter a little.

Yes, I, fifteen-year-old high school girl Ruby Rose, have a crush on my best friend.

Penny is amazing, sweet and beautiful, and I’ve had feelings for what has become quite a while. I think my sister said that gardens are romantic, so that’s why I brought her here. It’s a little secluded spot just for us, and here, I’m finally going to tell her how I feel. I just have to keep the courage to do it. I have to do it this time.

We venture deeper into the garden, hand in hand. I brush my other hand over the tops of some unruly looking tomato plants, feeling the wrinkly leaves against my skin. The plants’ stems are thick, heavy with fruit that hasn’t ripened yet.

I look at Penny again. She’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and an avocado green skirt with a green stripe at the bottom. She took my advice and wore closed-toed shoes, but the skirt still leaves her legs bare, and I see her flinch as a weed pricks across her skin.

I’m not doing much better with my red t-shirt and gray shorts, but I don’t really mind.

Penny doesn’t really seem to either. Rather, she seems positively enraptured by the secretive spot. She brushes her bangs away again, as they keep sticking to her forehead in the spring heat. She gazes around at the garden, which is surprisingly big on the inside for how small it looks from afar. It is definitely more than meets the eye. It’s wild here.

I was also an idiot to not look where I was going in an overgrown place like this, and my foot comes in contact with a rock, throwing me off balance. I trip over my own feet and keel forward, about to fall.

In a split second I feel Penny yank on my hand, pulling me up again as she wraps an arm around my waist. She pulls me against her.

“Ruby, are you okay?”

My silver eyes meet concerned teal ones, and I can feel my face heat up at the closeness. Penny is so pretty up close. I’m kind of glad I fell now. I picture kissing her right then, and maybe I should’ve done it, although I would never have actually had the guts.

“Ruby?”

I come back to myself in an instant and let go as quickly as possible, stumbling a bit as I try to get my bearings.

“S-sorry, just tripped is all,” I say, rubbing the back of my head anxiously.

“No worries! It’s pretty overgrown here, huh?”

Penny gives me a bright smile.

“Y-yeah.”

I’m sure my face must be pretty red by now, but I ignore it and clear my throat a bit, offering my hand to Penny again. She gladly takes it, and we’re walking again.

“I wonder why no one cares for this place anymore. If they ever did,” she muses.

“I don’t know. No one really seems to know about it. I just found it by chance one day. It seems to be doing pretty well on its own, though.

“It’s taken root, no rules!” Penny exclaims excitedly, making me smile.

“Yep.”

We pass a wall of thin green vines laden with creamy white flowers. They smell bright, like nature. That’s how I see it, at least. It might not make much sense, it’s more a feeling than anything I can put into words.

“So did you say there was passion fruit here?” Penny asks, even though she already knows the answer.

That’s the one thing I did tell her about this place before we came, deciding to leave the rest a surprise, but it definitely got her excited.

She presses herself closer to my side, sliding her arm through mine, so they’re linked.

“Yep!” I say, trying to be normal, “They’re near the back.”

When did things stop being normal, and start being me as a blushing mess whenever I’m around her?

“Thanks for bringing me here, Ruby,” Penny says, “I never even knew this was here, and it’s so big!”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling, “I’m glad you like it.”

The passion fruit vines grow wild on the back fence, twining over and over through the chain links like they’ll never let go. They probably never will. A lot of the plants here seem to be like that. They’ve taken root. This whole fence is overgrown with passion vines, and it’s thick, all dark green leaves and foliage.

The flowers are beautiful, vibrant purple in color and strange. Like something from another planet.

Penny gently brushes her hand over one, delight dancing in her eyes.

“They’re beautiful…”

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.

Oh lord. Why did I say that?

But somehow, even though I’m the cheesiest person ever and that was terrible, Penny still blushes.

“You too, Ruby. Inside and out.”

Now it’s my time to blush, and for a moment I just stand there speechless, but Penny is Penny, and she just starts talking again.

“So!” she says energetically, “Is there any fruit?”

She shoves her hands into the vines, digging around in the leaves until her hand apparently meets something.

“Ah!” she cries, pulling it forward, “A passion fruit!!”

It is. In her hand is one of the wrinkled, purple fruits. It’s pretty big, too.

“You found one!” I exclaim, “Pick it!”

“Can we? We can, right?”

“Of course! No one’ll know. Plus, they’ll just go bad if we don’t eat them.”

“Good point.”

Penny tugs on the fruit, and it makes a little snapping sound as it pops off the vine and into her palm. She grins in delight, turning it over and over in her hands. It makes me happy to see her so happy. I’m glad I brought her here. Now I just have to be brave enough to stick with my mission. The real reason I brought her here…

“Ruby!”

Penny’s voice breaks me out of my reverie, and I shake my head to clear it.

“Yeah Penny?”

“You should find one, too!” she tells me, “I’ll help you look!”

“Oh yeah, right. Sure.”

We begin the hunt for another passion fruit, though it doesn’t take long to find one.

“Here it is!” I say, pulling the little fruit forward.

It’s smaller and less wrinkled than the other one, but it’s still purple. Is it not as ripe? I have literally no idea, so I just pluck it off the vine anyway. I’ll give it a try.

“Let’s eat them!” Penny says impatiently, bouncing on her toes.

She’s a bit like a child in her excitement, but it’s charming, I think. She’s always fancied fruit, as well, so she’s extra eager now. She’s so cute, well, all the time.

I giggle as she pulls me down to sit beside her in the overgrown grass, holding the fruit out in front of her.

“Alright�� how do we open it?” I ask, staring at the fruit.

I did not plan for this at all. How are you supposed to eat in then, Ruby, did you think of that?

No, I did not.

I try to break mine open with my fingers, but it doesn’t work. The outside of the fruit is too tough. Could I bite it open…?

But Penny is already way ahead of me. She bashes her fruit against a small rock that was hidden in the grass, and yellow juice sprays everywhere. I shriek in surprise, but Penny just laughs, trying to wipe the juice spray off her white shirt. I cringe.

“The white-“

“It’s fine!”

Penny doesn’t miss a beat, cracking the fruit open to reveal the delicious pearls of juice inside, the bright yellow seeds. It’s the true treasure of the passion fruit—and of this garden.

I give a little cheer and follow her lead, smashing the fruit open on the rock, although a little gentler this time, so as not to make more mess.

“Cheers!” I say softly, holding up my fruit.

Penny’s eyes light up, and she taps hers against mine.

“Cheers, Ruby!”

Cheers to me actually going through with this confession…

I tip some seeds into my mouth. The delicious flavor fills my mouth, sweet and tropical and wild. It’s perfect.

Penny squeals her approval, shoveling more seeds into her mouth as juice drips down her hand.

“Yummy, huh?” I say.

They’re delicious, and now, with this memory of eating them with Penny, I’m sure they’re my new favorite fruit. I’ll always think of her whenever I taste this taste, no matter where I go.

I feel so strongly about this girl before me, my best friend. I care about her so much.

I have to say how I feel. What’s the point? I can’t feel like this and never let her know, I can’t hold it in anymore! It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.

I wait until the last sweet seeds have been swallowed down.

It’s time, Ruby. You have to tell her.

I try to hold onto the bubbling lightness in my chest, the energy and brightness of my feelings for Penny.

You can do this, Ruby.

You have to tell her.

“Penny…”

“Yeah?”

Penny tilts her head in question, staring straight at me.

Just say it!

And by some miracle, I just say it. Let it slip out before I can even stop to think about it for one second more.

“Penny, I- I like you.”

It’s as simple as that.

Her eyes sparkle.

“I like you, too. You’re my best friend!”

“No, I meant like-“

“And I would love to be your girlfriend.”

The words freeze me to the spot, the pressure of all the nervousness and emotion in my chest exploding, stealing my breath away. Penny just keeps smiling, clear intention in her expression. She knows exactly what she said.

Does she really….

Did she just…

“Penny!”

Time seems to unpause, and my eyes light up with joy. I jump on her, hugging her tight, and she hugs me back, as we both laugh with joy.

I can’t believe what she just said.

She likes me back!

She’s my best friend. We’re always together. And now I told her I liked her, and she actually accepted! I barely even know how to feel, I’m just one big ball of emotions I can’t keep straight. It’s like I’m blinded by the brightness of this one moment.

I do see one thing. Penny. I see my best friend.

And our faces are so close…

“I…” I whisper softly, “Could I- can I- um, well…”

“Yes.”

Softly, our lips meet.

There it is. My first kiss.

It’s really happening, and it’s… I’m not even sure. It’s so much better than I ever imagined, so strange and yet so warm and wonderful all at once… it feels surreal.

Penny’s lips are soft, and her arms around me are warm. I feel like I’m in a whole other world, emotions tangled up all around us in a never ending brightness. It’s just excitement, and joy, and it’s everywhere.

It’s ecstasy, passionate and warm, all around us. All I can feel is this crazy excited feeling, this ecstasy, and it feels as if it’s filling the whole garden, so that the whole world is so much brighter and more excited to just be alive.

When at last we break apart, I can barely contain my emotion. I throw my arms around Penny’s neck, hugging her close, feeling her nuzzle into my neck.

Happiness seems to radiate off of both of us, spreading through the garden, making it glow.

This is our secret spot, this garden just for us, where only the plants and the passion fruit are around to witness our story. The story of two best friends. Friends who were really so much more.

I experienced one of the most amazing, intense things of my life, my first kiss, the next step along my journey with Penny, and it was right here, in this wild place. We’ll be back here, I’m sure, to this garden of brightness and happy memories, this garden that’s steeped in emotion that will never leave it.

Our garden of ecstasy.

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Whispers Snippet - (7/?)

happy not-MS monday!!! this ones Special :) Word count: 760 Content warnings: Graphic violence POV: Marika In which Marika witnesses the Whispers at play on their home turf. IMPORTANT CONTEXT: she is in the shape of an Uryak right now.

[The guards] wave for us to stop when I’m still a dozen paces away. Without a word, the smaller one goes to close the distance, freeing their rifle of its holster as they approach.

“Who you working for?” they shout, the wind ruffling the fur of their coat burying half of their voice, the scarf around their face burying most of the rest.

The sound of Ivan rolling up his sleeve seems louder than it should be, louder than his own shout. “The Shadow.”

The guard scoffs, tugging down their scarf to spit at their feet. “Empty your pockets.”

Ivan sighs, but a moment later, his wallet flies through the air to land in the drift next to them.

“Of everything,” they insist, gesturing with the gun, though apparently careful to not point it at us directly.

As Ivan reluctantly nudges Dakarsa and the two start shedding the myriad bits of clutter on their persons--including a holstered revolver that comes from Ivan’s general area and what looks like a bag of ball bearings from Dakarsa’s--I let my inconspicuous eyes wander, taking in the steel towers on either side of the massive gate and picking out the subtle movements of the figures at their tops.

There’s only two on the watchtowers, and the two down here on the ground.

At least, I think there is, until I spot another figure behind the one atop the western tower. And a faint flicker against the black of the gate, too high up to be another person the rest have noticed.

Both of which I would have missed, if not for the way an Uryak’s eyes are made to seek motion over detail.

The unpacking has finished, and now the guard toes at the scattered objects in the snow, the barrel of their gun trained on my shape with the kind of lazy sway my father would have taken a switch to them for. I am the only one to notice when behind them, atop the looming ice, the speckled band of the western scout disappears with a strangled cry that barely carries on the wind, mixing just enough with the air to be lost.

The gunshot that follows doesn’t hide so easily.

Time seems to slow, as the body tumbles from the tower and their eastern counterpart jerks back, hood chased from their head by a thick spray of red, the smoking barrel of a silver revolver glinting from where the western scout once stood. In tandem, the near-invisible motion partway up the gate drops like a leopard, landing solidly on the shoulders of the taller guard before they have a chance to turn around, the snap of their bones joining the violent choir building over the glacier as a knife sinks into the back of their neck.

And as the one in front of us turns, gun at the ready, the cloaked shape atop their partner rises, flicking something from their hand that whips like an arc of lightning across the space between them.

The small one’s death is quiet, a shining bladed disc ripping through their hood and splitting their head from their body without so much as a stutter on its path through the air.

Before the echoes have had time to bounce twice, the massacre is over.

The two figures stand in silence at the gates, not a single flinch between them when the western scout finally hits the ice with a crack and the disc circles back around to be caught in the similarly-shining gauntlet of its wielder.

Ivan wastes no time dismounting, unhooking the snake-fanged wolf mask at his hip and holding it up to his face with his bared forearm, the other hand thrown up in surrender. Dakarsa follows his lead, choking back a yelp when his heels hit the ice, even though I crouch as much as I’m able before he does.

In response, the gauntleted figure on the ground steps into the light, illuminating their own mask with the face of a bat-eared doe.

“’Lo, Greyheart,” the Doe calls, the high lilt of their feminine voice carrying a wide, foreign accent clear over the wind. “You’re here early.”

Ivan curses under his breath, donning his mask in full before going to Dakarsa and throwing the boy’s arm over his shoulder. “Come on. It’s safe.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Dakarsa stammers, panic leaking into everything from his breath to his movement as Ivan marches him past the body whose head stares up at us in blank terror from several feet away. “The fucking--fucks who appeared out of nowhere with an animated rotary saw are the safe ones.”

Ivan doesn’t bother to reply.

[wait-still-rendering]

here is the original outline of The Strange Case of Kairi Uchida (which probably needs another title at this point). It is unfinished, but I wager it would have been like 50+ chapters long if I did finish writing it out lol. :) Enjoy what may never be.

@kessielrg @coffeetime88

Terminus

OUTLINE

The Strange Case of Kairi Uchida

1: Autumn - Strange occurrences are happening to Kairi so she goes off in search of answers and is now missing.

2: Downpour - Sora attempts to gather as many clues as possible that are related to Kairi’s disappearance.

3: Wayfaring Streets - With the help of Riku and Selphie, Sora heads for Radiant Garden to look for Kairi.

4: Catacombs of the Mind - Kairi attempts to piece together what is happening to her. The girl from the mirror guides her to Hollow Bastion’s castle which leads to a shocking discovery. 

5: Terminus - Kairi has a choice to make and it isn’t an easy one. Sora and co find Kairi, but both parties are torn away from each other at the last moment. The shadowy monsters from before appear within the castle which triggers a lost memory for Sora, Riku, and Kairi.

6: The Mirrors of Time: As Sora and co explore the castle and its various traps, they come across a room full of mirrors and learn about an urban legend—the Heartless. 

7: Astray - Kairi and Xion attempt to find a way back to Sora and co, but instead stumble upon a library that Kairi distinctly remembers visiting. The only problem is Radiant Garden and Hollow Bastion were separated before Kairi’s birth. They find a new ally in Roxas.

8: Murky Waters - Stuck in the room of mirrors, Sora, Riku, and Selphie must find a pathway through the mirrors. 

9: Torch - It's a race against time to find the exit before the castle is overridden by Heartless. Kairi attempts to find a way to communicate this sentiment to her friends on the other side (Sora, Riku, Selphie.)

10: Bindings of the Undercity - Both groups fight their way out of the castle, but with no way back to Hollow Bastion’s entrance. They soon stumble upon a ghost train. The party is split on whether or not to get on or try to find a way back to Radiant Garden. In the end, Kairi boards the train leading to the rest of the other members to also get on. The train leads them to what they soon learn is the Underworld.

11: Tidal Waves - As they have no choice but to move forward, tensions rise. Kairi finally learns why strange things have been happening to her.

12: Storm - A fight breaks out within the group which leads to an accidental teleportation.

13: Clockwork - The gang finds themselves out at sea in an unfamiliar airship. It isn't until they land that they find out they have traveled into a foreign reality.

14: Shards - The flickering starts up again for Kairi who now knows the flickerings are memories of different lifetimes.

15: Childhood Pathways - The gang comes across a photo album filled with memories from different lifetimes. Endings. They have a choice to make. 

16: The Door to Oblivion - Heartless appear once more. Kairi sees flashes of the Keyblade Graveyard. 

17: Celestial Affairs - They land in Scala ad Caelum, a bustling city full of spirits from all times. Five houses rule over them—Bear, Snake, Unicorn, Fox, Leopard.

18: Walls of the Silver Palace - The group splits up in order to investigate the five houses. When they uncover a new discovery, they must either prepare for war or find another reality to jump to. 

19: Paradigm Madness - Fearing the uprising, everyone flees Scala ad Caelum and finds themselves in unfamiliar territory once again. It isn’t until they gather their barings that they realize they are centuries back in another reality in a place called Gaia. Selphie remembers scraps of another lifetime in Balamb Garden. 

20: Breaching Threads - As the gang travels through Gaia (FF9), they attempt to find their footing. They soon come across a familiar face. Roxas grapples with the unhappy memories he has of his past life.

Characters

Kairi Uchida

Selphie Tilmitt

Riku Miyano

Sora Irino

Xion Hikari

Roxas Uchiyama

Don't trust blindly. 

Sora was never one to wake up early. His thin blankets lay on the ground as they always did no matter how many times he attempted to wrap himself up in them at night. Destiny Islands was hotter than the blazing sun on its worst days and mildly chilly on its best days. 

It should have been indicative to him that something was not quite right when he looked at the time and saw the red numbers spread out. 

5:02 in the morning.

Tangles of clothes were strewn across Sora’s bedroom floor. When he awoke at exactly 5:02 that morning, he let out a string of curses as he stumbled over the combined mess of dirty laundry and a half-read book aptly placed near his bedside. 

Most days Sora wouldn't dream of getting out of bed at such an ungodly hour, but it was as if an unknown entity forced him out of his slumber.

He looked toward the calendar. November 3rd. Kairi would be home soon. A smile found its way to his lips. 

Perhaps Sora should have realized there was something horribly, horribly wrong, but Sora did not have that epiphany because he had no reason to believe anything was wrong. The quiet of early morning almost made Sora crawl back into bed, but when he caught sight of a streak of white, his weariness dissipated. It was snowing.

It was snowing on Destiny Islands.

He snapped a quick picture before sending it into the group chat so Riku and Kairi could see.

Hours from now, Sora would be on a train heading for Radiant Garden with Riku and Selphie in tow.

Kairi’s hands trailed alongside the smooth spine of one of the more ornate books within the castle’s library.

[glitter-covered-bodybag]

Astemeaposting pt1 (The Genesis)

I've decided the best way to introduce my characters is to introduce the world properly first so here goes... (I'm going to copy the practice prose I wrote to explain the genesis of everything here and annotate it with layman's explanations. (I know there's some similarities to the Christian genesis - I took Religious Studies as a teen, my mum works in a Catholic school, the imagery+symbolism is cool. Let me be inspired by what I want)

The setting is a world called Astemea.

Before the world was created there was nothing but Darkness. The Darkness became lonely in Its infinite nothing so created a companion It named Phyauris. She was small compared to It, black-haired and had three pairs of wings on which She carried herself. Together, in infinity, they lived and gre close until they brought a third into the world - a son. They loved their child but with the birth of their son, Phyauris realised she had also gained a love for creation. She began creating more, trying to share her love with The Darkness. They attempted to recreate the success of their son through artificial means. Instead what arose was a race of people with skin in blues and yellows, hairless and bearing wings and horns. Phyauris created a home for them in the darkness and with it came the first light.

This is the creation of the Strixtir, the first race of nine. They are a mortal race split into two groups (yet to be named but colloquially referred to as 'Angelic'and 'Demonic'). The first group (Angelic) is warm-toned, skin in yellows and oranges, and has genes that favour wing growth over horn growth (they will tend to have very short stubby horns and large wings). The second group (Demonic) is cool toned, skin in blues and purples, and has genes that favour horn growth over wing growth (large horns with small, useless wings). They possess some (very) limited foresight, akin to Spiderman's spidey-sense, that allows them to detect immediate danger which gives them the appearance of divinity although they are fully mortal. They also have the ability to cross dimensions,specifically to access a dimension called the Strix that was created especially for them.

As She created more and more, The Darkness grew jealous as all It covered shrunk. It withdrew from Phyauris' passion, leaving Her to pursue it alone. Next she created more in her image, small creatures that walked on two feet with flowing hair behind them.

This is the creation of the more familiar fantasy races (Humans, Dwarves and Elves) as well as a Raine Original, the Queliths (who you will come to find are just spiced-up dark elves).

Humans are humans, nothing particularly special about them. The only new thing is gold eyes are possible and about as common as hazel eyes in the real world.

All my dwarves sport facial hair regardless of gender. There is less of a gender divide between them (woman warriors are totally fine) and they prioritise craftmanship (smiths/carpenters/cooks/brewers etc.)

Elves, as usual, can't grow facial hair (dwarves find that hilarious). They did however discover how to turn silver into thread, called silverspinning, which was then broadened to more metals and allowed armour to be flexible (dwarves find that... less hilarious). There ARE dark-skinned elves. They all originate from a region that later becomes Akosaea (more on that later) but don't all live there (obviously. Migration is natural).

Queliths are a race of people not commonly seen in towns, living in tribes. They all live in a region that is perceived as inhospitable due to the heavy fog and how difficult it is to access. They are all very tall (6 to 7 feet in height). Queliths are black haired, white skinned (like paper or snow, not human toned) and very sleek. They evolved to be almost entirely blind due to the fog but do have very good hearing and proprioception and can sense the movement of things around them. They all have long hair, which is sacred to them so braids are common. The only short-haired Queliths are those who have been banished and are not allowed to return until their hair is braidable again. They are an intersex species capable of both sexual and asexual reproduction but appear female. The only male Queliths are actually half-queliths.

While she was distracted with creation, The Darkness took their son, the only thing It had left, for Its own, transforming him into a serpentine creature with two heads. Each head held half of their son's consciousness so neither one had a full idea of what had happened and The Darkness could control it by whispering to each head. When Phyauris came across the serpent, it attacked, not recognising Her as its mother. The Goddess defended Herself, attacking the serpent. It wasn't until She scewered the creature that its body returned to the form he was born with and She recognised Her son. The Darkness roared in anger at the taking of all he had left and wept for the loss of their son. In that moment, they swore revenge on each other and the Eternal Rift was created, Light against Dark. The Darkness swept over Its wife's creations, corrupting some and killing others. In return, Phyauris created a pantheon to defend them.

This is the creation of both the Primordial Gods and the first Daemons. The Primordial Gods are:

Asta, goddess of the stars

Alurra, goddess of the moon

Aureus, god of the sun -----> (he's a little serpentine because Phyauris loves her son and will never get over it. It's a bit of a slight again The Darkness because It turned their son into That Thing so now the one that will lead the charge against It will always remind It of Its actions)

Ynaselli, goddess of Nature/Forests

Nemera, goddess of the Ocean

Tahena, goddess of the Sky/storms

Dodagi, god of Mountains

Anthar, god of the cold/ice

Anmes, god of heat/fire

(They kinda ARE the things they're the deities of but also not?? Like Aureus IS literally the sun but he's also a figure. Somehow they're both, kind of like how in Greek mythology Gaia IS the earth but is also a person).

Daemons are some of the first people, corrupted by the Darkness resulting in the typical horns and leathery wings phenotype. This is what happens when The Darkness creates something without Phyauris (take note that the last time they created together they created the Strixtir which resemble daemons but have free will and are not inherently evil!).

From the body of their son, Phyauris created somewhere for her creations to inhabit so that his spirit may live on in the land. Lastly, She created two more races in memorial.

This is the creation of Astemea and the Lacertiles and Aungid. Lacertiles are lizardfolk while Aungid resemble humanoid snakes.

From here, Phyauris retired, intent on ending her Husband's reign once and for all. In the interim of Her return, She charged Aureus with the defense of Her Creations. While He wins, Astemea is bathed in light but as he tires, The Darkness creeps in again. Aureus always gains the upper hand before The Darkness can seize control again. And so goes the Eternal War.

Literally just the creation of the Day/Night cycle. Also explains why Phyauris doesn't get involved in mortal affairs because She's essentially doing the god equivalent of sleeping/powering up.

There are of course other gods but I'll talk about them in another post. "But Raine! You only mentioned 7 races! You said there were 9!" I hear you say. Don't worry, the other 2 need a separate post.

[girldoeswordsorsomething]

At the beginning of all things there was nothing.

Then, there was Chaos, deeper and darker and broader than any ocean. Out of this ocean She was born, and Chaos hated Her for She refused to surrender herself to be a part of Chaos again. For a long time She fought to keep herself above the waves. It seemed certain it was only a matter of time before She would be torn apart, until she began to sing. Her Song reached deeply into Chaos pulled up a mountain from the depths, and upon this mountain She stood for the first time.

She sang to the mountain and from its stone rose a great tower. From this tower here Song rang out and in this way all things were made from Chaos, and it was reduced. Eventually, when the ocean of Chaos became small enough She sealed it beneath the world in a great well, and Chaos was furious, for it desired to devour all things and return them to itself. After the sealing of Chaos She looked out from the tower upon all of her creations and saw in them the echoes of the hunger of the well. She knew she must set upon her creation an Order so that it may be preserved, and She thought for much time upon what this order must be.

She was conflicted, for She did not wish to rule all things, but she knew all things must be ruled lest they return to Chaos. So long she thought, knowing these two things to be true, that eventually She split into two beings, she who bears the name of Mother and she who bears the name of Tyrant. As before She was at war within herself now She was at war with herself. Tyrant used the powers of Creation to build fearsome armies and raise great towers of black iron, and she set out to bring all things under her iron law. Mother saw what was to happen, and she mourned for her world, for she knew that the weight of Tyrants kingdom would crush much that was beautiful of what they had made. So she too made fearsome armies and great towers, and strode forth to meet her sister on the field of battle.

For many ages of the world they fought, racing to imagine new weapons to wield and new peoples to fight, and the echoes of battle were heard in all places so that none knew peace. Many peoples came into being at this time, but many more were already walking the world and resented the sisters for breaking the peace. Some of these people, having great powers of Creation themselves, hid their lands and gardens away so the violence could not touch them, though still it echoed there.

Eventually the sisters grew weary of fighting, though neither were willing to relent and let the other take mastery of the world, and deep in its well Chaos knew that this was it's chance. It thrashed in its bindings and cracked the foundations of the world, but could not break free. It seethed and boiled and belched forth great beasts to finish freeing itself, and failing that to devour whatever they could and return to it. Seeing this the sisters were afraid, for despite their disagreement on what the Order of the world must be, they both desired above all to protect what they had made from the insatiable hunger of Chaos. They joined their great armies together and marched to the well of Chaos, intending to seal it forever. But Chaos was strong, and they were already wearied by their long years of fighting.

Tyrant reached the well first, and built a great city atop it. Mother joining her set great silver watchtowers in the sky above the well to warn them of where the hordes of Chaos gathered to strike. Many more years they laboured, sealing the greatest of the fissures that chaos had caused, until they could labour no more and lay down to sleep.

In their absence the peace the sisters had forged was fragile, and their armies and kingdoms splintered into fiefdoms. Mother's people became the 13 Kingdoms of Heaven, for the 13 silver towers she had built. Tyrant's people became the 7 Circles of Hell, for the 7 rings of the city she had built.

Though there were skirmishes between these people, and the echoes of the great war never faded from their ears, there is peace between them. For while they never forget the blood they have spilled, so too do they remember the vast and endless hunger that was sealed, and still together they fight children of Chaos that crawl from that great well.

Many years have passed since this age, and many of the distant lands remember the truth of this tale only in faint echoes. The mighty beings of this age, those who heard the Song of Creation and saw the light of the first stars have been known by many names and been part of many new tales across the lands. They have been called gods, angels, devils, kami, aesir, vanir, fae, deva, asura, rakshasa, oni, and many more. Few are those among mortals who know the whole story, and even many among those who are called divine have forgotten all of what came to pass in those days and the ones that followed. Still, in all tales there is truth, and none may forget the hunger in the well.

[ghostcultmagazine]

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flag id: a flag with 7 stripes, which are blue-black, dark indigo, dull sky blue, light silver, cream, light brown, and caramel brown. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

cozycelekkuma: a gender related to rilakkuma bears, space whales, comets, celestial bodies, and cozycore

[pt: cozycelekkuma: a gender related to rilakkuma bears, space whales, comets, celestial bodies, and cozycore. end pt]

for anon! the top two stripes represent celestial bodies and space, the third represents comets, the fourth represents whales, the fifth and sixth represent rilakkuma, and the bottom three represent cozycore. the term is 'cozy', 'cele' from 'celestial', + 'kkuma' from 'rilakkuma'!

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai

tags cont: @freezingnarc, @skrimbliest, @seraphtrix

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[tarninausta]

In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.

ARIEN and ILMARE + SAM’S SONG ✧ @tolkienofcolourweek day 2: music

[ID: An edit consisting of 24 images total, split into sets of six images that are mainly golden and black in turns. The edit is meant to focus on the sun and Arien in the golden sets and on the stars and Ilmare in the black ones.

1: The sun rising above trees / 2: an east asian woman, wearing hanfu. She’s cradling a paper lantern / 3: text reading “above all shadows rides the sun�� / 4: The sun rising above clouds / 5: The sky at sunrise / 6: A sun motif made from golden mosaique

7: the model Maria Borges, a black woman, with glittering silver makeup around her eyes / 8: stars in space / 9: Stars over a mountain / 10: Text reading “and stars forever dwell / 11: Someone dressed in grey glittering tulle lying on a bench / 12: Stars over the sea

13: The sun rising over a mountaintop / 14: Golden light on water / 15: Text reading “i will not say the day is done” / 16: The east asian woman from image two, hanging a lantern in a tree / 17: Details from an iron gate, showing a sun symbol in gold / 18: Sunlight seen through grasses

19: Stars over the sea / 20: Black tulle decorated with stars / 21: Shooting stars / 22: Text reading “Nor bid the stars farewell” / 23: Glittering light on a dark sea / 24: Maria Borges with the same glittering makeup as in image 7 / End ID]

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Aaron Lycan - Fallen Ashes

@romeave-wives-club <- rewrite partner in crime

"official" character page - tundra design

Without further adieu, and without spoiling too much of the plot since we do intend to write a proper fanfic with this rewrite, I present: Aaron Lycan!

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- 6'3 Bear

- DILF

- He/him

- Autism

- Shad's reincarnation

- Aphmau and Zoey's babygirl

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First introduced as "the stranger", Aaron was a mystery from the beginning. His motivations weren't known, nor his backstory, and for the gods' sake Aph thought he was an old man!

He isn't shown again until his "official" meeting with Aphmau, operating in the shadows. He had been watching Zane's actions, entirely against whatever empire O'Khasis was trying to build.

So when Zane paid a visit to Phoenix Drop, and O'Khasis ships were docked, he knew something was happening.

He figured out there was a spy, someone from within- Phoenix Drop was always so independent. He hadn't been here since Malik and Matilda-

Which placed particular suspicion on the twin lords who just-so-happened to be in the place of the lovers.

He observed at first, watched from the shadows. He watched as the eldest Ro'meave- he was meant to be dead?- was happily close to the lords, as Aphmau- the girl he had *saved* in the tundra- spoke with one of the Jury of Nine. Just far enough away to not catch what they had spoken of

He cornered her, alone with none of her guards around, and had plans of ending her, getting it over with. She was obviously a spy, along with the other lord-

But he hesitated. There was something in her eyes, something almost- familiar? No, it was probably just fear. Good, she should be afraid- serves her right for being the spy for such a no-good, murderous-

"Wait, please!" Aphmau used his hesitance to ramble. And she was good at it, she nearly begged him to let her protect her village, and begged for him to recognize who she was.

In a split-second judgement, one that could have him killed if messed up, he let up- slightly. Just enough to be slightly less deadly.

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Zoey

He went into Phoenix Drop with some, disturbing news. To him, it was normal intel, something that would come up in any lord's ruling-

But after his meetings with the Lords, he could tell they hadn't come to the verge of war yet. Instead of being able to slip in, talk to one of the two, and out- he got a kitchen knife in his face.

"Who are you?"

He'd never admit his first thought was that she was gorgeous, because his second- and much more pressing- thought was this woman has a knife and he didn't want to kill within the lord's house.

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Jacob

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Design comments!

So! His tundra design has a thicker beard, at least is meant to, and has more layering to his clothes. That's the main comment here, don't make the man shirtless in the snow

He had no reason to cover his eyes with a bandana, so instead his hair is simply too long. Once neat-cut long hair, shorter in the front- *almost* having fringes, grew out. He doesn't bother to cut it, he can see his surroundings just fine

Red is a pretty expensive dye back then, so I like to imagine his jacket was once the red we see in his skin- but it's been worn and dulled from years of use, and he refuses any other jacket as his primary one (it became a comfort item of his)

I gave the man a shirt, he does take his shirt off when training, but he also doesn't walk around shirtless 24/7

You can't see it in the drawings, and I messed it up on the tundra drawing, but he wears silver buckles & jewelry due to it being a weakness of werewolves (Aph & Zoey later bully him into wearing gold due to their werewolf friends existing)

His beard gets progressively shorter as Aph tries to teach him some semblance of "can I at least see your face? Irene, how is it even that thick-"

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other comments

"Aaron 🤝 Zoey Holding a sharp object to their future partner's throat" <- Cam

"AARON AND APH WORSHIPPING ZOEY BECAUSE WHAT IS BETTER THAN HAVING TWO GODS WORSHIP A LOWLY MORTAL-" <- Cam

Jacob does have lore, and he has a story beyond what we know ;)