#that sandal has a gun attached to it

[movedtodykedvonte]

God have mercy on Miguel if Rio or Jefferson find out what he not only did to Miles but what he said. Fly high bro, earth-928 just lost a Spiderman

[hydrochloric-hugs]

Chapter 1

Old blog got reported and I really wanted my icon and background, so here's a repost of the first draft! I plan to edit bc I was out of my head trying to write flying by the seat of my pants, but for now, this is a bit more put together at least!

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: food, meal skipping mention, g/t. Additionally, while not shown in this chapter, this story will probably have non-sexual vore down the line.

“Shit!” Devon ripped his hand away from his unfinished project, attempted to shake the remnants of hot glue from his finger tip.  The deep tan skin of his brow wrinkled in a wince, and he set the glue gun on a scrap of cardboard.

“Try to be nice to mice, and this is what it gets me,” He huffed, glowering at the minor burn he sustained.  Something has been eating holes in his cereal boxes and pillow cases, and as a sophomore in college, he had to pinch every penny he could.  Sure, for now it was barely a contamination concern, but he couldn't afford to call in sick to his job or buy new bed clothes if he let the infestation grow.

That being said, he was a biology major with a minor in keeping sane (read: art).  Hence the contraption he had burned himself creating: a humane mousetrap.  It consisted of a bucket, a ladder, a dowel rod, and some ingenuity.  A large hole was cut in the middle of the bucket lid and a hot glue hinge attached the perimeter of the lid to the loose piece.  Food is put in the middle, mouse goes for the food, falls into the bucket, problem solved.  In theory, at least.  He honestly should have looked up some sort of tutorial rather than building it off the dome.  But Devon was nothing if not determined, even to his detriment.

“Whatever, it should be fine.” He put a bit of pressure on one side of the seesaw-like part of the lid and sighed in relief when it quickly gave way.  He contemplated adding a sort of hide and using extra materials to secure one side, but after checking his watch, bulked.  He knew rodents weren't brainless, but he didn't want to delay the set up of the trap for much longer.  He'd already lost his appetite for his honey-nut cheerios after finding a hole in the box, he'd have to start skipping breakfast if he didn't avert the contamination of his precious corn flakes, too.

He stood on creaky legs, sighed.  He had class in the morning, and he hadn't gotten enough sleep last night.  He shuffled into the bathroom, mindlessly going through his nighttime routine until he threw himself under the dark red sheets of his bed.  Rolling onto his side, he took deep, steady breaths, let the anxieties of the day flow out with each exhale, until one final thought left his weary mind.  Tomorrow, I'm catching that dang rat.

-

Sunlight squeezed through a small crack in the mortar between brown-beige bricks and right into the eyes of a man sleeping in a matchbox full of cloth.  He snorted awake, rubbing his eyes and staring blearily at his surroundings.  Small ornaments, earrings, stamps, and dulled glass adorned the “walls” of his “room,” which was a section of inner wall he'd hollowed most of the insulation out of.  Yawning, the man pushed himself up out of the box, shielding his brown eyes with a pale hand.  He scooted to the edge, threw his legs over, and stood, a patterned rug shielding his feet from the cool concrete.  He grabbed a comb made from straw and ran it gingerly through his short black side part, only glancing in the mirror piece mounted next to his bed.  

“Beck,” He started at the shout, “you're gonna be late to the meet up and miss out on your trades!”

The man, Beck, let his shoulders sag. “Coming, Tallulah.”

He shuffled over to a drawer made of some sturdy fabric and picked out a fast outfit: a burgundy robe.  A bit informal, but he was up later than usual.  Plus, it's not like he would have to impress anyone.  Beck had been living in the community for two whole years at this point.  He could rock casual for one meeting.  He slid on some sandals made mostly of cardboard, grabbing his burlap bag from the floor.  Thank God he’d already packed it, otherwise he’d have to make the trip alone.  As it was, he pushed open the door, the back of a remote’s battery case, to Tallulah.

“You’re lucky I hate you the least.”

“I feel it.”

She was a stout woman – well, more so than Beck – with long silver hair that framed the delicate features of her face.  If one were so rude as to guess her age, they would be about a decade too low.  She aged like wine, as she often reminded those around her.  She wore a lengthy blue dress with flower print, perhaps literally from some drapes, with her own sandals with matching fabric going over top of the foot.  In her hands was a sort of bucket full of sweet smelling, small, white crystals.

“Sugar?” Beck seemed to look at it too long, as she flicked his forehead with a sigh. “Ow!”

“Don’t even think about it!”  She went off deeper into the building, exaggerated.

“Sheesh, you could have concussed me.” Beck rubbed his head with a smirk, latching his door shut before catching up.  The gray, tunneled halls were well trodden, even and flat like a road.  Because Beck was on the outskirts, it was less so until it intersected with another, more traveled path.

“Anything you’re especially looking for this week?” Beck asked, making room for some others passing them.

“You mean aside from ol’ Vernon’s face when everyone leaves his sweetener for mine?”  She adjusted her hold with a smug look. “I sure ain’t looking for what you drag in, Mr. Under the Fridge.”

“That was a year and a half ago!  How was I supposed to know why no one has ever brought ice to share?”  He fiddled with his bag strap. “Besides, it was still water!”

“Yeah, dirty water even the gardeners didn’t want to take!”  She stopped to cackle, careful to keep hold of the pot.  “I’ll tell you what, you may not be good for trades, but you are fun to watch!”

Beck rolled his eyes, still tugging the belt.

“Come on, you know I’m messing with you.”  She reached up and tousled his hair, perfectly restoring his bed head before he could duck away.

“Tally!”  He complained as he worked on mitigating the damage, but the dimples on his cheeks betrayed him. “I know, I just don’t remember the last time I really got congratulated beyond pity points.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Becky, you’ve done plenty.”  She said, then pointed her chin down the path. “The market’s just ahead, and you brought stuff, right?”  He nodded, not meeting her eye. “Exactly.  Even if you hadn't, and even if you never did and never will, you are a part of this community, Becky, and that makes you worthy.”  She squeezed his shoulder.  Then she punched it. “Now get set up fast because I ain’t setting this anywhere but a prime stall, pretty boy!”  She proceeded to run with surprising agility, leaving Beck in her trail.

The man sputtered, shook his head. “God help me if I ever do understand her, it means I’ve lost it, too.”  She may be right about him, but she was also right that he should get a move on lest he have to set up on the floor outside.

He entered a much deeper path, leading to the market site.  It was in the very center of the building, and it led to an immediate, metal opening.  Early birds sometimes had to open this mesh doorway themselves, but at this time, it was held open to welcome all.  He stepped through it alongside a few others, and entered a large metallic chamber with grated side walls and a ceiling, unlike the solid steel of the entrance wall and the one Beck was facing.  Before that wall, though, were dozens of people like him, but also in all different shapes and sizes. Most stood behind stalls with miscellaneous scraps and crafts, some sat behind their set ups, others just gave from their own hands as they passed.  Tallulah was already at a dark wood table making faces at salt and pepper man with his own container of white shards, making Beck’s smile widen.

After a bit of searching, he discovered an unclaimed counter.  He quickly made his way over, swinging his pack off onto the rickety birch planks. From the corner of his eye he saw others closing in, doubtless with their own goods to trade.  He can’t leave them empty handed!  He rummaged through his things before giving up and upturning it and letting everything spill straight onto the table. An abundance of soft white cloth, and another bag, this one sealed plastic, tumbled out.  As the visitors strolled closer, Beck ripped open the opaque plastic, revealing its contents: several beige ‘O’ shapes, smelling distinctly of processed oats and honey.

“Come take a look at what I’ve brought,” Beck called to passers by, “There’s plenty more where this came from!”

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

P3 Reload Part. 7

This kid is how old and she's doing laundry?

Shock collar.

Humans should not bark.🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️

Pretty puppy

It tells you the rank when you go up to them

Ew.

Tanaka reminds of Akechi. (I believe Akechi to be a slob. I mean he has a vacuum and a electric toothbrush on his liked gifts list. Although, I'm pretty sure he showers more often than Tanaka does, hopefully).

How does Junpei take two steps forward and three steps back?

I don't think they had🤣🤣 these emojis back in 2009. I think it was more :p

Akihiko just popped out the either.🤣🤣

And everybody got covered in watermelon juice.

I thought you have to take dogs on walks all the time? Or is Koromaru just weird?

There's nothing to do at night, might as well spend the night in Tartarus.

You can study in the entrance.

Air-condioning? That's a fancy school. When I was in school, only the computer labs were cool. The rest of the rooms had fans and open windows.

Mr. Edogawa seems like a mad scientist. I like him.

What the fuck is that? It looks like Abbadon's odd ass cousin. Was this in the og?

Makoto just happened to have his evoker on him?

I love the 😃 above Koromaru's head.

The dog wants to watch TV.

You ignore Bebe for ramen 🤣🤣 and didn't even get ramen.

I thought that was Max rank for Tanaka.

The people wondering into Tartarus remind me of MM, but there are far less.

4 siblings!

What is it with Japan and missing or dead parents?

"The heat will only affect you if you let it"? 🤨🤨I don't think it works that way, Mitsuru.

Not much money but you get charm + academics.

"My coat is invisible to fools". 🤣🤣

I wish he didn't take such an interest in me. I never cared about Gun Jesus.

My man, you can put your hand down.

🤦🏻‍♀️this man.

You need knowledge to start Akinari? 😔

Koromaru stole his pen 🤣🤣

Why him? He looks like he escaped from prison or came from the 60/70s.

Shadows taking breaks 🤣🤣

Ken sounds less pissed.

Koromaru stole the remote 🤣🤣

Go to the film festival, the game says 🤣🤣

What the fuck did they give you?

This poor girl

Most people freak out when they're bleeding, Chidori.

The game really wants you to go to the film festival 🤣🤣

I'm pretty sure that's Morgana.

Poor Junpei's got bigger things to worry about.

Is that Makoto?

Bitch.

Poor puppy.

The rules don't say anything about dogs attending? (Minus service dogs, that is).

Akihiko's like "this wasn't my idea and I'm not responsible for anything that goes wrong". 🤣🤣

Akihiko seems more detached than in the og.

It's funny everyone seems way too attached to you at points but then they drift away the longer the game goes on.

Maybe it's the voices?

😔 why him?

You get too many people all at once.

Why does the nurse dress so casually? He reminds me of Maruki. I hope he doesn't wear sandals in the winter.

Ren ❤❤

You need to not break your knee.

I love how you can't throw him under the bus, even if that's probably the right play.

What kind of school is this? This kid is going to kill himself and they're going to let him!? That's a lawsuit waiting to happen. At least if they banned him and he went all stupid, that's on him. The school knows and they're not telling him to pound salt, that's on them.

Poor Junpei is never used (in the video I'm watching).

I forget you have to level your party individually. 😔 it's Strikers all over again.

Guest? It's a 🐱.

Why does the pierce symbol look like gears?

Bird scream. 🐦

Are shadows with status elements new?

Mass Destruction is kinda fire. I never really like the og. Still haven't got around to hearing the full soundtrack.

I know it's impossible but who's side would Shinji be on for The Answer?

Whiffed the shot and got attacked by a shadow🤣🤣

Blue faced Hulk Hogan.

Did he just say Mitra when Mithrus appeared?

Koromaru came to escort the kitty.

"It's a bit damp, but I think I can use it". 🤣🤣That's a cat for ya.

Oh yeah, the clock thingy for leveling.

The head of Mitsuru's Persona looks like a chess piece. A queen or bishop to be exact.

Plan? 🤣🤣We're flying by the seat of our pants here.

I don't like the pay chests. Especially when so much gear is found in them. Sure it's only a couple more evasion/defense/new effect thingy but still new gear is always good, even if it's only used for a bit. Plus, you don't have to pay for it.

That shadow has 4 hands.

So, it's a coward.

Damn, the chests are generous with money. 3,780 yen=24.32

Those gold fuckers are fast.

They changed the name of the battle panties to sexy armour. Can't say I blame them.

I like Junpei.

I guess I should accept.🤣🤣

Shinji is like 3rd sem Akechi, without the build-up.

Tossed him like a rag doll. 🤣🤣

I'm not sold on the new portraits but I do like Akihiko's.

It looks like a Xurkitree.

They don't comment if you pause on their turn.

I swear they had more build-up for Chidori and Junpei in the og.

The first thing that comes to mind when I hear Medea is Tyler Perry

[fals3nd]

forty breezes into the house like he belongs here, even if he knows he doesn't. look - - - no amount of his sister saying it's water under the bridge and insisting that he wasn't well, forty, it's okay erases the fact forty pointed a gun at joe and accused him or murder. it's fine. it's totally fine. forty is polite enough to toe off his obscenely expensive sandals at the door before he pads off towards the living room. everything about his own attire screams quiet luxury, another tag that has been attached to his name recently ; jeans and a white tee that individually cost a lot and together cost an astronomical amount of money.

"huh? oh - - - no, i haven't! and who am i to turn down something my sister made?" forty's path diverts to head towards the kitchen instead. his smile is easy, practiced, and holds almost none of the unnerving tightness at the corners of his eyes that had been ever present before moving out here when love invited him to follow along to madre linda. the bag is set down on the island and he reaches into it, pulling out a truly obscenely cute onesie with a hood that has bear-ears attached.

"cute, right? i had to." he's been showering the quinn-goldberg household in gifts lately, now that he has a steady enough stream of income from a parade of sponsors on his social media and the guilt of what happened in anavrin continues to choke him all this time later. even if sometimes he lays awake at night and wonders before he can push the thought of joe and/or love doing anything truly wrong back into the distant part of his brain, where he doesn't have to think about it. it's fine. "how've you been, joe?" the onesie is quasi-folded and set down and forty's all-too earnest and all-too interested gaze is focused entirely on joe.

HE WASN'T LEAVING. of course he wasn't , because forty was joe's own personal comeuppance for every bad thing he's ever done. he'd gotten so close to being figured out by the wreck of a man before him ( embarrassing on it's own. the cops couldn't catch him , but forty fucking quinn could ? GO FIGURE. ) so not only was he having to live with a cold blooded , crazy woman -- he also had to be forty's new bestie. so he just offers another tight smile &* steps aside , finally allowing forty inside.

❛ our bond , huh ? ❜ he chuckles at the very idea -- could you still call them close after being ( correctly ! ) accused of murder ? he shuts the door behind forty &* crosses his arms as he shifts uncomfortably on his bare feet. it was a lazy day ; he's only in a t-shirt &* sweat pants today. hardly ready for company. ❛ you eaten yet ? love made lasagna yesterday. we have some leftovers. ❜

[randomikemendegen]

RARITY: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

BIO

Full Name: "Ren"

Sex/Gender: Male

Birthday: July 15th

Constellation: Aquila

Region: Inazuma

Affiliation: None

Special Dish: Barbecued Skewered Chicken

Vision: Electro

Weapon: Sword

Voice Actors: Ishida Akira (JP)

Titles:

Pilgrim Swordsman

Mysterious Hooded Figure

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PROFILE

Introduction:

“People speak of encounters they’ve had of a wandering swordsman in a white hood-- be it being saved from monsters or treasure hoarders, being escorted through a rather dangerous terrain, or even as simple and mundane as carrying your heavy luggage for you. That is Ren. Very few people get to see underneath this Good Samaritan’s hood, but the few that do say that it may be for the best, as they say that while his features were kind and soft, it almost seemed like they were in the presence of something that threatened their very existence.”

– Official description

Personality:

“A [Hero of Justice] who defends the weak with a smile, yet appears to be [inhumane] and distant.”

Ren appears to be a simple person on the surface; he’s confident in his abilities yet very humble and polite when interacting with other people, he always has a positive outlook and tries to encourage other people to be their best self, is outgoing enough to be able to talk with other people no problem, and always stands up for those who are being bullied. In short, Ren is a relatively good-natured and kind person.

While he generally makes airheaded and seemingly brash decisions -- such as crossing a river head-on to get to the next destination, or even suggesting to fight Hillichurl camp after Hillichurl camp consecutively to clear up the entire area quicker -- Ren doesn’t mean any harm in doing so and is merely doing what he thinks is right, but will agree to other ideas that others have, provided that they are "good" or "not evil".

Despite his seemingly nice personality, there are plenty of hints of a much more “concerning” side of himself that causes people to often become afraid of him or even just a bit shaken up.

Appearance:

Ren is a young man with a slender figure, though not without some faint traces of muscles. He has fair-colored skin, long light-shade of lavender hair that reaches his thighs with a good amount of his hair tied back into a half-ponytail along with two distinct locks of hair in front of his face, and heterochromatic eyes; his right eye being purple and his left eye being yellow-green.

Ren’s outfit is rather simple and “plain”; he wears a white “jacket” with thin yellow outlines, detached long sleeves of the same style, tied around the top of his arms by a red cord, and a red tassel each attached to a violet gem clasped around at the hem of the sleeves; underneath his coat consists of gold neck and shoulder armor pads attached to a light purple top, and a sleeveless black top. He also wears silver-colored armor gauntlets with black gloves that don’t cover his middle and ring fingers.

He appears to be wearing coattails of the same style as his top, with its insides having the pattern of clouds, tied in place by a red and yellow sash, which in turn is tied up with a cord of a lighter shade of red. His greaves are a light grey with yellow outlines and a red X on each of the front along with black soles-- though they appear to be more reminiscent of sandals.

Occasionally, he would wear an equally white hood and scarf to cover his face.

His Vision is casually tied to his right side, at the third/bottom cord.

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ADDITIONAL NOTES:

If you want to go drinking with Ren, then hope to whichever god/Archon out there that your liver won’t die on you cause he’s a dreadful drinking companion to have due to his seemingly bottomless alcohol tolerance.

He absolutely sucks at using any projectile weapons; be it a bow, a gun, or even a slingshot. It actually makes him sheepish to admit that there’s one thing he isn’t good at.

Ren’s disliked food is sweets. It’s the one thing that he’s actually vocal about despite his usually passive personality. To quote from him, “I don’t really know what it is I like about them~... maybe it’s how the taste just assaults my entire mouth all at once? Ahaha~.”

His real name is Haruki Takizakura. Although he prefers not to mention his real name and instead introduces himself by his alias of "Ren".

[wandering-genshinsimp]

RARITY: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

BIO

Full Name: “Ren” 

Sex/Gender: Male

Birthday: July 15th

Constellation: Aquila

Region: Inazuma

Affiliation: None

Special Dish: Barbecued Skewered Chicken

Vision: Electro

Weapon: Sword

Voice Actors: Akira Ishida (JP)

Titles: Pilgrim Swordsman

           Mysterious Hooded Figure

 PROFILE

Introduction:

“People speak of encounters they’ve had of a wandering swordsman in a white hood-- be it being saved from monsters or treasure hoarders, being escorted through a rather dangerous terrain, or even as simple and mundane as carrying your heavy luggage for you. Very few people get to see underneath this Good Samaritan’s hood, but the few that do say that it may be for the best, as they say that while his features were kind and soft, it almost seemed like they were in the presence of something that threatened their very existence.” 

– Official description

Personality:

“A [Hero of Justice] who defends the weak with a smile, yet appears to be [inhumane] and distant.”

Ren appears to be a simple person on the surface; he’s confident in his abilities yet very humble and polite when interacting with other people, he always has a positive outlook and tries to encourage other people to be their best self, is outgoing enough to be able to talk with other people no problem, and always stands up for those who are being bullied. In short, Ren is a relatively good-natured and kind person.

While he generally makes airheaded and seemingly brash decisions -- such as crossing a river head-on to get to the next destination, or even suggesting to fight Hillichurl camp after Hillichurl camp consecutively to clear up the entire area quicker -- Ren doesn’t mean any harm in doing so and is merely doing what he thinks is right, but will agree to other ideas that others have usually.

Despite his seemingly nice personality, there are plenty of hints of a much more “concerning” side of himself that causes people to often become afraid of him or even just a bit shaken up.

Appearance: 

Ren is a young man with a slender figure, though not without some faint traces of muscles. He has fair-colored skin, long light-shade of lavender hair that reaches his thighs with a good amount of his hair tied back into a half-ponytail along with two distinct locks of hair in front of his face, and heterochromatic eyes; his right eye being purple and his left eye being yellow-green. 

Ren’s outfit is rather simple and “plain”; he wears a white “jacket” with thin yellow outlines, detached long sleeves of the same style, tied around the top of his arms by a red cord, and a red tassel each attached to a violet gem clasped around at the hem of the sleeves; underneath his coat consists of gold neck and shoulder armor pads attached to a light purple top, and a sleeveless black top. He also wears silver-colored armor gauntlets with black gloves that don’t cover his middle and ring fingers. 

He appears to be wearing coattails of the same style as his top, with its insides having the pattern of clouds, tied in place by a red and yellow sash, which in turn is tied up with a cord of a lighter shade of red. His greaves are a light grey with yellow outlines and a red X on each of the front along with black soles-- though they appear to be more reminiscent of sandals.

Occasionally, he would wear an equally white hood and scarf to cover his face.

His Vision is casually tied to his right side, at the third/bottom cord.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

If you want to go drinking with Ren, then hope to whichever god/Archon out there that your liver won’t die on you cause he’s a dreadful drinking companion to have. 

He absolutely sucks at using any projectile weapons; be it a bow, a gun, or even a slingshot. It actually makes him sheepish to admit that there’s one thing he isn’t good at.

Ren’s disliked food is sweets. It’s the one thing that he’s actually vocal about despite his usually passive personality. To quote from him, “I don’t really know what it is I like about them~... maybe it’s how the taste just assaults my entire mouth all at once? Ahaha~.”

[spiritmaiden23]

FIVE AESTHETICS TAG

EMOTIONS  /  FEELINGS

Optimism.  --  After everything that happened, you manage to cling to your faith. Your optimism shines brightest when placed in others. You unquestionably think the world of them, of him most of all. Everyone has the potential to do their best! Sometimes, they need a little push, but that's something you provide a little too eagerly.

Spirited.  --  You're someone who knows how to find the fun in things. You're a natural lighthearted, and easy-going sort of person. For the most part, that is, because, whenever you get serious, all of those previous traits go out the window. However, despite that, you're always happy to share your joy with others and providing said joy through various means. And teasing others can be pretty fun too, so sometimes you can be a little mischievous! But it's all in good fun, you promise! Just be careful because, sometimes, your positive energy may not rub off too well on others. 

Emotional.  --  Someone who wears their passionate heart on their sleeve. Well tuned with your passions, you're empathetic to a fault. There's nothing too wrong with that, but sometimes you can be a slave to your emotions, not taking much time to step back for a moment. Yet, you have displayed growth in this after your awakening, thanks to a mentor and friend.

Responsible.  --  Responsible is your middle name! You're a pretty reliable person due to how dedicated you are to completing whatever tasks you have at hand. One might say you can be a little too committed, but you never saw anything wrong with that. You will keep whatever promise you can make and see things through. After all, you carried out the goddess' mission to the very end, it's all over now.

Wise.  --  In the end, however, wisdom runs through your veins. While intelligent enough to the point where you will devour any texts you may get your hands on, you carry a deep understanding of the world. Though a bit more emotional, logic will persist in the end, and you have learned to fall back onto wisdom more than ever. Certain choices hurt so much, but you know this to be the right one no matter how much pain it may cause to you and others around you. 

COLORS

Pink.  --  An adorable color you've been fond of since your youth! You have a weakness for all shades. It's not a stretch to say you love any bright colors the warmth of them all is appealing to you. 

White.  --  The color that has been with you throughout both lives. You feel a little conflicted about this color, you admire its purity. But. It's stifling in a sense where the color reminds you of your past life and your duties. 

Lavender.  --  This color is more bearable than white. There's a soothing sense to it, and you feel calm and assured. 

Green.  --  It should be pretty clear why you have an attachment to this color, no? The surface greeted you with warm greenery, the goddess of courage proudly wore this color, the spring comes painting the world in this color, and your dear friend was simply made for this color. It evokes bravery to you, strange as that may sound to others. 

Blue.  --  Blue skies still hang over you as you stand on the earth. The stretch of blue has always been a constant in your life, and now you can't imagine your life without it. And, during your long sleep, his blue eyes were all that you saw within your fleeting dreams.

SCENTS

Earth.  --  You fell in love with nature and everything it'd provided for you, including the scents. While fresh air is always refreshing, you adore the smell of Faron Woods the most. Namely during springtime! 

Cotton.  --  A funny choice, huh? But it's something you worked around for who knows how long now. The nights spent sewing or knitting away were comforting moments for you. 

Books.  --  Some may call you a bookworm but, in your humble opinion, there's nothing better than the smell of fresh pages, thank you very much! Although you do carry a soft spot for more ancient pages too. 

Floral.  --  You don't ask a mother to pick her favorite child, so how can anyone ask for you to choose a favorite flower when you adore each scent?! They're so comforting, each scent unique as the flower itself. Sometimes, you'll collect a few from Faron Woods and create a nice little bouquet. Filling your home with a floral scent all while brightening up the place.

Leather and iron.  --  It... uh, it sounds unique. Some might even call it strange, but the smell brings you back to the days where you trained to become a knight alongside classmates and your dear friend. 

CLOTHING

Ribbons.  --  You have a pretty fun way of putting ribbons in your hair! Rather than a simple bow, you like to wrap various ones around your hair framing your face and low ponytail or even wrap it around with other hair styles like braids! Sometimes, you'll put it around like a headband, and a little bow. Hey! You like to switch things up a bit!

Bracelets and necklaces.  --  Such cute accessories you love which can go with almost any outfit you decided to wear that day! Sometimes, you find yourself fiddling with them, but you'll try to wear one or two or more every day! Yet, there's only one bracelet that you cherish more than anything. A lavender set, where you gave one half to your friend. Yet, she'd returned it to you. And you didn't even get to thank her face to face for everything that she has done. You don't have earrings, strange... 

Dresses and skirts. -- What can you say? You have a fondness for those articles of clothing. Of course, because you're pretty active and always running around the place, leggings are also part of your ensemble, but you tend to wear skirts that come to your shins which helps with...!

Boots.  --  Showing off your nice leather boots, of course! You prefer boots above all other shoes, they're perfect for travel, and very comfortable too. The sandals you wore while traveling around the surface were nice, but boots would've been an ideal choice. 

Belts and sashes.  --  A nice way to finish off your outfits! You're a girl who loves to dress cute, and dress to impress more yourself, and perhaps a certain hero. Once, you wore the sailcloth around your shoulders, you'd like to try doing something like that again.

OBJECTS

Books and scrolls.  --  Since you were young, you always found yourself spending nights in your father's archives reading whatever you could. Your room's filled with so many books it can leave someone's head spinning. Whether fictional novels, textbooks, historical books, etc. You loved to read them all, the sky's the limit!

Harp.  --  It's a lovely instrument, and you prefer to hear the hero play it more than yourself. It sounds more enchanting whenever he plays it. You are aware its your bias staining your views.

Yarn, knitting needles, and sewing supplies.  --  It's a past time you adore, even to this day. Without your handy little kit, you wouldn't be able to make any of the incredible stuff you had!

Strange green doll.  --   You saw him in a dream and saw the little guy pop in various texts as well. A man dressed in green who believed himself to be a fairy. Or chosen by the fairies? You can't exactly remember the details, but he was apparently a charm for safe travels and good fortune. It couldn't help to find a few rupees here and there. You're starting to think that perhaps you should make more of this fella for friends...

Wooden Indigo carving.  --  A wood carving of your beloved loft wing made by your dear friend. It was one of the first items you took when moving down to the surface! Whenever you would look at it, you can't hide the glee that makes your heart flutter. Your friend is amazing in everything, isn't he?! You're pretty proud of that fact.

(bonus) Master sword. -- It's not something you own, nor do you have any plans to own the sword. But she's someone who you hold dear to your heart. Without the spirit inside of the sword forged by your hero, you couldn't even imagine how things would've turned out. Fi was a companion that your friend bonded with during his search for you. You're grateful for how Fi helped him out. 

VICES  /  BAD HABITS

Stubborn.  --  You may call it tenacious and see nothing wrong with it, but others will call it as it is: stubbornness. Once you have your mind set on something, there's no stopping you. At times, this can get you into deep trouble.  

Worrywart.  --  You transform into a different person when it comes to this! You can be nosy and interfere with whatever business someone may have and step on in without input. It does not help that you tend to jump the gun. You're a restless busybody, many would say. It comes from compassion and concern, but it can annoy or anger certain people. While the damage is done, you are pretty remorseful of the fact and try to make up for it however you can.

Overly encouraging/positive.  --  It somewhat goes hand in hand with your worrywart tendencies. It's because you see the best in everyone that drives you to be a busybody in the first place. That said, while a positive attitude isn't always bad, it can across different to someone depending on the time and situation. You can make naive choices and even come across as a bit insensitive whenever your attempts at cheering up others may not translate well. 

Temper.  --  Not something that pops up very often, but there are chances of it nevertheless depending on how wronged you feel or if someone were to do something you don't agree with. Bullying is a big one for you. You don't exactly hold grudges, as your anger is pretty short-lived, sadly not many people take your ire seriously either. It's something you can't hope to understand why. You tend to scold people more than anything. 

Self-sacrificing.  --  Oh dear, it plays into how responsible you are to a fault. You are not afraid to give up your all if it means saving everyone. You tend to keep your intentions a secret and run off on your own to finish the job. Placing you in great danger since no one's around to help. Not that you intend to have anyone help you, it's something you want to do with your own hands. You love too much. You care too much. You are willing to do anything to protect the lands and people in it, loved ones and him. Ah... you have died because of this... twice. But, it seems like this part of you will never go away, huh?.

BODY LANGUAGE

A bright smile on your face, her pink cheeks becoming darker! You're full of good cheer and very expressive. Sometimes, you'll even do that encouraging fist pump! It's easy to read your mind since your face is an open book. While your soft giggles are sometimes hidden behind your hand, you're someone who likes to laugh aloud. Towards the one you like, you're not afraid to lean forward just a tad bit. Sometimes, you'll push someone off of some high place. 

Laced hands and a gaze filled with concern. You'll press your lips as you try to figure out just how to ease your said concern. Until resolve enters your gaze, sometimes some might take that as not being a good thing.

You liked to hug the goddess harp close to your chest during your journey. Sometimes, you still do this whenever you go off with it to pray to the gods. It's a bit of a comfort thing and something you wished to protect. At the time, you couldn't understand why but now...

Holding someone's hands, hugging, whatever other contact you're not shy about showing skin ship towards friends and loved ones. It's your way of showing, shoot, everything! 

Your hand on your hip is never a good sign when it comes to you. Your eyes are usually narrowed here, and once you open your mouth this is when you start your lecture. Although sometimes, this position can just be you taking charge too. 

Hands covering your face as tears roll down your cheeks. You're smiling, though, because it's finally all over. You save your tears until the very end. Or try, telling your best friend of your plans did have you cry a bit. 

AESTHETICS

Birds, free as can be, flying off into the distance. Whether loftwings or the smaller birds found on the surface, it's a sight that you'll never grow tired of.

Streaming rivers and comforting holy springs. Water dripping from golden hair and your fingertips. You have an affinity for water, something tied closely with the goddess of wisdom. 

Gold spilling from your hands, beautiful, warm gold. The gold of the goddess harp. The gold of the triforce. It's a lovely power, tied to the divine. Something you're both a part of yet not. 

Leaves dancing with the morning wind, grass with dew on them, the early sun vanquishing the night air in that soft glow. another great day is ahead! so you're up with the world, now time to wake up a certain sleepyhead!

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[israelskelton]

GENERAL full name: 091918105012 (ISRAEL) / Israel Jannick Skelton age/dob: 33 (17), February 14th, 1989 / February 14th, 2011  height: 5'10" (1.78 m) weight: 167.55 lbs ethnicity: Jewish / Scandinavian gender: Male hair: Dark brown eyes: Hazel scars: Faint neck scar due to full laryngectomy, back scarring from punishments, prominent abdominal scar stretching across his abdomen below his umbilicus, burn scar on his inner right thigh where his barcode tattoo was. tattoos: 091918105012 / Barcode on his inner right thigh until he burned it off during the Siege. piercings: None languages: Danish, English, German, Icelandic, Latin, French ASL, LSF, DGS, DTS, Computer languages. education: Homeschooled for primary school, Yale University. Has a B.S. in Microbiology with a double minor in Robotics and Chemistry, M.S. Psychology and a minor in Biochemistry, was in the middle of going for his Ph.D. in Genetics online at Yale before his arrest. occupation: Former Microbiologist for the Factory sexual identification: Homoflexible / Aceflux romantic identification: Polyromantic / Aroflux temperament: Choleric / Melancholic myers briggs type: INTJ moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral, "Free Spirit" SPECIFICS favorite food: Smørrebrød favorite drink: Coffee favorite brand: Burberry favorite place: His lab favorite hobby: Chemistry, anatomy, biology, languages, hacking, computers, robotics, architecture, book restoration, car restoration, model building, hunting, inventing, biohacking, genetics, self-experimentation, being a general nuisance to those that get under his skin. favorite artist: Jackson Pollock favorite musician: Machine Gun Kelly favorite tv show: Forensic Files favorite movie: Blade Runner favorite book: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick favorite scent: Blood, sandal wood, burning leaves favorite colour: Red favorite texture: Cold metal and glass favorite person: No one / Anyone he has become close to / Nolan, Jeremiel, Stassi, Effy, Eden, Vibora, Gabe, Seth, Theus, Deacon, Tesla. RANDOM list five things they like: Heights, cold weather, inventing, hunting, biohacking. list five things they dislike: Being forced to do things, broken promises, being touched without consent, feeling abandoned, restrictive rules. pet peeve: Not being able to remember things, when things are out of place, foot-tapping, being “manhandled”, those who are blindly loyal to Covaire, PDA, being picked up, being looked down upon due to his status, restrictive rules. personality types they prefer: ESTJ, INTJ, ISTP, ENTJ, INTP, INFJ, INFP, ENFP personality types they avoid: ESFJ, ISFJ, ESTP, ESFP, ISFP, ENTP, INFP, ENFJ list three things they like about themselves: His intellect and adaptability, his steady hands, his hair. list three things they dislike about themselves: His inability to connect to others easily/getting attached to them after while, control issues/his destructive idealism/ideology, his healing factor. fashion style: casual dress (khaki pants and a tee-shirt) / fashionable casual (button down and khakis) list two sex positions they prefer: doggy style, butterfly list two sex positions they avoid: N/A

[justlookatthosesausages]

“Lift the Spirit” :: a post-Frozen 2 Elsamaren fanfic

Chapter 1: The way I see you 

Elsa was sitting against a tree and silently reading a book in the evening light of the Forest, enjoying the last rays of sun enlightened by the warm smell of flowers and distant cooking at the camp. She had chosen to sit away from everyone to have a bubble of relaxation and time for herself, but not too far however, to still make sure that everything was alright. Anna often compared her to a house cat, and she was on point; not too close, not too far, quietly observing and enjoying the peaceful settings. Only the chirping sounds of Nature punctuated her silence, which she loved as she turned the pages slowly, her eyes dancing along the lines of the book set on her thighs as she had bent her legs. 

Bruni was drowsy and quiet on her shoulder, only half asleep in the same way she was only half distant from the village. The guardians of the Forest were constantly vigilant; even if then, the moment was devoted to pure relaxation. 

She could feel the tiny salamander’s belly move with its fast but steady breathing on her bare shoulder, and in a way, it reassured her. Fire and ice surprisingly paired well. As time passed, the sun started to get low and disappear behind the West mountains. At some point, she had to squint to read the lines, and Bruni noticed the tension in her neck. He opened his eyes, blinked and looked at the Snow Queen who was struggling to see words, but wouldn’t stop her reading, too stubborn as she had reached an interesting part. 

Bruni noticed her frown and peeped, then set his tiny back on fire to give her light. Elsa muttered a ‘Thank you’, deep in her reading, then once she was done with the paragraph, smiled and waved her fingers to reward the Fire Spirit with fresh snowflakes. Bruni happily chewed on them with crunchy noises and satisfied chirps. He rested his head against her shoulder again, enjoying the forever fresh skin and sighing in content. Elsa flipped another page, when suddenly, a huge sound of explosion resounded in front of them. 

Bruni jumped in the air in fright at the loud noise, and squealed in surprise when Elsa stood up in a startle. 

What the hell was that? 

It had come straight from the village, and Elsa could now hear the sound of Northuldra raising their voices, which with the distance, meant that they were screaming. 

The Snow Queen’s eyes widened, and she dropped her book on the ground. Next to it, Bruni landed in a smooth move, looking at the village with waving nostrils, then back up at Elsa to know what to do. 

“That sounded like an explosion, a gun fire even. Come!” 

The Fire Spirit chirped in agreement of his participation. If there was a fire, he could take care of it in even less time than it would take for Elsa to put it off. 

As they started to run to the camp, the blonde saw that her bare feet would soon meet rocky dust on the path, so she pointed at behind her with her left hand and waved at the ice sandals she had left near the tree. In a swirl of snowflakes, the sandals flew to her, opened their straps, and clipped to her feet as she was running. 

She entered the village with a literal and figurative squall, her azure blue eyes darting from one spot to the other to find the source of the explosion. Before she even found it, she noticed that none of the Northuldra actually seemed scared or concerned. Only a few turned to her presence and smiled at her, wondering why she had arrived so fast. Elsa then spotted a few Northuldra talking loudly to a brown-haired one around the fire, and next to them, something that she clearly didn’t expected: Honeymaren, standing and watching. Or rather, the opposite of standing, as she was bending in two and wheezing with laughter, while, Elsa now recognized, Ryder was getting scolded by elder Northuldra. 

The blonde blinked at the sight of her wife laughing to tears at her brother’s clumsiness. She quickly forgot all the adrenaline and urge of the situation now that the possibility of danger had been removed, and that she was blessed with the aura of the love of her life giggling. 

“This is not funny.” Mumbled Ryder once the elders were gone. “I didn’t know that this powder was explosive.” 

“Why did you even think that this was pepper?” Wheezed Honeymaren. 

“I don’t know!” Blushed the man furiously. “It’s black and it’s powder!! How is it not the same?!” 

“Rule number one, little brother: smell the thing before you pour it into soup.” 

She then gasped and immediately stopped laughing. “Wait, you were about to put something you don’t even know about in the soup that I was going to eat? That we were all going to eat?” 

Ryder mumbled and looked down. “I assumed it was pepper…” 

Honeymaren laughed nervously. “Well, we avoided food poisoning, thanks Ahtohallan.” 

He kept mumbling. “I hate when it’s my turn to do the cooking for the tribe. I’d rather go take care of the dyes three times a day than prepare dinner.” 

Her sister stopped laughing and tapped his shoulder in support. “Skills come with time. Everyone has to do everything. You’re gonna make it, Ryder, trust me.” 

“Thanks”, he replied, still mumbling. 

He eventually rose his eyes to his sister. “You make a great leader. I mean, apart from the moment you mocked me.” 

Honeymaren grinned and winked at him.   

Elsa walked to them, a bit breathless as her panic still had way to go down. 

“So that was just a simple explosion? Nobody got hurt?” 

They turned to her. Honeymaren smiled fondly at her wife’s concern. “No, nobody got hurt. It’s okay.” 

Elsa nodded, and the brunette could see on her neck how fast her heart was still beating, and her nervous nod as she stared at the kettle of soup. 

“Where were you?” She inquired. “We actually were looking everywhere for you.”

“Oh, I was deep into that novel Anna introduced me to on last Yule. I didn’t see the time go by.”

Honeymaren looked at the sky, then frowned. “I’m worried for your vision…” 

“It’s fine, Bruni provided light.” Smiled Elsa. 

The Fire Spirit, who had been following her and was now staring at the flames under the kettle, chirped up to Honeymaren. 

“That doesn’t change my mind. You shouldn’t read with such little light. What if Bruni hadn’t been there? How many times did you read books in evenings without light?” 

Elsa crossed her arms. “How many times did you read maps in the main hut after we return from our explorations, with even less light?” 

Honeymaren bent her head exaggeratedly. She got a point. 

“Yep, I saw you.” Smirked Elsa, knowing she won. “See? My vision is excellent.” 

The Northuldra smiled. “Well, now I’m keeping an eye on you.” She said, gesturing back and forth between them with two pointed fingers. 

Elsa smiled tenderly. “Glad to see that my wife’s sight will never leave me.” 

Ryder eyerolled. “Are you two done talking about eyes? I’m trying to focus here.” 

The blonde turned to him, a hand on her hip. 

“I could have left you alone. If I didn’t get interrupted in my reading.” Stared Elsa. 

Ryder blushed, now idly playing with the end of the wood spoon. 

The blonde then sighed. “I dropped my book on the ground though. I should go pick it up…” 

Gale sensed her need and descended from the top of the pines where they were playing with birds, to float around the discarded book and pick it up. They crossed the path back and put it in Elsa’s hands. 

“Thank you, dear.” Smiled the blonde. She then frowned. “Wait, you didn’t pick up my bookmark?” 

Gale did a twirl in the air that looked like an interrogation mark. 

“The bookmark.” Answered Elsa. “You know, the little band of paper that was with it? And it has a string attached to it.” 

An instant of silence passed as Gale chimed in return. 

“Why would I use that?” Repeated the blonde, blinking. “Because it’s useful! We use it to mark the book! What? No, I can’t simply remember where I left at…”

Honeymaren watched with amusement as Elsa continued to explain to the Wind Spirit what a bookmark is, and laughed internally because she loved when the Snow Queen struggled to describe the utility of some objects used by humans to the Spirits. It was especially funny with Gale, because while Nokk was cranky, Bruni inattentive, and the Giants quite literally headstrong, the Wind Spirit loved to tease Elsa about objects that actually aren’t very useful. 

Elsa finished arguing with Gale until a yawn stretched her mouth, and it was so sudden that she didn’t even get to hide it with her hand. 

Honeymaren giggled. “Long day, uh?” She guessed, knowing that tiredness was the only reason for the blonde to be this grumpy. 

Elsa sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. 

“I got to admit, yes.” 

Gale chimed in a tender laughter, then brushed her hair. The Snow Queen was too exhausted to even groan at their gesture. 

Honeymaren smiled and walked to her to gently circle her hips with her arm. “Come. We’re about to serve dinner anyway. You can go to bed right after.” 

“Don’t wanna…” Mumbled Elsa, her hold however warm against Honeymaren.

It made the brunette laugh. “The Forest isn’t going to be in danger if you go to sleep early for once, you cute dork.”

This time, Elsa groaned at the tease. Honeymaren figured that she had been reading a book to relax from her day, but it was a bit too effective. As they walked to join the other Northuldra around the fire, she could see how the blonde was giving up on her strength and even laying against her wife’s body. 

They sat down along with all the tribe on the trunks disposed all around the central fire, and started eating. 

Soon, Elsa stirred a bit. She didn’t shiver when she was feeling cold, as one of the assets of being blessed with ice and snow powers by Ahtohallan meant that the cold wasn’t bothering - an asset Honeymaren was envious of - but that didn’t prevent the blonde to feel uncomfortable when night fell with a particular humidity. The brunette obviously noticed. 

“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” 

She gently sit Elsa up, and crossed the Northuldra circle to trot to their hut. Elsa frowned at she wondered why she went there. When her lover got out and held something that she had picked up from inside, she squinted to understand what it was through the blur of the heat rising up from the central fire. 

She came back to sit next to her, and prompted Elsa to rest her head against her shoulder again. 

“What is it?” Blinked tiredly the blonde, trying to sharpen her sight. 

“When you cuddled against me, I noticed the way you rubbed your arms. It’s a humid night tonight. Here.” 

Ryder smiled as he saw Honeymaren unfold what she had been holding, wrapping her wife and her in a familiar brown scarf. 

“Our scarf…” Mumbled Elsa. 

A flashback came to her mind. 

///////

“I like this brown color. You two have chosen well. I can’t figure out why, but this color really represent your couple.” Complimented Anna, observing her curling herself in the shawl. “Maybe because it’s the color of the tree barks, or the hut, or maybe Honeymaren’s eyes.” 

Elsa chuckled. “Maybe.” 

Anna sat down next to her on the Arendelle’s castle couch. She smiled. “Are you alright? I know that this week of mandatory royal meetings isn’t fun, especially for you who isn’t used to it anymore, and is away from the Forest for all that time.” 

“I’m fine. Wait, did you think I was feeling down?” 

Anna bit her lip. “Well, you used to wear Mother’s scarf when you were upset, but as I haven’t seen you getting worried for many years, I was wondering what was on your mind. Are you cuddling to it for comfort?” 

Elsa smiled, especially at the warmth in Anna’s voice. “Yeah. It also smells like Honeymaren, which is a lovely bonus.” 

She closed her eyes and lowered her nose as the shawl was enveloping her, and she inhaled the unique scent of her wife, which always brought her up in the clouds. 

“I like the little reindeers sewed on it.” Smiled Anna. 

“I made them.” 

“You did?”

“Yes, just like she weaved the snowflakes and Spirits unity symbols. This is how it’s made: every member of the new family make motives that represent someone else. She sewed what she loves about me, I sewed what I love about her.”

“New family?” Repeated the younger with a grin. 

Elsa nodded. “I’ll always remember what Yelena told us… We were picking up berries and licken that day, and she took the opportunity to be alone with us two near a bush to have a private moment.” 

The redhead dropped her elbow on the top of the couch and leaned her cheek against her hand, listening closely. 

Elsa smiled emotionally at the memory. “She said… ‘Now that you’re a couple, and officially devoted through each other through a lifetime union, you represent a family.’ Yes, I said that it was just the two of us, and that we didn’t have children, so it was maybe too exaggerated… And she answered… ‘Dear, even if you are two people, it’s still a family. In fact, many families in the history of Northuldra are just one parent with one child.’” 

“This is beautiful.” Murmured Anna. 

Elsa nodded again, and tears filled her eyes as another memory seized her with soul. “She then added that…” 

She gulped as her throat tightened. 

“That she had never seen a more lovely couple than ours. She said that we represent what the Northuldra always have represented, and the promise of peace that the Arendellians will forever stand to. The Spirits of Nature and Sami people united eternally. The former Queen of Arendelle devoting her life to who would become the Northuldra leader.” 

Elsa rose a hand from under the scarf to quickly rub the tear that had fallen from her eye. Anna looked at her tenderly, then at the scarf. 

“And Honeymaren and you are close and combined just like the weaving of this scarf.” 

The blonde smiled. “Actually, the evening that followed, I asked Honeymaren to come in our hut to talk with her. And I asked her if she wanted to weave a familial scarf together.” 

Elsa grinned. “She melted into tears. I’ve never seen her cry this much since we did our double proposal.” 

“Aww. And to say I thought that nothing could top such an awesome thing than the scarf… The story behind it is even better.” 

Elsa’s eyes looked at the ceiling, dreamily. “The day after, we started to sew it hand in hand - quite literally, because it requires mutual work - and it took us several days. But I’m deeply proud of the result.” 

“No wonder why you always admire it.” Grinned Anna. 

///////

Elsa returned to present time, now idly playing with the strings ends of the fabric.

“Our scarf…” She murmured. 

Despite the clear fatigue, Honeymaren also heard some emotion in her voice, and smiled tenderly as she held Elsa closer, her body now covered by the warm shawl. 

“Just relax, okay? It’s what you intended to do with reading anyway. Here, have some more soup, and we’ll put you to bed right after we finish the meal.” Smiled Honeymaren. 

After the blonde emptied her bowl, Ryder served another round of soup, Northuldra happily willing to get their bowls refilled. In fact, most of the tribe asked to have some soup again. Ryder’s face light up at the flames of the fire. “You do?” 

“Of course. It’s a really good meal you’ve made us today, Ryder.” Complimented the Sami standing next to him, and many others around her nodded in agreement. 

The man smiled broadly, and with tearful eyes, he filled every bowl he could until the kettle was empty. Once he sat down, and watched the tribe eat and drink the soup with smiles as they were all resuming their conversations, he let out a happy sigh. 

Honeymaren’s hand was on his shoulder again. “See? And with practice, your cooking will be even better.” 

“Thank you.” Smiled the man. 

A silence passed, and Honeymaren felt a slow and warm breathing on her shoulder. Elsa had fallen asleep. 

For the Queen of Ice and Snow, she actually had a very warm aura when she was peacefully sleeping. Honeymaren smiled tenderly, her heart soaring just like every time she got to lay eyes on her beautiful sleeping wife. She passed a hand in her platinum blonde hair, and caressed her cheek to wake her up just enough. 

“Time for us to go to sleep.” Murmured Honeymaren. 

While Elsa emerged, she turned to Ryder. “We’re going to the hut. Good night.” 

“‘Night.” Greeted Ryder with a smile. 

The Northuldra leader saluted her tribe with warm nods and smiles, then nudged Elsa slightly for her to stand up. However, she was either too tired to do so, or too reluctant. Probably both. 

Honeymaren shook her head. “You want me to carry you to bed in bridal style, uh?” 

Elsa actually didn’t answer, her head tilting back. Honeymaren hold it right in time, and put it against her chest before passing a hand in her back and the other under her knees. The blonde weighed like a feather, so she had no trouble to lift her at all, especially with her huntress muscles. Their scarf now was covering Elsa’s body as she walked her wife to their hut - under the tender gazes of some Northuldra who couldn’t help but stare -  and Honeymaren carefully watch it to not make it slip down as she passed the door and closed it behind them. 

“There.” 

She grinned as she watched her lover. 

Even if Elsa rarely drank and therefore rarely was drunk (for she was a lightweight and it happened systematically), when the blonde had a long day, her extreme tiredness made her look like she was inebriated.

One time, Honeymaren was looking for her after a particularly exhausting day, and had found her standing still among the reindeers in their paddock. 

“What are you doing here?” She had asked, climbing the fence to join her and make sure that everything was alright. 

When she saw that tears were covering her face and that they kept falling, her heart had split in two. What had happened to put her in such a state? 

“Elsa, what’s wrong?” She had whispered with deep worry. 

The blonde then had lifted her arms tiredly with a tearful and disappointed sigh. 

“I don’t have enough hands to pet them all.”

Then she had burst in tears again. 

From that day on, Honeymaren had sworn to always keep an eye on her to see when she was tired and avoid such stupid situations. She also had sworn to always try her best not to laugh at her lover’s tired craziness. 

She gently put her on the bed, and Elsa instinctively rolled in the scarf, the lights of the hut enhancing the brown color of the shawl. 

Honeymaren smiled and lifted her head to look at the hovering sources. Floating ice photophores that Elsa had made during the past year were bathing the hut in a light that Honeymaren undoubtedly now associated with the word and feeling of ‘home’. Only Elsa was able to turn the blue color into something warm, protective and reassuring. The kandle jars had many different shapes, which the brunette particularly loved. Some were rounds, some were squared, some had crossed lines, other had tiles motives, and every time she would spend a relaxing moment staring at them, she would find new intricate details, and her love for them grew even more. There were seven of them constantly floating around in their hut, and Elsa added more if that was necessary. 

Honeymaren replaced the candles in them herself, and she quietly laughed at the memory of that one time when the blonde had purposely made a photophore float near the ceiling and made it impossible to reach to change the candle. 

She appreciated that, whether Elsa was asleep or not, they would always slowly fly around the hut, and project pretty motives on the walls, the flames inside dancing and forming dreamy moments. 

She blew and each every one of them while Elsa laid on the pelts. Then in the dark, she lifted Elsa’s body to place her on her side of the bed, and replaced the shawl by the pelts. Even if she looked very comfortable in it, and it was heartbreaking to take it off her arms, Honeymaren knew that she found her tangled in it several times on mornings, so she had the wise measure to store it away. She folded it slowly, admiring once more the motives that Elsa had weaved for her, and put it on one of the wooden furnitures of their large hut. She then went under the pelts next to her lover, and kissed her forehead, then the side of her neck. 

Elsa opened drowsy eyes. 

“‘M’too tired…” 

“I know, snømus, I know. But you should melt your outfit or turn it into your nightgown. You spent all day in it, and crossed rivers and climbed mountains with it. Taking it off will make you sleep better.”

Elsa moaned a slight protest, but she was right. In fact, her wife was right most of the time. She lazily flicked her wrist under the pelts, and in a glow of bright magic, the white mixture of snow and ice she had been wearing turned into a more flexible and skin-like clothing. 

“D’ne.” Muttered Elsa, and just like that, after the casual miracle, she fell back to sleep. 

She instinctively shifted as Honeymaren laid loving eyes on her, letting her spoon her with her back turned to her. 

The Northuldra happily obliged, and as her eyelids went heavy as well, she felt Elsa’s hand move under she pelts, and she smiled when her fingers touched the blonde’s wrist covered with a leather band; it hadn’t left her since their wedding day. 

Well, ‘wedding’ was the word Anna kept using. In Northuldra culture, it was more of a union ceremony. However, Honeymaren liked the Arendellian culture as well. She lifted Elsa’s left wrist to look at the leather bracelet closely, with her own left hand so she could see her ring at the same time. They had chosen to mix their traditions; Elsa had crafted her a tailored ice ring with her magic, and Honeymaren had knitted her a leather bracelet. Many times, her friends from both the tribe and the kingdom had underlined how this exchange perfectly represented their now iconic couple. 

She had loved the way Elsa had reacted tearfully when she had learned that Northuldra symbolized their marital union with handfasting, tying hands together to show their engagement. When she learned that it was a literal knot to prove their link in any meaning of the term, and that the two members of the couple had to wear it for the whole day of ceremony and never break it, she was already excited and picking up leather colors. 

The brunette smiled at the memory, and delicately put her hand back to where it was, next to Elsa’s face on the pillow, where she liked to place them. 

Honeymaren kissed her neck one more time, then closed her eyes. 

She frowned as she suddenly heard a munching sound, and lifted her head to look at the bottom of the bed, then to the entrance of the hut. Near the door, Elsa had discarded her ice sandals, and was too tired to remember to melt them. A mischievous salamander had grasped that rare opportunity and was happily chewing on the ice loops and ornaments. 

“Bruni!” Scolded the Northuldra in a whisper. 

The Fire Spirit popped some sparks in surprise as he saw that he was busted, and widened his eyes when he saw Honeymaren’s deep hazelnut ones staring at him in the dimmed light. With a little snarl, he took one of the sandals in his teeth and walked backwards off the hut with the magic shoe in his mouth, taking his snack with him outside. 

Honeymaren puffed and shook her head. She let her head fall in the pillows next to Elsa, and curled against her. The gluttony salamander surely would come back once she falls asleep to steal the second shoe. It didn’t matter, she thought as she cuddled with a smile. Elsa would make new ones in the morning anyway. 

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When Elsa woke up, Honeymaren wasn’t next to her. She patted the empty pelts, blinking tired eyes, then once she saw that her wife was definitely not there, she let her hand slide along the furs, like she could still feel her energy under her fingers. 

She sat up and looked at the empty space with a quiet sigh, then around the room. She pouted when she saw no trace of her. 

She saw by the light passing through the wood that at least half of the morning had passed already, and she understood that she had been even more tired than she thought. She stood up, then stirred and stretched, and walked to the toilet set in a corner of the hut to wash her face. In a spin of ice and snow, she then crafted herself a simple deep blue outfit, slightly reaching purple colors, and it was similar to her Fifth Spirit gear, minus the light ice armor pieces and double train. She couldn’t find her sandals, but just shrugged and crafted new ones. She opened the door of their hut and enjoyed the unique air of the Forest as it caressed her face and invaded her mind. Gods, she thought, this would never get old. 

Elsa walked for a few seconds in the camp until something caught her eye. 

“Kristoff?” She frowned when she noticed the blond hair and beard shining in the morning light on someone who was talking with a few Northuldra. 

Her frown turned into a grin when he turned and she saw that indeed, it was him. 

“Hi, Elsa!”

“Hi!” 

They hugged warmly as a greeting, and she smiled. 

“What are you doing here? I like the impromptu visits, but I’m curious.” 

“I had a delivery for Leaifa. From the gem cutter. His assistant broke his leg and he had to delay the delivery, which I heard about when I passed by the shop yesterday. I suggested my help.” 

Elsa puffed. 

“Don’t you have King duties to attend to?” She smirked, teasing him. 

He knew she was, so he simply shrugged. “I like a break sometimes. And I actually needed to go up North to check on the ice harvesters post, so it was on my way.” 

Elsa then registered what he had said. “Wait, you went to the gem cutter store? Ohhh, so you found an idea to celebrate your 10-year anniversary with Anna.” 

The blond man blushed. How did he let something so important slip his tongue not even a full minute after meeting her? 

“Please don’t tell her.” 

“Of course I won’t.” Eye rolled Elsa. “I know what a surprise is. Don’t tell me what jewel it is, I want the surprise too. She’s gonna love it.” 

“You don’t even know what it is.” 

“I just know she’s gonna love it, because it comes from you.” Smiled Elsa. 

Kristoff smiled back, but soon Elsa was distracted, and she looked behind him and turned on herself to stare at the whole camp. 

“Have you seen Honeymaren?” 

The King bent his head. “For someone who lived reclusively for a good part of her life, and is the most introverted person I know, I’m surprised that you can’t serenely wake up without her by your side.” 

Elsa held her arm, looking a bit nervous, and he knew he hit home. He pointed at a random spot. 

“She’s at the center of the camp, preparing breakfast for everyone.” 

The Snow Queen lifted a sarcastic eyebrow. 

“That’s a really bad lie.” 

“Why?”

“Well, first, it’s way past time for a breakfast. Second, it’s not even Honeymaren’s turn to make breakfast. And even if it were, it doesn’t smell as nice as the following hours after she cooked.” 

Kristoff was stunned. “Waow, you two really are married.” 

Elsa shrugged playfully. “You know the deal.” 

Her face then suddenly turned serious. “Now tell me where she is, Kristoff.” 

She sounded a bit desperate behind that scold. He sighed. “Fine. She’s in the glade, in that direction, down the hill. She wanted to pick flowers to craft you a flower crown. Happy? Good, now I ruined her surprise.” 

“Thank you!” She chirped happily. 

The blond man shook his head as he saw her go.  

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“There’s no need to keep picking the flowers.” Smirked Elsa. “I know what you’re planning to do.” 

Honeymaren startled at her presence, her hand going over her heart at her sudden voice coming from the top of the hill. She gave her a stare, then resumed her actions with a sigh. 

“If you don’t want it, I can give those beautiful purple windflowers to another woman of the tribe.” 

Elsa scoffed at her fake threat and approached. “I want it. Please keep going.”

Honeymaren wasn’t planning on stopping anyway, and well intended to give her wife a flower crown with purples and blues that seemed to be tailor made colors for her. 

“How did you know I was there?” Frowned Honeymaren, though that frown was also due to focus as she tied the stems together. 

“Kristoff told me. He kind of ruined the surprise.” 

“He ruined the surprise or… You begged him to tell you?” 

Elsa blushed. “Second one.” 

She gulped and remained silent. 

“You got that feeling of loss again when you woke up, uh?” Guessed Honeymaren. “Snømus, I’ll never leave you. I’ll forever be by your side. We’re married, remember? That’s quite literally in the contract.” 

Elsa smiled. “Yeah. But you know me.”

“I surely do. Well, now I know that mornings isn’t the best time to make surprises. Noted.” 

“I love your gift idea, though. It’s really nice. And it smells nice as well.” 

She sat down next to her to sniff through the other fresh flowers that Honeymaren had picked and put in a basket, and could be of use in the village. 

The Northuldra smiled at her close presence. “And you know what else smells nice?” 

“Hmm?” 

“You in the morning.” 

She leaned for a kiss, which Elsa returned in a smile. 

“I didn’t even bathe yet.” Giggled the blonde. 

“Oh, don’t worry, you don’t smell terrible. Ahtohallan certainly gifted you that eternal scent of licorice mint along with the package.” 

Elsa eye rolled with a smile and they kissed again. They next spent some time in silence, Honeymaren neatly crafting the flower crown, and Elsa observing tenderly. 

“There. Bend your head.” 

Honeymaren put the flower crown in the platinum blonde hair that drove her crazy in love, and admired how they looked almost yellow in the beaming sunlight. Elsa gave her interrogative azure blue irises. 

“So?” 

The brunette’s cheeks filled with admiration. 

“You’re gorgeous. It suits you well.” 

“Thank you. You’re the one who picked up the flowers.” 

“I know exactly which colors enlighten your face the best, I have to admit.” Said Honeymaren. 

Elsa smiled. “You know, it’s a bit unfair that you don’t have one too.” 

She flicked her wrist. “I’ll recreate the same color tones.” 

Honeymaren chuckled happily as she felt something weight in her hair, as well as heard some ice crafting crunches in her ears. 

“How do I look?” She smiled when Elsa was done, knowing that she had just made a magic ice flower crown for her to match the real one. 

“Breathtakingly beautiful. Like every day.” 

“Okay, I was about to call you show-off, but ‘flirt’ is replacing it now.” 

Said Honeymaren, and Elsa smirked. 

“Hey, want to come with me later to move the herd of reindeers to a new grazing?” 

“Sure. I’ll just have to warn Nokk first. You know how whiny they can get when they learn that I rode a reindeer without telling them.” 

Honeymaren laughed. “I couldn’t tell who’s the most dramatic Spirit with you two in the group.” 

Elsa shook her head. 

“Don’t shake your head to hard, you’re gonna make it fall!” Complained Honeymaren, adjusting the crown on her head. 

“Then don’t say stuff that make me shake my head.” Teased Elsa. 

She melted in the caring touch and eyes Honeymaren had as she kept focusing on the flower crown. That deep concern reminded her of the day before. 

“Sorry for falling asleep like that yesterday.” Mumbled the blonde. 

“Never apologize for it, love. You’re actually adorable when you’re drowsy.” 

Elsa nudged her lovingly. 

“What? It’s true.” Smiled Honeymaren. “There’s just one thing I’m sad about. You didn’t get to sing a lullaby to me.” 

“I’m not gonna sing a lullaby to you every night.” Eye rolled Elsa. 

“Sure you will. You have a very beautiful voice. I want it to fill all of my dreams. I swear, sometimes I wonder if your voice isn’t magical as well.”

The blonde smiled. “It’s funny, Isak said the same thing the other day when I sang him a lullaby to sleep. You really think I have a beautiful voice?”

“Elsa. Seriously?” 

The Snow Queen thought for a moment. Then she remembered how all the animals in the Forest loved to listen when she sang to the Earth Giants. One day, she would have sworn that every noise of the woods had stopped. 

“...Maybe that it’s true, for how many times I received the compliment.” 

“Of course it is. If a five year old boy can tell you, then it’s true.” 

“Isak doesn’t really count. I’m his aunt, and he pretty much worship me, just like Eydis did when she was his age.” 

Honeymaren cuddled closer, nudging her nose with hers. “And don’t I count? I also worship you, with all the more fervor.” 

The blonde grinned with a blush. “Okay, I suppose that it is true then.” 

They kissed, softly, then deeply, until they actually remembered they were humans and supposed to inhale oxygen. They gasped in giggles, and touched their foreheads together, resting in this position. 

“I love this field.” 

“Hmm-hmm.” Smiled Honeymaren, closing her eyes like her, soothed by the vibration of her voice through her head. 

“It’s away from everything. Like we are cut from the rest of the world. We don’t even hear the village or the waterfall nor the river from here.” 

“I know. That’s why you like it so much. Maybe that’s why those flowers are so beautiful. They grow in a quiet place.” 

They opened their eyes to look at the flora surrounding them. Elsa blinked. “Wait, was that a figure of speech? Did you refer to the flowers only, or…?” 

Honeymaren grinned. “It’s open to interpretation.” 

“You hopeless romantic brat.” Chuckled Elsa. 

“You’re the one who heard a figure of speech, you bookworm.” 

Elsa lifted an eyebrow, and waved a finger. The ice hoop of Honeymaren’s flower crown got smaller, and teasingly squeezed her head. 

“Aow! Hey!” 

The blonde giggled and put it back to normal. “Watch your words.” 

“Alright, alright.” Smirked Honeymaren. She then kept her stare. “Keep cool.” 

A silence passed, and the brunette insistently pointed at her magical flower crown made of ice. “Get it?” 

Elsa would have loved to eye roll and dismiss her joke, but she couldn’t help but smile. Her wife rarely made puns, so she appreciated them deeply. She sighed for the effect. 

“Hanging out with Anna doesn’t make your humor any better.” 

“I get my bad puns skill from my sibling”, laughed the woman. “Ryder is impossible.” 

“He should honestly have a contest against Anna. I wonder who would win. I mean, who would be the worst.” 

They laughed openly in the glade. 

“You know, I also get that bad humor from you.” 

“Me?” Said Elsa, her eyebrows lifting. 

“Don’t act surprised, dorky snømus. You have the nerdiest humor.” 

“You laugh at my jokes!” Remarked Elsa, feeling a bit betrayed. 

“Because we’re married and I respect you. That doesn’t mean they’re good.” 

Elsa huffed. “So it’s out of pity?” 

“More out of politeness.” Grinned Honeymaren. 

The blonde crossed her arms and pouted. She didn’t for long, however, for the brunette laughed and bent to her to kiss her with pushing lips. She made her fall back in the grass, then circled her face and body with her hands and forearms, hovering over her, which was a posture that turned Elsa completely weak and could make her give in to anything. Honeymaren obviously knew it and noticed her smiling blush. 

“It’s out of politeness because I don’t always understand them.” Continued the Northuldra. 

“That means they’re too advanced for you”, teased the blonde. 

“Well, ouch. Though who on Earth can understand a joke about Orion’s pants?” 

“That’s because it’s a belt! Orion’s belt!” 

Honeymaren shook her head. “Who can make the link between greek mythology, clothing and a freaking constellation, sweetie?” 

Elsa pouted. “I thought it was obvious.” 

The Northuldra leader kissed her on the forehead. “For your brilliant brain. Not mine.” 

The blonde gave her a bashful smile. She then lifted her head to capture her lover’s lips, then when Honeymaren had her eyes closed, smirked and rolled on the side, knocking over her arm, and the brunette lost her balance. Elsa giggled as she fell on the grass. 

“You little minx…” She muttered with a smile. 

“Come on, we have to go.” Smiled her wife, standing up and checking on her crown. 

She offered a hand to her wife so she could stand up too, and Honeymaren was about to tug her so she could fall next to her. Nevertheless, the blonde was clever, and she infused a warning cold in her hand as a ‘don’t you dare’ dismissing sign. 

They laughed together and walked hand in hand to the Sami village, Honeymaren’s other hand swinging a basket full to the trim. 

Halfway there, they almost bumped in Kristoff, who was visibly looking for them. 

“Kristoff! I’m not thanking you for betraying our secret.” Reproached Honeymaren teasingly. 

“He can’t resist my pressure.” Smiled Elsa. 

Their smiles vanished when it was clear, by his pale face, that Kristoff wasn’t in the mood for jokes. 

“Something very bad happened.” 

“What?” Panicked Honeymaren. 

“What happened?” Asked Elsa on the same tone. 

Then some details that had escaped them until now became striking; Kristoff’s cheek was scratched with a bright red cut, his coat was open, and his forehead covered with sweat and tree dust. 

“Kristoff, what happened?” Frowned Honeymaren. 

“You didn’t hear us calling for help.” Guessed Kristoff. 

“No.” Said the couple in one voice, and in this word, the man understood that they were also reproaching him to still not say what on Earth had put him in such a state and why he still wasn’t leading the way to run back to the camp. 

Which they suddenly all did, without confer even, for how obvious it was to do this next. They followed Kristoff, adrenaline and panic fueling their jog as they crossed the woods to their beloved camp. 

“We were under attack.” Simply said the King, under breath, as they finally reached the edge of the village. 

The hill they had stopped on allowed to have a view of the Sami camp below, and it offered the two women a sight that brought their breaths and hearts to a halt. 

Whatever had attacked the Northuldra had done it strategically, it was the first observation that one could make. Whoever was behind this was human without a doubt. The Northuldra had sadly been attacked by predators numerous times in their existence, even since Elsa lived there, but it always had a messy organization. Here, it was so orchestrated that it ripped them apart. Huts had been destroyed, crafting tables broken, personal belongings were sprayed everywhere and the paddock had been put down. 

It was a warning. A sinister and clever warning. 

But something else hit Elsa to her very core; magic. There was magic in the air, undoubtedly, floating around as the rest after its use. 

“Magic. The attack was magical.” She muttered, struggling to say words with her state. 

Honeymaren suddenly disappeared from her side, and hurried to the people, dropping the basket of flowers that she had been holding. Elsa turned to the King in confusion. 

“Kristoff, why didn’t you call the Spirits? Anna taught you how to do the call. Why didn’t you--” 

“It didn’t work. Many of us tried. Unsuccessfully. So we resumed to fighting, figuring out it was the only solution.” 

Elsa got her breath taken from her again, and she could only stare at the scene with terrorized eyes. 

Honeymaren was running from one Sami to the other, checking on them, asking what happened, getting news from everyone, making a list of who was injured… Or worse. 

She was running around frantically, and two things broke Elsa’s heart: the mood that had switched from Honeymaren’s flirty teasing and happy face to the utterly panicked she had now, and the visual fact that her ice flower crown had fallen back in her movements, now stuck in the back of her hair. Elsa gulped and immediately waved her hand to make the crown disappear in a swirl of snowflakes, and Honeymaren didn’t even notice, too busy running around and helping with the bodies. 

Elsa reached up to her crown, and took it off. She stared at it with tearful eyes, and many emotions passed through her as she held the crown, and threw aside.

The flowers fell among a pile of broken wood and dirtied furs and cloths, the remaining of what had once been a hut and had been destroyed like half of the village. 

She ran to join her wife, who was next to Ryder. 

“How can I help?” 

Honeymaren gestured at the Northuldra they were helping lift on a stretcher. 

“We have to bring him to the healer. He broke his knee when a tree fell on his hut.” 

Elsa recognized the Northuldra named Lavhas despite the dirt on his face and the scrunched eyebrows he had at the pain, clenching his jaw to not scream. She got struck by the detail that he lived at the other end of the village. The attack had been that wide? 

“Elsa!” Called Honeymaren, taking her out of her thoughts. 

“Sorry. On the count of three. One, two, three!” 

With the help of Honeymaren, Ryder and another Northuldra, they placed Lavhas on the stretcher, and brought him to the healer’s hut. 

Thankfully, this one had been only partially destroyed. However, it was getting filled with more and more patients. 

“We can use my hut as a secondary station. I live alone, I have plenty of space.” Suggested Gaddja, a woman who lived two huts away from Honeymaren and Elsa’s. 

As they all encouraged this idea, Elsa inhaled in a gasp and scoped the place, searching for their hut. It was intact, thanks gods, just like the ones surrounding it. It was one of the rare spots of the camp that hadn’t been touched. 

She let out a sigh. Suddenly, a scream echoed in the woods, and they all twirled around from the entrance of the medical hut. In fact, Honeymaren almost slapped Elsa in the face with her braid, but none of them cared. 

Someone was kneeling next to two unconscious bodies in the middle of the mess, and all eyes were on them, for they had just been discovered under a pile of heavy wood that several of the strongest Northuldra were lifting up and clearing. 

“Domma! Simma!” Cried the grieving woman, and she burst into tears as she collapsed next to the two corpses. 

Honeymaren ran to them, and Elsa followed. When they saw the man and the boy that had been crushed to death, Elsa’s heart leaped in her chest before crumbling, and Honeymaren clasped a hand on her mouth to hide a screaming from her side. Both women couldn’t help but kneel, one more heavily than the other. 

Honeymaren rubbed her hand over her mouth, her jaw trembling. What kind of loathsome and dishonored person would do such a thing? Her heart cried the loss of two of the people of her tribe, and her eyes trembled at the killing of a father and his son. 

She clenched her fist in the dirt to calm her trembling hand, then raised it to close their eyes that had been forever fixed in a stunned expression. The Northuldra leader then comforted the mourning woman with an embrace. After a few minutes, the woman, who Elsa knew was one of the most fierce of the tribe, stood up, and went to get two pelts to cover the bodies. 

Honeymaren stayed on the ground, falling from her kneeled position to drop on her backside. 

Elsa came closer to her and passed a hand along her back to calm her down. 

“I don’t understand… Why didn’t the Spirits do anything?” Asked Honeymaren. 

That was a really good question, in fact one of the first Elsa had asked herself. Even if they couldn’t be called for some reason, they had to come and help. Gale always was floating around and could have alarmed the others. She turned to her wife to answer that she didn’t know, when something hit her with a delay; the tone Honeymaren had used to ask that question. Reproach. Was she blaming her directly? Like it was her fault? 

“Honey…” 

“Why didn’t they do anything?” She hissed, pain and anger weighing on her heart. 

Elsa immediately crouched to be next to her, passing a hand on her shoulder. 

She stared at the dead child the other Northuldra were taking care of, and her soul trembled. 

“Honey, I don’t know. I sincerely don’t know.” 

The brunette clenched her fists in the dirt again. 

“Call them.” 

“I…” 

“Call them.” Ordered the leader, planting her hazelnut eyes in hers. In the light of day, they appeared orange like amber, and Elsa could almost see fire in it. “I’m in no condition to do the call.” 

Elsa gulped and nodded. It was certainly difficult to sing the Spirits call with a tightened throat like she had at the moment. 

The Snow Queen however didn’t have to sing a single note; she was mentally connected to the other Spirits. She closed her eyes and focused. 

Something odd happened. Something odd that hadn’t happened to her in a whole decade. She could feel the four Spirits’ energies and presence, but they didn’t answer back. With a frown, and still closed eyes, she insisted on her mental call, trying to understand. 

Honeymaren noticed the wrinkle on her wife’s face, and calmed down her nerves when she saw that something was wrong on the Spirits side as well. 

“I don’t get it...” Muttered Elsa. 

“What?” Inquired the Northuldra leader, her anger towards the Spirits now replaced by worry. 

“They… I can feel their emotion, but… They all feel shame. Deep, deep shame. 

Honeymaren frowned. “Please explain.” 

Elsa was a bit happy to see that her tone had changed; the commander in her wife had pushed her anger aside to analyze the situation properly. 

“They... “ Elsa closed her eyes again, focusing on what her fellows were expressing. “They feel ashamed because they couldn’t help.” 

“How come?” Wondered Honeymaren. 

Pretty much nothing could stop the Spirits, that was common knowledge. 

“They can’t touch them. They couldn’t touch them during the fight.” 

“Them?” Repeated Honeymaren. “Who’s them?” 

Elsa was frustrated just as much than her. “I don’t know, Honeymaren! I’m translating as I go! I can’t tell!” 

“The monsters.”

They jumped at Kristoff’s voice behind them. He had followed the conversation, also craving for answers from the Spirits for their absence. 

“Monsters?” Shivered Elsa. 

“They were actual creatures. I’m not making an exaggeration. They were entirely black, menacing, with a humanoid profile but horrible features. They were large, so large. Larger than Aillun. And taller than most of us. Taller than me, even.” 

He made short sentences, but yet had retrieved a normal breathing. Elsa inspected his face. Whatever those beasts were, they had haunted him. And not many things could frighten her brother-in-law. She forced herself to have a gentle voice despite the devastating situation. 

“Kristoff… Do you want me to have a look at your cut?” 

“If you want. It wasn’t made by the creatures, though.” He assured. “I was trying to hurt one of them with Nilan, and we did a scissor attack, but the creature suddenly turned small and Nilan cut me on the cheek with his spear. He apologized plenty afterwards, but it wasn’t his fault. Actually, if it wasn’t for my reflexes, I would be blind right now. So kudos to that guy.” 

He trembled, and Elsa retracted the hand she was about to hover around his injury. “No, it’s not you.” He smiled sadly, assuring it wasn’t due to Elsa’s cold touch. “I just remembered the way it reformed.” 

“They can reform?” Gasped Honeymaren, turning from the corpse she had been staring at to the King again. 

“Yes, and change their shapes. They are made of a sort of thick black ink. None of us managed to hurt them, they are not physically impacted by our attacks. It’s just like trying to kill smoke. Or goo. Or gelatin. Or... ” 

He shivered again, and Honeymaren put a warm hand on his shoulder to settle him. 

Elsa sighed in despair. “That makes them impossible to fight…” 

And that’s only at this instant that something blatant occurred to her. “Wait, how did you eventually got rid of them if you can’t hurt them?” 

“We didn’t. I was about to come get you, and they fled right when you arrive.” 

The two women blinked. Before Elsa even finished registering what that possibly understated, Honeymaren was up on her feet, and looked all around her at her people. 

“Nothing will harm you as long as we’re here. I swear by it. We’ll make watch turns. I take the first one.” 

The Northuldra nodded, smiling sadly. Elsa blinked at her wife’s statement, which wasn’t the direction she thought she would react, then her heart filled with love and pride. Damn, did she love this woman. 

The leader smiled to Kristoff as she stood, and walked closer to check the King’s state. 

“Is he okay?” 

“It’s really just a scratch. A deep one, but it’s superficial. You’ll have a pretty scar for months to talk about.” Smirked the Snow Queen, soothing his pain with a fresh spray. 

Elsa then startled. 

“What?” Startled Kristoff too, concerned for his cheek. 

But Honeymaren knew that facial expression. “The Spirits.” 

“They’re calling to me.” 

Elsa closed her eyes and focused, in a way to answer. They all were expressing their deepest sorry about what had happened, to which Elsa replied with a sincere forgiveness from her heart, but at the sole condition that they helped her understand why they didn’t help the Northuldra for the first time in their existence. 

The four Spirits then united to explain in a concert of emotions.  

Elsa frowned at the last feeling she received from them, and that she had to translate in words to Honeymaren and Kristoff. She was a bit confused by the appellation, but nodded anyway to thank them. She opened her eyes. 

“They are able to tell me why they couldn’t participate to the fight.” 

The two humans were attentive. “So?” 

“Dark magic. The creatures… The beings they couldn’t interact with… They are made of dark magic.” 

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The death ceremonies that followed to mourn the departure of a father and his son were just as heartbreaking on Elsa’s point of view than to see the number of Northuldra that got injured. Honeymaren and her could have helped, but they didn’t. Of course, despite blaming herself in most of situations, Elsa still knew when she actually couldn’t do much; here, it simply was because they were away the moment it happened. 

As the wife of the tribe leader, she however felt deep frustration; that joyful behavior in the flower field had cost a great price to the camp. She said that this glade was beautiful, well she knew already that there was no way now that she could ever stand there again without feeling shame. 

In that instant, her emotion matched the other Spirits, and she could feel their sad harmony in her soul. 

The ceremonies had ended, and several hours had passed where everyone checked on everyone’s state and healed what hadn’t been healed, including both psychological and physical pain. Kristoff had left now, and some Northuldra were already building new huts, like the tradition encouraged to do. Better drown sorrow in actions. 

Honeymaren and her were now walking away from the river where they had sent the two corpses float then lit them with a blast of flaming arrows, and the boats were still gleaming in the horizon. 

“They knew.” 

Elsa turned to her wife’s words, that had drilled the silence. They were filled with rage, and accentuated with her sadness and helplessness. 

“The person who did that. They knew you were away, so they could attack.” 

Elsa was about to reply she was thinking the same thing, then she noticed the nuance. “...Me?” 

Honeymaren turned to her. “If you had been there, you would have been able to stop them.” 

“I… I don’t know, Honey. Those creatures, whatever they are, they seem powerful and fearless. And if they’re made of dark magic, there also is no way for me to interact with them, that apparently is a Spirit rule.” 

“You also are powerful and fearless.” 

Elsa frowned. She was in no mind for compliments. Or was Honeymaren simply desperate? “Did you not listen to the last part of what I said? I can’t interact with them. I didn’t even know dark magic existed before this very day.” 

“The Spirits can’t, I’ll admit it, but maybe it’s not the same for the Bridge. You’re the Fifth Spirit, Elsa. Surely you can do something.” 

Now that sounded desperate. 

“Honey… I wish I could. Sincerely. But…” 

The brunette’s hazelnut eyes saddened with betrayal. She had failed her people, and now her wife told her that she gave up hope. 

Surprisingly, not because the situation didn’t lead to it but because Honeymaren rarely did, she collapsed into tears, and turned to Elsa to hug her tight. The blonde was shocked, but instantly wrapped her arms around her, and held her close as she rubbed her back. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay. The danger is gone.” 

“I couldn’t... I couldn’t protect them…” Hiccuped Honeymaren on her shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. 

Elsa clenched her eyes shut at the acknowledgement that the leader had bottled up her emotions until now, and they ended up exploding. 

“Shh… You simply weren’t there. As I did. Whoever bastard did that… They’re gonna pay.” 

Honeymaren chuckled wetly in her back. “Language.” 

Elsa smiled when she heard the happiness come back. “Sorry, not sorry. Hey, look.” 

She parted the hug delicately, and held her wife’s shoulders. Honeymaren quickly rubbed her eyes to make sure that no Northuldra could see her in that state. 

“Yes, they purposely attacked in our absence. But you know what that also mean?” Smiled Elsa. 

Honeymaren lifted her eyes as she tenderly pushed her brown hair away from her face, and rubbed the tear furrows that remained on her cheeks. 

“It means that they’re scared of us. They know we both are a threat to whatever they have planned.” 

Honeymaren gulped. She couldn’t help but be objective. “Or that means that they made this a threat to us. And that next time, we’re the target.” 

Elsa’s deep blue eyes stared intensely at her. 

“Well, we’ll be ready. We’ll be ready, Honey. I swear we will.” 

The brunette inhaled longly, retrieving her serious and determined state, then nodded fiercely. 

“Oh, we damn will.” 

“That’s my wife.” Grinned Elsa.

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standard member groups

quirky › uncouth › curious › forgetful

skateboarding or skating in free time › late nights on the beach › blastoff by internet music › chain smoking cigarettes › dirty and torn vans › messy hair › monster energy drinks › winged eyeliner › choppy bangs › sunflower by post malone › white tees x denim jeans › cliff diving at night › bucket hats › cross body fanny packs › reflective colors › flower snapchat filter › sleeping through alarms › fades into the background

irrational › playful › mischievous › bold

strong cologne and perfume › baby showers › strappy heels › bad and boujee by migos › gold grills › natural makeup › straight hair › timberland boots › late night breakfast spots › red hues for accents › suede material › hennessy black › denim x neutral colors › kickback with friends › at fault by medasin & felly › patterns › frappes from starbucks › broken promises › curiosity killed the cat › not so trusting

socially aware › lazy › adventurous › fanatical

all white attire › eating cereal for dinner › going shopping with friends › setting multiple alarms › red bull and vodka › curly hair › frequent visits to art galleries › hoodies and cargos › yamborghini high by a$ap mob › sight-seeing for photo-ops › simple jewelry › hot girl bummer by blackbear › wispy lashes › gold caps › amusement parks on the weekend › rhetorical questions › always the peace makers › cool and comfortable

bourgeoisie › idealistic › know-it-all › persistent

picnics in the park › always has an opinion about something › good as hell by lizzo › chunky sneakers › braided pony-tails › attends charity events › always has a plan › text back in 2 to 3 business days › blazers and combat boots › blurred lines by robin thicke › coffee in the morning › dark hues of color › too smart for their own good › obsessed with coordinating › lover of vanilla scents › minimalistic jewelry

premium member groups

optimistic › selfish › discreet › inconsistent

oversized tees › inconsistent actions › hustle & flow by zaehd & ceo › reads newspaper comics › caffeine over sleep › cross-body bags › social loners › too cool for school › walking snapple facts › where’s my juul?? by full tac & lil mariko › layers clothing › black as an accent › love the smell of flowers › rolled up jeans x thick socks › triple texters › tiny sunglasses › lover of music festivals › fishnet material

manipulative › go-getters › frivolous › spontaneous

clubbing on the weekends › flashing cash in pictures › designer from head to toe › said sum by moneybagg yo › headband accessories › bright color accents › quick money schemes › night owls › face tattoos › oversleeping in the mornings › imma by bbno$ & lentra › prefers facetime over phone calls › silk & satin material › always in large crowds › woodsy and earthy scents › overflow of gold jewelry

nature-focused › oversensitive › cautious › self-indulgent

bonfires on the beach › loose and flowy clothing › too many pillows on the bed › rollin by calvin harris, future and khalid › early nights & mornings › organized planners and journals › brunch on the weekends › straw and fringe material › tiny handbags › vacationing on islands › coffee bean by zaniah › bitter and zesty flavors › beach curls or waves › green is serene › million dollar smiles › dewy skin

temperamental › confident › melodramatic › witty

flavored swishers › jewelry anklets › basketball and football › loads of unread messages › fresh hairstyles › sum 2 prove by lil baby › late night drives › hip hop music on repeat › gamer heads › always texting, never calling › vodka drinkers › durags and dad caps › whats poppin by jack harlow › sleeping in on weekends › wears sunglasses inside › life of the party › knock knock jokes › wake and bakes

elite member groups

whimsical › spoiled › empathetic › irresponsible

their way or the highway › falling asleep on the phone › indecisive about life › dunkin donuts over starbucks › dior by pop smoke › lace and mesh material › 90’s aesthetics › dramatic lashes › easily persuaded › cluttered spaces › layered chains › what they want by russ › takeout over cooking › has a hard time fitting in › mixed prints and patterns › has to be center of attention › silk scarves › floral parfum

judgmental › traditional › evasive › diplomatic

online shopping › distressed jeans › astrology lover › minimalistic vibes › enamel pins and brooches › chanel (go get it) by young thug, gunna and lil baby › handwritten love notes › more logical and practical › hot apple cider with cinnamon › leading the conversation › supalonely by benee & gus dapperton › monochromatic colors › frequents museums › murder mysteries lover › moral sensibility › prefers action over words

meticulous › inconsistent › humble › catty

lover of vintage designers › espresso shots › name plate jewelry › happy by pharrell williams › starts new things but never finish › autumn nights › loves meeting new people › works well under pressure › winged eyeliner › chocolate candy eaters › detailed oriented › instrumental music › cooler than me by mike posner › chunky and platform heels › sand between their toes › loyalty over everything

devious › persuasive › rebellious › flirtatious

take tons of selfies but never post them › bright colors › drinks with umbrellas › snake lovers › demons by drake, fivio foreign and sosa geek › ice cream sundaes › seizes every opportunity › reckless when drunk › smoky eyeshadow › moody by briijean › sweet scents › socks x sandals › drumsticks over flats › compulsive liars › teardrop tattoos › pool party throwers › color blocking aesthetics › impulsive nature

diamond member groups

charming › reserved › innocent › jealous

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scatterbrained › imaginative › martyr › resourceful

oversized sunglasses › hard on the outside but mushy on the inside › loves conspiracy theories › would misplace their head if it wasn't attached to their shoulders › mismatched clothing › why don’t i care by gglum › cancelling plans last minute › watching the sun set with friends › sticky and sweet flavors › prefers waking up in the afternoon › thrifted furniture › deep meaningful conversations › earfquake by tyler, the creator › brown and yellow accents

studious › possessive › mature › talkative

hasty when provoked › alternative music › collects artwork and coins › knows more than they should › dream catchers on their walls › read books at coffee shops › bloom by troye sivan › gardens full of produce or flowers › random dance sessions › animal prints › nitro cold brew coffee › parce by maluma and others › speaks in third person › leather watches › whiskey connoisseurs › watches the history channel

volatile › spunky › promiscuous › nurturing

matte black everything › monster by kanye west and others › hidden flasks of liquor › displays public affection › positive vibes only › hot summer nights › drunk texts and voicemails › less clothes the better › champagne showers › late night rendezvous › drunk face by machine gun kelly › full of energy › has an idgaf attitude about life › speeding in traffic › simple silver jewelry › mile high club

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What’s Your Name Again? - Bobby & The Buddies AU

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, Penelope ‘Peep’ Sweeney (OC) x Joseph ‘Soup’ Sansbury (OC), DeepSpace

Warnings: OC x OC business, Soulmates AU, In the 70′s,

Prompt: (Soulmate) AU where you have your soulmates name somewhere on your body

Notes: Prompt taken from @ausforsoulmates​ 

Peep cracked her knuckles, causing Frankie to wince. She sucked her teeth, forgetting he was the type to become antsy and uncomfortable with the sound. “Sorry, man.”

“N-No worries” Frankie shook his head. 

Peep looked at the back of her left hand, the name ‘Joseph Sansbury’ clear as day. It sat above her purple-bandanna’d-wrist, tattooed on her skin since...well, forever. Of all body parts, why her hand?

Joseph Sansbury.

The name rang a bell, but Peep found it obvious because she’s seen that name her whole life, on her wrist. Why else would it sound so familiar?

Peep brushed the argument off for the hundredth time, adjusting the suspenders on her dark suspender dress. She, like now, usually wore it over a grey off-shoulder top. “Where’s Soup?” Peep inquired, looking around the room.

“At the Sansbury household, I’d assume” Deep grinned.

“‘Sansbury’“ Peep mumbled, glancing at her hand. ‘Sansbury’ ought to be a basic white surname, she never took it into consideration that Soup was the Sansbury she was looking for. 

Then again...what was Soup’s first name, again?

Peep groaned, wishing finding her soulmate could be easier. It can’t be Soup, can it? Soup? Soup?! Of all people? If so, why couldn’t her hand read ‘Soup Sansbury’ instead, to make it easier for her? It can’t be Soup, it can’t be him that’s her soulmate.

Soulmates with nicknames....Peep knew her brother Deep had no trouble with that. She thought back to how Deep intertwined with his soulmate, officially.

Deep was getting ready to call it a night, but a knock at his front door cut that task short. He glanced over at his stairs suspiciously, grabbing a .22 pistol off his bedside table and slowly making his way down the dimmed hall. 

Deep crept down the stairs and pressed his back against the wall, inching closer and closer to his front door. He took deep, quiet breaths to clam himself down, making sure his weapon was loaded; good news, it was.

Now as close to the door as he could muster himself up to be, Deep raised his gun up to use. As quick as he could, he unlocked the front door and opened it, pointing the pistol at his late guest’s face.

Ace Frehley jumped back in surprise, eyes crossing a bit when they landed on the gun that was really close to his face. “Hey, woah-!” He called, putting his hands up. “It’s me, man.”

Deep, frankly rattled, gathered himself to process the situation. He gulped, letting his arms hang at his sides. “Jesus Christ, Ace-- what’re you doin’ here?” Deep asked, rubbing the bridge of his long nose.

“I, uh, came here from the hotel we’re stayin’ at. Kinda dingy, but the best our manager could afford us. But dude, no way in hell am I spendin’ another night roomin’ with Peter. Snores to high hell like-” Ace dramatically imitated loud snores, Deep questioning if Ace was truly exaggerating or not.

Deep laughed anyway.

“You think his voice is deep? Snores like a demon, man. I can’t even try to fall asleep with that in my ears” Ace complained.

Deep balled his right hand, clearing his throat. “Uh- come in! Come in, man” He stepped aside, allowing Deep into his humble abode. 

Ace whistled as he looked around. “Nice place y’got here.”

“Yea, Missy thinks the same” Deep joked.

Ace chuckled, looking up at the wall. “Woah, an autographed Keith Richard?”

Deep closed and locked his front door, following Ace’s line of view to the framed photo of Keith Richard on his wall, that he was able to have Keith sign. “Oh, yea. Huge guitar inspiration to me” he answered, as Ace carefully sat down on one of his couches. “But...I’d say he has competition” Deep smirked at Ace, who waved a hand dismissively.

“You jest” Ace laughed.

“Oh, but truthfully, I do not” Deep shook his head, wandering across the room. “But, uh, anyways- I’ll...go put this gun away” he smiled sheepishly, nodding and running upstairs. 

Deep put his pistol back in its rightful spot, racing back downstairs. “All gone” he put his fists up in the air, closed tight enough to obviously not be hiding any weapons under. Deep dropped them, inhaling slowly. “Uh, if you’re plannin’ on staying with me tonight- or however long- I got a guest bedroom upstairs. Unless you and my couch have already become deeply...closely...intimately involved” he winked playfully.

“Oh, I could never. It’s not my type” Ace whispered, as if the couch was sentient and able to hear. He looked Deep up and down, from his bare torso, the dandelion bandannas on his wrists, his plaid pajama pants, and dark socks. “I thought the bandannas came off after the shows” Ace commented.

Deep looked down at them. “Oh, yea, most definitely. They usually do, but sometimes I keep ‘em on until I go to bed. I dunno, I kinda like how they feel-? It’s kinda like a sensory thing but not really, because Benji has an actual sensory thing. He likes certain materials, doesn’t like others, like certain food feels, dislikes others, stuff like that. Comes in handy to remember when buyin’ him clothes ‘n’ snacks.”

Ace nodded thoughtfully. “How long he been tickin’ for?”

“Forever, I think.”

Ace hummed, tilting his head. “Nice ink.”

Deep looked down at himself, now painfully aware the only things covering the upper half of his body were the bandannas on his wrists. “Thanks” he smiled, looking at the ‘D’ in the Hollywood-sign-font on his right upper arm. “This one, it’s a Buddies thing. Bobby has a ‘B’ on the left side of his chest, Beep has a ‘B’ somewhere, Maria ‘n’ Monte have a ‘M’ on each of their persons, Damien also has a ‘D’ somewhere, Frankie has an ‘F’ somewhere, and Penelope has a ‘P’ on her somewhere. All of ‘em are black, and the same font as the Hollywood font” he told.

“All I got is the ‘Ace’ on my arm.”

“Yea, you got that nickname back in high school, didn’t you? You told me so.”

“Yea, I did” Ace smiled, sort of happy that Deep remembered. “My friends came up with it ‘cause I was an ace at gettin’ dates. How were you, back in high school?”

“Ah, I dunno. I met Jenny in high school.” Deep sniffled, a certain look glaing over his blue eyes. “So yea, I got date, after date, after date, after date, but with one date....person. Date-person” he shrugged, then tearing his gaze to the devil tattoo on his left forearm. An O with devil horns and a devil tail attached to it, a pitchfork beside it.

“That supposed to be a lil’ devil of some sort?”

“Yea.”

“Anything behind that?”

Deep chuckled. “I’m notorious in the Buddies for being the one to push Bobby into doing all the stunts he-then-we do, if he doesn’t commence them himself. So I’m kinda like a daredevil, then cut that down to ‘devil’ and...yea. I’m a Devil like how you’re an Ace. Though, we all know I’m mostly known as Deep, so-” he snickered, running a hand through his black hair. Deep glanced at the name on his hand, balling it into a fist to hide it.

“Somethin’ wrong with your hand?”

“Ah, nah, it’s just some name. Y’know the name thing.”

“Yea, whose yours?”

Deep’s breath hitched in his throat. “Like I’d tell you that. I won’t even tell them that.”

“Oh, c’mon. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!”

“You have to understand how weird that sounds with me being half-naked!” Deep chortled.

Ace cackled, clapping his hands. “Yea, you’re right, you’re right. Still, who is it?”

“Can’t say. Can’t tell anyone, not even them. It’s so...y’know?”

“Kinda-?”

Deep unfurled his fist, reading ‘Paul Frehley’ clear as day.

Ace looked at the name near his left palm, deciding that it couldn’t go that bad, right? “Wanna know who I have?”

“I dunno.”

“What I will tell you, with that ‘I dunno’, is I’m glad their nickname isn’t their real name. That’s real shitty on their parent’s part, if it were.”

“‘Nickname’?” Deep thought, eyes darting around the floor in thought. He looked over at Ace, eyebrows furrowed. “Can’t really say the same for me. I mean- their name is cool, I like their name. I mean that, their nickname...could make a nice, actual name.”

Ace nervously licked his lips. “Derek?”

“Yes, Ace?”

“Your last name is Sweeney, isn’t it?”

Derek felt his face break out into a wide, excited smile. “Only if your first name is Paul, Frehley.”

Peep leaned back in her seat. “Where’s Bobby?” She asked, getting up and leaving the room before she could get a proper answer. “Bobby!” Peep called, finding him in the first room she walked into.

Bobby turned around, loving smile vanishing when his gaze went from Cliff to Peep.

Cliff leaned against the counter in front of him, his grin of adoration doing the same.

“Hmm?”

Peep sighed. “What, uh, what’s Soup’s first name?”

Bobby furrowed his eyebrows, as did Cliff behind those sunglasses he always, always wore. “Joseph. Why?”

Peep’s eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped open, gaze flickering between Bobby, and the name on the back of her hand.

Sansbury. Soup. Joseph. Joseph Sansbury. 

This is it, this was him, this had to be him.

“Peep-?” Bobby cleared his throat.

“I- I gotta go” Peep stuttered, racing out of the room. She quickly bade the Buddies goodbye, out of Bobby’s house at the speed of light. Using all the speed she could muster in her strappy sandals, she ran down the sidewalk to the address she frequented to (being that Peep usually babysits Soup’s roommates kid). 

Peep stopped in front of Soup’s place, panting as she looked up at it. She adjusted her dress’ suspenders, picking at her stockings and fixing her wavy hair in order to appear presentable. Peep thanked whatever higher power that existed for letting Soup live fairly close to Bobby, because any farther and she might’ve dropped dead.

It was tough, is what she’s saying.

Peep walked up the pathway to Soup’s front door, the stray cats lingering around and not really in any frightened stance due to the fact that they all knew her, and were familiar with her. “Hey, MJ.”

MJ opened an eye, taking a nap on Soup’s front porch. “Hey” he greeted, falling back asleep straight afterwards.

Peep giggled in a breathy way, knocking the front door after checking her reflection in the mirror- her red lipstick wasn’t messed up, good.

After not waiting for too long, Soup opened the door. He looked around, then down. “Oh, hey, Peep.”

“Hey, Soup” Peep smiled up at him.

Soup looked a bit confused. “Annabelle said your here tomorrow, why’re you- what’s up?” He asked.

Peep tilted her head up, poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “Perhaps I have some news for you.”

“Perhaps?” Soup sounded intrigued.

“Perhaps.”

“What is it?”

“Soup Sansbury, what’s your name again?”

Soup opened his mouth, but didn’t talk. “Huh?”

“What’s your name again? Your real name, ‘cause I know- or at least pray- that your mom didn’t carry you for nine months, go through hours of pain to hold you, and then be able to hold ya just to call you Soup. So c’mon, what’s your name again?”

“...Joseph.”

Peep, wordlessly, smiled up at Soup. Bright, and adorable, and her truest smile to date. “’Joseph’” she repeated.

Soup caught on, heart racing as he brushed a few fingers against the hidden base of his neck. “Peep Sweeney...What’s your name, again? ‘Cause I know your mom didn’t go though...all that,” he vaguely gestured his hand, “just to call you Peep. So, what’s your name again?”

“Penelope.”

Soup slowly grinned, starting to giggle aimlessly. He nodded in a knowing manner, eyebrows raising in a way that told Peep that he knew.

The smile Peep gave back to him indicated to him, very well at that, that she knew as well. She raised her hand, “Joseph Sansbury.”

Soup tugged down the collar of his shirt, revealing the base of his neck. “Penelope Sweeney.” He replied, barely able to contain his smile, even if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to.

Neither did Peep.

[queenofcandynsoda]

Love Crow

(Powhatan and Wendigo belong to @opotakuism)

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY~! ❤️❤️❤️

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The late afternoon sun is shining onto the territory of the Shandian fleet. Most of the inhabitants are currently sailing with the other fleets. The remaining inhabitants are young children, preteen girls, and several warriors that are there to defeat the village. That is the same with the other territories of the other races.

Among the Shandian territory, there are treehouses connected with bridges. However, there is one treehouse that is different from the others. While the other treehouses appeared to be standard with Shandian symbols and built, this treehouse resembles more like a crow’s nest as the tree itself is hollowed out. Outside of the door, there is a balcony. Wind chimes, hanging baskets, and a suncatcher are seen around the balcony.

The door opens to reveal a pale, pre-teenage girl with long wavy black hair and her eyes closed. She wears a short black dress with long sleeves and black feathers attached as her sandals are black with black feather anklets. She opens her eyes to reveal that they do not have any pupils. She climbs out of the balcony and stretches out her arms. She jumps down. Suddenly, her arms curved into crow wings, acting like a parachute to land down gently. This is the half-beast form of the Bird-Bird Fruit, Ancient Model; Rainbow Crow.

She walks out of the Shandian territory and to the large kitchen. Though only used for large banquets and festivals, some of the Lost Girls use this for several reasons. Such as experimenting with new recipes, needing more space, or single-handedly making a large number of snacks. There is a teenage girl there, along with a young toddler boy.

The girl has auburn hair and light park eyes. She wears a dark blue jumper dress with white fur around the skirt portion and brown boots. Her apron is blue and pink. She is holding a rolling pin, meant for the cookies she’s making for the upcoming Thimbles Day. The boy who is on the play rug right next to her is a young Shandian toddler, who is a blue-gray onesie made of wool. He is holding cookie cutters for the girl.

“Hello, Amada-san…~” The older girl looks back to see Dark Rainbow. “Hello, Dark Rainbow-san…~” Amada smiled back. “Hi~!” The young boy bubbled to Dark Rainbow. “Hey there, Sweet Dream~” She responded with a smile. “Dark Rainbow, have you got anything for Wendigo yet~?” Amada asked Dark Rainbow, causing the younger girl to sigh in frustration. She responded with “No… I still do not know what to give him. I had been thinking of a gift for weeks. I know how much he prefers meat over sweets.”

“ I suggest you get some gourmet meat~ I know that Dressrosa has high-quality salami~ Maybe Wano for their wagyu beef~” Amada suggested as she holds Sweet Dreams up to push in the heart and thimble-shaped cookies cutters. Dark Rainbow sighed, “Maybe…”

Then the two girls and the toddler boy heard the sound of a conch shell. “They’re back~!” Dark Rainbow crowed. She then flies out of the kitchen as Amada picks up Sweet Dream.

***********

The ships docked onto the harbor on their respective territories. Most of the Shandian inhabitants greeted the fleet and assisted them with carrying supplies and treasure. “Papa~!” Sweet Dream gushed when he saw his adoptive father, who has long straight hair with both sides of his head shaved a bit. He has a tattoo of red claws on his chest. His clothes consist of a fur coat around his shoulders, long dark brown pants, and well built leather boots. Amada smiles to see the teenage Shandian boy. “Hello, Powhatan…~” She greeted her beau. “Hello, Amada…~” He responded before kissing her.

“Where’s Wendigo? Is he supposed to be with you?” Dark Rainbow came up and asked him. The older boy’s smile flew as he sighs, earning concern from the girl. “Dark Rainbow… He’s injured right now…” Powhatan told her. Dark Rainbow is shocked to hear that. Wendigo being injured never happened before. While she always knows that Wendigo can be reckless sometimes but he knows how to be careful.

She sees her beloved, a Shandian preteen boy who has torn wings and a pair of antlers, on a stretcher with bandages around his chest and arms. He is completely unconscious with a bruise on his face. His left nostril has a tissue inside to prevent further bleeding.

“Who attacked him?! Who shot him?! Tell me!” She demanded to know. “It was the Raspberry Pirates... They attacked us as we were heading back to the island…” Dark Rainbow heard from the Shandian doctor who is treating him. “I will have to take him to the medic tree for a while…” He continued before leaving with Wendigo on the stretcher.

“They were quite a challenge... Fortunately, we have no casualties and there are no lethal injuries… However, Wendigo is badly wounded… It will take days for him to recover…” Powhatan explained. Dark Rainbow fumes up internally. She is feeling anger towards the Raspberry Pirates on how they brutally injured her Wendigo. She then walks back to the Shandian territory, causing Amada to ask her, “What are you going to do…?”

“I need to go hunting tonight…~”

********

Somewhere in the New World, a pirate ship is speeding through the ocean. Its jolly roger has the typical skull and crossbones but it also has raspberries around it and one big raspberry behind it. It is the Raspberry Pirates, the pirate crew that fought the Lost Boys Pirates, most particular the Shandian Fleet, in order to loot them. They were unsuccessful but did manage to injure several of them severely.

The captain of the Raspberry Pirates is on the quarterdeck, looking back to the ocean in order to make sure that they aren’t followed. He shouts at his crew, “Make sure that none of those brats are following us!”

“Yes, captain!” His crew responded to him. The captain walks down the deck as he thinks about his crew’s attack on the Lost Boy Pirates. ‘Glad we escape those savage brats... If it’s true, hurting one of them would show that we’re a bigger threat…’ He wondered in his thoughts. One of the pirates is steering the ship’s helm and sees something flying in the sky, earning his confusion. “What’s that...?” Another one puzzled as to the other one checks by his binoculars to see it clearly.

The captain notices that several crew members are looking at the sky, which frustrates him. “What are you doing standing around?!” He chastised them. The pirate with binoculars only responded with, “Uhh... captain...?” This caused the irate captain to comes down. “What is it?!” He angrily inquired. The pirate with binoculars articulated in fear. “There's a HARPY coming toward us!!!” The captain is shocked about this. “A harpy?!” He took the binoculars and look through them. Then he could see the girl with harpy features flying towards the ship. It is Dark Rainbow in her full beast form and she appears to be livid.

The captain paled as he drops the binoculars. “Oh god! Get the guns ready!” He barked at his crew. They followed his command and held up their guns. The captain commanded them to fire at the “harpy”, which they did. However, Dark Rainbow easily dodged the bullets with her gliding skills. Then, she grabbed one of them by the shoulders and smiled at him before dropping him to the ocean.

Dark Rainbow flew back to the ship, revealing her talons to the crew. The captain shouted, “Keep firing!”. Suddenly, Dark Rainbow clawed one of the pirates' face, causing them to bleed violently. The pirate screamed in pain as she grabs his neck and flew up. The captain panics when the Lost Girl throws the pirate into the crew.

She turns her attention to the captain and flies towards him. The Raspberry Captain is about to aim his flintlock at her but Dark Rainbow clawed his hand, causing him to drop it. Then she bites his neck and the captain coughs up blood. “Captain!” His crew shouted in horror. Dark Rainbow flies up and bites harder, weakening his neck. She sadistically smiles at him, “Shouldn’t have hurt my hubby...~” This shocked and confused the captain, before realizing what she meant.

Dark Rainbow then finally snapped his neck with immense force. The captain’s last breath hitched before snapped dead. His crew watched in terror as she cackled and carried the body away.

*********

The early morning sun is shining onto Wendigo’s bed. He whined as he tried to get up. He looks around to look for Dark Rainbow but she is nowhere to be found. “Good morning…~” He turns to see Thad-Butt, a LongLeg doctor who is treating him.

“Ah... good morning…” Wendigo hissed by the injury. ”Take it easy... You still need to recover from yesterday…” Thad-Butt cautioned. Wendigo sighs as he rests back down on the cot. “Also, Happy Thimbles Day...~” Thad Butt hummed. This caused Wendigo to remember the gift he got for her. “Dark Rainbow must be dying to see you right now...~” Thad-Butt said as he walked out to get more healing dust.

Wendigo then starts to question where Dark Rainbow is before hearing her from a distance. She flies in before transforming back into a human and is holding a basket* “Good morning, Wendigo~” She smiled sweetly. “Dark Rainbow....~!” Wendigo beamed.

The girl walked towards him. “How are you feeling...~?” The boy with antlers responded with “A little better...~”. Dark Rainbow suspected that he must be hungry. Wendigo’s stomach grumbling confirmed her suspicions. “Good thing that I’m here with meat pies...~” She said.

“Meat pies..~?!” This caused Wendigo to be excited. He loves Dark Rainbow’s meat pies as they are his favorites. She shows him several heart-shaped meat pies. The crust looks like it is made with choux pastry. It doesn’t look under or overstuffed. It has the perfect amount in the pie. Then she whispers to his ear. “The special ingredient is the Raspberry Pirates Captain...~” He got even more excited.

“I also go you this~” Wendigo gives her a wooden box that has a crow carved on it. Dark Rainbow, curiously, opens the box. It is a pair of opal earrings, looted from a Kau merchant ship. Dark Rainbow’s pupilless eyes shined in gratitude and happiness. She kissed him as he kissed back. Wendigo whined a bit in pain but the love from her overwhelmed it.

“Happy Thimbles Day, Wendigo~” She smiled at him. “Thank you, Dark Rainbow~” He responded.

[eurusholmmes]

Love Me Anyway | L.F.

Ignore the fact that this is a FitzSimmons gif, I love how soft he is in this episode. I’m so sad this show is ending. Also, for the purposes of this fic, Natasha is alive! yay!

Prompt: I’m not sure if this is where you request but I was wondering if you could write a Leo Fitz x reader where they go to Scotland to meet his mother and maybe she asks about children but the reader can’t have any due to growing up in the Red Room? If not, that’s okay!

feedback is the reason i keep writing 

Never once in your life had you thought someone would fall in love with you. Or that you would fall in love with that some. You: Trained by the Red Room, a cold blooded murderer with the deaths of innocents all over your hands. They had drilled that into your memory from the earliest that you could remember. Love is a weakness. Attachments are weaknesses, and they will be your doom. 

If your doom was to come in the form of a man named Leopold Fitz, you would welcome death with open arms. 

He was wary of you at first, as he should’ve been. Simmons had died under his care and it had taken him years to learn how to trust people after the AOS had disbanded, but you’d caught his eye almost as soon as he’d gotten back to London on his layover back to Scotland. Back home. 

Dressed in a floral print jumper with white sandals to match, you tightly gripped the handle of your suitcase and took off without a hitch towards your departure gate. You were supposed to be on a mission. A mission with a target and someone to eliminate - 

And all traces of a coherent thought went out the window when you crashed into him and landed, rather hard, on your side. Under different circumstances you would’ve considered yourself embarrassed for being so oblivious to your surroundings, and then you met his apologetic gaze and everything came back into focus. 

  “My apologies, sir. I really must watch where I’m going.” 

  “Not a problem at all, Miss.’’ He extended his hand as a means of assisting you in standing up, and you would’ve been a fool not to take it. He was so warm. Warm and alive and standing close enough that you could feel the slight tremor that plagued the fingers laced through your own. “It’s a nice view from where I stand.” 

He’d said his name was Leopold Fitz, and he’d disappeared for another three years without a word. Your S.O. was enraged that you’d let your guard down enough to let a former SHIELD operative escape, but that didn’t deter you from your new mission: Escaping the Red Room and the past you were desperate to leave behind. 

Natasha Romanoff was a blessing in disguise. She housed you and constructed a new identity. She gave you another chance at life, and you couldn’t thank her enough. Nat simply smiled and told you to pursue whatever you felt made you happiest. 

That was how you found yourself chasing the footprints of one Leopold Fitz, ex-SHIELD agent, and ghost. He was hard to find. 

Your paths eventually crossed in a tiny cafe during a storm in London. You caught sight of him first - soaking wet and panting - as he ducked into the cafe you’d been occupying to finish your conversation with Natasha about your excursion to find him. 

  “Y/N?” 

You smiled softly and tapped the table. “Leopold Fitz,” You greeted. He stepped through the crowd and shook the water from his coat before taking a seat across from you. Three years had done wonders to his physique, and his eyes.. They lacked the same light you’d seen in that airport. “You’re a hard man to find.” 

  “It’s a good thing I’ve been found then, isn’t it?” 

Science didn’t interest you. Nothing of the sort did. But somehow you found yourself totally enamored just by the sound of his voice, and that was how you managed to stand two and a half hours worth of conversation with a Scottish man that involved mostly science jargon you didn’t understand. It wasn’t until he began whispering about his past with SHIELD and the love he’d lost that you really began listening. 

  “She was my world, and I lost her. That’s when I left SHIELD. We pretty much disbanded after that.” 

You casually sipped at your coffee as you took in the impact of his story. Whatever had happened to him during his time as a SHIELD agent had clearly impacted him in a much deeper way then he let on. 

  “I’m glad I found you.” You replied. Fitz froze as your fingertips just barely grazed over his own - the ghost of a touch - before you both lifted your gaze to meet the others. “I think you’ll find my story equally as interesting as yours.” 

You fell for him, and you fell for him hard. Hard enough to find yourself constantly worrying about what life would be like without him. Without his little quirks and the things he did that drove you absolutely wild, but you wouldn’t have traded him for anything. 

He had simply grabbed your hand and whispered, “Run.” You didn’t know better. Didn’t know the effects of falling in love, only what had been told to you in the Red Room. 

So you recklessly followed him without a second thought. 

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Will she like me? Will she like the fact that I’m with you?” 

Let me remark before we go any further. It’s been a year since you met Leopold in that cafe. Fitz had somehow managed to coax you into traveling with him for his trip back to Scotland to meet his mother, and you’d succumbed without a second thought. 

  “I don’t see why not. She met-” He stops in the midst of nearly saying her name, and your heart aches because it’s been years but you know he’ll always save a part of his heart for Jemma Simmons. “And loved her. If she sees how I feel about you, she’ll come to love you as I do.” 

Love. You never thought you’d hear him say it aloud, much less know he felt that for you. That someone out there in this great big world loved a killer like you. 

  “Thank you.” You took his hand in your own and kissed the bridge of his knuckles. “Thank you for seeing past the Red Room and the missions and the murders-” Part of you thought he’d stop you from continuing right there, but Fitz made no move to silence you. Your eyes flickered out the plane window as you kept talking. “Past all the bad and right to the good. That’s why I love you too. Your humanity, your compassion, it’s the best part of you.” 

He wiggled his eyebrows in reply. “And?” 

  “The curls and bright eyes are equally the best parts of you too, Stud.” 

The hills of Scotland are vast and sloped, and it’s hard not to appreciate the splendor of the country as Fitz never stops talking while leading you through it. Sunlight bears down on the both of you as your car rolls to a stop in front of his family home, and he looks so ethereal bathed in the rays of the sun that you have to stop and take a minute to stare. 

  “You’re staring.” 

  “You’re so stupidly gorgeous it makes my eyes hurt.” 

The smile you’re rewarded with is worth it. 

His mother is all hugs and laughter as she led the two of you deeper into Fitz’s childhood home. There are photos plastered on the walls and the air smells of dinner - some Scottish cuisine you couldn’t pronounce - and the sight of it made something stir deep in your chest because it wasn’t a feeling you’d experienced before. 

The three of you had only just sat down to dinner for ten minutes when she asked the question. It was innocent enough given the length of your relationship, but you’d had no intentions of speaking about kids at this dinner. You simply wanted Mrs. Fitz to like you for who you were. 

  “So are there any grandchildren for myself in the future? It does get rather lonely here without anyone, and I do so miss the company-” 

Fitz didn’t have enough time to stop you before your instincts kicked in and went for the nearest weapon. Your wrist flicked outward and sent the fork in your hand flying through the air only to impale itself into the photo on the wall. Your heart pounded heavily in your ears as the pair of them watched you warily - almost with a touch of pity - before you took off through the front door. 

You’d unloaded your gun before entering the house, but the feel of the weapon in your hands eased your nerves as you stood in the clearing and repeated the motion of unloading and reloading the chamber. Fighting was in your blood. War was built into your DNA. That was why they’d taken the time to sterilize you in the Red Room as a way of congratulating you for passing the rigorous mental and physical exams you’d endured. 

  “Hey-” You couldn’t hear him through the tears that blurred your eyes or the click of your gun, but you felt the weight of his arms looped around your waist and the gentle push that brought your back to his front. “Y/N-” 

The urge to tremble violently sank deep into your bones, and Fitz caught you in his embrace before your knees could give out beneath you. You wound your fingers through the fabric of his shirt and wept so heavily that you felt the hollow ache in your chest. 

  “I-I can’t-” You attempted to speak despite the flood of emotion pouring through you and lifted your eyes to meet his. “Failure- Can’t give you what you want-” 

  “You think I need kids to be happy with you? I know what they did to you in the Red Room. I told you that SHIELD had databases about what happened there and had several incursions with operatives that hadn’t left the organization when it shut down in the 90′s.” Fitz cupped your face in his hand and smiled when you leaned into the warmth that radiated from his palm. “You are the reason why I keep getting up in the morning.” 

  “Fitz-” 

  “You are the reason why I learned how to smile again, to laugh again when everything has been taken from me. I don’t need kids to be happy. I don’t need kids to learn what living is,” He gripped your face just a little bit tighter in his hands. “Because I feel the most alive right here with you. I wouldn’t trade our chance for anything else.” 

For one shining moment, there was no one else in the world. There was no lost love and no past of regrets and wars and blood. It was just a girl and a boy. A girl and a boy who fell in love under difficult circumstances and came together when everything should’ve driven them apart. 

Despite your past, I’ll love you anyway. 

Despite your demons and the fears that keep you up at night, I’ll love you anyway.

 Despite your inner darkness, I’ll love you anyway. 

You smiled and tapped the edge of his nose despite the ache in your chest. Time had healed him. Maybe it would heal you too. 

  “Well then, we better get started.” 

Mrs. Fitz gazed at her son as he chased the love of his life throughout the meadow in front of their family home. She’d only ever wished happiness for her only son, and even though she’d thought he’d obtained it with Jemma Simmons, she could see it clear as day through the smile that overtook his expression. 

The camera shuddered as she clicked the button and produced the polaroid photo in a matter of moments. 

They talk about it decades later from where it hangs on the wall. Mr and Mrs. Fitz are a sight to behold. 

[sapphic-sustrai]

Team DMNO Bios: Douglas Craig.

So, a while back I made a post talking about my RWBY OC team. I’ve decided to update all of their bios and this time I’ll be posting them each individually on Tumblr, starting with Douglas. Before I begin, I just wanted to say a little bit about my OC team!

The team name is DMNO {pronounced Domino}. When I think of dominoes, I primarily think of the colours black & white. To match the theme of the team name, all of its members have a name that either means light/white or black/dark.

They’re an all Faunus team from Atlas Academy and at the start of Vol. 1 are in their 2nd year. They’re also one of the chosen teams from Atlas to fight in the 40th Vytal Festival tournament. 

Basically this team exists within in AU that I have for RWBY.

The team consists of their leader Douglas Craig, Melanie Hertz, Norbert Beaufort, and Olwen Kunik. 

Now it’s time to talk about my free-spirited son, Douglas Craig! If there are any errors, I will go back and fix them eventually. More will be underneath the cut.

Full Name: Douglas Murchadh Craig.

Alias: The Blackwater Blader. 

Nickname{s}: Doug {mostly used by everyone}, Dougie {only used by his mothers, mostly by Nagisa}, Bud {only used by Olwen}, Doofus {only used by his younger brother Kaito}, Saltwater Breath {only used by Melanie}, DC {only used by Norbert}.

Age: 18 {Vol. 1-3}.

Gender: Cis Male.

Race: Sea Otter Faunus, has a dark brown otter tail.

D.O.B/Star Sign: July 17th/Cancer.

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.

Handedness: Ambidextrous.

Complexion: Lightly-tanned.

Height: 5’10 {178cm}.

Weight: 160lbs {73kg}.

Body Type: Rectangular body shape, tall, lean, slightly muscular, six pack, long legs.

Hairstyle{s}:

Buzz cut, looked almost bald {Youth}.

Short and messy, with his bangs parted in the middle {Vol. 1-3}. 

Hair Colour{s}: Black, with aqua highlights. Added the highlights right before attending Atlas Academy.

Eye Colour: Blue.

Aura Colour: Seafoam Blue.

Emblem: A swordfish, that looks as if it’s leaping out of the water. The majority of the emblem is seafoam blue, with an ocean blue outline and eye.

Weapon{s}: Black Marlon and the Dorado Daggers.

The Black Marlin is a two-barreled shotgun katana mix, with the shotgun as the base mode. When transforming into its katana mode, Douglas holds down a button located on the stock/grip and swings the blade out. The blade pops out from in-between the two barrels and extends. The shotgun and the stock/grip are primarily ocean blue, with a seafoam blue striped pattern that looks like waves. The stripes do glow when the weapon is in use. The blade is primarily obsidian black, with a pearl white Kanemoto-style hamon.

The Dorado Daggers are a switchblade/water pistol mix, with the water pistol being its base mode. When transforming into the switchblade mode, Douglas holds down a button located on the grip and the blade pops out from in-between the barrel and locks into place at the front. The grips are the same colour as the Black Marlin’s grips and they also glow when they’re in use. The blades are the same colour as a Mahi-Mahi fish.

Dust is inserted into the bottom of the stock or grips of Douglas’ weapons. Both weapons have a reflective coating on their blades and they shimmer when exposed to sunlight.

Types of Dust Used: Primarily water and electricity. Sometimes he’ll combine water and fire dust to create a steam element.

Other Equipment:

Dust pouch {ocean blue, belted around his right leg just above the knee}.

Shotgun Holster {ocean blue, attached to his belt, hangs from his left side, where he keeps Black Marlin when not in use}.

Gun Holster Vest {ocean blue, worn underneath his button-up shirt, where he keeps the Dorado Daggers}.

Fighting Style: Douglas’ fighting style is almost exactly like how he is a person, it’s very, “go with the flow”. He moves like a body of water, one moment he’ll be like a gentle river, the next he could be like a ferocious tidal wave. When using his sword, he does a lot of slashing like a swordfish or precise jabs.

Semblance: Ocean Mist - A semblance that allows the user to disappear and evaporate as a misty vapour, then reappears just a few seconds later. They can either reappear in the same spot or teleport to a new spot a few feet away, they can’t teleport over large distances. They also cannot use the semblance too much in short bursts, otherwise they’ll experience dizziness, feeling disoriented and a slight headache. Douglas has described this as, “feeling like he’s seasick”.

Other Skills, Talents, etc...

Vast knowledge of marine biology.

Expert sailing skills.

Very agile, nimble & flexible.

Incredibly creative, is known for having, “out of the box, solutions for most problems.

Excellent swimming skills.

Current Affiliation: Atlas Academy.

Previous Affiliation: Sanctum Academy.

Place of Origin: Vacuo, but his family currently resides on the Island of Patch.

Current Occupation{s}: Student, Huntsman-in-training.

Team/Status: DMNO. Currently active, but will become inactive soon after the Fall of Beacon. Won’t be active again for quite some time. 

Team Members: Himself, Melanie Hertz, Norbert Beaufort & Olwen Kunik.

Partner: Norbert Beaufort.

Team Role: Ranged/Melee DPS.

Status: Alive.

Positive Qualities: Humble, dependable, out-going, charismatic, creative/imaginative, venturesome, calm, very go with the flow.

Neutral Qualities: Ambitious {applying to both his short- & long-term goals}, mellow, dreamy {often finds himself daydreaming}, absentminded.

Negative Qualities: Lazy, resentful {if you hurt him or anyone that he’s close to, he probably won’t forgive you}, untidy/messy, can be a bit clumsy.

Likes:

Laying in hammocks & taking naps.

Going to aquariums.

Marine biology.

Going sailing.

Surfing.

Spending time at the beach with friends.

Barbecuing.

Sketching in his sketchbook.

Dislikes:

Cauliflower {he hates how it tastes}.

Studying {he’ll still do it, but will complain about having to do it}.

People who wear socks with sandals.

Sunburns.

Dishonest people.

Alarm clocks {hates the alarm sounds and he likes to sleep in}.

Favourite…?

Food: Seafood {primarily lobster & crab}, pineapple pizza, mangos.

Drink: Iced tea, fruit smoothies, water with lemon.

Season/Weather: Summer/sunny & rainy days.

Colour: Cerulean or ocean blue.

Animal: Swordfish, mahi-mahi fish, dolphins.

Movie Genre: Romantic comedies or comedies.

Music Genre: Bluegrass & classic rock.

Relationships:

Meredith Craig:

Relationship: Mother, good overall, but there was a point in time where their relationship was strained.

Status: Alive.

Nagisa Watanabe:

Relationship: Biological Mother, good.

Status: Alive.

Hurley Lynch:

Relationship: Surrogate Father, good.

Status: Deceased.

Kaito Watanabe:

Relationship: Younger Brother, by 6 years, good overall, but they tease each other often.

Status: Alive.

Fingal, “Finn”, Craig:

Relationship: Grandfather {Meredith’s Father}, good.

Status: Alive.

Olwen Kunik:

Relationship: Closest Friend, teammate, good.

Status: Alive.

Norbert Beaufort:

Relationship: Close friend, partner, crush.

Status: Alive.

Melanie Hertz:

Relationship: Close friend, teammate, good overall, but they do clash often because of their differing personalities.

Status: Alive.

Team RWBY:

Relationship: Friends, good overall, gets along with Ruby the best, gets along with Weiss the least.

Status: Alive.

Team JNPR: 

Relationship: Friends, good overall, gets along with Nora the best, gets along with Jaune the least.

Status: Alive {Pyrrha’s alive in this AU}.

Penny Polendina:

Relationship: Friends, good.

Status: Alive, then deceased, then rebuilt and brought back to life.

Early Life {Backstory}:

Douglas was born in the Kingdom of Vacuo.

His family consists of his two mothers, Meredith Craig & Nagisa Watanabe, as well as his younger brother Kaito Watanabe. Meredith was an accountant who worked from home, while Nagisa was a marine biologist. Kaito attends a public school on Patch.

His surrogate father Hurley Lynch lived close by and played an active role in both Douglas & Kaito’s lives. Hurley was a close family friend and worked as a marine biologist alongside Nagisa.

Hurley tragically passed away while out at sea with his crew. They were on their way to study the marine life in Mistral, but the boat was attacked by a Sea Feilong Grimm during an intense thunder storm. Douglas was 9 years old when this tragedy occurred and it hit him incredibly hard. As a result, he soon experienced a fear of the water, which lasted for about two years. Eventually he decided to seek out professional help, so that he could conquer his fear and learn to love the water again.

When Douglas was 10 years old, the family decided to pack up everything to move to the Island of Patch in the Kingdom of Vale. They still reside there currently and have no plans on moving again anytime soon.

Douglas got along very well with Nagisa, but from the ages of 8-12, he had a strained relationship with both Meredith & Kaito. Meredith used to be a little tougher on Douglas more than Kaito because Douglas was, “the oldest and should know better” because that’s how she was raised growing up. After a couple of arguments between the entire family, Douglas & Meredith reconciled with each other. Eventually Douglas apologized to his younger brother for how he treated him. Meredith has since then treated her sons equally.

Douglas has always wanted to be a Huntsman ever since he was little. He wanted to help people of course, but his two other big reasons were 1} he wanted to explore every inch of Remnant because he loves to travel and 2} he wants to be moderately wealthy so that he can help his family live a comfortable life. His mothers insist that the family is well off financially, but Douglas knows about how his family struggled financially for most of his life growing up. He just wants to help his family out in any way that he can.

Douglas decided to attend Sanctum Academy because by his own logic, “he’s already lived in Vacuo and Vale, so he thinks that living in Mistral next would be interesting.” It was at Sanctum where he met his closest friend and future Team DMNO teammate, Olwen Kunik. When it was time for them to pick the academy that they’d attend for the next 4 years, Douglas decided to tag along with Olwen to Atlas. He didn’t really have a set school that he wanted to attend to, he also hadn’t been to Atlas before and wanted to give it a shot.

Primary Attire {Youth}:

Baggy T-Shirt {White, with a navy-blue anchor logo, short sleeved}.

Selvedge Denim Shorts {dark blue}.

Straw Sole Flip Flops {rubber parts are black}.

Atlas Academy Uniform:

Pocket-Vest Jacket {grey, left unbuttoned, with the belt undone}.

Suit Shirt {white, top buttons left unbuttoned, tie hangs loosely around his neck, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, untucked}.

Long Trousers {white}.

Dress Socks {black}.

Dress Shoes {black}.

Primary Attire {Vol. 1-3}:

Button-Up Shirt {navy blue, left unbuttoned, short sleeved, wears nothing underneath}.

Anchor Necklace {silver, with a silver rope wrapped around it, silver chain}.

Military Belt {ocean blue nylon webbing, with a sturdy plastic buckle, gun holster vest is attached}.

Board Shorts {colour gradation from indigo to a lighter shade of blue, has belt loops}.

Open-toed Sandals {black, with straw soles}.

Other Notes About Appearance:

Has a couple of freckles on the bridge of his nose.

Has long sideburns {Vols. 1-3}.

Has a soul patch {Vol. 1-3}.

He has a large version of his emblem tattooed on his upper back. He also has an outline of a compass tattooed on the back of his right hand.

If He Had a Voice it Would Be: Travis Willingham {Current}, Chris Burnett {Youth}.

Misc. Trivia:

Douglas’ inspiration for his emblem & weapons came from his many visits to the Vacuo aquarium growing up. Swordfish and mahi-mahi fish were two of his favourite fish to see during these trips. He also wanted a reminder of Hurley because going to the aquarium was always their favourite thing to do together.

He has a stuffed shark named Sharptooth that he’s had ever since he was a child. He received it as a gift from Hurley during their first ever trip to the aquarium together.

He has arachnophobia {a fear of spiders}.

He has two dogs at home, a brown Newfoundland dog named Bear and a black Labrador retriever named Blackbeard or, “Beardie”, for short. Bear is 6 years old and Beardie is 3 years old. His mothers named Bear, while Douglas named Beardie.

Douglas loves giving/receiving nicknames. He has several nicknames for his teammates, friends and family {e.g. he calls Norbert, “Norbie”, Olwen, “Wen”, Melanie, “Melly or Flame Brain”, and Kaito “Half-Pint or Squirt}. He thinks that the use of nicknames shows that you have a close bond with someone.

He’s loved to draw & sketch since he was little. He designed his tattoos himself. He has a sketch book filled with potential tattoo ideas that he wants to get in the future.

That’s all that I have for Douglas! Any comments or critiques would be greatly appreciated and my askbox is always open! I’ll be posting the next member of DMNO Melanie’s bio in the next couple of days, so stay tuned for that!

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Til the End of the Night / Ch2: In which Logan gets rekt

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Summary:  Fantasy world! Fantasy outfits! Arguing over Logan's fashion choices! Magic! 

Warnings: minor injury, spiraling thoughts

A/N: this is my fic and no one can stop me from devoting 800 words to talking about what the characters are wearing

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Half an hour later, the three sides stood before a portal to the realm of Imagination, each prepared for the trip in his own way. Roman still wouldn’t answer all Logan’s questions, so he’d turned to Google to try and figure out what he should expect of a world based in fantasy.  He thought he had a decent idea now, though he would have liked a bit more time.  Patton was holding a bag of “supplies,” which no one needed to look inside to know it was really just full of junk food, plus a few bandaids he’d found in a desk drawer and thrown in.  To be fair, he’d also remained on the phone with Roman until a few seconds ago to keep him synced with the real world instead of making him wait two weeks in his time, so he’d been a bit distracted.  Virgil had his headphones around his neck- not plugged into anything, just there for their own sake- and his hands in the surprisingly deep pockets of his hoodie, making sure his stash of actual emergency snacks and various survival tools he hoped not to need hadn’t fallen out.

The portal was right in front of them, swirling with a dizzying array of bright colors and seeming almost impatient.  “Well,” Logan said, straightening his tie and taking a deep breath, “are you both ready?”  Virgil gave a small nod.  Patton handed Logan his bag, freeing his own hands to take hold of their respective arms so they wouldn’t end up in different places.  They walked in together.

For a few seconds, all they could see was a blinding blur of color.  (Virgil would have complained if he’d had a mouth at the time.)  Their vision cleared gradually, and they found themselves on a hilltop with a good view of the surrounding landscape.  The place really was beautiful.  The sky was clear, the grass soft and perfectly green, and butterflies danced between the wildflowers that seemed to be everywhere.  A soft, sweet-smelling breeze carried the songs of unseen birds.  It was… perfect, the way grass and flowers and butterflies should be but never quite live up to in real life.  Each tree was the ideal version of a tree.  Patton turned in a slow circle, hands pressed to his face, speechlessly taking in the fields, forests and distant mountains. He’d known it would be impressive- it was Roman’s work, after all, and he’d been improving on it for years- but the detail, and the scale of the place… it was beyond anything he could have, well, imagined. He was jolted from his trance when he came full circle and saw the others, standing a little further down the hill, for the first time since going through the portal.

“Well, aren’t you two dressed up!”

Virgil pulled his hood down over his face and groaned.  “I know, I look stupid, this was a mistake, I don’t know why I tried…”  This was in reference to the fact that he’d turned his hoodie into long, layered mage’s robes in his usual colors, well-worn and repaired in places, with dozens of hidden pockets, sleeves long enough to cover his hands and a thick hood that could block out noise.  A scarflike strip of fabric was attached to the hood, settled around his shoulders for now, but able to hide his face if he chose.  His shoes had changed, too, into black leather boots that almost reached his knees.  He folded his arms and looked away, now embarrassed by the new look he’d evidently put some thought into.  “Maybe I should just change back before anyone else sees me.”

“Hey, no, you look really cool,” Patton insisted.  “You look like a wizard!  A cool wizard!  In fact, I can’t i-mage-ine a better fantasy outfit for you.”

Virgil smirked at the pun.  “Thanks, Patton.”  He pushed his sleeves up to uncover his hands, though they were still mostly hidden by dark purple fingerless gloves that went a third of the way up his arms, and made finger guns toward the third member of their group.  “Okay, that’s enough of everybody looking at me, what is Logan wearing?”

Patton turned, blinked and asked, “Um.  Logan, what are you wearing?”

Logan finally looked up from his attempt to memorize their surroundings.  “Well… I was uncertain of the best way to blend into a ‘fantasy’ setting,” he said, gradually sliding into teacher-mode, “and my research told me stories of the kind Roman favors often take place in medieval time periods.  Therefore, I dressed myself in clothing typical to 14th century Europe.  This tunic-” he gestured to the item in question, which reached almost to his knees- “is made of wool, as are these chausses, because the fabric makes for good insulation and takes a dye well.”  “Chausses” seemed to be the thick… tights?... he was wearing.  Both garments were indeed dyed: the chausses were the same blue as the tie he always wore, while the tunic was black and had his emblem around the neck, hem and the ends of its short sleeves in white thread. “And the--”

“Hold up,” Virgil interrupted, “I’m sure this is all fascinating but what is on your feet.”

Patton looked down, and tried (and failed) not to laugh. Logan’s shoes were perfectly normal- short leather boots- but over them…  “Platform… sandals?”

“I was wondering why you were so much taller than me,” Virgil remarked.

“They are not sandals,” Logan said stiffly.  “They’re called pattens, and--”

“Oh, like-!”

“Yes, like your name, they’re spelled differently, let me finish.  They’re wooden platforms designed to strap over shoes and put a few inches between the wearer and the ground, so as to keep their feet dry and protect the leather of the shoes.”

“Well, I do try to lift you up!”

Logan closed his eyes for a moment with a pained expression. Patton just looked pleased with himself. “...Ignoring that remark, as I was saying, undergarments of the period were usually made of linen, which feels much better on the skin than wool, I think you’ll agree.”  He gestured to the long-sleeved shirt layered under his tunic, and lifted the edge of said tunic a bit to reveal breeches.  Virgil looked horrified, and not for the reasons one might expect.

“Are you, Logan Sanders,” he said in a strangled voice, “wearing shorts tucked into knee-socks?”

“No!  I told you, it’s--”  He cut himself off with a frustrated noise.  “At least I tried!  All Patton did was tie a blanket around his shoulders, why don’t you go interrogate him about his clothing choices?”

They both looked over.  “It’s a cloak,” Patton corrected cheerfully, spinning in a circle to show it off.  It was a lot like his cat hoodie- ears and all- except that instead of a hoodie it was a long cloak, fastened in the front by the topmost of three buttons, with a fluffy white lining.  It really did resemble a blanket, and he hadn’t altered the rest of his clothes at all.

“...Still better than whatever nerdy mistake of a new fashion scene you’re trying to invent here.”

“It’s HISTORICALLY ACCURATE!”

Both Virgil and Patton jumped at the sudden volume. Neither had realized how much the dissing of his outfit was actually bothering him, but… now that they thought about it, he did seem to have tried hard on it.

“Okay,” Virgil said, taking a deep breath.  “Logan, I’m sorry I made fun of your outfit, even though it was totally justified and I don’t want to be seen with you.  Let’s just… start walking and get this over with.”

“Yes, we shouldn’t waste too much time,” Logan agreed. Patton was quietly relieved that he wouldn’t have to break up an argument.  They really needed to get Roman back so those two could fight with him and not each other.

They were still forgetting one obvious thing, though.  “Um… Guys, which way are we going?”

“Oh.”  Virgil frowned.  “I don’t know.  How are we supposed to know that?  Oh this is great, we have no idea where we even are, we’ve been here for like ten minutes and we’re lost.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Patton assured him.  “This would be so much easier if we could talk to Roman again, but I’m not getting any signal out here in the middle of nowhere…”

They heard a ringing noise and turned to stare at Logan, who had already started calling.  “What?”  They only kept staring, and he sighed.  “We’re in Thomas’s head, and his room definitely has cell service.  There’s no reason to think we wouldn’t.”

Patton blinked at his own phone, which started working again as soon as he absorbed the information.  “Oh.”

Roman picked up after a few seconds, and Logan quickly put him on speaker.  “Hello? What’s going on, have you still not left?”

“We have,” Logan informed him, “but we need directions. We’re on a hill…”

“It’s so pretty, Roman!” Patton interjected.

“...there’s a wooded area right next to us, mountains in the opposite direction, and a small lake about a mile off equidistant between the two.  Do you know where that is?”

“Okay, uh- hold on, let me find something.”  There were some worrying crashes from Roman’s end. “How are you even calling me right now? My realm never has any signal, and it sounds like you’re in the middle of nowhere!”

“That’s preposterous, we haven’t actually left Thomas’s house, of course we should be able to call you.”

“Logan decided we could, so we can,” Virgil cut in.  “I’m trying not to think about it too hard in case not believing in it makes it go away.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” Logan and Roman both said, though for different reasons entirely.

Roman sounded confused, which could not possibly be a good sign.  “The Imagination is only supposed to do what I think it should do, and I did not think that.”

“Well, Logan sure did!”

“You’ve never had any of us in here before,” Logan mused. “Maybe anyone can influence their own immediate surroundings, given a strong belief that something can, should, or will happen.  We don’t have enough information to know for sure, but it seems likely.”

Patton gasped.  “That’s so cool!  Logan, you made our phones work!”

“We don’t know for sure,” Logan repeated, although he was smiling faintly.  Virgil looked less pleased, but didn’t say anything.

There was one more loud clatter, and Roman announced, “Done! I can see you now!”

“Wait, like, see us see us?”  Virgil looked around suspiciously.

“Well, it doesn’t zoom in very far, but I can see little blobs.”

“Oh thank god.  Wait, how are you--”

“Magic mirror.  I think I recognize the area, let me think… yes!  Okay, you’re on the side closer to the trees, right?  Turn around and go up the hill, there’s a road at the bottom on the opposite side.  Tell me when you see it.”

Logan wasn’t going to let Roman tell him what to do like that, so he waved a hand impatiently at Patton to go do it instead. Patton didn’t mind and ran up the hill to look, but Virgil, offended on his behalf, gave Logan a look and muttered, “Dude.”

“I see it!” Patton called from the top of the hill.

“Patton has reported that--”

“I heard.”  Roman sounded disconcerted.  “You were right, Logan.”

“What?”

“Don’t take that road- it shouldn't exist and I have no idea where it leads.  There was nothing there until I told you there was and you believed it.  I doubt the same trick would work again, the realm is smarter than that, but it does prove your theory.”

“This is a highly chaotic way to run things,” Logan grumbled.  “But I will admit, the implications are… interesting.  Am I right in thinking that the world around us will now be modified by our thoughts and assumptions throughout our time here?”

“You could say that,” Roman agreed.  “You could also say nothing and let me explain- seeing as it is my world and all- and then it wouldn’t sound so boring, but we can’t have everything.”

“Boring?  I’m helping you learn new things about your realm, how can that be boring?”

“That’s what I was wondering myself, yet somehow you managed!”

“Can we move on?” Virgil snapped.  He hadn’t spoken in a while and seemed more tense than usual.

Logan blinked at him, confused by his sudden mood shift. Just a minute ago he’d been fine. “Oh, uh- of course.  Roman, please give us some real directions now?”

Roman sighed into the phone to make sure they heard it. “Fine, fine.  You two are no fun, I want Patton in charge of the phone again… Make for the small town on the other side of those woods there, to the west.  There, you can take a room at the inn and have some time to prepare and ask around for information- I don’t exactly know where I am in relation to you, but I’m sure someone can tell you something. I am the prince, after all, people pay attention to what I do.”  His voice took on a dramatic tone as he continued, “It won’t be easy, and you may encounter danger as you forge your path through the wilderness, but I have faith in you!”  His plan to improvise an entire inspirational speech was cut short by a loud beep. “Also, my phone is dying, I’ll be watching you through the mirror, good luck!”

There was a click, then nothing.  Patton wanted to avoid an awkward silence and started walking, humming to himself, only to be brought up short when Virgil grabbed the back of his cloak.

“West is that way, Pat.”

He looked where Virgil was pointing and saw Logan going in a different direction entirely and looking back over his shoulder to wave at them to catch up.  “Oh.”

They reached the woods in a few minutes.  Logan was a bit snippy because he kept nearly tripping over his own feet, but to take the pattens off would be to admit they were silly and impractical.  Virgil had grabbed Patton’s hand in exasperation to stop him wandering off every time he saw something that looked fun, but Patton rolled with it and linked their fingers together, swinging their hands as he walked.  The two of them were following Logan’s lead, since he seemed to know where he was going, and trying not to laugh at his coordination difficulties.  The sticks and such on the ground weren’t helping, okay?

Patton suddenly remembered one thing that might be making it harder for him to balance himself.  “I can take my bag back now,” he said, smiling sheepishly at the fact that he’d forgotten Logan had it.

“...About that.”  Logan slowed so that he was beside them.  “I apologize, Patton, but it appears to have changed upon entering the Imagination, along with its contents.”  He opened the bag, which was now a black leather satchel with a silver clasp, and the other two saw that it was crammed full of old books, and papers, and glass jars containing things none of them could identify.  “This was not a conscious decision on my part, although I can’t deny it seems much more useful than what you originally packed.”

“I guess it’s yours now,” Patton said, obviously disappointed.  “Oh well… I bet you’ll be able to do something cool with all that stuff, so maybe it’s a good thing!”  Still, he wished his snacks weren’t gone.

“Possibly,” Logan agreed.  “I’m planning to spend some time with these books when we reach that town Roman mentioned.”

Virgil didn’t pay much attention to the conversation, content with letting them talk while he looked around.  Contrary to Roman’s aborted speech, there was no danger to be seen here.  The woods were peaceful- not quiet, which would have been weird, but filled with the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds.  Sunlight filtered through the trees and soaked into his dark clothing, relaxing him.  Being who he was, though, he still found things to worry about.

“You’re gonna fall, you know,” he told Logan, who was closing the clasp of his bag and not looking where he was going.  “Just take them off.”

“Unlikely,” Logan responded.  Virgil gave him a doubtful look.  “It’s just a matter of adjusting to the difference in height.  Speaking of which, were you always this, uh… small?” To illustrate, he put his hand just above Patton’s head and carefully moved it over.  It missed Virgil by a good four inches.  The latter flushed and hunched his shoulders, which didn’t help the whole height issue.

Patton nodded- walking next to him, he’d already noticed. “I was going to say something, but I didn’t want to bring it up ‘cause I know he gets embarrassed, but it’s too late now so ohmygosh Virgil you’re so tiny and cute ahhhhh!”  He tried to squish Virgil’s face and got pushed away.

“Leave me alone, it wasn’t on purpose,” Virgil groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Actually, now that I think about it…”  Logan looked down at himself, then unstrapped his shoes and stood beside the two of them on ground level.  He was still clearly taller than Patton, and a full head above Virgil.  “I didn’t intend to change anything either, but my height must have increased.”

“Great, then you don’t need the platform sandals.”  Virgil tried to grab the items in question, but Logan saw him coming.

“Yes, I do, my boots could be damaged without them, and they’re pattens.”

“What?”  Patton looked up from his appreciation of a flower.

“Not you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t care what you call them, you’re going to be damaged if you do wear them.”

Logan strapped the objects of discussion back onto his shoes and started walking again to demonstrate that he could.  “See?  They barely affect my movement at all.”

“Let’s keep going,” Patton said a little too brightly. They nodded and shot each other apologetic looks, feeling bad for arguing over something so trivial.

Virgil let the conversation end there.  If Logan wanted to wear the stupid things so bad, he might as well let him.  Unfortunately, his mind was less willing to let go of a idea once it latched on.  He hung back a bit and half-listened as Patton rambled to Logan about the flowers he’d collected and Logan rambled back about what real-life flora they most closely resembled.  With the half that wasn’t listening, he tried to remember what exactly Logan had done when he’d put the pattens back on.  Had he fully secured the straps?  Were they tight enough?  What if they came loose?  They seemed fine, but Virgil did not know much about 14th-century footwear, so he couldn’t really know for sure, could he?

They’d been walking for a while now.  Patton had made himself a flower crown and was now working on two more for the others.  Nothing had gone wrong yet, but Virgil’s mind told him that only meant it was bound to happen soon.  Vaguely, he knew he probably should have said something a few minutes ago instead of keeping it to himself until his thoughts ran away with him, but it was too late now. Logan was going to get hurt, he was sure of it, and it would be partly his fault for not arguing harder.  Even if everything was properly secured, he would trip over something he didn’t see on the ground.  He squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a quick shake in an attempt to snap himself out of that train of thought, pushing away the images his brain tried to give him of worst-case scenarios.  His eyes shot open again when he heard the real Logan’s sudden shout of pain.

Virgil rushed to where he was now sprawled on the ground a few feet away, expecting the worst- something broken, maybe.  Patton was already kneeling next to him, asking if he was okay.  Logan assured them he was mostly unharmed, gathering himself into a sitting position and examining a long cut on his right arm from a sharp rock.  Virgil exhaled slowly, relieved.  Then his fear, with nowhere to go, turned to anger.

“I told you!  I told you this would happen and you wouldn’t listen to me because you think you’re always right!”  His voice wavered, and Patton knew he was only yelling because Logan had scared him.  He saw Logan about to make a retort and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

Logan looked at Patton’s face and relented.  “You… I’ll admit it, Virge, you were right this time. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem and I was… wrong.  But I’m not badly hurt and I’ll take your concerns more seriously next time.”  He gave a slight reassuring smile, and Virgil relaxed a bit.  “Could you see if there are any bandages in here for me?  It’s not serious, but I still shouldn't leave this exposed.”  He could have looked for them himself, but he was busy unstrapping the pattens from his shoes, and in any case Virgil looked like he needed to feel useful.

“Hm… nerd stuff, weird powders, more nerd stuff… oh, here, there’s like a first aid kit wrapped up in cloth.”  There were more things in Logan’s bag than it looked like it should fit, but Virgil chose not to call it out on that.  He unwrapped the cloth and started sorting through the supplies.

Meanwhile, Patton was fussing over Logan’s arm despite his protests.  “Aw, you poor thing, does it hurt?”

“Well, yes, somewhat, but I really don’t think this is necessary, it’s only--”

He cut himself off in shock.  Virgil looked up and stopped as well.  As soon as Patton touched the cut, a soft sky-blue glow emanated from both his hand and Logan’s arm, and the injury closed up like it had never existed.  He gasped. There were a few seconds of stunned silence.

“I suppose we don’t need to waste our supplies on my arm now,” Logan said distantly.  It was the only coherent thing he could think of.  He was at least doing better than Virgil, who only managed, “Whoa.”

Patton stared at his own hands, eyes wide.  “I have magic powers.”

They couldn’t sit there all day being surprised, of course. The sun was getting low in the sky already.  Logan helped Virgil wrap the first aid kit back up and tucked it back into his bag, by which time Patton had collected himself enough to get up and follow them. If he was quieter than usual, well, it had been a long day and a lot of walking, he was probably tired.  And if he pulled his cloak around himself and kept his right arm out of sight, well… maybe he was cold.  There was a cool breeze coming in, bringing a hint of rain. With luck, they would reach the town before dark.