#the song Misty and Crystal sing is called

[themarshmallownerd]

New Chapter: A Lazarus Drug

Link: Chapter 4

Previous: Chapter 3

First: Chapter 1 (AO3)

A/N: Content warnings in this chapter for a depiction of claustrophobia/near-suffocation, ritualistic self-harm (canon-typical stuff), depiction of hallucinations, and being mean to Natalie :(

Preview: It was just her luck to not hear anything when she was missing Laura Lee so viscerally. And when thoughts of Natalie only made her tense with worry. She couldn’t help but yearn for some of the morbid comfort of a ghost’s familiar voice. Maybe even find out what she had been trying to get Lottie to hear. 

Perhaps it was something to help her keep Jackie’s attention off of her and Natalie both.  

Lottie slowly set down the blanket she was working on. Her mind had started to wander completely elsewhere, retracing the moments where she had heard things that may or may not have been there. There were times when the sounds felt more visceral, more guaranteed to be heard. Like the broken tree stump at Doomcoming, where something had told her that they wouldn’t be hungry much longer.

When it came to Laura Lee, Lottie would hear her voice when she was here at the cabin, most often in close proximity to Jackie. But there had been that day in the woods when Laura Lee followed her, when Lottie’s body had unconsciously taken her towards the clearing for the hunter’s plane. The last place she’d seen her friend in person.

If Lottie went back there, would the ghost follow her again? 

She didn’t know how she would be able to know for sure, aside from trying it out herself.

So, that’s what she would do.

Thankfully, everyone was too busy with chores (or whatever Taissa and Van were going back and forth on) to notice Lottie squirreling herself away in the pantry, wrapping herself in an extra jacket atop the faux-fur one she was already wearing and insulating her clothes with scarves, the way she had seen Natalie and Travis do with magazine pages every morning for the past few months. Hopefully, it would have the same effect.

Once she was finished bracing herself for the cold (as best she could), she had still gone unnoticed by the rest of her teammates. There was a clear path to the door, and if all went well, she would go unnoticed as she crossed it as well. 

However, there was one thing that gave her pause. On the tray table left in one corner of the kitchen, there sat the cutting board and hunting knife that Shauna used to serve their bear portions every night. 

She didn’t know why, but she was flooded with a sudden feeling of, I should take it with me. Be it for protection or…for something else, she wasn’t sure yet. 

Either way, she took the knife with her, slotting it behind the belt tie of her jacket. She reasoned that Shauna wouldn’t need it until later in the evening anyway. 

Indeed, she was able to slip past the front door of the cabin with very little fanfare. Jackie was still outside, pacing the length of the porch and muttering to herself in frustrated French, “Le voleur est là. Elle nous le cache! Elle le cache!”

Lottie wasn’t even going to attempt to translate that. Instead, she continued on her way, holding her breath a little as she crossed through Jackie’s path. 

Her undead teammate continued her pacing as if Lottie wasn’t even there. 

The young prophet made a beeline for the trees, her steps surprisingly light for the snow she had to wade through. Her whole body felt lighter than usual, elevated by sheer relief to get away so easily. To not have anyone begging her for emotional guidance, or have Jackie staring intensely at her, felt like the first real breath she had taken in literal months. 

Her relief was promptly tempered by the freezing air all around her. It nipped at her face, turning her skin numb. Her body became uncomfortably tense against it, like she’d never left the anxious atmosphere of the cabin. She didn’t know how Travis and Natalie could trek through these conditions all day every day.

The tension only grew worse as she found the same path her unconscious body had taken her down the day of her panic attack. Just like then, it led her to a tree with the Wilderness’s symbol etched into the trunk, right at Lottie’s eye-level. 

She tried to ignore the inexplicable urge she had to press her hand against it. To test if she would feel protected or…whatever by its presence. 

She didn’t think she was ready to test whether or not it actually did anything. If the precautions she had been taking with it thus far were for naught, after all. 

Too cold to fidget with her fingers like she normally would, Lottie started chewing on her tongue from anxiety as she continued on. 

The clearing wasn’t far from there. A knot had formed in her stomach when she saw the tree with the symbol on it, and it only grew tighter and tighter as the spot where the bush plane had once been came into view. By the time she officially reached it, that taut ball of pain seemed to have replaced her stomach in its entirety. 

She came to a stop right at the center of the clearing. She tried not to think of it when it was clear of snow, covered instead in flourishing greenery. She tried not to imagine herself the last time she was here, with her teammates and Travis all gathered around her in a state of tentative hope, whereas she felt nothing but pure dread for something she couldn’t pinpoint. She tried not to think of the path they had cleared from here to the lake, wherein they had all chased after the decrepit Cessna as it took flight.

She tried not to think of the smell of smoke. The ball of fire over that spot on the lake. 

Exhaling shakily, Lottie dropped down to kneel at the heart of the clearing. She kept her ears peeled for anything. She even looked around, though she knew it was foolish to think she would actually see the person she came out here for. The ghost who had been calling for her, begging over and over and over again to listen to her.

“OK,” Lottie said to the open air in invitation. “I’m listening.”

[teabookgremlin]

babe wake up lila’s thoughts on yellowjackets 02x04 just dropped. as per usual spoilers below cut. i loved this week’s ep so very hyped to share my thoughts!

- obsessed w/ fugue state tai at jessica roberts’ house. she was on a fucking mission and i respect it. i really liked having her wake up on the way to find van, i was kinda hoping she’d only come to once arriving at van’s shop but i liked to see that tai still had the same goal as other tai

- kinda obsessed with the new cover of the intro song, i mean it always goes so hard but it definitely slapped this week, wonder if it’ll stay this way for the rest of the season or not

- I DO NOT TRUST WALTER he knows what misty likes just too well. the musicals, the flattery, calling her a good friend, he wants something from her and he is trying to get her to trust him. i doubt she will and i want him to die at her hand but we’ll see as long as they don’t end up a couple i’m chill

- misty and crystal singing and annoying the others i love these loser girls so much

- who do we think stole some of the bear? i would say ben but like it would be hard for him to get out there without anyone noticing and i don’t think he has the motivation to go through extra effort for food rn. maybe javi? i don’t think sleep walking tai bc van has been following her. adding this to the list of cabin mysteries right next to who shit in the piss bucket

- “what exactly would you do about it, eat me?” ben no longer gives a fuck he is so ready to be bitchy to these cannibal teenagers and i love that for him

- very interested by lottie this episode oh boy, but as i’m going chronologically lets start with her silence when the hunting competition was proposed. it’s really interesting to me how she doesn’t seem to want this at all, like she does not want the influence she has over the girls, she does not want to be seen as this power and i’m intrigued to know if that’ll change at all

- now onto adult lottie: i want to know if something in particular happened to make her so scared of her visions bc in the wilderness so far she’s just been kinda going along with them so i’m curious to see when that shift occurs

- need to know what the dripping is that mari hears and absolutely loved her asking akilah to help her find it. mari is a hater to everyone but her we love to see it

- AKILAH MY BEST FRIEND AKILAH THE LITTLE MOUSE FRIEND SO FUCKING CUTE AKILAH IS JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL

- lottie returned to bear heart altar to perform a blood sacrifice —> did this bring the moose in some way? 

- obsessed with nat being so protective over lisa when they were with her mother that was so sweet nat really is the kindest of the bunch

- “not a bad person just a bad criminal” shauna you are in not position to judge how good a criminal someone is you also kinda suck at it

- nat taking the fish was so cute

- i don’t even know what to say about lottie’s hallucination except i’m in pain and lottie lee is real we won but i’m still very sad

- nat after they lost the moose made me want to cry. she is putting so much pressure on herself to feed everyone and just ugh she is making me feel things. and then her blaming herself for lottie almost dying too my girl <3

- LOTTIENAT that’s it that’s all i have for the tub scene

- so intrigued by the queen of hearts w/ eyes scratched out, maybe some connection to man w/ no eyes? connection to antler queen? idk maybe we will see lottie find out about man w/ no eyes and that’ll mean something?

- what the fuck happened to javi. where was he. how’d he survive. what’s wrong with him. is that even the real javi. i have many questions

- i think that van becoming increasingly convinced that tai has a connection to wilderness is going to lead to tai leaning into it more to stay close to van. their dynamic will probably start to shift more and i’m so interested to see how

- ok now onto the best part: ADULT TAIVAN THEY ARE HERE WE HAVE THEM MY BELOVEDS HAVE BEEN REUNITED

- just van’s expression when seeing tai, the little barely there smile as she says her name, her little shop, she’s real she’s here i love her she’s amazing thank you lauren

[angel-thing]

of all flowers, i chose you. conjuring images of coral reefs and the gentle blush of flowers at twilight, you’re a clandestine daisy in the middle of green-meadows. like a dust that surrounds daffodils in the light of early morning, a vivid yellow sunlight, evoking an ethereal and dreamlike aura reminiscent of saffron blossoms, my own sunflowertide. with each word he speaks, love’s anthem is sung, he sings of compassion, with an eloquent tongue, resembling verdant foliage, && capturing the essence of the glowing embers of a marigold. ahh, there are many things to utter, metaphors i can’t find. twenty-first trips around the sun, a gentle lilacdew arose, with a subtle haze, alluding to the soft, shimmering brilliance of amethyst crystals, and that is you. like a misty morning hovering over periwinkle, nectar-comb, and lily-whispers, all of the perfect colors of a sunrises that eflected on roses, i chose you. you’re everything in my mind whenever hozier’s love-songs plays, and oh! how i wish that volcanoes stops the time so that whenever it explodes; we escape the world. what else can a poet write when in love? i shrugs at that question, however, i’d bleed for you in secret. you remind me of a deep—mesmerizing shades of the sea when touched by the sun, like a heliotropes, that never-ending susurrous sound calls your name, many words i’d like to speak, swirling patterns found in nebulas, resembling verdant foliage. however, there’s one thing that’s for sure, you gave me peace, your once timid heart is now bold and free, embrace the love that sets you free, my safest haven.

[dossantosspirit]

Top 100 of 2012 [REMASTERED] 10 years ago I did my first end of the year selection and it was a top 50. By that time I started to discover more music and so, I’ve decided to select the best 50 from that year (a thing I still do until today). This year, to celebrate the decade achievement, I did a remaster to my first top ever I turned it into a top 100. Enjoy! 100. Matt and Kim – Let’s Go 99. The Killers – Runaways 98. Wake Owl – Gold 97. Funeral Suits – All Those Friendly People 96. Wiz Khalifa – Work Hard Play Hard 95. Dan Croll – From Nowhere 94. Muse – Madness 93. Bastille – Flaws 92. Big Sean – Guap 91. Angus Stone – Monster 90. Purity Ring – Fineshrine 89. Chief Keef – I Don’t Like (ft. Lil Reese) 88. The Vaccines – Teenage Icon 87. Perfume Genius – Hood 86. The Ting Tings – Day To Day 85. Bloc Party – Octupus 84. A$AP Ferg – Work 83. Linkin Park – Lost In The Echo 82. The Shins – Simple Song 81. Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros – Man On Fire 80. Katy Perry – Wide Awake 79. Future – Turn On The Lights 78. Kacey Musgraves – Merry Go Round 77. Kid Cudi – Just What I Am (ft. King Chip) 76. Mumford and Sons – I Will Wait 75. Carly Rae Jepsen – Call Me Maybe 74. Twin Shadow – Five Seconds 73. Frank Ocean – Pyramids 72. D.I.D. – Teenage Daughter 71. DIIV – Doused 70. Father John Misty – Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings 69. A$AP Rocky – Fuckin’ Problems (ft. 2 Chainz, Drake & Kendrick Lamar) 68. Kodaline – All I Want 67. Kid Ink – Hell & Back 66. Matisyahu – Sunshine 65. Alabama Shakes – Hold On 64. Icona Pop – I Love It (ft. Charli XCX) 63. Todd Terje – Inspector Norse 62. Kendrick Lamar – Money Trees 61. Chairlift – I Belong In Your Arms 60. Tame Impala – Elephant 59. Paloma Faith – Picking Up The Pieces 58. XXYYXX – About You 57. Death Grips – I’ve Seen Footage 56. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Same Love (ft. Mary Lambert) 55. Alt-J – Taro 54. The Lumineers – Ho Hey 53. Cat Power – Ruin 52. Crystal Castles – Affection 51. Imagine Dragons – It’s Time 50. Taylor Swift – We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together 49. Woddkid - Run Boy Run 48. Sharon Van Eten – Serpents 47. Of Monsters and Men – Little Talks 46. Haim – Forever 45. Jai Paul – Jasmine 44. The Temper Trap – Trembling Hands 43. Panama – It’s Not Over 42. Grimes – Oblivion 41. Flume – Sleepless (ft. Jezzabell Doran) 40. Mac Demarco – Ode To Viceroy 39. Japandroids – The House That Heaven Built 38. Miike Snow – Paddling Out 37. First Aid Kit – Emmylou 36. Jack White – Sixteen Saltines 35. Hot Chip – Flutes 34. Two Door Cinema Club – Sun 33. Mac Miller – Clarity 32. Django Django – Default 31. Passion Pit – I’ll Be Alright 30. Miguel – Adorn 29. THGHT – Higher Ground 28. Grizzly Bear – Yet Again 27. Solange – Losing You 26. G.O.O.D. Music – Mercy 25. Sleigh Bells – Comeback Kid 24. AlunaGeorge – I Know You Like It 23. Kendrick Lamar – Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe 22. Rhye – The Fall 21. M.I.A. – Bad Girls 20. Disclosure – Latch (ft. Sam Smith) 19. Usher – Climax 18. The XX – Angels 17. Arctic Monkeys – R U Mine? 16. Danny Brown – Grown Up 15. Lana Del Rey – National Anthem 14. Tame Impala – Feels Like We Only Go Backwards 13. Bat For Lashes – Laura 12. Santigold – Disparate Youth 11. Sky Ferreira – Everything Is Embarrassing 10. Beach House – Myth 9. A$AP Rocky – Goldie 8. Alt-J – Breezeblocks 7. Fiona Apple – Every Single Night 6. Jessie Ware – Wildest Moments 5. CHVRCHES – The Mother We Share 4. Passion Pit – Take A Walk 3. Kendrick Lamar – Swimming Pools (Drank) 2. Grimes - Genesis 1. Frank Ocean - Thinkin Bout You

>>> Playlist on Spotify <<<

[fourdollarwords]

Tag Game - Tag People You Want To Know Better

got tagged by @yuusaris because she's not sick of me talking about myself yet. ;)

Favourite time of the year: Fall. I love sweaters. I love soup. I love the orange color of the leaves. I love Halloween. I love the chill in the air and curling up in a blanket with my kitty. I love it all.

Comfort foods: Meatloaf, chicken pot pie, things that are hearty and make me feel cozy.

Do you collect anything: I used to have a bitching rock collection. I gave it to another kid when I went away to college. I hope he loved it as much as I did. I've kinda started collecting crystals again, so keeping that. And I should probably list my art prints. I get so many every time I go to a con. <3

Favourite drink: Mountain Dew - Thrashed Apple. Since I stopped drinking alcohol my sugar cravings have gone up, and they were already pretty high. Plus this tastes almost exactly like an appletini, which was one of my favorite drinks.

Favourite music artists: Halestorm probably. I've seen her in concert more than once. And Bare Naked Ladies. I actually traveled to see them in concert. In general though I'm really bad with musical artists. I can sing along to a song and get every lyric and have absolutely no idea who sings it.

Current favourite songs: I'm a musical theater junkie so that's what's usually going through my head. Been listening to Heathers, Be More Chill, and Hadestown mostly atm, so I'll put one from each.

Favourite Fics:

'Twas the Groundhog Day Before Christmas - one of my all time favorite Boostle fics. I love me some Groundhog day fun and this is just beautiful and makes me so happy every time I read it.

We Should Be A Settled Argument - I went hard for Nygmobblepot after finally watching Gotham even though I didn't watch it until 2 years after it finished. XD Kinda glad I didn't watch it in real time though because as much as I love some season 3 shipping, I adore Ed and Oswald's relationship status in the finale. This fic does an amazing job with characterization and fills in the gap between the time skip which is just the best kind of fic to read imo.

Call Me By Name - I'm a sucker for soulmate fics and I'm a sucker for Tuckington. Having one of the characters know they're soulmates and the other not until later is one of my favorite takes on this trope and these two are such dramatic dumbasses I love it!

Tagging: @stargazinglyssa, @nomonoke, @misty-eyed-fireflies, @corvidcorgi, @dakt37

[elliemarchetti]

Clear As Silver Drops

It’s my birthday and I post what I want to! *sing this as Necessary Evil by Motionless in White*

To be totally honest, this is inspired by @my-darling-haldir who was asking for Haldir fic recs for her bday and I said myself why not? Why not indulge in your love for elves and mixed ocs? So here we are, with something in which Legolas isn’t with the Fellowship and in his place we have Elva, the only woman in a group otherwise made up of men only.  Enjoy!

Words: 3132

"I'm afraid we can't stay here any longer," Aragorn said, turning his gaze to the mountains, raising his sword as if he wanted to curse Gandalf for his recklessness.

“What hope do we have without him, now?” asked Frodo under his breath, talking mainly to himself.

“We’ll have to do without hope,” replied Elva, talking to the whole Fellowship. “It may be that one day at least he’ll be avenged, but for now, let’s have courage and stop mourning: we have a long way to go and a lot of things to do.”

At her words they all stood up to look around, making her weigh for the umpteenth time what her role really was in their mission. She should’ve asked Gandalf when she still had time, but now he had taken that secret to the grave and she could do nothing but find it herself. A skilled archer and an excellent diplomat, Elva felt more like she was there to act as a glue between cultures, and thus prevent those men, all with different histories and upbringing, to go one to the North, dominated by three sparkling white peaks, Celebdil, Fanuidhol and Caradhras, one to the East, where the forward-projected arms of the mountains steepened abruptly, with distant lands extending beyond, and one to the South, where the Misty Mountains stretched endlessly. 

Less than a mile away, slightly lower, as they were located at a high point on the eastern flank of the valley, they saw a lake: it was long and oval, looking like the tip of a spear stuck deep in the basin to the north, with the southern waters out of the shadows, bathed in sunlight but still dark, the deep blue of a clear night sky seen from a lighted room. The surface was calm, and all around the bare banks were covered in soft grass. The Fellowship walked the uneven and bumpy road that descended from the Gates of Moria, just a winding path among heather and twigs, sprouted between the broken stones; it still could be seen that it once meandered from the Dwarf Kingdom’s lowlands, but the broad paved street was now reduced to a ghost of itself, just like Durin’s stone.

“I can’t go on without deviating for a moment to see the wonder of the valley!” exclaimed Gimli.

“Be quick, then!” said Aragorn, checking the gates behind them. “The sun sets early, and even if the Orcs won’t come out, perhaps, sooner than dusk, we must already be very far away at sunset; it’s almost new moon, so the night will be dark.”

Elva almost cursed under her breath: if the lightless night was approaching, even her monthly blood was coming. Of all the advantages of being a half-elf, unfortunately she hadn't inherited the one of not suffering like mortal women.

“Come with me, Elva!” cried the dwarf, distracting her from her thoughts. “I don’t want you to go away without first seeing Kheled-zaram.”

For some strange reason, despite her elven half, the dwarf liked her company, and quite a lot too. Together they descended the long green slope swiftly, followed slowly by the hobbits. A brief glance into the dark waters, and back again to the road, now turning south, going down quite steep from two offshoots that embraced the basin. A little lower than the lake, they encountered a deep well of crystal clear water, from which a steam rose, flowing right after down a rocky groove.

“Thirsty as you may be, don’t drink this water,” Gimli warned. “It’s cold as ice.”

“Over there, are the woods of Lothlorien,” said Elva, pointing at a golden haze in the flat lands. “It’s the most beautiful among all the homes of my people. There are no trees like those of that land: in autumn, their leaves don’t fall but turn to gold, replaced only in spring by the new buds covering the branches with yellow flowers. Then, the soil is gold as the ceiling and the smooth and grey bark of the trees make them look like silver columns, as our songs in Mirkwood still tell. My heart would be so happy if I were among the branches of that wood and the spring smiled!”

“My heart will be happy even if it’s winter,” Aragorn said. “But many miles separate us, let’s hurry!”

For a time, Frodo and Sam managed to keep up, but the warriors advanced swiftly and soon they were left behind. When Elva noticed, she immediately told Aragorn, who, seeing them so far away, ran back on his own steps, calling Boromir to follow him. He apologized, full of disquiet.

“So many things happened today, and we’re such in a hurry that I forgot you were injured. You should’ve said something, because in silence nothing has been done to alleviate your pain. A little further on there’s a place where we can rest for a moment. Come, Boromir, let’s carry them!”

They soon encountered another stream flowing down the western slopes, confusing its gurgling waters with the swirling ones of the Silverlode, diving together from an overhand of green coloured stone and foaming down in a hollow surrounded by fir trees, low and curved, with steeps sides covered with rapeseed and blueberry bushes. They stopped at the bottom, where was a flat area crossed by the bed of shiny pebbles in which the creek flowed noisy. It was nearly three in the afternoon, and they had travelled just a few miles from the Gates. The sun was already turning to west, painting a grave expression on Aragorn’s face as he cared for Frodo and Sam’s injuries.

“Lucky you” he exclaimed, to lighten up the gardener’s mood. “Many have received a worse reward for killing their first Orc. The cut isn’t poisoned, as is unfortunately the case for most wounds inflicted by their blades, so it’ll heal well.”

He then opened his saddlebag and took out some withered athelas. While fresh were more effective, the leaves would still do their work in cleaning the wound. When Frodo’s turn came, he was quite reluctant, saying he was fine and just needed some food and rest, but Aragorn persisted, and took off his old tunic and worn shirt, giving an exclamation of astonishment, which soon turned into laughter: the hobbit wore a silver coat that sparkled before their eyes like light on a choppy sea, the gems bright like stars and the tinkling of the rings producing the same sound as the first raindrops falling into a pond. If word got out that a hobbit had such a wonder, all the hunters of Middle Earth would’ve galloped towards the Shire, but all their arrows would’ve been vain before a mithril armour. Still, there was a dark blackened bruise on Frodo’s right side and one of the rings had passed through his soft leather jacket, penetrating into the flesh. While the others prepared the meal, Aragorn made more athelas water, filling the basin with its acrid fragrance. After the late lunch, the Fellowship put out the fire, erasing all traces of it, and climbed out the hollow, resuming the road. They hadn’t come far when the sun disappeared behind the western heights and great shadows crept along the sides of the mountains. Twilight veiled their feet, and a light mist glided in the depression, while far to the east, the evening lit up with its pale glow lands, plains and distant forests. Sam and Frodo managed to walk briskly and Aragorn led the Fellowship for another three hours with a single, shot break, after which the late nigh imposed her dark reign. There were several stars, but the moon waning would appear much later.

“Lothlorien!” Elva cried. “We have reached the edge of the Golden Wood!”

The trees stood imposing, arching over the road and the river that swept suddenly under their leafy branches, trunks gray in the pale starlight and leaves quivered with a touch of fallow yellow.

“We’re still too little far from the Gates, but we can’t go further. Let’s hope that the Elves virtue will protect us from the danger pursuing,” said Aragorn.

“Assuming the Elves still live here, in this darkening world,” Gimli said, joining them.

“It’s been a long time since some of my folks came back to see the land we abandoned centuries ago,” replied Elva, “but we know that Lorien is still not deserted and a secret force repels evil far from this district. Nevertheless, its inhabitants rarely show up, and perhaps now they live deep in the woods and far from the northern borders.”

Aragorn confirmed with a sigh, as if some memory in him had been awakened. “We must suffice to ourselves, for tonight. We’ll still walk a short distance, until the trees are thick around us, then we’ll leave the path to look for a place to rest.”

“There’s no other way?” asked Boromir, irresolute.

“What better way would you want?” asked Aragorn.

“A simple path, albeit flanked by a hedge of swords,” Boromir replied. “Our Fellowship has been conducted in strange ways, and all of them so far with an inauspicious outcome. Against my will we passed under the shadows of Moria, towards our perdition, and now we have to go into the Golden Woods, even if we have heard of that perilous district in Gondor, where it’s said that few of those who set foot there come out, and of these, non has been released unharmed.”

“Don’t say unharmed, but unchanged, and then your words will be truthful,” Aragon retorted. “Wisdom has certainly diminished in the city of those who were once wise if now they speak ill of Lothlorien. You may not believe me, but there’s no other way for us, unless you want to go back to the Gates or climb the mountains or swim alone along the Great River.”

“Then guide us!” agreed Boromir. “But it’s dangerous.” “Very,” Aragorn confirmed. “Beautiful and dangerous, but only the evil has to fear here.”

They walked a little over a mile into the forest when they encountered a third stream flowing rapidly from the tree-lined slopes, climbing west towards the mountains. They could hear it roar in a cascade hidden by the shadows, before the dark water crossed the path ahead of them, joining the Silverlode in a whirlwind of ponds hidden by tree roots. It was the Nimrodel, the river on which a long time ago the Silvan elves composed many song. She grew up singing them in the North, mindful of the rainbow over the waterfalls and the golden flowers floating on its foam. Everything was dark, now, and the Bridge over it collapsed, but its waters were still able to wash away any sign of fatigue, so she proposed to wade it to find on the other side a place to rest.

“The sound of falling water will perhaps bring us sleep and forgetfulness from sorrows.”

One after another, the men followed her and when they were all on the other bank, they sat down, rested and refreshed. Elva told the stores of Lothlorien, the ones the Mirkwood elves still treasured in their hearts, stories of the sun and stars on meadows along the Great River, from a time before the world turned gray. When finally silence fell, they heard the music of the waterfall that flowed smoothly in the shadows.

“Do you hear Nimrodel’s voice?” she asked. “I’ll sing you the story of a girl who was called like the river next to which she lived a long time ago. It’s a lovely song in Sylvan, but I’ll sing it in Westron for you.”

Then, with a sweet voice so faint it almost disappeared in the rustle of the leaves, she intoned the ballad of the elf with a white mantle edged with gold; she had long hair and white skin, the free girl with a voice clear like silver drops. It was evident that some of her companions thought this creature lost in the dewy mountains could’ve been her, so she sang about her lover, an elven king of trees and clearings, went away on a ship swept by the north wind.

From helm to sea they saw him leap, As arrow from the string, And dive into the water deep, As mew upon the wing. The wind was in his flowing hair, The foam about him shone; Afar they saw him strong and fair Go riding like a swan. But from the West has come no word, And on the Hither Shore No tidings Elven-folk have heard Of Amroth evermore.

When Elva's voice trembled, the song ended. She said she couldn't continue because she didn't remember how it went on, but it was a lie: long and sad was the story about the doom befallen on Lothlorien when the dwarves roused evil in the mountains. She glances sideways at Gimli, who looked somewhat grateful, and quickly changed subject, proposing to camp on the trees for the night. The Fellowship left the path, entering the shadows of the forest further dense, headed west along the mountains steam and far away from the river, until they found a small group of trees with big trunks.

“I’m at home in roots and branches, but this species is unknown to me; I need to climb to see what their shape and way of growing is,” said Elva.

“Whatever they are,” replied Pippin, “they would really be wonderful if they offer a possible night’s rest to others than birds: I don’t know how to sleep perched on a hanger!”

“Then dig a ditch in the ground, if that’s more to the habits of you race,” Elva retorted, impatiently. “But you have to dig fast and in depth, if you wish to hide from the Orcs.”

Before she could do anything else, however, an authoritative voice spoke from the shadows. In amazement, she crouched frightened against the trunk.

“Stay still,” she whispered to the others. “Don’t move and don’t speak!”

A soft laugh was heard in the foliage, and another clear voice spoke in an elven language. Elva looked up and answered in the same idiom, different from the ones the western elves used.

"Who are they, and what do they say?" asked Merry.

"They're Elves," Sam replied. "Don't you hear their voices?"

"And they say you breathe so hard they could pierce your heart despite the darkness,” Elva hissed, silencing the hobbits. To be honest, there was no reason to be afraid: the elves said they’ve been long aware of their presence but they didn’t hinder the Fellowship in crossing the river since they heard her voice beyond the Nimrodel and recognized she belonged to their Nordic lineage.

“They’re begging me to go up with Frodo. It seems they’ve received news about our journey but they ask the others to be patient for a moment and guard the feet of the tree, waiting for them to decide what to do.”

At those words, a ladder was lowered from the shadows: it was made of a silver-gray sparkling cord and despite its frail appearance, it proved itself strong enough to withstand the weight of several people. Elva went up fast, while Frodo tried to persuade Sam to stay with the others. It would’ve been a wise choice, it was easy to offend her people, but the gardener was immovable and in the end they entered the flet, talan in elvish, through the circular hole open in the centre. The elf holding the ladder, the eldest, invited her to sit with his companions, two younger guards, both fully dressed in silver gray fabric, a valid help to hide among the stumps and then greeted the hobbits in a slow Common Tongue.

“It’s rare for us not to use our mother tongue, since now we live in the heart of the forest and don’t like to deal with other people. Even our own relatives in the North are divided from us, but some still go in foreign lands to gather news and watch over enemies, and therefore they speak different languages like me. My brothers Rumil and Orophin understand little of what you say, but we heard of your coming from Lord Elrond’s messengers when they passed by Lorien on their way home. From many years we no longer knew anything about your race and we didn’t think there were still any hobbit in Middle Earth. You don’t seem bad natured and since you come with an elf of our lineage, it’s with pleasure that we’ll help you, as Elrond asked us to, although is not out habit to lead strangers across our land, but you’ll have to spend the night here. How many are you?”

"Eight: me, four of them,” said Elva, alluding to the hobbits, “and two men, one being Aragorn, an elf-friend of the Westernesse folk.”

“The name of Aragorn son of Arathorn is known in Lorien, and he has the benevolence of the Lady. So, everything is fine,” said Haldir. “But you have so far only named seven.”

“The eight is a dwarf,” admitted the girl, never lowering her eyes, no trace of shame in her voice. She knew that Haldir must’ve understood by now that not only elven blood ran in her veins, but he didn’t seem to care.

“This is not good: we haven’t dealt with them since the Dark Days and they’re not allowed into our country. I cannot let him pass.”

“He’s of the Lonely Mountain, one of Dain’s trusted people and friend of Lord Elrond, who has personally chosen him to be part of our Fellowship,” she explained. At her words, the three elves exchanged a long, knowing look.

“Is he perhaps your companion, milady?” Haldir asked.

“Would it make any difference on his courage and loyalty?” she asked, heedless of what some strangers might think. If she had cared about the opinion of all the souls she had met in her long life, her heart would’ve already burst with pain.

"Very well," said Rumil at last, displeased. Ignoring the fact that the hobbits didn’t understand him, he told her in Sindarin that if she and Aragorn had watched and answered for Gimli, he could’ve passed, but only blindfolded.

“Now, we mustn’t waste any more time,” Haldir resumed. “Your companions have been on the ground too long and soon in the morning you’ll have to continue your march. The hobbits will stay here with us, while you’ll remain in the other talan with the rest of the Fellowship.”

“Call if something is wrong!” he added in the end, as a farewell. Elva was halfway down the ladder when she heard one of his brothers mutter something about such a beautiful voice wasted in a terribly vulgar way, but she couldn’t understand his reply.

[ghosstkid]

a thousand miles down to the sea bed, i found a place to rest my head (never let me go)

title from the song never let me go by florence and the machine 

a part of this annrossier series <3 

ao3

A soft blue light streams in through the windows. It is the colour of a gentle, nearly translucent stream; so blue and cool to the touch. The blue morning glow slowly fills the room, revealing what the night tried so desperately to hide.

Unfinished letters. Lost words.

An abandoned crystal glass of lukewarm amber liquid.

A deep blue coat sprawled over the bed, thrown down without care.

The blue light flits over it all; gentle and loving. The dawn is just beginning, everything is still as if time itself has ceased to be.

Under the caress of the blue glow, James stirs from a deep, dark sleep. He feels the weight of limbs on him; limp and heavy with sleep. The soft brush of curls against his nose tempts him to lean forward, burying his face in rosy smelling, chocolatey waves. The tightening of strong arms around his torso pulls him back, pressing him against a warm, broad chest.

With a small smile pulling at his dry lips, James feels as though he could sleep forever just like this.

He might occasionally be woken by the shifting of limbs and a lazy kiss pressed against the back of his shoulder which he would dreamily pass on, his lips finding bare skin between long curls before floating back into sleep.

It does not take much for James to drift off so quickly and quietly; he has a habit of falling asleep first. Snug between both of them, soothed by pillowy conversation and fingers playing with his strawberry curls or idly connecting the constellations of his freckles on his shoulder, he would soon be sound asleep.

Sometimes he would try to fight it, resisting the drooping of his eyelids so he might have a second or two more with them. Laying between them, he listens to their voices, heavy with love. A sweet scent of chocolate hung in the air; a late-night snack. Book pages rustle and a soft giggle drifts over him. Shadows dance in the candlelight. James struggles to keep his eyes open as he yawns.

“Sleep, my love.” A soft, sweet kiss against his forehead.

“Get some rest, James.” A rough, warm hand gently brushing a strawberry curl from his face.

He let his eyes close.

And because he would so often be the first to fall asleep, it was he who woke first.

He savours the heaviness of tangled limbs and the soft blue morning glow that kisses their skin. He drifts in and out of a shallow sleep for a little while longer, snug between them.

This morning, just as he feels himself on the brink of falling back under again, he hears a sound. What it is exactly, he is not sure. Something heavy thudding against wood, the beams trembling but still standing strong.

James lifts his head, taking in the dimly lit room that surrounds them. He can only faintly make out the glimmer of the blue light dancing on the mirror. He lays his head back down.

He has barely closed his eyes when he hears it again, heavy and distant like the rumble of thunder echoing across an evening, summer sky.

James gently untangles his arms from their loving knot and sits up. He listens.

The sound comes again, distant and booming.

He glances at the window. There is no rain nor any wind.

With a frown, he pulls himself from his loves. So as not to disturb them more, he crawls to the foot of the bed, easing himself off it with aching limbs. He reaches for his robe, letting it drag on the floor as he walks to the door.

The hallway beyond glows, soft blue light oozing through the windows.

The floor feels like it is moving under his feet. He sways and stumbles. Bracing a hand against the wall, he catches his balance.

James pulls on his robe; it feels heavy on his shoulders.

The floor is cold.

He tiptoes down the hall, reaching for the railing. He pauses, looking back over his shoulder.

He flinches when he hears the heavy thudding sound again. Glancing at the window by the landing, he wonders if it is coming from outside.

His feet are unsteady on the stairs. He grips the railing tightly.

He finds his way into the sitting room. He pauses by the chair beside the fireplace.

How many times had he fallen asleep in that chair?

He would often be woken up by soft hands on his shoulders. Once, after a few glasses of champagne, he had been hauled from that chair, thrown over a broad shoulder and carried to bed despite his protests and laughter echoing through the lively home.

He runs his fingers over the arm of the soft chair as he passes it. He reaches the doors to the terrace, his fingers curling around the door handles.

He flinches. The handles feel frozen to the touch.

With a frown, he pushes open the doors and steps out into the cool, blue morning. Silence hangs heavy in the misty air; the birds have not begun to sing their morning songs yet. A cold breeze dances among the roses. It tugs at the heavy blue robe hanging limply from his shoulders. Slowly, he makes his way down the steps. The grass is dewy to the touch.

The roses call to him.

He listens, wandering among them. Droplets of dew cling to the soft pink petals. He longs for the summer afternoons when they picnicked in the gardens.

Laying among the roses on a soft blanket, he had dozed in the warm sunlight. He could only be awoken by a soft kiss, the taste of lemons lingering on his lips.

A voice drifts through the cool, blue morning, carried by the cold wind towards him. He turns, looking around the garden. Had he woken them? Had they followed him outside? Seeing no one standing by the open terrace doors or walking among the roses towards him, he decides that they must still be asleep.

The cold wind picks up. The roses shiver. He reaches for one of the roses.

Had the voice belonged to a ghost?

A thorn pricks his finger. Blood drips to the earth. He stares at the rose in his hand, its petals soft against his palm.

A voice calls out to him over the wind. Perhaps he had woken them after all. He begins to raise his head.

“Sir James!”

A sudden, frigid wind rattles him, forcing him to open his eyes.

A spray of salty water suddenly hits him, soaking through his heavy greatcoat that hangs over his shoulders. James gasps as the cold seeps through to his bones. He stands precariously against the railing of the Enterprise, the merciless black waves below him crashing against the ship.

A block of ice crashes against the hull.  A low thundering sound echoes up to him.

“Sir James!” Hands pull him back from the frost-covered railing. “Are you all right, sir?” He stares around the deck of the ship in confusion. He blinks, slowly remembering the abandoned, half-full crystal glass on his desk, the unfinished letter and the tears drying on his cheeks as he laid his head to rest in a cold bed.

James looks down at his trembling palm.

There are no rose petals, only golden buttons glinting in the cold, blue glow of the Arctic morning.

[amwritesitall]

Cordelia Goode Playlist

Masterlist

I’m sharing these so I have post schedullleeedd for my days oooofffff. They most likely won’t be popular but it’s all good :) I’m going to put little baby reasoning since this is a thicc list

Playlist link

Also if you guys want more character playlists go check out @make--your--life--spectacular​ ‘s playlists. Here’s links to Ally and Venable :)

“Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac

Now here I go again I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams And have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Dreams of loneliness

So the first few songs all kind of have the same reasoning and that is witchy vibes. You can’t have a Cordelia playlist without some Fleetwood Mac

“Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac

She is like a cat in the dark and then She is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark and when The sky is starless

The ultimate witchy vibes song

“Seven Wonders” by Fleetwood Mac

So it's hard to find Someone with that kind of intensity You touched my hand I played it cool And you reached out your hand for me But if our paths never cross Well you know I'm sorry but If I live to see the seven wonders I'll make a path to the rainbow's end I'll never live to match the beauty again The rainbow's end

We love our talented Supreme

“Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You” by Stevie Nicks

Has anyone ever given anything to you In your darkest hours Did you ever give it back Well, I have I have given that to you If it's all I ever do This is your song

This song is so preetttttyyyyyy. I feel like this would be one of Cordelia’s favorites

“The Witch Queen of New Orleans” by Redbone

Dime or a nickel any one could buy Voodoo of any kind She had potions and lotions, herbs and tanna leaves Guaranteed to blow your mind Early one mornin' into mucky swamp dew Vanished Marie with hate in her eyes Though she'll never return all the Cajuns knew A witch queen never dies

This song talks about Marie Laveau and idk witch vibes. Cordelia is also the witch queen while Marie is the voodoo queen

“girls” by girl in red

I shouldn't be feeling this But it's too hard to resist Soft skin and soft lips I should be into this guy But it's just a waste of time He's really not my type I know what I like No, this is not a phase Or a coming of age This will never change

A lot of songs just make me think of bb Cordelia

“Loving Is Easy” by Rex Orange County

Loving is easy You had me fucked up It used to be so hard to see Yeah, loving is easy When everything's perfect Please don't change a single little thing for me

Soft gal loving. Prime happy Cordelia vibes

“i wanna be your girlfriend” by girl in red

I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath

Teen AU Cordeliiiaaaa

“Glory Box” by Portishead

I just want to be a woman From this time, unchained We're all looking at a different picture Through this new frame of mind A thousand flowers could bloom Move over, and give us some room, yeah

HOW CAN I NOT PUT THIS SONG ON HERE?? This is one of my favorite songs they have ever used on the show

“you’re my world” by atlas

You were my earth You were the planet You were the grass The wind and tides And now that you're gone I feel so out of place And now that you're gone I'm just driftin' through space

Anngsssttt

“If We We’re Vampires” by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

It's knowing that this can't go on forever Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone Maybe we'll get forty years together But one day I'll be gone Or one day you'll be gone

I’m going to use my reasoning from my other post about this song.

Cordelia knows that one day she will die. There will be another Supreme after her and she can’t live forever. This is her coming to terms with the fact that maybe it’s for the best that she won’t stay around forever. Not being immortal allows her to live in the moment and savor all the time she has.

“Red (Demo Version)” by Miki Ratsula

Stars light up the sky, the clock strikes twelve Adventure in sight, the hours melt Ben Howard plays, she sings along I look to my left and fall in love

When she leans in for a red light kiss And places her love on my lips Hearts and lungs increase in pace Passion overwhelms our space But, the corner of my eye lights up in green This fragile moment woken by reality Our lips depart, our breathing slows as I wait again To kiss her lips, when the light turns red

Soft teen Cordelia vibes

“Planets of the Universe - Demo” by Fleetwood Mac

I will never love again the way I loved you You will never rule again the way you've ruled We will never change again the way we are changing Oh, you'll forget the chill of love but not the strain

One of my favorite songs. The demo is my favorite version of it because it feels so raw? Like the emotions in it and also young Stevie sounds like a cutie at the beginning and end when she’s talking to Christine.

In general this is also has Cordelia vibes too lol

“18″ by 5 Seconds of Summer

I'm not old enough for her I'm just waiting till I'll eighteen I think she wants to get with me But, she's got a job in the city And she says that she's always too busy She's got a naughty tattoo In a place that i wanna get to

Being a student at the Academy and having a thing for Ms Headmistress Cordelia

“House of the Rising Sun” by Lauren O’Connell

It's one foot on the platform The other's on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain

Witchy woman

“Bad Liar” by Selena Gomez

I was walking down the street the other day Tryna distract myself But then I see your face Oh wait, that's someone else Ohh, tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity Even if it's in my dreams

Nervous Cordelia trying to hide her feelings. Possibly Teen Cordelia?

“Nervous - Acoustic” by Gavin James

'Cause every time I saw you I got nervous Shivering and shaking at the knees And just like every song I haven't heard yet no I didn't know the words in front of me In front of me, and oh But I don't wanna know Who'll take you home?

Season three shy gal

“Mariposa” by Peach Tree Rascals

I can't wait for you To come my way I've been far away But I'll keep runnin' Just to find a way to you til' then

Cordelia will do her damn best to get to her love. Don’t mess with her b.

“Sweet Love of Mine (Acoustic)” by Joy Williams

When you found me I was all alone The whole world around me And nowhere to call home I heard your voice sing like heaven's choir Gathered up my fears and threw them in the fire

Oh my darling, sweet love of mine I'll hold you all through the night

I don’t think this is what the song is technically about but it makes me think of Cordelia finding someone that finally loves her and helps her love all of the things that Fiona made her self conscious about.

“Hurts Like Hell - OurVinyl Sessions” by Fleurie

I don't want them to know the secrets I don't want them to know the way I loved you I don't think they'd understand it, no I don't think they would accept me, no

I loved, and I loved and I lost you

Dreams fight with machines Inside my head like adversaries Come wrestle me free Clean from the war Your heart fits like a key Into the lock on the wall

This song makes me think of Misty x Cordelia or angsty teen au Cordelia. I can also cry on demand if this song is playing

“Waiting Room” by Rex Orange County

Our family reunion I'd rather be anywhere but here It's like a pain you shouldn't ignore But my uncle's here to open the door, and I don't like him This family reunion I felt so uncomfortable, I left They all decided to stay So it's just me and my mistakes And I'd like to know that you smile when you're alone And when you need time to yourself Remember me, I won't be anyone else I'm just the boy you love

And my lover, my best friend When I heard that you don't know why you're here I fell face down And became one with the ground And my lover's best friend

Cordelia’s hella dysfunctional family and just yeah

“Fancy Shoes” by The Walters

Let's go walking in the city tonight You wear the dress that makes you look so nice Like my fancy shoes I wore them just for you Tell me why all the good ones go Well I don't know but I want it to somehow change I'll be a better man if you just stay

This one I don’t have much of an explanation for besides vibes

“Common Sense” by Joshua Bassett

Common sense tells me kiss the girl goodbye Common sense tells me leave it all behind Common sense says the girl's not worth my time But common sense ain't common when you come to mind

Delia madly in love

“I Talk to the Sky” by Maddy Estelle

I write down things I wish I could say to you I talk to the sky I collect words I wish I could give to you I talk to the sky, I talk to the sky The sky doesn't say a word

Cordelia after she’s lost her loovee the annggsstt but sis is getting a happy ending

“Two Straws” by Also Joe

You've been on my mind In rain and sunshine You've got the sweetest smile that I've ever laid eyes on You make me dance And I make you laugh But nothin puts me in a better mood than being loved by ya This is the love that I've been dreaming of

Delia after falling really really hard

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[cardest]

Florida playlist

Are they still counting the votes in Florida, Nevada and...speaking of Florida. I made a Florida playlist and last Xmas, I updated it, added songs to it for my trip across the state. I visited Daddy Kool Records in Saint Petersburg, Wax Records in Vero Beach and St Pete Records. But in the hire car, this was my playlist across Florida. Made the road trip that much more awesome. Not to mention a fabulous meal at Nicko McBrain’s Rock n Ribs!

001 Bob Seger - Florida Time 002 Grant Peeples - Sunshine State 003 Faith No More - Land of Sunshine 004 Death - Defensive Personalities 005 Johnny Cash - Orange Blossom Special 006 NOCTURNUS AD - Precession Of The Equinoxes 007 They Might Be Giants - Oranges 008 Pretenders - Space Invader 009 Florida Man - Brain Cell 010 Kraftwerk - Spacelab 011 Man or Astroman - Super Rocket Rumble 012 ZZ Top - Gun Love 013 B 52s -There's a Moon in the Sky (Called the Moon) 014 The Police - Walking On The Moon 015 Ohio Express - Jacksonville Station 016 Sam Jones and Co - Rhythm-a-Ning feat Thelonius Monk 017 Dick Dale - Misirlou (5-62) 018 GWEN McCRAE - Rockin Chair 019 CHRIS REA - Daytona 020 FREDDIE SCOTT - Are You Lonely For Me Baby 021 Devo - Space Junk 022 Janelle Monáe - Sally Ride 023 Lynyrd Skynyrd - Red, White And Blue 024 Tom Dissevelt - Ignition 025 Def Leppard - Rocket 026 I Dream Of Jeannie - Theme Song 027 Apollo 440 - Carrera Rapida (Theme from Rapid Racer) 028 David Byrne - Astronaut 029 Status Quo - [If You Can't Stand The Heat] Long Legged Linda 030 Elton John - Rocket Man 031 The Gathering - Liberty Bell 032 Captain Clegg And The Night Creatures - Redneck Vixen From Outerspace 033 Peter Schilling - Major Tom (German version) 034 Rush - Countdown 035 Masters Of Reality - Third Man On The Moon 036 Mudhoney - Orange Ball-Peen Hammer 037 Jan Howard - Bad Seed 038 Willbie Harrison - Florida Special 039 T. Rex - Space Boss 040 David Bowie - Starman 041 Beach Boys - Ten Little Indians 042 Obituary - Slowly We Rot 043 Paul Revere & The Raiders - Indian Reservation 044 Craig Leon - Donkeys Bearing Cups 045 Suzi Quatro - Daytona Demon 046 The Lively Ones - Surf Rider 047 The Outlaws - Green Grass and High Tides 048 The bellamy brothers redneck girl 049 Charles Bradley - Golden Rule 050 The Night Flight Orchestra - Floridian Eyes 051 Cynic - Celestial Voyage 052 Serg Salinas - Longnecks and Rednecks 053 Ramones - Surfin' Bird 054 KAMELOT - Liar Liar 055 Hank Williams Jr. - New South 056 Donald Fagen - Florida Room 057 Bonnie prince billy - west palm beach 058 Brutality - These Walls Shall Be Your Grave 059 Sammy Hagar - Trans Am 060 Billy Ray Cyrus - Redneck Heaven 061 Al Green - Are You Lonely for Me Baby 062 Mel Tillis - The Old Gangs Gone 063 Quiet Riot - Back To The Coast 064 Charles Bersntein - The Florida Cricket Frog 065 Six Feet Under - Hacked to Pieces 066 The Jesus And Mary Chain - Kill Surf City 067 Torche - Kicking 068 The Monkees - (I'd Go The) Whole Wide World 069 Savatage - Jesus Saves 070 Cannibal Corpse - Eaten back to life 071 Blue Mitchell - Blue Funk 072 Blues Brothers - Going Back To Miami 073 Rossington Collins Band - Don't Misunderstand Me 074 Original Surfaris - Exotic 075 Cher - Half Breed 076 The Beach Boys - Surfin' U.S.A. 077 John Anderson - Seminole Wind 078 Glenn Frey - The Heat Is On 079 Air Miami - Warm Miami May 080 MIAMI HORROR - Bellevue 081 Manfred Mann - Pretty Flamingo 082 Jack & Misty - Miami Sidewalks. 083 John Cougar - Miami 084 Ray Charles - every saturday night 085 Nat Adderley ‎ - Calling Out Loud 086 Jerry seinfeld - on florida drivers 087 THE SUPREMES beach ball 088 Weird Al Yankovic - Buy Me a Condo 089 Elvis Presley - Fort Lauderdale Chamber of Commerce 090 Agoraphobic Nosebleed - flamingo snuff 091 Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band - Miami 092 Dexter Theme Song 093 Sander Kleinenberg - This Is Miami 094 Power Station, The - Some Like It Hot 095 Zuider Zee - Miami 096 2 Live Crew - Be My Private Dancer 097 Harry Belafonte - [Sings Of The Caribbian] Haiti Cherie 098 The Night Flight Orchestra - Miami 502 099 Air Miami - Afternoon Train 100 Jans Hammer - Miami vice theme song 101 MC Hammer - Turn This Mutha Out 102 Iggy Pop - Pretty Flamingo 103 John Fogerty - Sea Cruise 104 The Beach Boys - I Get Around 105 Vanilla Ice - Ice ice baby 106 Earth - Miami Morning Coming Down II (Shine) 107 CSI Miami Opening Theme 108 Beastie boys - Heres Something For ya 109 Barry Manilow - Copacabana 110 Ice T - 99 Problems 111 Stool Pigeon - Kid Creole & The Coconuts 112 Elvis Presley - Clambake 113 The Love Boat - Theme 114 Alex Cameron - Miami Memory 115 Clutch - Arcadia 116 Miami Sound Machine - Dr Beat 117 Bruce Springsteen - Stand On It 118 The Replacements - Message To The Boys 119 Pat Benatar - I Feel Lucky 120 The Gun Club - Mother of Earth 121 Clay D - That Booty In There 122 Breakfast machine - Danny Elfman (Pee-Wees Big Adventure soundtrack) 123 Three Bars & No Bras - Caribbean Cruise 124 Was Not Was - I Blew Up The United States 125 The Night Flight Orchestra - Turn To Miami 126 Rory Gallagher - Daughter Of The Everglades 127 Nixa - Opus Tierra 128 ROY ORBISON - IM A SOUTHERN MAN 129 ZZ TOP - Heard It On The X 130 Debbie Harry - Chrome 131 Molly Hatchet - Gator Country 132 Monstrosity - Remnants Of Divination 133 Gretchen Wilson - Redneck Woman 134 Unknown Hinson - I Cleaned Out a Room (In my Trailer for You) 135 The Vandals - Gator Hide 136 Alabama - Clear Across America Tonight 137 Brooks & Dunn - Redneck Rhythm & Blues 138 Billy Ray Cyrus - The Fastest Horse in a One Horse Town 139 Rory Gallagher - Ride On Red, Ride On 140 Deicide - Trifixion 141 Tad morose - Power Of The Night (Savatage) 142 Joe Perry - 4 Guns West 143 The Mavericks - Brand New Day 144 Soulfly - No 145 Archon Angel - Fallen 146 Van Zant - My Kind Of Country 147 Buck Owens - It Takes People Like You (To Make People Like Me) 148 Perdition_Temple - Goddess In Death 149 Muddy Waters - Deep down in Florida 150 The Cramps - Alligator Stomp 151 Charles Bernstein - Skinny Dip 152 The Progressives - Hot Cinders 153 Trivium - Blind Leading The Blind 154 Diabolic - Supreme Evil 155 The Glaciers - Holiday Hill 156 L7 - Everglade 157 Dave Matthews Band - Alligator Pie 158 Black Witchery - Desecration of the Holy Kingdom 159 S.O.D. - Shenanigans 160 Cave of Swimmers - Reflection 161 The Bellamy Brothers - You Aint just whistlin Dixie 162 Atheist - Retribution 163 ZZ Top - Alley Gator 164 Merle Haggard - If We're Not Back in Love by Monday 165 Lynyrd Skynyrd Workin' For MCA 166 Tedeschi Trucks Band - Come See About Me 167 Kc And The Sunshine Band - Get Down Tonight 168 Cynic - Integral Birth 169 Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - About To Give Out 170 Saigon Kick - All I Want 171 Maruta - Submergence AKA Barren Oceans of Infinity 172 Omen - S.R.B. 173 Styx - [The grand illusion] Miss America 174 Nine Inch Nails - Big Man With A Gun 175 UV-TV - Fear 176 Death - In Human Form 177 WRONG - Stop Giving 178 Peter Gabriel - Kiss That Frog 179 Randy Newman - rednecks 180 Beach Boys - Still Cruisin' 181 Johnny Cash - Southern Accents 182 Carole King - Alligators All Around 183 Waylon Jennings - Everglades 184 Screamin' Jay Hawkins - Alligator Wine 185 Foxboro Hotboobs - Alligator 186 Grateful Dead - Alligator 187 Hate Eternal - Lake Ablaze 188 Charles Bernstein - Mating Call of the American Toad, Bufo Americanus 189 Roky Erickson - It's a Cold Night for Alligators 190 Demons & Wizards - The Gunslinger 191 The Travelers - Spanish Moon 192 Tom T. Hall - Gone To Hell In A Basket 193 Manassas - Witching Hour 194 The Trammps - Love epidemic 195 White Witch - Crystallize & Realize 196 Cornells - Beachbound 197 Ween - Ocean Man 198 Florida Gators fight song 199 Dick Diver - Waste the Alphabet 200 Iggy Pop - Dirty Sanchez 201 Steve Miller Band - Kow Kow Calqulator 202 DRUID LORD - House of Dripping Gore 203 Lou Reed - Last Great American Whale 204 Rob Zombie - White Trash Freaks 205 Acheron - Raptured To Divine Perversion 206 Hank Williams Jr - Amos Moses 207 Bo Diddley - Hush Your Mouth 208 Obituary - Redneck Stomp 209 Tornadoes - Shootin' Beavers 210 Beach Boys - Kokomo 211 Los Straitjackets - Rockula 212 Bob Seger - Sunspot Baby 213 Morbid Angel - Existo Vulgoré 214 Lil Texas Assholes - Redneck Like Me 215 LOVE AND ROCKETS - HOLIDAY ON THE MOON EXPRESS 216 Dr Feelgood - Hurricane 217 Handsome - Swimming 218 Nocturnus - Aquatica 219 Bobby Freeman - -C'mon And Swim- 220 Atheist - Piece of Time 221 Malevolent Creation - Systematic Execution 222 Scott Engel - Devil Surfer 223 The Challengers - Satan's Theme 224 Massacre - [From Beyond] Cryptic Remains 225 Paris - The Devil Made Me Do It 226 Danny Toan - Snapper city 227 The Frogmen - Underwater 228 Melvins - Stop Moving To Florida 229 Charles Bernstein - Warning Croak of the Florida Gopher Frog 230 Crawl OST - Race Day 231 Deftones - Gore 232 Death - Born Dead 233 Morbid Angel - Beneath the Hollow 234 Nat Adderley - St. M 235 Assück - Salt Mine 236 CRIMSON GLORY - Red Sharks 237 Municipal Waste - Jesus Freaks 238 The Tornadoes - Bustin' Surfboards 239 Sonic Graffiti - Ghost of Betrayal 240 Bloodbather - The-Final-Request-by 241 Iced Earth - Dystopia 242 Queens Of The Stone Age - I Sat By The Ocean 243 Dick Dale & The Del-Tones - Surf Beat 244 Warmduscher - The Sweet Smell Of Florida 245 Jon Oliva's Pain - Maniacal_Renderings 246 Jan and Dean - Surf City 247 Blue Oyster Cult - Eye Of The Hurricane 248 Tandems - Beyond The Surf 249 supertortas - LETRAS 15 250 Suffocation - Effigy of the Forgotten 251 Hawkwind - Opa-Loka 252 Worm - Abysmal Dimensions 253 Van Halen - Honeybabysweetiedoll 254 ABHOMINE - Buried with Pig 255 Faster Pussycat - Aint No Way Around It 256 ASG - Florida Sleep On 257 Swashbuckle - Scurvy Back 258 Dave Myers And His Surf-Tones - Gear! 259 Ry Crapper - Going To Tampa 260 THE ABSENCE - Do What You Want (Bad Religion cover) 261 Hank Williams Jr. - Ten Ton Load 262 Dave Allen Coe - Blue Grass Morning 263 David Bowie - Moonage Daydream 264 Jungle Brothers - Because I Got It Like That 265 Animal Collective - A Manatee Dance 266 Tom Petty - I Dont Know What To Say To You 267 Blasphemic Cruelty - Icons of Revolt 268 "Weird Al" Yankovic - CNR 269 The Allman Brothers Band - Stand Back 270 Edenbridge - On the Other Side 271 BOLDER DAMN - Rock On 272 Original Surfaris - Surfs Up 273 PARISH_-Danger_Zone 274 Bill Haley - See You Later Alligator 275 Circle_II_Circle_-_Who_Am_I_to_Be 276 Black Sabbath - Dirty Women 277 The Beach Boys - Good Vibrations 278 Molly Hatchet - Kickstart To Freedom 279 Charles Berstein - A Large Breeding Chorus of Florida Gopher Frogs 280 NASTY SAVAGE - Unchained Angel 281 Orville Peck - Dead of Night 282 Blotto - I Wanna Be A Lifeguard 283 Mel Tillis - Little Ole Wine Drinker Me 284 Fair to Midland - Dance of the Manatee 285 Blackfoot_Highway_Song 286 Jan Davis - Surfbuster 287 The Supremes - Surfer Boy 288 Byrds - Psychodrama City 289 Catch A Wave - The Beach Boys 290 The Surfaris - Wipe Out 291 Cannibal Corpse - Gutted 292 Obituary - Chopped in Half 293 TIMMY VULGAR'S GENETIC ARMADGEDDON - Fall Of Man 294 Pee Shy - Mr. Whisper 295 Order of Ennead - As Long As I Have Myself I Am Not Alone 296 George McCrae - Rock Your Baby 297 Morbid Angel - Chapel of Ghouls 299 Deicide - Dead by Dawn 300 Joe Woe - Talk Me Out Of Tampa 666 Queens Of The Stone Age - Smooth Sailing Ok....so who or what song have I missed?

[interluxetumbra]

Flowery, pleasant, well balanced and rounded, very fine honey aroma and the delicate floral scent with an evident Lavender component. It has a very persistent medium sweet taste that grows with the finish. In some cases it has slightly sour notes. Light white to extra light amber. If it is dark in the presence of honeydew, it may have some salty notes. An extraordinary honey. It contains weak acidity without bitterness, lingers in the mouth. Moderate crystallization, very fine. - lavender honey, the honey traveler

31 days of witches: day xviii, the apiarist

she speaks the language of the bees, singing in their tongue. she coaxes them from their hives when they are in need of repair. she calls them to the fields of lavender at misty dawn to begin the day. she sings as she harvests the flowering fields and the bees perch upon her hat. they watch as she sings while building new skeps and leaves offerings for them. they accept her thanks in song as she takes her share of the honey, the part they set aside just for her. they sing her to sleep as she lays in the lavender rows, breaking from their regular work. they sing together as she bottles lavender honey, bakes cakes, and protect one another. 

[rorytheghost]

a story from when i was small

when i was a little kid, my favorite bedtime story was a poem called “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,” by Eugene Field.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. ‘Where are you going, and what do you wish?’ The old moon asked the three. ‘We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!’ Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in the beautiful sea– ‘Now cast your nets wherever you wish— Never afeard are we'; So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam— Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; ‘Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea– But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is the wee one’s trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

Eugene Field, published 1889

i think i may have joined wynken, blynken, and nod on one of their star-fishing sailing trips, and gotten distracted by the wonderful mist upon which we traveled. i never made it back to the old wooden shoe, and instead continued to drift, kept company only by the moon and the herring-fish and now, after all this time, you. 

thank you for your company, dear companion, here in the lonely, wonderful abyss.

[herald-divine-hell]

Beginnings

For @oc-growth-and-development‘s OCTober. I started this late, since I only just learned of it today. Let’s hope I can actually do this on time. Lol.

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The candle chipper softly with fluttering flames of golden and red. Shadows danced and crawled over walls and the floor, curving and twisting with every twirl of light. Amayian tapped his pen in the square, uncapped inkwell, slowly dragging it out. He could hear the whimpering cries of the wind scrapping against the marble rotunda, hurling and crashing. Rain struck the tower, banging and pattering loudly against the white stone. Rumbles of thunder groaned like a heaving, rousing beast. 

Purple and white flooded the room swiftly before cowering away in an instant. The darkness returned, bending over the aura of amber light, and Amayian could see enough of his paper to make out some of the letter. The pen’s tip scrapped lightly over the golden-white surface, black threads rising and falling with every word that was conjured and placed upon the page. 

Another burst of thunder and the candle trembled on the table, shadows scurrying away in a half-fleeting race. The curled parchment at his side was left unattended, nearly forgotten from his mind, but not truly. It lingered, like a heavy, cold shadow. He spared it a mere glance. 

If what Hamarias says is true, then this could be my only possible escape. The dream tore at his mind - the blossoming rose in a landscape of black mountains topped with white, and a flushed dome of pink and gold and dimming blue. In the beginning, the flower had been dying, a withering, sickly thing with dropping green leaves and falling petals of graying crimson. But when he neared it, hand reaching out, the flower had lean in, scrapping the soft petals against his palm. Amayian thought he had heard it weeping, pleading. The snow rustled beneath his knee as he bent. His heart had yearn, a feeling he had not felt since the day his mother was brought to the funeral pyre. 

Cradling the sad and broken flower in his hands, the stem bending forward as if it was capable of snapping at any moment. His magic unfurled, like the first rising rays of sunlight upon a sleeping world. Golden-white light blossomed warmly in his palms, washing away the cool wind overhead. Snow melted and dribbled into puddles. The red color returned to the petals, like seeping blood over gray grass. The petals waved with life, laughing merrily and sweetly into the air like a gentle melody.  It had sprung up straight and proud when the first bars of streaming sunlight trickled through the jagged tips of the mountains.

He had felt something shift in his chest, a presence that uplifted him from a heavy and misty world of blacks and grays and whites into splendid lands of shimmering greens, brightening golds, and glimmering silvers. Meadows of singing golden-green grass rose and fell like mounds of bundling life. Streams and riverlets flowed silvery-blue with cascading bars of light. Even the mountains were flushed pink and their white snow tops brighten with weaving golden veils that slanted down their harden and stepped slopes.  

Lightning flashed again, and that world was tattered once more by crackles of the storm that rampaged out in the world. Even in the seclusion of the circle tower, the beating world made their presence known. Summer brought an intense heat that left Templars bathing in sweat beneath their silver-plated armor. Winter forced mages into burning torches and fires brighter and hotter than they were used too - the Senior Enchanters were called often upon for such trivial matters. Even the Maker seemed to refuse to be forgotten, even if He forgotten his people. 

Black ink stained the parchment deep, a blot of darkness in a sea of gold. He lifted the pen from the piece of parchment. Tendrils of ink dripped softly down the page, watery fingers that seeped and spread like branches of a tree. This piece was useless, he thought. No word could follow such an obscene darkness. It protruded out of the parchment, mocking, like a flash of the storm’s lightning; but this one remained, will forever remain, unless he laid it down and pushed it away, to grab a new one and start over. That stain would continue to mock and crackle at his every mistake. There would be no way to run unless he turned to a new piece. 

His gaze shifted toward the tall window faced northward. Splattered in dripping tears that ran horizontally and chaotically, Amayian could see little of the world. The skies were shrouded in black, thickening clouds that seared with blotches of white. Rain poured and thumped like a hammer against a reforging steel. Thump, thump, thump. 

It was a hard song, so queer compared to the melodious lullaby strung by the renewed rose of his dreams. 

Another flare of a bolt scattered the darkness away to reveal shadowy black mountains before they were swallowed by the whirling storm once more. He stared and bleak darkness only grew. Every few heart beats or so, a trigger of purple-white light would bear down upon the earth, like spears that sheared through ground and forest, and thunder would drum its approval.

She came to him when the lightning flashed for a third time. Her long waves of russet brown hair fluttered wildly, spreading tresses like billowing arms of smoke. She was still as beautiful as he remembered, but younger, fair, as if the brief glow of the storm had rubbed away the stricken fever that had came over her before her death. Large, almond-shaped golden-flecked green eyes peaked from long lashes. Her heart-shaped face was soft and smooth, with a rosy blush at her cheeks. A surreal smile, beatific but sorrowful, danced upon her lips. 

Clawing at his heart, a terrible grasping hand wrapped and tugged with little restraint or mercy. He steeled himself from such pain. Amayian felt light-heated, inhaling sharp, but sharply. His palm itched for him to wander toward the her, throw rain-stained window open, and let the storm swallow him hole. She was there, and she was smiling, and she was alive. Mama...

She did not reach for him, nor did she make any move to try; but her golden-green eyes shone warm and gentle, like eyes that could find something good in nearly everyone. He did not realize his hand was shaking until the inkwell crashed upon the floor. Ink spread and puddled, but he paid little mind toward it. The woman, shrouded in a dress of black with a mantle of darkening gray and trimmed at the borders with graying white, spread her arms. Lightning curled and weaved around her, threading a great, quivering veil of amethyst purple and crystal white. 

Then, with another boom and glare of a harsh gleam, she was gone; faded away in a thin swirl of falling rain and hurling wind. 

The candle was dimming, fleeting crimson-orange light that burned softly away. Pouring wax dripped down the small, bundling shaft, puddling a thick creamy-white. He turned away, his eyes feeling raw and tired, but his nerves were ever awake and alert. Shifting his eyes way from that brandished spot of ink, an old, unfurled map of Thedas laid open and bare. 

Eyes wandering over the golden-darken and wrinkled parchment, Amayian pushed his fingers through his hair, shoving strands of raven-black waves away from his view. Where is that rose meant to bloom? The thought gnawed at him, an ever winding road that Amayian did not know where to take his first step.  

Orlais...The word was like an ancient phrase from a long deceased language. The land his mother hailed from, a civilization so mystical and fantastical that it seemed more akin to the ancient empire of the elves, Elvhenan. But Mama had been real. She wasn’t mystical, but she was the closest thing to a goddess. That was what Father had called her, “his goddess”. 

The realization set upon him like a crushing boulder. He must go to Orlais, to find that blooming flower, to escape the isolation of Ostwick. Mama, please, forgive me. This sudden weight upon his heart unrevealed that terrible grip, but it seemed harsh and far more cruel than the hand had been. 

No terror filled him, however; but instead, a clearance flowered in his mind and soul, a determination that promised something that had never quite wielded in his life: a sense of purpose, a duty, and a freedom. 

He rose from his chair, pulled a few satchels from his wardrobe and began setting to work, grabbing clothes and undergarments, bags of potions and ingredients, and parchment and books. The candle was dimming, so he raised his hand, flicked it, and a fire, soft and dancing, sprouted in his hand. It fluttered upward, spinning in an ever-swirling circle of licking flames. It bathed the room in light and flushed the marble walls with a tinge of pale orange. 

The storm still raged outside, but Amayian saw no point to grace it with a thought or interest. Allow the storm to rage, he thought. Allow it to tumble and hurl itself against marble and stone. Let it crackle and boom. It will wither away one day, as all things must in the world, like the every thinning wind of the north or the shedding of winter to spring. All men are given to this world with a purpose; some greater than others. 

He did not know if the path he sought was great and terrible or mundane and good.

[ashleigh-luvs-14cats]

A Rencounter Fic

OMG I MADE A 2ND CHAPTER!!! And in short amount of time (not really but short enough)!! This one is really special cuz @ice-cream-kitsunegirl and I work together on this one. She made an amazing intro (in my personal opinion). Once again both of our Ocs are here, I have her permission to use her character, I hope you will like it and please check out her blog if you like bnha x readers fics, I recommend reading her stuff. (She has more experience in writing than I do. XD)

Summary: Ashlen and Amy have been friends online for three months but never knew each other's real names or faces. They are from different countries but feel as if they are very close to one another. Ashlen is on an exchange program to UA High School to Class 1-A for a year. One year away from home in the U.S, will she get along with her new classmates? Why does one of them sound familiar?

Chapter 2: A Sense of Change

Meanwhile at UA…

“WHOO-HOO~!”

Amy whooped as she flew her broomstick up in the air, high enough to run a hand through the clouds, the same place where her head was as she grinned at the bright moonlight. It was the perfect amount of light that she would need to charge her gemstones for when she got down. She looked down to see their brightness…

She wasn’t alone though, she had her dear friend Shinsou riding with her on her broomstick, and he wasn’t crazy about how high they were. They were a little too high near the clouds, he knew that Amy was an adrenaline junkie, but how did he let her convince him to do crazy shit like this?

‘It’s like riding a bike she said… it will be fun she said…’ He thought to himself in dread, but he refused to show that he might have been just a little bit scared of falling since this relied purely on her telekinesis to let her fly.

“Hitoshi! We’re so freakin’ high! I’ve officially gotten better with my telekinesis, and now I can fly this thing anytime I want! Haha~! I want to get away, I wanna fllyyyyy away~.” She started singing as she floated about and let the wind blow in her face.

“You shouldn’t sing while we’re up here… you need to focus, so your telekinesis doesn’t break… Let’s just get back to the ground… I don’t think I really like fly-“ Shinsou nearly screamed when she suddenly descended, and he held on tightly to this broomstick as she whooped yet again, swerving a circle around the Heights Alliance building and potentially disturbing some of the other Class 1-A students with the heavy wind blowing through the windows from her fast flying..

As soon as she reached the ground, Shinsou was happy to be back on his feet where he wouldn’t fall to his death. “HA! Never gets old…” Amy laughed cheerfully as she got down off her broomstick, secretly amusing Shinsou despite what his expression indicated. “You’re setting witches back a hundred years by flying on a broomstick, do you know that?” He asked her sarcastically as she laughed a little bit, “Yeah, but it’s fun~. Now watch this! The moonlight is perfect for my gems~.” Amy sang-songed as she cheerfully went over to the gems she had collected to charge up for the perfect night.

They were gleaming, provided by the brightness of the moonlight that shined upon them, Amy stared at them in awe as she started to sing the incantation.

“Crystal, Gleam and Glow

Let your power return

The full moon shine so bright

Return your state of might.”

A low humming radiated from the glowing gemstones, and Amy’s grin grew and looked somewhat crazy from Shinsou’s point of view as she did her best to not let out a dramatic cackle, and instead just giggled happily. “AH! I can’t wait to utilize their power for later~ I’m just mad about gemstones.” She said excitedly, which Shinsou secretly found endearing. Even if he didn’t know why he was out here in the first place.

“Why am I out here again?” He asked in the most deadpan tone she had heard yet, and he wasn’t surprised to see Amy’s trademark smirk.

“Duh, Mr. Aizawa trusts you the most with me, I need you to back me up if I get in trouble, and on top of that… I need to make up being away from you for 4 years… do you know how sad I was without you?”

Amy explained, her smirk turning into a more somber smile, “But you had the other witches. You certainly think highly of them… a lot more than the other girls here, that’s for sure.”

It was true. Amy often mentioned her sisters from the coven at Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Girls at New Orleans to her friends and classmates. Her sisters were young witches that had been made public not long ago but were an independent heroine group that followed their own rules thanks to Amy’s Supreme Cordelia Goode demonstrating a heroic attitude despite the witches’ controversial, and some say questionable hero methods. Amy’s dear friends Zoe Benson, Queenie and Mallory lived there, and she missed them terribly, but frequently spoke to them online, along with a new friend she had made in the states. And sometimes she would stay up till the dead of the night talking to them, which had lately been forcing Bakugou to make her ‘go the fuck to bed.’

“I do… I mean the girls here are great… but… my sisters are… pretty badass.” Amy chuckled a little bit, but Shinsou couldn’t help but rolls his eyes. “Yeah, we hear you go on and on about how great they are… Except for Madison… nobody can stand her, I really can’t stand her.” Shinsou reminded her but made sure to remark on his intense dislike for Madison Montgomery, the bitchiest witch who had been ‘taking care of you’ and shadowing a very reluctant Aizawa on Cordelia’s request on most days. But nobody, not even sweet Izuku, Kirishima or Uraraka liked her.

Amy couldn’t help but giggle. Madison was more of her frenemy than anything, compared to Misty, Mallory, Zoey, and Queenie, but Madison was a hedonist who looked out mainly for herself and most definitely NOT a hero. Although, Madison did care about Amy, given that she took her on a wild bender after Bakugou was rescued and was being kind of a distant asshole afterward.

That proved that Madison DID care about her and had a heart underneath the stone-cold bitchiness. “Hee-hee, Madison’s a bitch. But… I can handle her. I mean… look at who I’m dating.” Amy shrugged a little bit and laughed, not fully noticing the look of annoyance on Shinsou’s face.

“But… as much as I talk about how great my sisters are… they aren’t you Hitoshi… they made me feel less lonely… but they couldn’t replace you at all…” She said softly with a warm smile at her childhood friend, who didn’t seem to expect that as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, willing himself to not blush.

“So sentimental…” He muttered a little bit in slight embarrassment as Amy giggled a little bit, unable to stop herself from hugging his arm affectionately as he sighed heavily in mild annoyance. Although, Amy’s hold loosened a little bit as her brown eyes widened ever so slightly, pausing momentarily as she stared upwards into the distance and looked around.

There was nothing in the area, but her senses were tingling and telling her something that she couldn’t really say. Yet, she felt nothing bad, which was surprising to her since one of Amy’s gifts allowed her to sense bad juju and of bad things yet to come. So naturally, Amy learned to be cautious, even if she wasn’t sensing the usual bad juju…

Which was a little bit alarming to her. She’d been used to bad juju, and for some reason, it seemed to be naturally drawn to her wherever she wants, whether it was at Robichaux or UA. She recalled many times she felt it, such as the attack on Robichaux, the Witch Hunters, the Axeman’s attack, the USJ incident, the Hero Killer’s attack at Hosu, to the Summer Field Training trip. All bad incidents, so why was this so different?

Amy wondered what this could have meant. Whatever it was, it was lingering in the atmosphere, and Amy was growing more curious about it by the minute.

As she thought to herself, Shinsou knew that the witch must have sensed something when she was uncharacteristically quiet, so he could tell she must have sensed something, “What is it, Amy? Is something the matter?” He asked her, a hint of concern in his tone as Amy chuckled and shook her head.

“Nothing really… I thought I sensed something but… now it’s gone… it’s nothing.” She replied with a smile and decided to quickly change the subject somehow.

Ding!

“Oh! Hello~. Wonder who that could be~?” Thankfully, one of your friends messaged you, which was the perfect distraction from the weirdness you felt.

Ally-luvs-14cats: Hi! What's up Ice cream!?

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: Oh hey girl! Just flyin’ about with my buddy. Almost died lol

Ally-luvs-14cats: Which one? The Zombie one or the Explodo boi?  

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: HA. I haven’t killed Explodo Boi YET. But I’m with my dear Zombie Boy.

Shinsou looked over Amy's shoulder, "Who are you talking to? And who are you calling Zombie boy?"

Amy nearly jumped, and she flashed him a nervous, toothy grin, “Just a friend… Zombie Boy? No…” She laughed very nervously, “Nobody… definitely not you… I don’t think your zombie-like features make you look like a zombie…” She said, not convincingly at all as she tried to wave it off.

Ally-luvs-14cats: XD i bet he pissed his pants!

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: XD LOL I dunno. Maybe. I didn’t check my broom lolol

Ally-luvs-14cats: you better. Wouldnt want a nasty ride XD

"Who are they? Are they your friends from the coven?" Shinso asked, with a face of annoyance from the 'pissed' comment.

“Hee-hee… not this time… Madison probably would’ve said something like that. But no, this is my bud from the States... She ain’t a coven girl, well… that I know of,  but she’s definitely a friend…” She clarified, for once not saying anything really snarky since she had grown to like this girl, she was pretty cool. A LOT cooler than Madison that’s for sure, the witch Amy was stuck with.

"You know, you really shouldn't be buddy-buddy with people online. They could be a creepy old man from Japan." He warned, he heard creepy tales of how disgusting villains kidnap kids over the internet.

Amy almost chuckled, but Shinsou’s concern touched her. “Hitoshi… I’ve already killed two creepy old men back at New Orleans. I can easily kill another. I’m good at killing creepy old men… I LIKE killing creepy old men.” She smiled a little too wide, intentionally making herself look a bit bloodthirsty, which… she kind of was. “But seriously… I trust this person. Everything I’ve read from her doesn’t strike me as suspicious. No bad juju from her.” This time, that was a bit more reassuring since this girl so far didn’t give Amy any bad vibes. "And besides, we haven't said our real names and where exactly we live, just our countries."

Ally-luvs-14cats: ugh my morning was rough XC

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: uh-oh. O.O What’s the T Christine? What happened?

Ally-luvs-14cats: let’s just say i got my ass kicked by one of my older sisters...mannn i thought today was the day im going to win! 😗

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: Eh?! You didn’t win?! Awwww man… well hey, you can do it next time! This time strike when she least expects it! Go all ‘Surprise Bitch!’ on her! Works every time! 😆

Ally-luvs-14cats: XD if only that were easy. I totally went all out! Even used my special move. But she's just too dang good.. unfortunately the next time will be in a year though…

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: DAYUM! >.< That’s almost like when I didn’t pass the Seven Wonders… I mean, most witches usually die when they don’t pass but I just couldn’t do any Divination… I feel your pain though girl… :/ I can’t beat Madison… that bitch is cray-cray… but hey, you can try again next year at least! ;)

"She only knows that you're a witch?" Shinsou asked as they approach Amy's dorm room.

Amy tried not to look so obvious, but that was just in her nature unless she was trying to manipulate someone. “Yup… that’s… that’s all she knows… she definitely doesn’t know all my friends’ names… just the girls from the coven…” She muttered, not being discreet at all. But… Amy was a risk-taker by nature, it was something she needed to seriously work on.

Ally-luvs-14cats: Also I got some news! Like a future warning...

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: Oh? Future warning eh? I wanna hear that T.

Ally-luvs-14cats: pfft..anyways yea im going to be M.I.A. im going to be moving sooo i wont be able to talk to you for a few days...ill be moving to a new country annnd guess where it will be!?

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: AWWW! >.< Booo! Oh well… will miss u gurl~. Have fun with moving! Aaaaaaaaand… France? Canada? New Orleans~? … Norway?

Ally-luvs-14cats: PFFT! New Orleans isnt a country! XD Also none of those are correct btw..

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: XD Yeah but New Orleans is AWESOME!! Aaaand… Taiwan? … London? Paris? Maybe Tokyo?

Ally-luvs-14cats: Ding Ding! It is JAPAN!~

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: O.O JAPAN?! HEY THAT’S WHERE I’M AT! GIIIIIRL~.

Ally-luvs-14cats: YEA! ill be going to this like fancy school for an exchange student program...ugh i hope this school wont be filled with snobs like the ones here..¬_¬

Ice-cream-FoxGirl:  UGH Tell me about it… I love the lot I’m stuck with, but Robichaux had cooler ladies. Now the guys here though… ;) Ooh la la girl… you’d love the guys here…… I’m licking my lips as we speak~

Ally-luvs-14cats: >u< oh my gosh! Lol! Man i hope soo...i do have a thing for Asian boys..

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: They are only some of the most beautiful men on the planet~. And these guys sure are… I have a picture of this dude I’m dating, took it when he wasn’t aware of it at the pool. Among other photos he doesn’t know I secretly have of him~. Including one of him while he was sleeping... XD

"Is that so? Amy.." A voice came up behind her and almost came out as a growl.

“AHHH!!” Amy’s eyes widened, she managed to read her most recent message, but her furious boyfriend had kind of distracted her as she jumped and screamed when he was getting too close and in a snap, she teleported at least 5 feet away to text as quickly as she could.

Ally-luvs-14cats: XD Well i gttg..I need some breakfast after that defeat..and who knows maybe we'll see other. So bye!

Ice-cream-FoxGirl: Great! Talk to u later! Can’t wait to see you! I’ll show u pics when u do! Girl bai!! I’m gonna try and not die now XD :3

Ally-luvs-14cats: Oops someone found out something XD sorry but...you are on your own!

                                    Ally-luvs-14cats had left the chat!

"AMY! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

Not many things scared Amy and not even Bakugou, but his rage was enough to raise the hairs on her back as she took off running. “No! Go drink some tea or something and ‘leaf’ me alone~!” If she was going to die, she was going to go out on a really lame pun.

Shinsou couldn’t really do anything except watch his best friend and her dumb boyfriend chase each other. He probably should have stopped Bakugou with his quirk, but… Amy wouldn’t learn anything if he did. That’s what he told himself at least.

That’s what she gets for the piss comment…

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @aqua-ref!

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Give Me To A Ramblin' Fae

In the middle of winter, when the moon is heavy in the sky, dripping with milky light and offering, whole and raw, its' power, the Hale Pack gathers around the Nemeton, they dance and they sing, and they shift into their animal skeins to frolic, to chase each other with yipping howls and laughing barks.

Derek has Laura's throat held gently between his maw, and she whines at him to let go, but rumbles approvingly, because he doesn't often win these games of theirs; it is not a matter of low power, more of the target he chooses. The Alpha's heir will, after all, be more difficult to beat than the others. She nips at his ear playfully, urges him along, and they weave through the barren, wind-beaten trees, their paws soaked with snow-melt, muddying the crunchy ivory-fluff that chills the ground beneath them.

There's an undulating, calling, rejoicing howl from their mother that has them leaving a chestnut hare to its' frightened peace in order to return to her, to the Pack.

Through the branches, they can see the sky, all adorned in twilight, hosting, now, a parade of riders, their pandemonium an awe and a terror. Spectral beings ride black mares and stallions, ominous dogs of bared teeth and frothing spit and hideously haunting eyes are careening, entwining and twisting around toned legs and pristine hooves as the steeds gallop forward, heedless. Blackbucks and stags dash, their riders luminescent smoke and vicious intent. Creatures with starlight-encrusted, stained-glass wings, and horns which they blow to hail their passing, fly gracefully around the nocturnal horde, singing or shrieking, cavorting and cackling.

It's a dreadful, terrific sight, that streaks through the night sky, and when the Pack's howl breaks out, full-force, hopeful and evocative, every wolf lifting their song to the ghastly, ghostly peoples as they pass, some of those dragonfly, stardust folk descend, screaming and giggling, a gaggle of raucous temerity, as they gather the wolves in their airborne festivities, and launch them toward the procession.

The whimsical, urgent needs, and maddening power that surround The Hunt quickly seeps into the Pack, makes them drunk and giddy, all of them running with ancient spirits, wildlings, Fair Folk of every type.

Derek's lungs are stung by the rush, his blood electric with the adrenaline when an ephemeral, fey, svelte-lithe boy with bull's horns, skin like cream sprinkled with cinnamon, and mosaic wings that inspire the feeling of fertile soil and fields of growing, healthy, rain-soaked things, comes to him. His oak-silk curls are plaited with holly and mint, a leather-bound necklace hangs heavy around his long, dainty, breakable neck, a crescent moon-charm at the hollow of his throat, surrounded by crystal orbs and autumn leaf-charms, brass acorns and pine-cones, he wears nothing else, unashamed in his nudity.

"Hello," the boy says, bright and sweet, his voice like the delicate silk-dew mist of a cumulus cloud, and Derek feels himself tilt closer without even meaning to. "You're gorgeous. I wonder what you look like in your human form? Honestly, I wonder what everyone here looks like in their human forms. We all have one, you know?"

Honestly, no, he didn't, he was kind of caught up in the romanticism of it all.

All scents are clouded by the musk of wild, old magick, stained by an odd, dense-soil ecstasy, and a part of him, vivid and, for one, fanatic moment, overwhelming, wants to eviscerate the aroma The Wild Hunt carries, if only so he can learn what this boy might smell like.

"Everyone who sees us thinks we're malevolent or scary, but, honestly, dude, we're just escorting the spirits Grandmother Death didn't have the time or patience to get to to their respective homes. We've all still got day jobs—I mean, you have a day job, pretty wolfling that you are, don't you?"

Numbly, helplessly, and a little more sober, now, Derek nods.

The boy grins at him, crooked and terribly endearing, fire-light eyes sparkling in the dim, mist-fog, shadowed light.

"See?" He says, gesturing, "Even Odin's got one, Odin, the God of knowledge, inspiration, creative and intellectual pursuits, the dead, fucking road rage—that guy, the head honcho, the one at the head of this whole operation. Like, in this economy, where barely anyone has the Sight anymore, and the number of people left who believe are too few and far between, what else are we supposed to do? It's not like causing havoc and stealing things is going to garner us any good-will, man, so here we are, doing the good work, and then tomorrow we'll go home and agonize over our bills just like everybody else." The faerie heaves a sigh, before blinking and seeming to realize himself, his cheeks burn a vivid, enchanting crimson when a harassing, incredulous, exasperated wail sounds from above.

"Oops," he breathes, a nervous giggle edging in, "I am so not supposed to do that, and I've just been rambling at you, and—" the wail comes again, more pressing this time. The boy groans, eyelashes fluttering down in mortification. "Sorry, I'll see you later, maybe?" Fragile, paper-thin wings flutter, and bone-nimble fingers tangle in the fur at Derek's flank to help the faerie wade close enough to press a candied, chaste kiss to his wolven cheek.

He says, "I'm Stiles, by the way," and grins like he isn't aware of how dangerously beautiful that expression is, before he zooms away in a sweeping, upward glide.

Derek gets a small glimpse of another fae, donned in a flowing, powder-blue toga-dress, with moth-like wings and magma curls flowing down to her waist, admonishing Stiles exhaustively, before their speed, much more than the wolves and the steeds and the dogs, has them blurring out of sight, catching up to a cluster of swarming fae up ahead, too far to spy on any longer.

Derek tries to get his thundering heart to calm and wonders why he ever thought love at first sight was a superstitious, optimistic myth, if not an outright lie.

Days later, after all the Dead have been put to their proper rest, a few offerings of milk and cookies meant for 'Santa' were traded for faerie favors, and quite a few more rogue, feral creatures were stolen and re-sewn into ravens or crows or hunting dogs, of the ilk to sleep the whole year away, and only wake when The Wild Hunt, again, takes place—Stiles is trying, valiantly, to focus.

His mind keeps tracing back to eyes like stars winking to tenacious life, to obsidian fur and sinewy muscle, a warbling wolf-song that lilted like a lullaby, all hymn-hope, resounding howl, to the way sharp, ink-fluffy ears kept flickering to him, listening and curious and three shades shy of entranced. He doesn't know why he's so caught up on it, this is the sixth year he's been old enough to participate in The Hunt, and they have wolves with them every time, thousands of Packs from all of the world join them, so why was he so attracted, distracted, by this one?

What was so special about him?

Other than the, you know, sand-escaping-his-fingers, barely tangible, general everything.

Stiles sighs despondently, and Lydia, who's probably been talking about Important College Things, hits him upside the head promptly.

"A—ow!" Stiles rubs the back of his head, glaring balefully at her. Her hand retreats to flick her hair over her shoulder in one fluid, deflecting motion, as if to dissuade anyone who might've noticed her uncouth action from registering it as more than a figment of their imagination, nothing to see here, folks!

He loves her, he does, but some days he wants to strangle her.

Just a little.

"You were sighing again," she points out, lashes grazing her cheeks as she looks down at her book, flips the page flippantly, like studies on how mathematical algorithms affect neurology bore her. "It's starting to get annoying, Stiles."

"Shut up. It's not like I can even do anything about it," he laments, complaining even though he knows it'll only be a study in disappointment and masochism, at this point. "Who is he? where does he live? work? For all I know, I'm infatuated with some Turkish Lord who I won't even have the slightest chance of seeing again until next year."

Lydia snaps her book shut with a sound that manages to be both refined and abrupt enough to startle. "What on earth were you doing galavanting with the lower-tiers, anyway? We aren't supposed to talk to them, Stiles—"

"But, he was—"

"If he had been a ghost instead of a solid, you could've been lost to the spirit-tide, and you know The Hunt doesn't discern when it comes to a close—you could be on the other side of the Veil by now, instead of sitting here, fawning!"

She's heaving by the end of her rant, cheeks flushed, sea-glass eyes glittering angrily, and Stiles knows her fury is borne from worry, from a very real fear. He remembers his mother, how she was all love and sweet-tempered fire, how she gave coins to the more corporeal spirits, gleefully hugged and spun yarns and danced with all the riders, always careful of the spirit-tide, of getting caught in its' undertow, until she got sick, and couldn't remember to be.

Neither Stiles nor Lydia had been old enough to go, yet, and Stiles' dad was human. Lydia's grandmother, they think, tried to stop her, to save her, but ended up just as lost and mourned as she.

He feels guilt curdle in his chest and exhales heavily. "I'm sorry, Lyds, I am. I don't know why I did that, I'll—next year, I'll stay in the upper-tiers, like I'm supposed to," he inclines his head solemnly, reaches across the library table to hold both her hands in his, "I promise."

She squeezes his fingers, sniffs, her voice evaporated misty at the edges, "You damn well better, you idiot."

He offers her a sincere, sorrow-tinged smile, and tries to put the entire thing out of his mind.

It's New Year's Eve, and Stiles is exhausted, between studies and random research stints and trying to keep the Kelpies three doors down from killing and/or getting killed by the vampires that live in the apartment downstairs, he thinks he has every right to be. Still, though, Lydia put at least a quarter of her heart and soul into organizing this party, and if he hadn't come, he's sure she would've had him flayed.

So, here he is, sleep-deprived, delirious, eying the bar and wondering if getting drunk when all he's been living off of for the past three days is coffee, is at all a good idea. It isn't, it really fucking isn't, but...

But he's got nothing else to do, and tomorrow it'll be a new year, right? Might as well live a little.

Derek smiles briskly at the lady with a bird's nest of raven-black hair as he hands her her drink, and purposefully ignores the blonde at the end of the bar who's been whistling and snapping at him imperiously for the past fifteen minutes.

He's half tempted to text Cora and ask her what the hell she was thinking, pulling him behind the counter to fill in for her so she could go after the strawberry-blonde party hostess with a number and a cheap pickup line caught in her too-sharp teeth, because, yeah, he's got enough experience not to flounder (he'd found himself hiding from the rain in a drag bar while he was still in high school, and they let him hang out despite his age because he was a good enough cook that as long as he didn't touch the alcohol, they didn't care, and when you're in that sort of close-knit, street-smart gritty, overprotective Pack-like environment, it's impossible not to learn the tricks of the trade), but his customer service has always been shit.

With someone like Peter as an Uncle, he's capable of plastering on a smile and flirting a pretty lie with the best of them, he just doesn't fucking liketo. In fact, it's something he actively avoids unless lives are in danger.

Then a voice, one he remembers, all whispered silk-cotton dream-thread collecting raindrops in its' seams, starts murmuring a sugary melody in his periphery, and his eyes snap to its' source with a breathless, near frantic urgency.

And there he is.

Like Fate.

Like a fucking miracle.

He looks different, horns and wings gone, still with the wind-swept, earthy curls, though their holly-mint braids are nowhere to be found; dressed in a long-sleeved, charcoal gray shirt that cling to his lithe, agile-built muscles, an unzipped crimson hoodie layered over it, skin-tight jeans and ridiculous, neon-orange vans, but there's that leather-bound charm necklace, heavy around the length of his pretty throat, with a crescent-moon hanging just at the hollow, and it's him.

The rambling faerie he met on The Wild Hunt, absently humming a tune as he messes with his phone, patiently waiting for a bartender to notice him, at a college party on New Year's Eve.

The surreality of this is... not lost on him.

"Hello," Derek greets, sliding into the boy's- Stiles', if he remembers right- space.

"Oh, uh," he looks up from, and pockets, his phone, a little bashful, "I always thought you had to make eye contact to get, like, served, or whatever, but, um, hi?"

Derek tries to bite back a smile.

Fails.

"Hi," he repeats, and the boy blinks at him dumbly for a solid five seconds before just breathing:

"Wow. You're gorgeous."

And Derek can't help it, he barks out a laugh. "You said that last time."

"I did? Wait, I did? When?! I've met you?" he sounds outraged, on his own behalf, scandalized, even. "No," he denies, "no way, I would've remembered meeting someone like you and then doing something as stupid as calling you gorgeous to your face without any sort of filter—and, wow, smooth sailing, me. I am so sorry about that, by the way, color me extremely embarrassed, but. Yeah, no. No way in hell I've committed the same social faux-pas twice with the same person, I refuse to believe it."

Derek smirks, even as something warm and giddy and compelled sets up camp in his heart, with a kind of tenacity that says it'll be staying a long while.

"Well, I wasn't exactly a person at the time," he points out, "but I appreciated the compliment both times, Stiles, so you... really shouldn't worry about it."

"I—you—" Stiles sputters, freezes, mouth agape and molten-caramel doe-eyes very, very wide, before he seems to reboot. "You are kidding me," he says, feelingly, before pitching forward over the counter to grab Derek's face with his hands, searching his eyes intently.

Derek tries to be anything other than amused and endeared.

Fails, again.

"Wolfling," Stiles accuses, awed. "I didn't think I was ever going to see you again."

"Rambling fae," Derek muses, hushed, leaning further into Stiles' space even as he pushes the boy down into a bar-stool, because while he might not take offense, the other on-duty bartender, or, even, the party hostess, might. "Neither did I."

Stiles sucks in a very deep breath, and then spills out any number of tangential, spiraling questions, what's your name? Where do you live? Are you a bartender? can I have your number? I'd really like your number. Are you—

Derek crushes the rest in a kiss that tastes like sunlight and cherry-tart and ozone, Stiles melts into it with a helpless, keening whine, his spine curving up, shoulders opening, head tilting, whole body blooming like a flower, begging to be plucked, held, kept, known.

He answers what his fleeting thoughts will let him, mutters the words into Stiles' warm, slick-wet, receptive mouth, his name, that his Pack lives in town, that he isn't, but his sister is, and he's covering for her. With a drawn-out sigh, he does force himself to pull away, eventually.

Probably not soon enough, honestly.

"Take me out," Stiles says immediately, dazed, lips kiss-bruised enchanting, and then flushes that same, deep, candied, lascivious red as before. "Or. I mean. I want to date you. Can we go on a date? Not right now, obviously, but—"

"Yes," Derek grins, overwhelmed, blood champagne-effervescent, "yeah, I'd really like that."

Stiles exhales heavily, laughs, a little incredulously, shakes his head at himself, and then smiles, soft and marshmallow-fluffy up at him, "Awesome."

Derek begins to think that, maybe, he needs to give Cora a fruit-basket. Or, possibly, Odin, and that's... well.

That may well be the cherry on top of an incredibly strange, unusual, wonderful meeting.

[enambris]

W A R S O N G

Hope and the Song of Something

It’s time. The young woman knew it was by the sound of the man’s voice who beckoned her come forth, and so without protest she makes ready to depart the clearing of ancient forest in which she's been preparing for her role in what is to come. Fire flickers to life around her, a breath of smoke that does not touch the dry, late-summer foliage surrounding her. Hiking up the soft, white-cotton skirts of her dress, she makes her way back to the road past fallen branches and curling vines, and travels south.

The trees are silent, as she passes, tongues of fiery essence caressing their extended limbs and flickering like fading sunlight. What she’s about to do, what they are about to do, hasn’t been done in years. At least, not this one. The original song was lost long ago, amidst the waves that claimed a place once called home, but somewhere in her heart, she knows it’s going to work. She knows it.

A smile draws at the corners of her lips, tugging them into that same, fierce smile that has graced them each and every day for the past fortnight. Her eyes turn skyward, lips whispering softly to those who dwell and peer from beyond the veil.

“You can hear me, can’t you?” she asks as she takes her steady strides. There’s confidence and fear both in her gait, but she wears them both as sword and shield. “You’ve been watching for a long time. Years, ages, eons, longer still I’m sure.” The girl speaks as if to someone standing right beside her, a friend or a follower. “I’m not expecting you to talk back this time, nor to show me anything. I thought for once, perhaps I’d do the whispering, and you could listen for a spell.”

Her smile turns back to the sky. “You’re going to lose. Even with half the board left to conquer, even if you thought you had all of your moves figured, you missed something. You could have had me, them, all of us. You could have won, you know.” She pauses. “Well, insofar as you had the option. But I don’t think You will ever understand. I don’t think you ever could. All it would have taken is... a little bit of Something.”

She steps free of the forest, a hill overlooking the jewel of Thanalan, and makes her way to her destination.

Extremely long post under the cut. This is a snippet from an event taking place on 7/21-22, those involved have not been directly tagged but you know who you are!

Mentions: @the-faceless-ffxiv​ 

Enambris takes her place, settling upon the stool and drawing her knees closer, smoothing out the skirt of her cotton dress. From a little leather satchel she draws a small tin, and within can be found a number of brightly-colored war paints. She collects small amounts of the paint on the tips of her fingers and drags them with perfect, practiced ease over her cheekbones in ancient geometric patterns, dotting thrice beneath each eye and in lines down each arm, two dots added to each of her digits.

There's joy in the rote of ritual, deference paid to a history long-drowned with each stroke of color, and it reflects upon her pretty face as if sunlight had spilled in through some unseen window. Enambris pauses, glancing around the room, and offers up the little tin of war-paints. "If anyone chooses. It's not required but..." she stares at it. "...Reminds me of home."

The patterns completed, she takes a step back to observe her handiwork and give the others a moment to finish their own. She moves back to her place upon the stool, a final smoothing of her skirts before her work begins. The Warmaiden turns her eyes to those in the room, finished with her preparation. "What I am about to attempt has... it hasn't been done in years. Not of this magnitude, anyway. But I know that it's going to work. I know it."

The smile on her lips only brightens. "Some of you have seen what Warsong is capable of - power, destruction, war. But it, like a sword, is only a tool. A sword can be used to defend, rather than attack, a song can bring sadness, just as it can bring joy. I'll need to take us into the Song properly through the prelude, before we begin pouring out our hope. When the bells chime thrice, it's time for the Warsong to begin. You'll see what I mean in a moment. Is everyone ready?"

Enambris’ eyes flutter closed. An inhale, an exhale, and once more inward, the air swirling in her lungs, oxygen fanning flames that slowly, agonizingly, spread throughout her crystal bell heart. A soft, barely-audible hum begins low in her throat. Resonant, discordant notes overlay atop each other to, step by step, build a rich harmony, and as the notes come together, a sudden and deep pulse of raw sound vibrates into the floorboards. The air is rendered misty, as if trying to peer through an atmospheric haze.

Light blooms within her ribcage, a slow build to a lantern-bright shine that bleeds through the girl’s flesh, bones cast in dark contrast over the source, which - surprisingly - only causes the crystal embedded in her sternum to dim to hardly a flicker. Enambris up-turns her palms, resting them on her legs. Her pale lips part.

DING....

A single great bell tolls explosively, thrumming into the ground as every inorganic surface within the office becomes an amplifier for the sudden crescendo of deep, sweeping tones, arpeggios played by air and wood and stone that scale up to a single, perfect note. Her voice scales up and down with it, the nigh-inhuman quality of her soprano offering up questions to whether or not she may have a flute in her throat instead of a human voice box.

Finally, she sings. "♪Home is behind... the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight..." The room darkens, and constellations in a vast expanse flicker to life overhead. Sensations flow of longing, the melancholy of a home left behind, but also a sad sort of joy and excitement, a page turning, a new chapter beginning. Hope, she sings, must have perspective to understand its strength. It must have narrative to build it properly. Hope, real hope, grown organically from the tiniest of seeds, she sows in musical form. "♪Mist and shadow... cloud and shade. All shall fade. All..."

The music slows. The vibrato of her voice ripples the air like a droplet shattering the glassy surface of a still pond.

"♪Shall..."

DING.... DONG....

The music shifts, the harmonic impression left as major chords slowly begin to join together, their minor companions fading just as the lyrics pass her lips. A great river of Something seems to roar through the room, a current upon which each soul is drawn, not from their bodies, but into glittering starlight. It spills into the warpaint, the colors becoming the diffused rainbow of nebulas on human skin. The melody changes.

"♪Fear not this night, you will not go astray. Though shadows fall, still the stars find their way." The melody takes a shift. The presence of fear, the dread that accompanies the unknown and the dark, they begin to stir, but the melody persists. It soothes the fear, placates the worry and dread. "♪And you can always be strong, lift your voice with the first light of dawn!"

Enambris' eyes remain closed, but the changes are unmistakable: the war-paint on her skin becomes luminous light. Rose-scroll patterns ignite along her back, arms and fingers, with little twinkling stars blooming like roses, as the great river plunges the room beneath it into an even greater ocean. Not of fear or dread, but the first fluttering of one's heart before a genuine smile, the relief of good news after a dark day, the joy found upon a friend's lips, the bliss of the arms of a lover, the embrace of family. The prelude ends.

"♪Dawn's just a heartbeat away... Hope's just a sunrise..."

DING... DONG.... DING!

The bells announce the thinning of the veil. Enambris' eyes snap open at the drop of a single, explosive chord that, somehow, is just as soft as her voice. The silver points of light that usually make up her irises flare with supernova brilliance, letting that light, that sheer hope fill the space. Sensations in the room shift, bringing with it the unmistakable feeling of chills as frisson washes up and down one's body. Joyful anticipation for a long-awaited ending to a soul-gripping story.

The music slows, fading to a soft hum punctuated by a single note, that perfect note, held as the Song begins.

"♪Even a well-lit place can hide salvation. A map to a one-man maze that never sees the sun! Where the lost are the heroes, and the Thieves are left to drown. Everyone knows by now, fairytales... can't be found..."

THIS is the beginning, it can be felt echoing in the marrow, rattling the bones, gripping the heart. Not painful, not dread, but something else. An ember, one soft breath away from becoming a rising sun.

"♪It's written in the walls... as we walk......"

All at once the song ROARS to a sky-shattering crescendo. Reality itself almost seems to bend in upon itself but the willpower, the ferocity, the hope that fills the room cannot be bent.

"♪In a STRAIGHT LINE! Down in the dirt with a landslide - approaching! But nothing could ever stop us from stealing our place in the sun!"

If she could laugh she would, and that laughter is on her lips with lyrics spilling as freely as raindrops caught in morning light.

"♪ We will FACE the odds against us and RUN INTO the fear we run from!”

“♪IT HAS BEGUN.♪”

[kairoth]

Could you do all of the questions?

heyhey! yea! done on my laptop :>

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?♥ usually more milk but then i try to fix the ratio and it ends up being more cereal asfh

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?♥ eehhh sometimes

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?♥ mostly just pieces of paper lol

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?♥ with LOTS of sugar

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?♥ yes. it's gross

6: do you keep plants?♥ yea!

7: do you name your plants?♥ ofc i do

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?♥ music mainly. like you'll know my mood by knowing what song i listen to

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?♥ ye ~

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?♥ my side usually but i move a lot in my sleep

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?♥ bongwater,,

12: what’s your favorite planet?♥ saturn! and pluto,,, and jupiter ahh

13: what’s something that made you smile today?♥ thinking about puppies !!!!!!

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?♥ idk? messy

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!♥ apparently you get taller in space

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?♥ this is boring of me but i like plain ol' pasta with butter and salt the most

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?♥ white with purple ombre !

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.♥ HHH when i was 6 months old i ate a spider and anyone who knows about it never lets me live it down

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?♥ i try to keep em and write in em but i often forget

20: what’s your favorite eye color?♥ mmm i can't choose, they're all great !

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.♥ oof my batman backpack that i gave to my dad. that thing went through A LOT. my new one is really good too tho. it's just red and black but it's served me well.

22: are you a morning person?♥ depends on if i've gotten a good night's sleep and if i'm particularly excited for the day!

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?♥ sleep, listen to music, read

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?♥ yea. we don't talk anymore tho. i miss him

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?♥ nowhere? i've never broken in before

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?♥ i always wear my vans til they fall apart. my current pair are space themed bc ofc

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?♥ juicyfruit ig?

28: sunrise or sunset?♥ sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?♥ ASFH UHM idk?? them just being themselves is enough for me to smile over them

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?♥ yes

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.♥ i wear mismatched socks all the time but like they do match each other somewhat. like. i have a bunch of stitch socks and i don't wear their match but i'll wear another stitch sock with it.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.♥ uhh me and two friends played never have i ever over kik once and long story short we learned a lot abt each other. some things we never wanted to know

33: what’s your fave pastry?♥ idk! i like danish pastries pretty well tho

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?♥ teddy!! i got him when i was 5 from my cousin for like a nickel. he's just a standard lil brown teddy bear. and ofc i still have him asdgh can't sleep without him. i even bring him to sleepovers

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?♥ yea! i use them when i can

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?♥ EDEN. and crywank generally fits me too

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?♥ i like it to be clean but often it just gets cluttered and i don't have the motivation to clean it

38: tell us about your pet peeves!♥ uhhh i hate rude, arrogant, judgemental people, disloyalty, uhm, the sound that weird plastic makes, uhhh idk

39: what color do you wear the most?♥ mostly black and white

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?♥ my solar system bracelet! i saw the post for it on tumblr and sent it to my mum, and she ended up getting it for me for christmas!

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?♥ we were liars by e. lockhart. if i had to choose a fave it'd be that one. i sobbed for days after reading it. i think it kinda did smthn to my soul

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!♥ i do not sadly :

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?♥ my mum, i think ?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?♥ oof, when harley was still here. it was a nice day, the sun was shining through my window, birds singing, EDEN playing softly, and harley was all cuddled up on my chest with his head tucked under my chin, purring away.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?♥ depends. i try to evenly listen to my instincts and to logic

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.♥ my friend used to make a lot of bone puns bc of undertale and sans and one of my faves is "wasn't that HUMERUS"

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?♥ SEAFOOD it's grrrrrrrrrrroooooooosssss

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?♥ death. and yes.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?♥ haven't bought many of those, i mostly listen to spotify :0 i did get the vinyl of black parade that mcr was giving out for the anniversary !

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?♥ crystals ig? pokemon cards, pens, books. uhh. i have a lot of paper and notebooks lmao

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?♥ mm. good times by all time low.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?♥ uhh idk i like all of em

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?♥ heathers is epic and i love christian slater but also his voice is hilarious, beetlejuice was good and amazingly weird, and i've no seen the other two yet.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?♥ HHH. the other day my mum's friend was talking abt how she's having problems with renters and she looked like she was gonna cry but it was more frustration than anything so idk?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?♥ man idk it's prob somethin big but i don't remember

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?♥ ? idk. it depends ig?? like for my one friend i love that he loves animals, for my other i love that she loves music. for one i love her kindness and outward innocence and i find it hilarious when she actually shows her angry or sassy side.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?♥ god i love bohemian rhapsody. so good. so catchy. the best. me and my former bff used to sing it all the time

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?♥ mmmm idk :0

59: what’s your favorite myth?♥ i love myths abt creatures! my faves are about the fae folk.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?♥ idk :0

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?♥ uhh just a basic gift card ig. and uhm idk?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?♥ mm if i have juice i'll drink it!

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?♥ i try to keep them organized

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?♥ it's getting late and it's kinda cloudy and grey

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?♥ yeaa.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?♥ mmm idk! maybe lots of purple and light blues? :0

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?♥ bad. i've always been nervous with storms and whatnot and those kinda days just make me jittery.

68: what’s winter like where you live?♥ well for a while it actually is winter and gets cold. but it's florida so ofc it goes back to being hot af.

69: what are your favorite board games?♥ i've always been fond of sorry sliders and candy land

70: have you ever used a ouija board?♥ NO AND I NEVER WILL. my mum and aunts did once and HHHHHHHH they ended up with a possessed barney doll

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?♥ earl grey ! i really wanna try lavender tea tho

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?♥ yea but i don't often actually do it

73: what are some of your worst habits?♥ i sleep and procrastinate too much but i'm trying, i pick at threads a lot hhh,

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.♥ ok uhh. they remind me of a canary bird. i associate them with yellow and pink. they're super sweet. always helpful. sad and i wish i could help them more. all in all a v good friend and v good person.

75: tell us about your pets!♥ OOF OK GET READY. syd: sydney, my man. the big orange floof. meathead. he likes to stand up and hold onto your shirt or pants and it's cute but also CLAWS. v smart, knows that if he annoys me enough i'll open my door for him. maggie: pretty pretty princess. also the grossest princess. beaut white, brown capped fur and green gold eyes and cutest lil meows. bean: has two thumbs, one is teensy tiny. meows are like inaudible. usually grumpy and will run if you pet her. only accepts affection when she's sleepy. sebastian: the real grumpy cat. russian blue boy. has a hard time jumping correctly now cos he's old. always talking and complaining. likes pets. will fight you. ash: scaredy boi. dark as night. murrs instead of meows bc he wasn't raised by other cats. rarely purrs but you know he loves you. likes head bumps. will scratch you if you're not paying attention to him. can be a bully. arrow: FAT. has scabs bc he keeps scratching himself,, why boi why (we think he's allergic to smthn). meows LOUDLY. eats everyone's food. likes to go outside. once got stuck in the same tree twice. shelby: old girl. jack russel. super hyper but also LAZY. only sleeps under blankets. gets jealous. will force her way onto your lap. the smelliest dog in existence i swear. emmy: chihuahua. grumpyyyy old lady. always telling people to shut up (mostly shelby). cute tho. has seizures sometimes. will purposefully use the bathroom on the floor where you'll step or on something of yours if you upset her. moriarty: my snek! good boy. likes to be under his paper towels. smol. has a cute face. percy: GRUMPY leopard gecko. she's a blizzard morph and she looks purple. so grumpy aaaaaaaaah. red: my betta girl. the other girls with her (blue and esme) died. she comes up to the glass to say hi to you. oscar the grouch: hedgehog. SO GRUMP. he literally turned his entire house around so you can't see him. rude. lillith, yuki, and star: ferrets. inseperable. good little catsnakes who i love. yuki has a thing for feet and shoes. star messes with the dogs/cats by nipping them. lillith is good but bites a bit hard. the chickens: we named them after the avengers. cap can die. literally she hates me and my mum she tries to fight us. RUDE.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?♥ yes. schoolwork

77: pink or yellow lemonade?♥ i like both !

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?♥ uhh hate club ig? idrk?????

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?♥ mmmMM my former bff used to be very supportive of my clinginess and she would be talking and i could just like hold my hands out to her or hug her and she'd be totally ok with it and not even pause talking. the best thing ever tbh

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?♥ two walls are light grey and the other two are a slightly darker grey! i chose it :> i wanted a good neutral color besides beige or white.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.♥ mmm. like the sun shining through the branches of the trees.

82: are/were you good in school?♥ i mean?? ig? i get ok grades (mostly Bs) but i always procrastinate assignments cos i'm lazy and unmotivated

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?♥ ooohh my fave is from life starts now by three days grace. i actually made it my theme once on chrome

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?♥ yea! i wanna get a lot of space related ones! and maybe the chip number of my boy harley

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?♥ mm. i read webcomics! a fave of mine is stutterhug by samantha davies on taptastic :>

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?♥ uhhhhhhh i don't know any off the top of my head and i looked it up and it says american idiot by green day is one and i love them so? yeah

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?♥ THE CROW. and the last unicorn!! both so good

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?♥ i've always been fond of symbolism

89: are you close to your parents?♥ i'm close to my mum! not so much my dad

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.♥ woodsboro, maryland! that's where my aunts and cousins live. i love going up there!

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?♥ idk! my mum did bring up going somewhere this year tho

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?♥ barely even a pinch. unless it's spaghetti and that powdery parmesan cheese

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?♥ wellll we shaved the sides and back so it's just long at the top and flipped sideways

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?♥ ? it was my mum's boss's birthday a few days ago :0 we all had lunch together and she asked me what name she should call me by. i love her tbh

95: what are your plans for this weekend?♥ hopefully i can go see the puppies !!!

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?♥ procrastinate

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?♥ infp, leo but i relate more to my scorpio chart, and hufflepuff!

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?♥ i've never actually been hiking!! and tbh i enjoy pretty much anything long as i'm with someone i like!

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.♥ jupiter by EDEN, leech boy by crywank, lost//found by EDEN, boats & birds by gregory and the hawk, and saturn by sleeping at last. a lot of others too ahh

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?♥ five years in the past. i could fix a lot of things that happened.