#the rarest treasure tale

[mrshiraethsworld]

CURSE OF THE RUBY ━ james norrington ⎈

you are cursed lass

THE RAREST TREASURE TALE read here: wattpad

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[the-flaneur]

love you fairy much (lh44)

pairing: dark fairy hunter!lewis hamilton x fairy!reader

summary: what does lewis love more than the chase for treasured fairy wings...

warnings: strangers to lovers and 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive!lewis, breeding kink, innocence kink, reader doesn't know anything about sex, corruption kink

wc: 5077

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you flitted through the sun-dappled forest on iridescent wings, your gossamer gown fluttering and shimmering with each graceful movement. as a curious fairy, you delighted in teasing the humans who dared to venture into your woodland realm. most were kind travellers, eager to learn more about the fairy realm, whilst others were strange merchants, looking to sell you bubbling potions and wicked spells - most of which you simply casted back their way, leaving them with spikes in their eyes or tendrils of vines wrapped tightly around their throats. just all fun things :)

today, you had donned an especially adorable outfit - a scrap of sheer fabric barely concealing your breasts and hugging your curves. the other fairies favoured similar styles, so you happily followed suit, wanting to blend in with your peers. with a tinkling laugh, you darted between the ancient trees, leaving shimmering trails of pixie dust in your wake.

your destination for the day was a secluded glade renowned for its vibrant wildflowers. legend whispered that these blossoms held mystical properties, granting the gatherer immense beauty and allure. with an air of mischief, you intended to collect an assortment of the rarest hues to adorn your fairy home and perhaps entice a handsome suitor or two. as you happened upon a gnarled root, you paused to admire the ethereal beauty surrounding you - lush ferns unfurled like emerald fans, while dainty wild orchids bloomed in pastel shades.

suddenly, the sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs echoed through the glade. your heart raced with trepidation as you sensed a powerful presence drawing near. as the sounds grow louder, you hide behind a wide oak tree, peeking out curiously. into view strode a tall, muscular man; he moved with the grace of a predator, his movements fluid and purposeful. 

his muscular frame was clad in tight leather armour that accentuated every sculpted curve. in his hand, he gripped a wicked-looking silver dagger, its blade glinting menacingly in the dappled light. his upper face was shielded by a skull mask and when he turned to look in your direction, you gasped silently at the dark brown pits of his eyes. the stranger paused in the centre of the glade, surveying his surroundings with a keen gaze. his eyes fell upon the vibrant wildflowers and he smiled, a flash of white teeth against his dark skin. he knelt down to examine a particularly beautiful blossom, his large hand gently cupping the delicate petals.

you watched as he tugged some flowers from the ground, before bundling them up into a bouquet - a gorgeous artistic masterpiece, if you said so yourself. you poked your head out more, wanting to take a closer look at the flowers he had gathered, but as you leaned forward, your wings brushed against the oak leaves above you. 

the man’s head snapped up, those intense brown eyes scanning the area until they locked onto your hiding spot. the man's deep voice rang out, echoing through the glade. "i know you're there, little one. come out and show yourself."

your heart skipped a beat as you realised the situation you were now in; lewis hamilton, the infamous fairy hunter, stood before you. his reputation most definitely preceded him - tales spoke of his unparalleled hunting skills and the countless fairy lives he'd claimed. and now here he was, mere feet away, those piercing brown eyes boring into you.

"well, well," he drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "aren't you a pretty little thing? i've been searching for quite some time to find a specimen as... delectable as yourself." he took a step closer, his boots crunching against the forest floor, his hand spinning the dagger mockingly, while the other reached out towards you invitingly. 

your wings began to flutter rapidly as you decided to put some distance between yourself and the approaching hunter. with a burst of speed, you darted through the air, weaving between the trees in a dizzying dance. behind you, the sound of pursuit began - heavy footfalls crushing undergrowth, laboured breathing, the occasional curse muttered under lewis’ breath as he gave chase.

your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins. part of you knew you should keep flying until you reached the safety of the deepest parts of the forest or your home, but another part, a traitorously dark voice in the back of your mind, whispered that getting caught might not be so bad. especially if it meant ending up in the arms of such a man.

just as you rounded a tree in the forest, a strong arm suddenly snaked out and wrapped around your waist, yanking you off course. you let out a startled yelp as you found yourself pressed against a solid wall of muscle, lewis’ body pinning you to a broad tree trunk. his free hand came up to wrap firmly around your throat, tilting your chin up to force you to meet his intense gaze.

"gotcha," he growled, a triumphant smirk playing across his lips. "i've been chasing you little minx for a while now. did you really think you could outfly me?" his thumb brushed along your neck as he leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "now, what shall i do with my pretty little prize?"

“please don't eat me, i know you disgusting humans do that,” you whined, trying to wriggle out of his hold against the tree, but your wings were being scratched up, so you stopped. lewis threw his head back and laughed, a rich, deep sound that sent shivers down your spine. "eat you? oh no, sweet thing. i have much more...appetising plans for a delectable morsel like you." his grip on your throat tightened slightly as his other hand slid down to grab a handful of your plush rear, squeezing the supple flesh possessively.

“owww!” you yelped, trying to crane your neck to see what he was doing, “wait what? you won't eat me...can i go then?”

lewis’ eyes gleamed with mischief and barely restrained hunger as he drank in the sight of your trembling form pinned beneath him. "go? oh, i don't think so, my little fairy. now that i have you right where i want you..." his tongue flicked out to trace the delicate shell of your ear before he nipped at the lobe, sending jolts of sensation straight to your core. "i'm going to take my time exploring every inch of this exquisite body."

with his hand tracing down your collarbone, he ripped open the front of your gossamer gown, exposing your pert breasts to the cool forest air. the other released your rear to slide up your side, calloused fingers skimming over the swell of your breast through the thin fabric of your gown. he cupped the soft mound, thumbing the pebbled peak of your nipple until it strained against the gauzy material. "mmmm, so responsive. i bet you're aching for my touch, aren't you?"

blushing wildly, you watched with awe as lewis cupped your breasts, rubbing them together, “nobody had ever touched me...what does that mean? do humans like to touch other humans?”

lewis's grin turned predatory as he drank in the sight of your trembling form, so innocent yet ripe for corruption. his corruption. "oh, my sweet little lamb," he purred, voice dripping with dark promise. his large, work-roughened hands began their sinister exploration, calloused palms dragging along the silken expanse of your thighs. they crept higher and higher, pushing the fabric of your gown up inch by tantalizing inch until cool air kissed the heated skin of your most intimate areas.

"you have no idea what delights await you, do you?" lewis growled, hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. one hand slid between your legs, cupping your mound possessively while the other wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse jump.

he captured your lips in a searing kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue as he backed you further against the tree. his knee nudged insistently between your legs, applying delicious pressure to your most sensitive areas. breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down the column of your throat, sucking and nibbling at the delicate flesh. "i'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he growled against your skin.

"what are you doing to me?" you whimpered breathlessly, slender fingers tangling in lewis' dark hair. despite your words of protest, you found yourself unconsciously grinding your hips against his, craving more of the friction he was giving you.

lewis' fingers delved deeper down your body, stroking along your slick folds with maddeningly light touches. he circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, the bundle of nerves throbbing under his ministrations. "that's it, sweetheart. don't fight it. let the pleasure consume you." 

leaning down, he drew one rosy peak into his hot mouth, suckling greedily as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. his fingers never ceased their relentless assault on your aching sex, pumping two digits knuckle-deep into your tight channel while his thumb continued its merciless circling of your clit.

his mouth left a trail of open-mouthed kisses and love bites across your collarbone and down to your other breast, giving it equal attention. all the while, his thumb maintained its torturous pace on your clit, alternating between firm circles and quick flicks. the obscene sounds of your arousal filled the air - the slick glide of his fingers in your soaked folds, your breathy moans and whimpers of overwhelmed bliss.

you trembled and writhed against the tree, your untouched body overwhelmed by the intense sensations. your hips buck erratically, trying to take lewis' invading fingers deeper. "ah! ah! l-lewisss...too much...i c-can't..."

but even as you protest, your inner walls flutter and clench around the digits stretching you open, drawing them in further. the coil of tension winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. tears of overwhelming pleasure prick as you look up at lewis, completely lost to the ecstasy he's inflicting upon your body.

lewis drinks in the debauched sight of you - flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, full lips parted in silent cries of rapture. your response inflamed his desire to new heights. "shh, that's it baby. let go. i've got you," he crooned, voice rough with barely restrained lust. he redoubled his efforts, fingers pumping faster, harder, curling just right to hit that magic spot inside you with every thrust. his thumb pressed down hard on your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub.

sensing you were teetering on the edge, lewis sealed his lips over yours in a filthy kiss, swallowing your keening cries as he pushed you over the edge. his tongue plundered your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his fingers fucking your spasming cunt.

lewis held you close as the waves of your first orgasm crashed over you, your untouched body convulsing in ecstasy. he gentled his touch, letting you ride out each aftershock, fingers still buried deep inside your fluttering sheath. as the last tremors faded, he slowly withdrew, bringing his glistening digits to his mouth to lick them clean with a low moan of appreciation.

"exquisite," he rumbled, dark eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and renewed hunger. "the taste of your innocence is ambrosial." in one swift motion, he hoisted you up again, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he pinned you more firmly against the tree.

mumbling, you ask lewis about the pressure out your core, leaving you to dig your hands into his shoulders. lewis chuckled lowly, grinding his hips against yours in a slow, deliberate roll. the rigid heat of his cock nestled perfectly against your sensitive folds, stoking the embers of your spent arousal back to life. "this, my sweet fairy, is what happens when a man wants a woman as badly as i want you." he punctuated his words with another purposeful thrust against your folds, letting you feel every thick inch of him.

large hands slid down to cup your ass, kneading the supple flesh as he supported your weight effortlessly. leaning in, he nipped at your earlobe before whispering hotly, "it's called an erection, darling. when a man is so aroused, his cock fills with blood and stiffens, ready to claim his lover."

“claim?” you mumble surprised, your eyes wandering to the thick muscle jutting out from his hips. the thick, veiny member stood proudly erect, pulsating with an insatiable hunger. the bulbous head was a deep, rich purple, oozing with precum that glistened in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

the sight of lewis's imposing member took your breath away, its sheer size both intimidating and exhilarating. you could feel the heat radiating from his flesh, the musky scent of his arousal filling your nostrils and making your head spin with wanton desire.

lewis' eyes flashed with primal hunger at your innocent question. "yes, little one. to claim you, to make you mine in the most intimate way possible." he rolled his hips again, letting you feel the heavy throb of his desire. 

"i'm going to fill this tight little pussy with my cock," he growled against your racing pulse. "stretch you wide and deep until you're screaming my name. pump you full of my seed until it takes root in your womb." his free hand delved between your bodies to rub the broad head of his shaft through your slick folds, coating himself in your essence.

you shivered and gasped as lewis marked your tender skin, leaving a trail of reddening hickeys. thighs quivering around his waist - holding on very tightly you were - as jolts of electricity seem to shoot straight to your core from his teasing touches. "i-i don't understand..." you whimpered confusedly, even as you arched into his possessive hold. "what do you mean, 'until it takes root'?"

despite your innocence, lewis’ words ignites something deep within you, a yearning you don’t fully comprehend but desperately crave. your hips writhe instinctively, trying to draw him closer, to ease the ache building once more in your neglected sex. lewis groaned as your hips rolled against his, the friction delicious torture. he could feel your confusion warring with awakening need, your body responding to instincts older than time itself. "shh, don't think, just feel," he coaxed, voice a dark rumble. "when i say it will take root, i mean i'm going to fill this sweet cunt with so much cum, it might quicken in your belly."

he notched the broad crown of his cock against your entrance, letting you feel how he would split you open on his thick length. "breed you, make you swell with my child. claim you so thoroughly, everyone will know who you belong to." with a flex of his hips, he breached you shallowly, just the tip sinking into your scorching heat.

your high-pitched keen echoed through the forest as lewis' thick tip stretched your virgin entrance. muscles fluttered and clenched around the intrusion, trying to draw him deeper despite the initial burn of the stretch. tears of overwhelmed sensation pricked at the corners of your eyes but were quickly replaced by hazy bliss as you adjusted to the foreign feeling of fullness.

"fuck, so tight," lewis grunted, jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. he savored the exquisite squeeze of your silken walls for a long moment before slowly withdrawing until just the tip remained inside, then pushing forward again with a bit more force. each shallow thrust worked him deeper, your copious arousal easing the way as he claimed your innocence inch by excruciating inch.

he set a steady rhythm, working his thick shaft deeper into your clutching heat with each roll of his hips. the wet squelch of your sex filled the air, punctuated by your breathy moans and his guttural groans. he angled his thrusts to hit that spot inside you with every pass, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from your responsive body.

one large hand slid under your thigh to hitch your leg higher on his hip, opening you wider for his possession. the new angle allowed him to sink impossibly deeper, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock tickling your sensitive folds. "that's it, take it all like a good fairy," he praised huskily, sweat beading on his brow from the strain of holding back his release.

lewis' gaze flicked to your wings, now fluttering wildly with the intensity of your shared passion. the delicate membranes seemed to pulse in time with your racing heartbeat, a visible manifestation of your growing pleasure. "your wings are so responsive, little fairy," he murmured appreciatively, reaching out to trace a finger along the leading edge. "they quiver like the rest of you, just desperate for more."

emboldened by your reaction, he captured one wing in his large hand, stroking and caressing the sensitive material. his touch sent sparks of electricity dancing across your nerves, adding a new dimension to the overwhelming sensations consuming you. at the same time, he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving into you with deep, powerful strokes that had your back arching off the tree trunk.

lewis groaned deeply, feeling you grip him like a vice as he drove his cock deeper into your willing body. your desperate pleas for more only spurred him on, his hips snapping forward with increased ferocity. "yes, take it all, little fairy," he rasped, one hand reaching up to roughly palm your bouncing breast. he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, the added stimulation causing you to keen loudly.

lewis leaned in, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss as he continued to pound into you, his thick shaft stroking your cervix with each powerful thrust. lewis growled into the kiss, the taste of your submission fueling his desire. his tongue plundered your mouth, dominating and claiming every inch. the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the forest as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.

"yes, scream for me, you filthy girl," he grunted, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you with every deep stroke. his hand on your breast pinched harder, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. "this greedy cunt was made for my cock, wasn't it? made to be stretched and used for my pleasure." lewis broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, biting and sucking dark marks into your skin. he wanted everyone to see, to know that you belonged to him now - his personal fairy to ruin as he saw fit.

lost in a haze of lust, you could only moan brokenly as lewis took you with animalistic fervour. each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through your trembling body, stoking the inferno building in your core.

"yes, yes, yes! don't stop!" you wailed, fingernails raking down his back hard enough to leave red welts. your hips bucked wildly to meet his, taking him impossibly deeper. the coil of tension wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"i'm... i'm going to..." you panted desperately, inner muscles starting to convulse around his pistoning shaft. tears of overwhelming sensation leaked from the corners of your eyes as you teetered on the knife's edge of release, "please, lewis! use me, ruin me, i'm yours!"

"come for me, now!" lewis barked, his voice a dark, commanding growl. he punctuated his demand with a particularly brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat. his fingers dug into the meat of your hips hard enough to bruise as he held you in place, using your body like his personal cock sleeve. lewis' own release approached rapidly, balls drawing up tight as your velvety walls rippled along his length.

"that's it, milk my cock like the desperate cumslut you are!" he snarled through gritted teeth, hips snapping erratically as he chased his high. "scream my name as i fill this needy cunt with my seed!"

"lewis!" you screamed, back arching sharply as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. your vision whited out, every nerve ending igniting with mind-numbing pleasure. your pussy clamped down hard on his pistoning cock, rhythmically squeezing and massaging his shaft as if trying to wring out every last drop of his cum.

lewis let out a feral roar as your pussy vise-gripped his cock, the rhythmic squeezing and gushing flood triggering his own explosive climax. with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming channel. his heavy balls drew up tight and then pulsed as he began to paint your insides white with his seed.

"fuck yes! take it all you perfect little fairy slut!" he bellowed, hips jerking erratically as spurt after spurt of hot, virile cum pumped directly into your unprotected womb. the sheer volume was staggering - it seemed like he would never stop coming, filling you to overflowing with his potent essence. 

even as the last weak spurts dribbled out, lewis kept you pinned, ensuring not a single drop escaped your stuffed hole.

as the final tremors of your shared climax faded, lewis slumped against you, pinning you to the tree with his larger frame. both of you were panting heavily, chests heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. a fine sheen of sweat coated your skin, making it glisten in the dappled forest light.

slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled out of your abused hole with a wet squelch. a river of pearly white semen immediately began to leak out, dripping obscenely down your thighs. he watched in satisfaction as your gaping, twitching cunt tried valiantly to close around nothing, still fluttering like your wings, weakly from the aftershocks.

"there we go," he rumbled, voice rough with spent passion. "marked you inside and out now. everyone will smell my claim on you."

boneless and sated, your legs wobbled precariously as you slumped against the rough bark of the tree trunk, barely able to hold yourself upright. every movement sent pleasant aftershocks zinging through your nerve endings, a delicious ache settling deep in your core - a physical reminder of the thorough claiming you had just endured.

your chest heaved with ragged breaths, sweat-dampened skin glistening in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. your wings hung limply at your sides, the delicate membranes twitching occasionally.

lewis's words finally penetrated the haze of post-coital bliss, causing a pretty flush to bloom across your cheeks. you ducked your head shyly, suddenly acutely aware of your nakedness and vulnerability. the way he said 'claim', so possessively and definitively, sent a shiver down your spine.

"i... i mean, we can't just..." you started to protest weakly, but your voice trailed off uncertainly. 

lewis chuckled lowly, a deep, rumbling sound of masculine satisfaction. his eyes glittered with amusement and undisguised desire as he drank in the sight of you - flushed, dishevelled, and marked with the evidence of your coupling. finding your sudden coyness utterly endearing after the shameless way you'd begged for his cock mere moments before, he reached out to gently but firmly tilt your chin up with the tip of his finger.

"oh but we can, little fairy," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rasp dripping with smug male pride. "and we did. your sweet, needy little cunt is absolutely drenched in my seed right now. there's no use denying the truth - your body knows who it belongs to." tracing his fingers through the mess leaking from your slit, he gathered a generous amount of your combined cum, bringing the slick digits to your face, pressing them against your closed lips. a breathy whimper escaped you, the intimate taste of your combined juices sending a shockwave of renewed desire straight to your core. your tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the offered digits with kittenish licks. the heady, musky flavour burst across your taste buds - an erotic cocktail of your most intimate essences mingling together.

"mmmm, that's it baby girl," lewis groaned appreciatively, his half-lidded eyes dark with lust as he watched you, "taste how perfectly we are together. how your greedy little holes were made to milk my cock."

he pushed his fingers deeper past your lips, coating your tongue thoroughly before withdrawing with a wet pop. a string of saliva connected his fingertips to your bottom lip briefly before breaking.

you hums around his fingers, eyes fluttering shut, savouring the taste. when you open them again, they're hazy with rekindling desire, pupils blown wide and dark with need. slowly, almost hypnotically, you begin to suckle his fingers clean, hollowing cheeks and swirling your tongue around each digit. lewis groans, eyes darkening once again as he watches you clean his fingers. the sight of your pink little tongue lapping at his digits, coupled with the lewd sounds you make, has his spent cock already starting to stir with interest once more.

"that's it, good girl," he praises huskily, pressing his fingers deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth. "such an eager little thing, aren't you? already ready for more." his other hand slides down to palm your ass possessively, kneading the soft globe and pulling you flush against him. you can feel the growing bulge of his reawakening erection nudging insistently against your belly.

“i think this greedy body of yours needs another thorough claiming,” lewis rumbles, voice thick with renewed desire.

“wait...do i need to tell the fairy elders about this?” you gasp, placing a hand against his thick biceps.

lewis paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his handsome features at your question before it was quickly replaced by a wicked, devilish grin. he leaned in close, his lips brushing maddeningly against the delicate shell of your ear as he spoke in a low, conspiratorial murmur.

"tell the elders? oh darling, where would be the fun in that?" he purred, his hot breath fanning across your sensitive skin and eliciting a full-body shudder from you. "no, i think what transpired between us here should remain our own special secret, don't you agree?"

as if to punctuate his words, lewis’ large hand slid from the plush curve of your ass, tangling his fingers in the strands of your hair.

lewis’ lips curved into a wicked smirk against your skin as he continued his sensual assault, punctuating each word with a nip or kiss. "besides," he purred, voice muffled and low, "i have a feeling you rather enjoyed our little rendezvous. the way you mewled so sweetly, begged so prettily to be stuffed full..."

his wandering hand drifted higher, fingertips ghosting feather-light over the swell of your breast, teasing the sensitive skin. lewis pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes blazing with mischief and barely contained hunger. they raked over your face hungrily, taking in every detail of your debauched expression.

"i bet a naughty part of you wants to keep this our deliciously dirty secret too," he rumbled, voice dropping to a seductive growl.

“to sneak away and let me ravish you whenever the urge strikes us both,”

“yes lewis...when can i see you again then?” you gasp, grinding against this thigh once more

lewis groaned deeply, a guttural sound of pure masculine need, as you breathed his name like a prayer. your obvious desperation only stoked the flames of his own raging desire. he bucked his hips forward, grinding the thick, rigid line of his erection against your quivering stomach. even through the thin barrier of his trousers, you could feel the scorching heat of him, the impressive girth straining against the confines of the fabric.

"soon, my insatiable little minx," he promised darkly, his voice a low, rough rasp edged with barely restrained hunger. "very, very soon." lewis’ grip on your hair tightened possessively as he held your gaze with smouldering intensity. "meet me at the western border of the woods tomorrow night."

lewis captured your lips in a searing, dominating kiss, his tongue plunging deep to claim every inch of your mouth. he poured all his ravenous hunger and dark promises into the passionate embrace, kissing you until your knees went weak and your head spun with dizzying desire. when he finally released you, you were left panting and aching, your lips swollen and tingling from the intensity of his kiss.

"until then," lewis murmured huskily against your kiss-bruised lips, giving your plump bottom lip a sharp, teasing nip. his eyes glinted with mischief and wicked intent. "try not to slip your hand between your thighs too many times while imagining it's me touching you. i know how badly this needy little body craves my attention."

you tilt your head, batting your lashes up at him with wide-eyed innocence even as a faint blush colours your cheeks, “touching myself? what's that, lewis?” your voice coming out breathy and uncertain, belying the molten heat pooling low in your belly at lewis’ heated words and bold touches.

he chuckles darkly at your innocence, shaking his head in amused disbelief. he leans in close, voice lowering to a sinful whisper, “oh you sweet, naive little thing. touching yourself means playing with this pretty pink pussy,” he purrs, cupping your mound possessively, “...and rubbing these soft petals until you're writhing and moaning, begging for release,”

lewis grinds the heel of his palm against your clothed sex, applying delicious pressure, “i know you'll be tempted to do just that, imagining it's my hands on you instead. my fingers filling you, stretching you…”

but he dips his head to nip at your earlobe, tugging it gently with his teeth, “but you'd better not, understand? this greedy cunt belongs to me now,”

you nod eagerly, watching as lewis’ pupils blow out once against with darkened lust. he smirks at your breathy agreement, pleased by your submission. he rewards you with a firm grind of his palm against your core, relishing the needy whimper it elicits.

“until tomorrow night then, my insatiable little fairy,” he growls, voice dripping with dark promise, “dream of me...and try to behave until i can get my hands on you again,”

lewis turns to leave, pausing to look back over his shoulder with a roguish wink, “don't keep me waiting too long, sweetheart. you know how impatient i get...and how thoroughly i punish naughty girls who make me wait,”

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[mercillery]

Considering you NAILED Kirsch omg, and also the yandere Shanks was great I'm curious to see yandere Kirsch 👀💅

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: I wonder who’s the mysterious anon that requested this…🤔 (jk I know who u are. I love u btw thanks for the Kuzan photos 🫶 that sounded kinda creepy oops).

Okay, let’s get one thing straight right off the bat—Kirsch as a yandere is basically just… Kirsch with the intensity dial cranked up to eleven. All those familiar traits are still there—self-admiration, that princely charm he’s convinced everyone loves—but, oh, there’s a twist: he’s now obsessively infatuated with you. So if you’ve read my normal relationship overview for him, apologies in advance for some déjà vu! But hey, you asked, and I’m here to serve up this yandere chaos on a golden platter. Bon appétit!

From the very first moment Kirsch lays his eyes on you, it’s like the universe flips a switch. Suddenly, no one else exists—literally, it’s like the rest of humanity just fades into the background. His obsession blossoms faster than his magic flowers, and it morphs into a burning desire to monopolize every part of your life. In his eyes, only he is capable of giving you the love, admiration, and attention you deserve. He’s absolutely convinced of this, and he’ll shower you with affection, gifts, and way too many poetic compliments. But wait, don’t think all this attention comes without a catch—because oh, there’s a catch. Kirsch expects your loyalty and devotion in return. He’s like a lovesick prince who insists on being your number-one fan while also demanding that he’s the only one in your world. And who exactly are you to deny a prince in love? Well, he’s actually a royal—but you get the picture.

And if you’re thinking he’ll tone down the self-love act because he’s now your obsessive lover… WRONG! This man is committed to promoting his own beauty across all timelines and universes, even if he’s gone full yandere mode. He’ll praise you, absolutely—but he’s still going to fawn over his own reflection at the same time. In his mind, you two are the ultimate power couple—equally dazzling, equally worthy of endless admiration. It’s almost sweet if you ignore the whole possessive streak and the fact that he’s ready to obliterate anyone who dares to even look your way.

So while he’s obsessively devoted to you, he’s also still Kirsch. That means he’s going to hype up his own looks just as much as yours, maybe even more. You get both the fairy-tale prince and the unhinged devotion of a yandere all wrapped up in one sparkly package. Truly, you can’t say he doesn’t deliver!

To Kirsch, you aren’t just precious—you’re the crown jewel of his entire existence. But not just any old gem—we’re talking the rarest, most exquisite, luxurious jewel known to mankind. You’re the one-of-a-kind treasure that shines brighter than any other, and, naturally, that makes you his treasure to protect, admire, and cherish 24/7. But if I’m being completely honest with you here, in his eyes, you’re more of a prize to be carefully guarded than an actual human being with thoughts and feelings. It’s not that he doesn’t adore you—he does—he’s just a little too obsessed with making sure his “perfect treasure” stays perfect.

Kirsch has sky-high standards—he’s basically the CEO of perfection—and he expects you to match that same level of flawlessness. In his mind, you should reflect the same elegance and grace he sees in himself. And this is where his yandere side really kicks in. His need for control shows up in every corner of your life. He’s not shy about dictating what you wear, who you hang out with, and even how you speak and behave. It’s all about maintaining his vision of an immaculate, flawless relationship where you two are the shining example that no one else could ever hope to match.

Kirsch doesn’t even see it as manipulation. To him, it’s just the natural way of ensuring that everything is as it should be. In his mind, he’s simply “perfecting” you, polishing his precious gem until it glows the way he envisions. It’s all for the greater good of your relationship, and he genuinely believes he’s doing you a favor. After all, why wouldn’t you want to be the best version of yourself—especially if it’s the version he’s personally curated, right?

So if you ever feel like you’re walking on eggshells around him, it’s because, well… you are. Kirsch’s idea of love might come with a side of suffocating perfectionism, but hey, at least you know you’ll always be the brightest gem in his world—even if he’s the one polishing it himself!

Kirsch is the absolute king of jealousy. Seriously, if someone so much as breathes in your direction, he’s already plotting their exile. Whether it’s a family member, a friend, or just some random passerby who dares to exist near you, Kirsch wants none of it. He demands your attention to be exclusively on him—because why on earth would you waste even a second on anyone else when you have the dazzling, divine Kirsch Vermillion in your presence? Commoners, nobles—doesn’t matter. If they so much as try to steal the spotlight from him or, worse, draw your lovely eyes away from his perfect face, he’s ready to throw down.

If someone shows even the tiniest sliver of interest in you, Kirsch’s envy levels skyrocket. Suddenly, that charming smile is gone, and he’s practically oozing hostility. And oh, he will make sure everyone knows you belong to him. Whether it’s a glare that could melt glaciers or a grand display of his status and nobility, Kirsch will send a message loud and clear: back off, because this treasure is his and his alone. He’s not above using his position as a noble to pull rank, reminding the so-called “competition” that they’re not even worthy of breathing the same air as you.

And if you—gasp—dare to look at someone else for even a split second? Oh, you’ll get a passive-aggressive comment right away. Something like, “Ah, I suppose you have a taste for the ordinary,” accompanied by a judgmental glance. It’s his not-so-subtle way of putting you back in your place as his partner, the one who should only have eyes for him. Yeah, he’s a needy one alright.

Kirsch showers you with affection in a way that can only be described as extravagant. I mean, forget simple romantic gestures—this guy goes all out. Picture rooms overflowing with flowers (the most expensive ones, of course), exclusive dinners at the fanciest restaurants, or private outings where he’s basically renting out an entire venue just to have you all to himself. Every display is designed to impress, dazzle, and remind you that being with him means living the life of absolute luxury. He’s utterly convinced that these grand gestures are the ultimate proof of his love, and he’s certain that no one else could ever match the level of extravagance he provides.

But here’s the catch: Kirsch’s over-the-top displays aren’t just about spoiling you. Oh no, it’s his way of weaving you into a golden web of dependency. The more you accept his gifts, the more he expects you to rely on him for your happiness and comfort. In his mind, every flower, every lavish dinner, every exclusive outing is another thread tying you closer to him. You think you’re just being pampered, but he’s building a tower where he’s at the top, and you’re the princess who can’t live without his luxuries.

And Kirsch isn’t just throwing money around without care—he’s meticulous about every single detail of these grand gestures. He puts an immense amount of effort into them, and he expects you to notice. Like, if he spends three hours hand-picking flowers, you better be thrilled about it. If he doesn’t see that sparkle in your eyes or if you’re not singing his praises for how much effort he put into it, he’s immediately acting wounded. Cue the dramatic sighs and the wounded puppy eyes. “Is it possible you don’t appreciate all I do for you?” he’ll ask, acting as if you’ve just broken his heart in two. And, of course, he’ll make it seem like you’re the ungrateful one for not acknowledging his devotion.

He’s an absolute stalker to the core. And we’re not talking the casual “drop by unannounced” kind; no, Kirsch takes things to a whole new level. He has people discreetly monitoring your every move, keeping tabs on where you go, who you meet, and what you’re doing—all in the name of “keeping you safe.” In his mind, he’s protecting you from the “common rabble” and anyone unworthy of even a glance from you. After all, he can’t have just anyone breathing the same air as his precious treasure.

Even when you two aren’t physically together, Kirsch has his ways. Whether it’s through magic spells, little notes delivered via enchanted birds, or his most trusted subordinates tailing you from a distance, he makes sure you’re always within his reach. You think you have the freedom to wander around the Clover Kingdom, but every step you take is part of Kirsch’s well-orchestrated operation. So while he might let you roam as you please, don’t be fooled. He’s still watching—always. In Kirsch’s mind, it’s just what a “responsible and loving partner” would do. You’re his most precious possession, and he’s determined to protect you, even if it means knowing your every move.

I know I keep hammering on about the whole “protecting you” thing, but I genuinely cannot emphasize enough just how dead set Kirsch would be on this. This guy takes his self-appointed role as your protector very seriously—like, to the point where it’s his entire personality. Kirsch sees himself as your knight in shining armor, and his yandere side cranks that protectiveness up to a thousand. If he already had a tendency to be a bit overbearing, now he’s practically your own personal bodyguard, shadowing you everywhere and making sure not a hair on your head is touched.

He’s obsessed with shielding you from anything he considers a threat, and that list? It’s long. In fact, his idea of “danger” is so broad that it pretty much covers everything from actual life-threatening situations to, you know, walking on uneven terrain. And let’s not even get started on things he deems “beneath you.” If it doesn’t meet his impossibly high standards, he’s barring you from doing it—no questions asked. His protectiveness is overbearing to the point where it feels like you’re living in a luxury cage made of roses and velvet. Beautiful? Sure. Confining? Absolutely.

If you ever do find yourself in a dangerous situation like one that actually qualifies as dangerous and not just you tripping over a pebble Kirsch will immediately step in. No hesitation, no second thoughts—he’s right there, front and center, ready to show off his strength and abilities. And, of course, he’s making a whole spectacle out of it, just to prove that he’s the one who’s always there for you. Because it’s not just about protecting you; oh no, it’s also about reinforcing the idea that you need him. You know, in case you forgot for half a second that he’s the hero in your life.

Afterward, he’ll make sure to remind you just how close you came to danger. He’ll go on about how you really should stay by his side if you want to stay safe. It’s all framed as concern, but really, it’s his way of making you feel indebted to him for his care. In his mind, every act of protection he performs is another reminder that you’re better off with him—because who else could protect you like this?

Oh right, I almost forgot—punishments. You didn’t think Kirsch would be the type to skip that part of the whole yandere deal, did you?

Now, don’t get me wrong, even Kirsch has his limits. He absolutely refuses to lay a finger on you in a way that could physically harm you. Not because he’s soft or anything, but because, in true Kirsch fashion, he doesn’t find it… well, helpful? It’s just not his style. Hurting you would clash with his whole aesthetic of elegance and grace, and honestly, even the idea of it is beneath him. Even if you did something as extreme as cheat on him (which, let’s be honest, would never happen because who could ever rival him in his mind?), physical violence is never his go-to. No, Kirsch’s punishments are far more subtle—and honestly, way more manipulative.

When you step out of line or do something he doesn’t approve of, Kirsch’s yandere side surfaces, but not in the way you’d expect. He doesn’t go on a rampage or throw a fit. No, Kirsch is refined in everything he does, including how he handles your “misbehavior.” Instead of violence, he believes in “correcting” your behavior, like a fine artist chiseling away imperfections. His punishments are emotional rather than physical, and they come in the form of small, seemingly harmless actions. He might withdraw his affection—suddenly, all those grand gestures and compliments go poof—or he’ll give you the cold shoulder, pretending you don’t exist for a while.

At first glance, these punishments don’t seem like a big deal. I mean, what’s a little silent treatment, right? But trust me—Kirsch is a master at making you feel the sting of his disapproval. His withdrawal of affection isn’t just some petty move; it’s carefully calculated to make you realize just how much you need his attention. And let’s be real, if you’re not aware of his yandere tendencies, this can seriously mess with your head. You’ll find yourself desperate to win back his love and affection, even though he’s the one creating this toxic cycle in the first place.

Of course, Kirsch frames these punishments as “lessons,” all designed to help you “grow” and become the perfect partner he knows you can be. He’ll talk about how everything he does is out of love, how he’s just trying to help you understand his feelings better. If you just accept his “guidance,” things will go smoothly between you two. It’s a whole game of manipulation disguised as care and concern, reinforcing his belief that he’s the best thing that could ever happen to you. Basically, his punishments are all about maintaining control. He doesn’t need to hurt you physically because he’s got a much more powerful weapon—his ability to twist your emotions and make you feel like you’re the one at fault. And as long as you’re wrapped around his finger, he’s convinced that everything is going exactly the way it should.

At the end of the day, for all his possessiveness and manipulative tendencies, Kirsch genuinely believes he’s in love with you. And, oh boy, he’s convinced that his feelings are pure, noble, and true. In his own admittedly twisted way, he’s fully devoted to you, and he’s absolutely certain that no one—and I mean no one—could ever love you as deeply or as passionately as he does. He’s practically saying, “You might as well stick with me because, trust me, there’s no one out there who could do it better.” And honestly, with the level of intensity he’s bringing to the table, it’s hard to argue with that logic… even if it comes with a few extra conditions.

Yes, his behavior can be completely overwhelming and borderline suffocating, but it’s important to understand that his yandere tendencies all stem from one thing: his desire to keep you close and safe. Kirsch will go to any lengths to ensure you stay by his side, whether that means manipulating situations, pulling strings, or crossing a few ethical boundaries. To him, it’s all justified—because it’s all done out of love. In his mind, he’s the hero in your story, the only one capable of protecting you, and he’ll make sure you never forget that.

He truly believes that no one could ever replace you in his heart. You’re the one for him, and there’s no one else who could even come close. In fact, he’s so certain of this that he’s already planning your future together. You might not know it yet, but Kirsch is probably going to marry you at some point, and he’s got the whole thing planned out—flowers, extravagant decor, everything. And with his status, he’ll make sure you’re set for life. So, hey, at least there’s some comfort in knowing that you’re likely going to live a life of luxury, right?

So… is this an exciting or terrifying situation? Maybe a little bit of both? It’s hard to say—being with Kirsch as a yandere is like being stuck in a fairytale where the prince is both your savior and captor. But, hey, he’s convinced it’s the perfect love story, and you’re the main character. So… yay? nay?

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To be A Captain of the Sea and Sky-An Analysis of Kingdom Hearts

In each of the previous Disney worlds Sora’s character has been explored and analyzed. From his role as a Fairy Tale Guardian and Hero to his willingness to endure for his ideals. The main strengths of his character are explored in their entirety showing how his past adventures have shaped him to the person he is now. But one thing the disney worlds have yet to do in 3 is change him. Sora for the most part has remained a static figure in other people’s stories. Helping others with their own goals and encouraging them to grow all while remaining the same himself. That has to change. If Sora is to defeat Master Xehanort, if he is to win the Second Keyblade War then he must change, must become a man. And So when Sora returns to the world of a free sea and sky he embarks on a quest to become his own man, to become his own Captain.

When Sora first Returns to The Caribbeans he is emboldened by the love of the sea and indulges in a flight of fancy and nostalgia. He recreates the raft he created as a child and attempts to sail the High Seas with it. Sora appears to be making progress, acting like his own man and following his own lead. Then he fails. Sora not knowing where he’s going ends up leading the makeshift raft off the literal edge of the world and into World’s End. This is because Sora wasn’t acting like a man but instead like a child, pursuing fantasies that he should have moved on from instead of creating his own ideals to live by. So in the wake of this failure Sora relapses and defers to the authority of Jack Sparrow. No longer wanting to be a leader he once again becomes a follower. And at first that doesn't seem so bad. Through Jack’s teachings Sora is able to become a better pirate and discover the legendary ship Leviathan. However because Sora is a follower rather than a Captain then loses the right to the ship as Jack claims it for his own. He also comes to see Jack’s failings as the mumbling Trickster accidentally reveals to Luxord the location of the Dead Man’s Chest.    

It is now clear to all those that see that if Sora is to truly become a pirate and get what he wants he must become his own man. After following Jack’s order one last time and collecting the White Krabs to repair Leviathan, Sora is given a test. Jack asks Sora why he is so dead set on getting Leviathan? Why does he want to be a pirate? And Sora finally acting as his own man gives his answer straight from his heart. He tells Jack that he wishes to explore the seas and be as free as the winds. Sora has done the greatest thing any person can do, he has created his own ideals to live by, following his own heart and not anyone else's, to become his own man and Pirate. Ultimately rewarding Sora with not only leviathan but the blessing of the goddess of the sea Calypso, an honor given to only the greatest of pirate captains.

By overcoming his failures, learning from his friends, and listening to his heart Sora grew into a fine pirate captain holding Ideals that put him in the same league of the adults that sail The Caribbean Seas. This is reflected in the gameplay. In the Caribbean after officially receiving Leviathan The player is given the ability to freely explore the open sea however they see fit. They are able to travel to every island discovering lucky emblems, find the rarest treasure chests in the game, and collect more white crabs in order to make Leviathan even more powerful. None of this is forced on the player. Instead they are just like Sora given the choice to act as their own person and decide how they wish to travel the seas as pirates whether that be by becoming a world class treasure hunter, a hardened battle captain, or an experienced explorer. In fact if the player manages to do everything and level up their Levithan to the max level, they are rewarded with the ability to sail Jack’s legendary Ship the black Pearl. Showing that Both Sora and the Player have become Jack’s true equal.

Ship Combat also comes into play with the Sora’s growth. While traveling the seas Sora will come into conflict with a pirate ship helmed by the heartless. Despite waving the colors of the pirates these ships are nothing more than an insult. The Heartless are not men who pursue freedom but rather monsters bound by a hive mind that follows a single and thoughtless desire to consume. They bear no ideals of their own, mocking everything a pirate stands for. So they are fittingly destroyed by one who went from a follower to a captain. Using his authority Sora destroys the Fleets of Heartless Ships with the Levitan’s situation commands that represent Sora’s newfound power as a true Man. Shown best through the phrase “Hear My Call” that he chants whenever he uses one of the three situation commands. 

At the end of the world Sora’s growth is challenged upon reaching Shipwreck Cove and joining The Pirate War. Meeting up with his allies Sora comes to learn that they have all lost hope. They attempted to use the goddess Calypso and her power in order to win the war but in doing so they gave up following their own hearts. Instead of acting like adults and fighting for their own ideals and beliefs they choose to act like children and seek help from an authority figure to solve their problems. They submitted themselves to a higher power instead of living freely, they were no longer true pirates. And So Calypso abandoned them. Yet her blessing still remained with Sora, for he never stopped following his heart, ironically enough making the child the most adult one in the room. Sora inspires the other pirates to continue the fight, to remind them why they sail The Seven Seas and what the colors they hoist in unity mean. By being the one to lift the pirate army's spirits it becomes Sora’s responsibility to protect them when Luxord unleashes the Kraken upon the black pearl. For if a man can not protect those they inspire then they have no right to instill hope. 

As The Pirate’s Light of Hope Sora comes to clash with those who refuse to grow up as they insult or betray the ideals of pirates. Luxord is a gambler, a man who treats life itself like a game. And at first this makes him the perfect man to enter The Caribbean. After all, who better to be a pirate than a man who pursues thrills even at the cost of his own life? However it is actually because Luxord treats everything like a game that he is unfit to be a pirate. Luxord does not understand the gravity of this war, does not respect the ideals the pirates fight for. To him both sides are nothing more than players in his game, with the rules they live by nothing more than cheats for him to abuse. Luxord much like a child refusing to empathize and understand others as he ignorantly pursues his own entertainment. And because of his childish ignorance Luxord fails to defeat Sora in any of his games and is ultimately beaten by his rival Jack Sparrow. 

Davy Jones on the other hand acts as Sora’s final test of adulthood. In a childish act of spite Davy Jones kills Sora’s friend Will Turner for no reason other than to hurt the skyward captain. Davy Jones forces Sora to face the harshest truth of war, sometimes you lose those closest to you. And in this final test Sora falters. He becomes a boy once again and throws a tantrum, giving in to his anger as he mercilessly attacks Davy Jones. Blinded by his rage Sora acts recklessly tossing aside his Keyblade so that he may beat the monster of a man with his own two hands. Because of this lapse of Judgment Sora fails to defeat Davy Jones leaving it to the other adults Jack and Elizabeth, who must stomach their grief in order to finish off Jones and save what is left of Will’s soul

In the End Sora makes both great progress and regression in adventures across the Caribbean. By sailing his own ship and proving himself worthy to the goddess of the seas Sora becomes his own man joining the Pirate War. In this war Sora proves himself Jack’s true equal, giving hope to the other pirates and beating those who disrespect the ideals shared by Sora and his allies. And Yet despite all he’s accomplished Sora shows that he still has room to grow. For when faced with true tragedy he fails becoming a child once more in his anger and despair. Ultimately Sora relies on Jack’s words to move forward, and restore his faith in reunion. Hinting that Xemnas’s words might be true. That Sora might not be ready for the Second Keyblade War.  

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Alright, so all votes are in. It seems you guys would like to read my stories.

Here is my fantasy story I wrote in January.

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This is the tale of a young boy; a young boy who fights the world and finds the greatest treasure. But first, let’s meet the boy. His name is Otto Rosemire and he is a Goober. Goobers, also known as Goobs, are small winged creatures with white hair and elemental powers that live in the woods. Goobers are about three to four inches in height, and their hair is a shining white with small bits of different colors in it to represent their powers–these powers are given based on the Goobs personality and are usually given to the Goob when they are around 500 years old. They live to about 34,500 years old–now you may think that is a long time, however, Goober years are much different than human years and are roughly 3.5 days. These creatures are known for being loud, exciting, and talkative beings–though there are some who are quite the opposite.

Goobs live in large mushroom clusters deep within Die-feen forest and Slumber woods; they often are close to trees, moss, flowers, and bushes alike. Goob fashion can be described as a bit extraordinary. They wear reinforced leaves, flowers, acorns, moss, and bark; these items are sewn either together or by themselves into the clothing they want. Goobs do not wear shoes. However, they do have little hats made of different types of flowers, most of them being pansies–these flowers come in many unique but common colors; some are yellow with stripes of purple, some are blue fading into white, and some are red with little paint splatters of orange.

Now back to the topic of Otto. Otto is 1,778 years old—which would be 17 in humans—he wears a sycamore leaf capelet that has moss on the back to keep him warm and a yellow with purple striped pansy hat. His other clothes include a tunic and pants made out of reinforced black poplar and cherry leaves. He also wears 8 silver rings, 3 necklaces, and earrings that are the shape of crystals. He has silver eyes that glow in the dark due to his abilities and long white and pale yellow wavy hair that ends roughly at his shoulder blades. Otto is a light Goober, which is why he has pale yellow streaks in his hair. Light Goobers are the rarest Goobs because they need a certain type of personality, which would be: quiet, calm, collected, and good at thinking. Otto was all of these. He can be easily identified by the burn scars on the tops of his hands that move all the way up to his biceps. Otto got his scars while working as a lumologist: a studier of light and light magic. The Goobers had attempted, and succeeded, to make a light beam to help protect their civilization. To do this a light Goober must condense solar energy into an energy source strong enough to power a light beam, this is unfortunately very dangerous.

Otto lives with his grandparents, Silvia and Augustus, in medium-sized black trumpet mushrooms surrounded by a few patches of shimeji mushrooms on the right side of the house. There is moss that grows near the top of the fungi making a good roof and a great insulator for the inside. He grows small patches of dandelions and red deadnettles to the left of the house–the red deadnettles can be used to collect water for everyday needs. The left side of his house is set up as a black smithing forge, which he works at. He does have another job, however, as one of the town’s lumologists.

Chapter 1: Light in the Darkest of Places

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Otto, a fine young boy who loves to collect rocks and shiny objects, finds himself in a field of flowers–alliums and poppies–this was one of his favorite things to do; he loves the fresh breeze, the quiet hum of the trees, but most of all there was no one around. The field was near Die-feen Village, a human settlement just outside the woods. Otto walked through the field, looking at all the details of the flowers and grass until he heard a sound. He whipped his head around and looked where the sound had come from, he paused for a moment and then asked:

“Hello? Is someone there?”

His voice was a bit cautious. He got no response, instead there was a slight sploshing sound as a large spotted tree frog jumped out of the grass and landed in front of Him:

“Oh! Bert! You come to join me!” Otto said with great enthusiasm.

This frog, who happened to be named Bert, was Otto’s pet; whenever Otto wandered off, Bert was usually soon to follow. A man and his best friend. Bert was about 1-2 centimeters taller than Otto, this made it easy for Otto to be able to ride on the back of Bert when traveling longer distances. Otto hopped on the back of Bert and the frog launched him up and forwards through the air landing near the edge of the forest. Once they reached the edge, Otto got off of Bert and walked around, looking at the difference in wildlife. There were burnt trees, grass, bushes, and…mushrooms. Otto stared wide-eyed at the land, his body shook with terror.

“Come on, Bert! We have to warn the village!” he shouted, as he hopped on the frog.

There was a whistle in the breeze, smoke and ashes flew through the air, and suddenly there was a loud thumping sound. Otto looked behind himself and saw a human, towering over him. The human had short, neatly cut black hair, maybe he’s military, and his eyes were almond shaped and were colored a dark sinister hazel brown. He wore a mossy green button up shirt that was tucked into his dark military green pants; the pants were kept up with a brown belt. At the end of his pants, where they were tucked in, he wore brown tactical boots. The man reached out to grab him, fortunately Otto and Bert jumped away in time. They sped into the woods, the trees moved as if they were making a path for Otto, the nice breeze in the air had stopped, a stagnant chill hung in the air, clinging to Otto’s frame, nature was practically begging him to save them. Otto and Bert climbed a tree, just out of the human’s reach after they got far enough into the woods.

“Now now, why don’t you come down from there, I’m not going to hurt you,” the human said, his voice booming like thunder; his face wore a sickened smile.

Otto glared down at the human, covering his ears from how deafening the man’s voice was.

“I have to get out of here, but I can’t lead him to the village” he thought.

Looking for a way to go, he jumped off of Bert to the tree and told Bert to stay there. Otto looked around at his surroundings and decided to fly over to the next tree and land on a small branch. The human moved heavily across the forest floor, stomping and squishing all the plants and creatures under him, he reached up and tried to grab Otto; however, Otto had a different plan. He placed his hands in front of him and focused on the light around him, his hands started to glow as he condensed the light around him. The forest grew darker and darker until he finally condensed enough solar energy to form a light beam. Otto released his concentration of the light and blasted it towards the human; he hit the man on the right side of his neck–this gave Otto enough time to fly back to Bert. The human screamed in agony as his neck was shot with a light ray—he wasn’t dead or badly injured, but it hurt sufficiently enough to stop him dead in his tracks. Otto and Bert bounced away from the human, making sure they didn’t see which way he went. He bounced up onto Bert and began to take off; he had to get back to the village. Otto and Bert flew through the forest, trees and bushes alike blurring passed them. Stopping near the edge of the village, he hopped off of Bert and ran in, heading straight for the town’s main defense building. Otto pushed the door open and ran straight to the defense control center,

“We have to get the defenses and weaponry ready,” he murmured as he ran up the stairs. Once he reached the control center’s room, he opened that door and walked over to the general,

“General, we need to raise our defenses,” he said calmly with a slight panic in his eyes. The general looked over at Otto.

“Now why would we do that? We’re too deep in the forest for humans to find. We have no threat amongst us.” His tone was optimistic and a bit confused.

Otto let out a sigh, and then said, “there are humans nearby, and they burnt down one of the villages near the fields of alliums and poppies, along with the forest around it.” Otto’s tone was calm but worrying.

The general’s eyes widened, his face streaked with distress. “Bring our defenses online, power on the artillery generator!” The general yelled; the whole command center started up the defense systems.

Otto left the command room, prepared for a fight.

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I would like to say that my favorite part of this is the Goobers. My teacher said I had to make my own race, so I made Goobers.

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who: @fiadhvance when and where: both the brackens and the vances attend a grand tournament at riverrun to celebrate the official end of the lyseni conflict. ronan participates in the joust as expected — and to try and impress fiadh.

the feast hall of riverrun was alive with light and sound, the banners of the great houses fluttering in the glow of torches, their sigils painted in rich colours with tints of silver, bronze and gold. ronan bracken moved among the crowd with a knight’s poise, but his heart was hammering louder than the drums echoing in the vaulted chamber. in his ear he could still hear the roaring sound of the crowd, the rush of his beating heart as the sound of his steed's horse thundered beneath him.

sweat lingered beneath his outer gambeson, though it had nothing to do with the day’s joust. no, this was a different battle entirely.

he’d spotted her near the dais, clad in a gown the color of lillypads and clouds, her sunkissed hair catching the firelight. lady fiadh vance, stood like a figure plucked straight from one of her beloved tales, as though she’d wandered into the hall from some enchanted glade. the way she smiled, soft and unguarded, made him feel as though he might crumble entirely - as it always had been able to do, since he were naught but a green boy of summer.

his boots carried him forward before he could second-guess himself, cutting through the chatter and clamor. when he reached her, she turned, her gaze lifting to meet his. for a moment, he could swear the world narrowed to just the two of them; it were hardly unseemly or unfamiliar to see the two speaking to one another, considering their shared communal links and the families histories which seemed to run closely to one another.

“lady fiadh,” he said, his voice as steady as he could manage, the corners of his mouth unable to stop themselves from turning upward. there were others that were dotted around her, and in all his focus, ronan had not even noticed his own sister stood nearby.

“i’ve come to return yer favor.” he held it out to her—a simple ribbon, pale blue, that had been tied to his arm during the joust. it was wrinkled and slightly smudged from the clash, but he offered it like it were the rarest of treasures; only that which he had asked for before the entirety of the realm. “it served me well out there,” he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips and the embers of fires danced in warm, dark eyes. “reckon it helped me keep my seat, even when omer was determined to knock me off it.” and he had, eventually. he was not going to think about that; ronan bracken had always been a sore loser.

his voice lowered slightly, a strand of dark hair landing over his dark gaze as he looked upon her, the way it always did when it had grown out to this stage. "or should i be thankin' you for givin' it to me?"

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Rana (Minecraft story mode season oc)

Rana is a lively and ambitious 11-year-old girl, a budding archaeologist, and a fearless explorer with a heart full of curiosity. Inspired by the legendary tales of Steve, the first-ever builder and adventurer in the Minecraft world, she dreams of uncovering ancient secrets, lost ruins, and forgotten biomes. Rana has always admired Steve's courage and his resourcefulness in crafting tools, building shelters, and facing off against unknown dangers. She sees herself as a modern-day adventurer, continuing Steve's legacy by discovering the rarest mobs and treasures hidden deep within the game's world.

Appearance:

Rana stands small but mighty, with short brown hair, glowing with highlights of sunlight from her long days in the mines and the wilds. Her skin is dotted with freckles from the bright exposure to sunlight and underground fires. She has a pair of bright, intelligent eyes that sparkle with excitement whenever she unearths a new discovery. On her head, she wears a pair of vintage green goggles, handed down by her mentor, and she never takes them off. They help her see in the dark, but more than that, they are a symbol of her mission.

Her clothing is a mixture of practical and adventurous, tailored for the harsh environments she navigates. She wears a white lab coat over a simple shirt, representing her archaeologist role. Underneath, she sports a bandana to keep dust and dirt at bay, and sturdy, well-worn boots that have carried her through deserts, jungles, and the depths of dangerous dungeons. Her signature tool is a glowing diamond pickaxe, which she uses for both excavation and defense. The pickaxe, imbued with enchantments, has seen her through countless adventures, and she wields it with ease.

Personality:

Rana is fiercely curious, driven by an unrelenting need to explore and uncover the unknown. Despite her young age, she carries herself with confidence, a quick learner who absorbs information like a sponge. Her love for archaeology comes from a fascination with history and her belief that the past holds the key to the future. She's bold, never afraid to face dangers, and persistent, often pushing forward even when others would retreat. Her friends in "The Miners" group look up to her as a leader, even though she sometimes struggles with responsibility.

Though she's brave, Rana is also compassionate, especially towards the mobs she encounters. Unlike most adventurers who see these creatures as threats, Rana sees them as unique beings with histories and personalities of their own. She has a knack for befriending even the most dangerous of mobs, giving them sanctuary and treating them with care.

The Origin:

Rana's journey as an archaeologist and mob collector began when she stumbled across one of Steve's forgotten journals, buried deep in the caverns near her village. In it, Steve chronicled his encounters with rare mobs and mysterious biomes long since forgotten. One passage, in particular, spoke of an ancient relic, rumored to control the rarest mobs in the world. Fascinated by this legend, Rana set out to find this relic, knowing that it could help her understand these creatures and give them a home rather than fight against them.

Her search led her to an abandoned temple, hidden deep in the jungle biome. Inside, she discovered the Mob Containment Stone, a powerful artifact capable of summoning and safely containing even the most elusive and dangerous mobs. But to activate it, she had to prove herself worthy by completing a series of trials that tested her courage, intelligence, and heart. After days of solving puzzles, battling ancient traps, and outsmarting wild mobs, she finally claimed the relic.

Now armed with this new tool, Rana made it her mission to explore the vast biomes and collect rare mobs to study them, learn their behaviors, and give them a sanctuary.

Containing the Mobs:

Using the Mob Containment Stone, Rana has managed to capture and befriend many elusive and dangerous mobs. Her first success was the Killer Bunny, which she found deep in the plains. The aggressive rabbit had been terrorizing villages, but using her wit and the containment stone, she calmed it down and brought it back to her lab, giving it a peaceful environment where it could hop freely without causing harm.

Next, she discovered the Giant, a massive version of the common zombie, hidden in the farthest reaches of the mountains. Rana had to outwit the giant, using the terrain to her advantage before successfully capturing it in the containment stone. With the help of her fellow Miners, she constructed a large, open-air enclosure for the Giant in her underground base, giving it enough room to roam without causing chaos.

The Iceologer was perhaps her most challenging capture yet. In the frozen tundra, Rana tracked down the elusive illager and had to battle through an icy storm conjured by the creature before managing to contain it. She provided the Iceologer with a cold, wintry habitat in her base, complete with frozen lakes and snow-covered peaks.

One by one, Rana continued to capture mobs like the Moobloom, Copper Golem, Glare, Tuff Golem, Rascal, and the Smiling Creeper. She gave each of them their own living quarters, designed to mimic their natural habitats. In her underground sanctuary, Rana studies these mobs, learning from them and even teaching them to coexist peacefully with one another.

Interacting with the Mines:

Rana’s relationship with the mines is a deep one. While others venture into the caves for resources and ores, Rana views the mines as ancient places filled with history, mystery, and secrets waiting to be uncovered. She digs not just for diamonds or gold, but for the relics and fossils of civilizations past. Many of her greatest finds come from the deepest parts of the world, where she believes the oldest remnants of the world lie buried.

She often encounters hostile mobs, but rather than fighting them, she uses her knowledge to either avoid them or capture them for study. The mines are also where she met the Rascal, a mischievous mob that loves playing hide and seek. Rana managed to outwit the Rascal in its own game, capturing it with the containment stone and giving it a safe space in her sanctuary where it could play to its heart's content.

Sometimes, Rana ventures into the mines alongside her group, The Miners. Together, they brave dangerous dungeons, solve ancient puzzles, and excavate rare artifacts. But for Rana, every mine is a story waiting to be told. The old shafts and caves speak of forgotten adventurers and creatures long extinct, and she believes that by understanding the mines, she can unlock the secrets of the world.

Legacy and Future:

Rana is determined to carry on Steve's legacy, but she does it in her own unique way. While Steve was a builder and a fighter, Rana is a collector and a protector. She seeks to understand the world of Minecraft in ways others have never thought of, believing that every mob, every biome, and every artifact has a story to tell.

Though she’s only 11, her bravery, intelligence, and heart set her apart. She’s still learning and growing, and her journey is far from over. With her Mob Containment Stone in hand, her trusted pickaxe by her side, and her goggles on her head, Rana will continue exploring the endless biomes, collecting rare mobs, and uncovering the hidden history of the world she loves so much.

Her next adventure awaits, and Rana is ready for whatever the Minecraft world throws at her.

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Lore Spotlight #7: Sagas Week - Birth of a Dragon

Dragons are among the rarest and most mysterious creatures in the Unwell Kingdom. Few have ever been seen, though frightful tales of their ruthless cunning are passed down and distorted into myth. Most versions of this myth agree on the basics -- scales, wings, teeth, and fiercely guarded hoards of treasure! But other questions go unanswered. For instance, where do dragons come from to begin with?

Our heroes learned the truth from the ancient Whittler, deep in the heart of the Giantwood. He revealed that dragons are not born, at least in the traditional sense. Instead, they seem to manifest wherever there exists an environment of collective fear. When other creatures experience prolonged fears and anxieties without proper outlets for them, those negative feelings pool and coalesce, until they crystallize into a physical, draconic form. The greater the scope and intensity of the fear, the greater the dragon.

Their hoards, then, are also reflections of the fears they embody, and tend to be more abstract than the glittering gold of legends... For instance, Frara the Chromatic Dragon, surreptitious tyrant of the Unseen Library, was born when a society of wizards grew frustrated with their lacking esoteric knowledge. Thus, she began to hoard knowledge itself, first by founding her Library in the remote Painted Wastes, and then manipulating the wizards to fill its halls with secrets.

The Whittler warned that dragons do have the ability to reproduce, in their own way. They are born from fear, but it is their nature to inflict it as well. When a dragon grows powerful enough and terrorizes a large enough group of people, those new terrors can result in a new dragon, and so the vicious cycle continues!

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The Three of Antennae (wands) card unfurls before us a message of expansion, exploration, and looking ahead. It is the embodiment of that moment when one stands on the precipice of possibility, gazing into the distance, and daring to dream of what lies beyond. It is a harbinger of opportunities on the horizon, where the seeker gazes out to a world ripe with promise. This card embodies the act of setting forth into the unknown, a voyage into uncharted waters guided by foresight and courage.

Much like this card, the enchanting orchid bees, epitomize the essence of exploration and the quest for the unknown. These remarkable insects navigate their lush realms weaving a tale of botanical interdependence. They are the primary pollinators of numerous orchid species, engaged in an intricate dance of mutualism. In this partnership, the bees seek the aromatic treasures concealed within orchid blossoms while inadvertently ensuring the orchids' reproductive success. The males store these fragrant compounds in specialized leg pouches, which he will use as offerings to entice a potential partner.

The orchid bee teaches us the value of collecting fragments of beauty and knowledge along our path, to offer them as gifts to those who share our voyage. It underscores the idea that the journey itself, marked by diligence and purpose, is as valuable as the destination. In the embrace of the Three of Antennae and the world of these resplendent creatures, we find inspiration to journey boldly, to seek the rarest nectars of life's experiences, and to offer the essence of our discoveries as tokens of connection and allure on the path of exploration. It is a testament to the enduring spirit of those who dare to venture forth, driven by the call of the unknown.

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CURSE OF THE RUBY ━ james norrington ⎈

Felicity Smith's life in Port Royal had been less than adequate, as both women and men looked at her disdainfully. Gentlemen did not court a woman with nothing to her name, much less marry her with no prospects on the horizon. Ladies didn't want to be associated with her for fear that she would taint their good name. She was a mystery that people would rather leave unsolved, except for Governor Swann and his daughter Elizabeth. Felicity would do or be anything they needed to repay their kindness, including standing aside and watching the man she loved marry another. James Norrington couldn't remember when Felicity was not part of his life. His daily routine of sleeping, working, and dining revolved around her and what her day consisted of. He always looked forward to seeing her when he was off duty after long hours in the sun. Expeditions seemed an eternity away from his home, but he would only think of her to pass the time. James had thought he would marry the kind red jewel one day but worried about what society would think. So instead, he settled on her companion, Elizabeth, who was a much more suitable match for a gentleman of his standing. When a certain Captain comes to town and sets off a chain of unpredictable events, Felicity gets a taste of the other side of the law, and James' true feelings are tested. Together the couple is thrust into a journey where true loyalties are tested, and their love for one another is put on the line. Felicity doesn't want to get in the way of James' happiness, but what if his happiness is her?

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Astrology and Opals: Why Black Opal Is the Stone for Modern Men

There exists a certain magnetism surrounding a Black Opal Men's Ring. It encapsulates the mystery and charm of the cosmos, merging elegance with profound spiritual significance. Throughout the ages, Opal Jewelry has been associated with mysticism and astrology and is esteemed as an emblem of protection, creativity, and personal expression.

In a society where men are progressively adopting their unique identities, the Black Opal transcends its status as merely a gemstone rather, it serves as a bold statement. Stay tuned to learn more about the popularity of Black Opal and why it is becoming so popular among men.

The Unique Appeal of Black Opals

Black Opal Jewelry often regarded as a marvel in the world of gemstones, is celebrated for its enchanting play of color, rendering it one of the rarest and most valuable opals. Unlike other opals, the deep black backdrop of the Black Opal enhances the vivid colors, creating a mesmerizing contrast. This gemstone exudes mystery and elegance. Hence, it is perfect for Modern Wedding bands for men who desire a unique and timeless aesthetic.

However, the allure of Black Opal is not solely attributed to its appearance, but also to its rich history and cultural significance. Although it is often more expensive, many consider it a worthwhile investment because it carries both beauty and rarity.

Astrology Meets Style

Astrologically, the Black Opal is linked to transformation, emotional balance, and confidence. It’s thought to enhance positive traits; moreover, it fosters self-awareness. This makes it a significant option for Cool Wedding Bands for men.

Whether you are attracted to its spiritual advantages, or its captivating aesthetics, Black Opal Jewelry combines purpose with luxury. However, one might consider the personal resonance it holds, because such connections can enrich the experience.

Types of Black Opal

When selecting Opal Rings for Men, comprehending the types of black opal is crucial. From the radiant lightning ridge black opal to the intense harlequin patterns, each variety narrates its unique tale. These opals differ in color intensity and design, thus rendering every Black Opal Men's Ring truly exceptional.

Why Black Opal Is Ideal for Contemporary Men

Today’s man desires depth and distinction. Thus, a Cool Wedding Bands for Men collection lacks completeness without the symbolic essence of the Black Opal. It embodies individuality, resilience, and emotional depth qualities that modern men highly regard.

Check out this spectacular Opal Black Ring for men that would leave you in awe!

Aurora Flame Ring - Black Tungsten Crushed Opal Men's Wedding Band 8MM

Opal Gemstones are gorgeous, unique, personal, and hugely popular. No other gem features the same shimmering colors that you'll find in Opal. Like the shiniest stars in the sky, this Premium Opal Wedding Ring is subtly captivating, grabbing your attention from every angle. Made out of high-quality Opal with a Black Tungsten Ring, it feels on hand like a piece of lost treasure. It is lightweight, easy, and comfortable to wear. The Unique Beveled Edge Ring is unmissable on your finger and sets a great accent!

Conclusion: The Ideal Fusion of Style and Significance

A Mens Opal Wedding Band transcends mere adornment. It serves as a manifestation of personality and conviction. Whether chosen for its astrological advantages or its unparalleled beauty, Black Opal Jewelry remains a prominent selection for the contemporary man.

Make a bold statement with the best black opal men’s ring from Rings By Pristine and carry nature’s beauty with you every day. Rings By Pristine delivers 100% authentic rings made from the most superior quality opal. Visit us now!

Disclaimer- The information provided in this content is just for educational purposes and is written by a professional writer. Consult us to learn more about astrology and opals: why black opal is the stone for modern men.

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Crafting Radiance: Artistry and Stories Behind Every Jewel

Embark on a luminous journey through the enchanting pages of "Crafting Radiance: Artistry and Stories Behind Every Jewel." This captivating narrative unravels the secrets and inspirations woven into each exquisite gem, inviting you to explore the world of fine craftsmanship and the tales that adorn these radiant treasures.

In "Crafting Radiance," the spotlight shines on the artistry that goes beyond the surface of every jewel. Immerse yourself in the meticulous process of creation, where skilled artisans breathe life into raw materials, transforming them into timeless masterpieces. The narrative unveils the techniques and traditions that have stood the test of time, making each piece a testament to the marriage of heritage and innovation.

This chronicle is not just a showcase of dazzling gems but a collection of stories waiting to be told. From the rarest diamonds to vibrant colored gemstones, each jewel carries with it a narrative of its origin, cultural significance, and the hands that meticulously crafted it. Through these stories, "Crafting Radiance" invites you to connect with the rich history and meaning behind every sparkle.

Beyond the aesthetics, the narrative delves into the societal and emotional impact of these radiant creations. Explore how jewels become symbols of love, milestones, and cultural identity, transcending their material value. From heirlooms passed through generations to contemporary pieces that redefine modern elegance, the stories behind these gems resonate with the human experience.

"Crafting Radiance" is a celebration of diversity in design, encapsulating a spectrum of styles that cater to every taste. Whether exploring the regal allure of vintage pieces or the sleek sophistication of contemporary designs, this narrative serves as a guide for enthusiasts and connoisseurs alike, inviting them to appreciate the kaleidoscope of possibilities within the world of jewelry.

As you turn the pages of "Crafting Radiance," you'll discover the symbiotic relationship between art and adornment. It's an ode to the creators who infuse their passion into each jewel, leaving an indelible mark on the world of craftsmanship. This narrative is an invitation to appreciate the luminosity that emanates from every gem and the radiant stories that make them timeless. "Crafting Radiance" is not just a book; it's a journey into the heart of artistry, where every jewel tells a story, and every story crafts radiance.

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The Rarest Muscle Cars Ever Made – Do You Have One of These Hidden Gems?

  Did you know the 1949 Oldsmobile Rocket 88 was the first muscle car? It had a 135-horsepower engine. This car could hit 97 mph, and that's just the start. We're diving into the world of rare muscle cars that have won over fans and collectors. Alongside the well-known Dodge, Chevrolet, and Ford muscle cars lie hidden treasures. Brands like AMC, Plymouth, Pontiac, and Mercury made their mark too. For instance, the 1955 Chrysler C-300 was a standout in NASCAR. And the speedy 1963 Dodge 440 showed off American auto creativity at its peak. This article delves into the muscle car phenomenon's beginnings. We'll reveal the tales of classic models and uncover hard-to-find gems. For any muscle car lover, this look at the rarest, most desirable muscle cars is a must-read. It promises to excite and inform, no matter your experience with muscle cars. Key Takeaways - The 1949 Oldsmobile Rocket 88 is widely regarded as the first muscle car, igniting the trend of powerful V-8 engines in smaller cars. - The 1955 Chrysler C-300 was one of the first "supercars" and became a dominant force in NASCAR, showcasing its extraordinary capabilities. - The 1963 Dodge 440, despite its obscurity, was one of the fastest muscle cars ever made, with a range of engine options and impressive performance stats. - There are many forgotten gems from manufacturers like AMC, Plymouth, Pontiac, and Mercury that deserve recognition as muscle car unicorns. - Preserving the legacy of these highly-coveted muscle car gems is crucial to honoring the rich history of American muscle.

The Birth of Muscle Cars

1949 Oldsmobile Rocket 88: The First Muscle Car The 1949 Oldsmobile Rocket 88 is known as the first muscle car. It had a big 304ci V-8 engine that fit in smaller 78 coupes. This made the Rocket 88 very powerful. It's said to have started the V-8 high-performance cars era. The Olds Rocket 88 won NASCAR races from 1949 to 1952. Other car companies then saw the value of factory muscle. Ushering in the Era of V-8 High-Performance Cars The 1949 Oldsmobile Rocket 88 changed the game. It combined a powerful V-8 engine in a smaller car. This started the muscle car origins. It opened the door for a brand new type of V-8 high-performance cars. These cars would go on to excite car lovers for years.

Chrysler's Supercar Dominance

In 1955, the Chrysler C-300 first hit the scene as a Chrysler supercar. It quickly took hold as a star in NASCAR. This sleek two-door hardtop featured a 300 horsepower Hemi V-8. It was designed with two four-barrel carbs to meet NASCAR's rules, with a goal of leading the pack. At the time, NASCAR races featured cars that people could easily buy. This made the battles on the track thrillingly fair. Every car was like the others, coming straight from the showroom floor. Homologation for NASCAR Success The 1955 Chrysler C-300 wasn't just a car; it was built for high-performance supercar tasks. With its mighty Hemi engine and special tweaks, it was ready to race. Any success in NASCAR would mean showing off Chrysler's ability to make top-tier muscle cars for both the road and the track.

Studebaker's Surprising Power

Studebaker was once a famous name, especially for its affordable cars that were not as fancy as others. But in 1956, everything changed when they introduced the Studebaker Golden Hawk. This car packed a lot of power like the top cars in its class but was cheaper. 1956 Studebaker Golden Hawk: A Sleeper Hit In 1956, Studebaker built 4,071 Golden Hawks, with only 786 having a special transmission. These rare ones, with a certain transmission and gear setup, could go from zero to 60 faster than a Chevrolet Corvette and a Ford Thunderbird. Outperforming Thunderbird and Corvette The Golden Hawk had a V-8 engine with 275 horsepower. This, combined with its lighter weight, made it quicker than the Ford Thunderbird and the Chevrolet Corvette. It was truly a hidden gem from Studebaker that showed it could beat top cars in a race.

AMC's Distinctive Muscle

In the late 1950s, American Motors Corporation stood out. While others focused on big luxury or small cars, AMC chose a different path. They came out with the AMC Rambler Rebel, a mid-size model. It didn't fit into the usual category of rare AMC muscle cars. Yet, AMC did something special. They added a large 327ci V-8 engine. This made the AMC Rambler Rebel the first true muscle car of those times. 1957 AMC Rambler Rebel: The First True Muscle Car In 1957, the AMC Rambler Rebel changed the automotive world. Between large and small cars, it was just right. It had a powerful V-8 engine. This mix created the first mid-size muscle car. It opened the door for more mid-size muscle cars to come.

Rarest Muscle Cars

The 1963 Chevrolet Impala Sport Coupe Z11 and 1963 Dodge 440 are among the rarest muscle cars. They stand for top power and rarity from the peak of American muscle cars. 1963 Chevrolet Impala Sport Coupe Z11: Drag Strip Domination In 1963, Chevrolet stepped it up with the Z11 version of the Impala. It featured a special 427 engine for top drag racing performance. Only 57 of the 1963 Chevrolet Impala Z11 models were ever made, adding to its legend. 1963 Dodge 440: The Obscure Speedster The 1963 Dodge 440 is tough to pin down but could pack big power under the hood. Models could range from a modest 318 to the mighty 426 Max Wedge, giving it impressive drag strip dominance.

Ford's Unsung Muscle Heroes

Not just the famous Ford muscle cars like Mustangs and Cobra Jet Mavericks are special. There are lesser-known, equally remarkable models. For example, the 1964 Ford Fairlane Thunderbolt and the 1970 Ford Falcon 429 Cobra Jet stand out. 1964 Ford Fairlane Thunderbolt: The God Of... The 1964 Ford Fairlane Thunderbolt was a beast for drag racing and NASCAR. It had a light body and a huge 427 V8. With only 57 made, these Thunderbolts are rare and sought after by collectors. 1970 Ford Falcon 429 Cobra Jet: Compact Power The 1970 Ford Falcon 429 Cobra Jet wasn’t as loud as the Ford Mustang or Torino. But, it was a powerhouse with a 429 V8. Its small size but big power made it shine on the drag strip, proving Ford's skill at creating unsung muscle car heroes.

Mopar's Forgotten Gems

The Mopar muscle cars like the Dodge Challengers and Chargers are famous. But, not all fans know about gems like the 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona and 1970 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda. These cars are significant too. 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona: Winged Warrior The 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona was a unique Charger made for NASCAR. It had a special nose and rear spoiler. With a 426 Hemi V8 engine, it was built to rule the racetrack. 1970 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda: The Ultimate Muscle Car Many see the 1970 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda as the best. Its 426 Hemi V8 made it extremely powerful. Its design is known all over, making it a must-have muscle car from that time.

GM's Underappreciated Muscle

The well-known GM muscle cars like Chevrolet Camaros and Pontiac Firebirds shine bright in car lore. But, a few hidden gems from General Motors need their time in the spotlight. The 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle LS6 and the 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge are two perfect examples. 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle LS6: The Heavyweight Champ The 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle LS6 stood as a heavyweight muscle car champion. It featured a huge 454 cubic-inch big-block V8. This engine roared to life with 450 horsepower, making it incredibly strong. It was at the top among GM muscle cars at that time. It ruled the drag strip, showing off its immense power without peer. 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge: The Rebel Rouser The 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge was the fiery alter ego of the GTO. It came with a unique look and incredible drag strip abilities. This muscle car symbolized the rebellious spirit of its time. It attracted fans looking for something different yet powerful.

Rare Muscle Trucks

While we usually hear about famous muscle cars, rare muscle trucks are just as impressive. These unique trucks combine high performance with the features of a regular pickup. They're like special, powerful gems in the car world. 1993 GMC Typhoon: The Turbocharged Tornado The 1993 GMC Typhoon stood out as a turbocharged SUV. It carried a V6 engine that could match up with some sports cars. The Typhoon was not just any truck. It was a top performer among rare muscle trucks. 1990 Chevrolet 454 SS: The Muscle Pickup The 1990 Chevrolet 454 SS showed us pickups could also be muscle cars. It featured a powerful 454 cubic-inch V8 engine. This gave it muscle car strength and pickup truck use. It proved Chevrolet could redefine a turbocharged muscle truck.

Conclusion

Preserving the Legacy of Rare Muscle Cars Mustangs, Camaros, and Chargers are well-known in car history. But, there are many others like Studebaker's Golden Hawk and AMC's Rambler Rebel. These less-known models show the creativity and power of American cars from the muscle car era. It's important to remember these rare cars. They highlight the amazing history of American muscle cars. The Enduring Allure of American Muscle Muscle cars, like the 1970 Plymouth Hemi Superbird, always draw people in. They represent the best in American car design and technology. These special cars, such as the 1969 Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, are top examples. They show why people love American muscle cars. By valuing these hidden gems, we keep the spirit of muscle cars alive. It inspires those who love cars for years to come. Read the full article

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Unveiling Çrviti: Exploring the Magic of Nature's Hidden Treasure

Introduction

Have you ever wondered about something amazing and mysterious called çrviti? Imagine a magical place full of wonders that feels like a dream. Çrviti is like a hidden treasure that many people don't know about, but once you discover it.

In this blog post, we're going to explore çrviti in a fun and easy way. You'll learn what çrviti is, why it's so special, and some cool facts that will make you want to know even more. Imagine a place where you can find beautiful landscapes, unique animals, and amazing stories. It's like opening a big book filled with colorful pictures and exciting tales. Each page shows you something new and wonderful, from rare flowers to hidden waterfalls.

We'll take you on an adventure into the world of çrviti, showing you why it's such a special place and why it's important to protect it. Get ready to discover the beauty, the magic, and the secrets of çrviti. This journey will not only be fun but also help you understand the importance of nature. 

What is Çrviti?

Çrviti is a time period that may sound new and mysterious, however it is truly thrilling as soon as you get to recognize it. It's like a secret world full of fascinating things. Imagine an area where you can discover lovely landscapes, special animals, and extraordinary stories. Çrviti is all about discovering these wonders and getting to know about them.

Think of çrviti as a huge e book stuffed with colorful photos and stories. Each web page you turn suggests you something new and exciting. Whether it is an uncommon flower or a hidden waterfall, çrviti is full of surprises that make you curious to examine more.

The Beauty of Çrviti

One of the most exquisite matters about çrviti is its beauty. Imagine taking walks via a wooded area where the timber is so tall, they nearly contact the sky. Or photo a seaside with golden sand and clear blue water. Çrviti is full of locations like these that are so beautiful, they take your breath away.

But çrviti is not simply about what you see. It's additionally about what you hear and feel. The sound of birds singing, the scent of sparkling flowers, and the feeling of a gentle breeze on your face are all parts of the çrviti experience. It's like nature is giving you a big, warm hug.

Cool Facts About Çrviti

Did you understand that çrviti is domestic to some of the rarest animals in the world? For example, there are tinny frogs that can exchange shade to cover from predators. There are additionally birds with feathers that shimmer like rainbows. These animals are simply a few examples of the extraordinary creatures you can locate in çrviti.

Another cool reality is that çrviti has locations that appear like they got here from a fairy tale. There are forests with timber so old, they’ve viewed thousands of years of history. There are additionally caves with sparkling crystals that appear like they’re made of diamonds. Exploring these locations feels like stepping into a magical story.

Why Çrviti is Special

Çrviti is exclusive due to the fact it helps us recognize the significance of nature. When we study about çrviti, we begin to see how the entirety in nature is connected. The plants, animals, and even the climate all work collectively to create a balanced and healthful environment.

By exploring çrviti, we additionally analyze why it's necessary to guard nature. Many of the locations and creatures in çrviti are refined and want our assistance to remain safe. When we take care of nature, we make certain that these lovely and extraordinary matters can be loved by everyone, now and in the future.

How to Explore Çrviti

Exploring çrviti can be a lot of fun, and there are many approaches to do it. One way is to go on a nature walk. You can go to a park, a forest, or even a beach. Look round and see what fascinating matters you can find. You may find a colorful flower, a cool rock, or even a tiny animal.

Another way to discover çrviti is by means of learning. You can examine books about nature, watch documentaries, or even take a category about wildlife. The extra you learn, the extra you may admire the wonders of çrviti. It's like going on a journey barring leaving your home. Techtinny is a great resource to explore, offering detailed information and fascinating insights into the wonders of nature. By using platforms like Techtinny, you can deepen your understanding and appreciation of çrviti, making your learning experience even more enriching and enjoyable

Protecting Çrviti

Just like a superhero protects their city, we can all be heroes for çrviti. One way to do this is via no longer littering. When we throw trash on the ground, it can damage the vegetation and animals. Instead, we have to continually use trash cans and recycle when we can.

We can additionally guard çrviti via saving water and energy. Turning off the lights when we do not want them and taking shorter showers are small moves that make a large difference. When we guard nature, we make sure that the splendor of çrviti stays around for a long time.

Sharing the Wonders of Çrviti

One of the excellent matters about çrviti is sharing its wonders with others. You can inform your pals and household about the cool matters you've got learned. You can even take them on nature walks and exhibit them in your favored spots. Sharing the magic of çrviti helps extra human beings respect and care for nature.

You can additionally share your love for çrviti by way of drawing snapshots or writing stories. Use your creativeness to create artwork that indicates the splendor of nature. Whether it is a portrait of a sundown or a story about a courageous explorer, your creativity can encourage others to love çrviti too.

Conclusion

Çrviti is like a hidden treasure full of brilliant wonders. From lovely landscapes to uncommon animals, there’s so much to find out and enjoy. By mastering çrviti, we recognize the significance of nature and why we ought to defend it.

Exploring çrviti can be exciting and exciting. Whether you’re strolling in a park or studying a book about wildlife, each journey teaches you something new. You would possibly find colorful flowers, cool rocks, or even tiny animals. Each trip helps us respect the magic of çrviti.

Let’s all be explorers and protectors of çrviti. Small movements like not littering, saving water, and recycling can make a huge difference. By caring for nature, we make certain that the wonders of çrviti are preserved for everybody to enjoy.

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Ch.22: Zhongli's Treat

Zhongli: Ah, you're here. There's no need to order, I've already done so. "Third-Round Knockout" is not for lightweights, like those taverns in Mondstadt. Here, the owner does not take such unorthodox orders as fruit juice.

Aether: So, does this mean I can order wine this time?

Zhongli: I ordered some wine-fermented sweet rice balls for you if that counts.

Aether: *sighs* I guess I should have expected this...

Y/n: *sighs* I wanted juice....

Iron Tongue Tian: ...If it's to your liking, dear customers, I shall continue the tale of Lady Ningguang's Jade Chamber.

Paimon: Hey, there's even a storyteller here! Great atmosphere!

Zhongli: Besides the fine wine, the excellent ambiance is the reason why this place is so well loved. But, when I say ambiance, I refer to a different sort from the one the Teyvat Travel Guide uses to judge other establishments.

Iron Tongue Tian: As you all know, high above the land of Liyue lies a pavilion in the clouds, a palace in the mist... What does it mean to have all-seeing eyes? This, my friends: Lady Ningguang's masterwork that bridges earth and sky. Imagine. The weather is clear, and you gaze down from the deck on the world below... Behold! The glorious sights of Liyue Harbor, stretching out far and wide!

They say that when Lady Ningguang ponders important affairs, she retreats to her Jade Chamber with none but her three closest confidantes in tow. Why brings she these trusted three? To sift through sources, dig through documents — looking for information.

Piece by piece, facts and figures paint a picture on the walls of the chamber... But well before the wall is filled, Lady Ningguang's mind is made up.

Having made her call, she has every last document shredded. And fwoosh! she scatters the shavings out her window.

Ah, look at them! How they billow in the wind like a sudden swirling blizzard! As the fragments fall, traces of text flicker before the eyes of the merchants of Liyue like ink stains in white snow.

The saying goes, the rarest treasures in the land are the words brought by the paper snow. For the words of the Tianquan have the power to move mountains and all throughout the land know it.

Iron Tongue Tian: These are but scraps of paper, and yet they guide Lady Ningguang's hand — such is their value. Merely grasping one or two of them will surely gift you a fragment of her wisdom — enough to stay a step or two ahead of your peers.

Y/n: Tianquan Ningguang... feels like we're hearing this name a lot.

Paimon: Liyue locals talk about her, the Fatui hate her, she's most likely the one who hid the Exuvia, and we saw her at the Rite of Descension...Paimon wonders what sort of person she is.

???: At last, I have found you, you who returned from Jueyun Karst.

Paimon: Who's there?

Y/n: Paimon, we gotta go...!

???: Wait, I am not with the Millelith, nor am I here to claim your bounty!

Ganyu: However, I am an emissary of the Liyue Qixing. My name is Ganyu, secretary at the Yuehai Pavilion, and I have come specifically to meet you.

Aether/Y/n: Emissary? Secretary?

Ganyu: Well, in concrete terms, I am the corporate secretary for the Qixing. At the moment, I am serving as Lady Ningguang's special emissary.

Paimon: Ningguang sent you? We were literally just talking about her...

Ganyu: My apologies, you who have returned from Jueyun Karst... I am duty-bound and can not extend my courtesy to you in full. But I have with me a letter from lady Ningguang. She extends a formal invitation to you in her capacity as Tianquan. She invites you to her palace in the sky.

Paimon: An official invitation...?

Ganyu: Lady Ningguang said this: "Invite them to come here.I wish to meet them. At the Jade Chamber, together, we shall snip every one of these entwining dark threads." *disappears*

Paimon: And with that, the emissary who called herself Ganyu just disappeared. But we've received an invitation from the Liyue Qixing. Paimon still can't believe it! Aether, Y/n! We'll be meeting people that have any more money than Paimon could ever count! We should be on our very best manners!

Y/n: *wiping her mouth* We always mind our manners. In fact you should be the one who should mind their manners.

Aether: Agreed, Paimon is up to something again...

Zhongli: Hah... An invitation to visit the Jade Chamber is a rare honor, indeed. You'd best be on your way now. But don't forget about the Rite of Parting. Once you've finished at the Jade Chamber, meet me at Dihua Marsh.

Paimon: Don't worry, we won't forget! Dihua Marsh. We'll see you there!

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