#the wild assortment of fabric available

[sassytail]

With every fibre of my entire soul and being…… I miss the textile discount outlet in Chicago.

[blackdollette]

Hey, "high with Clyde" anon here (and high again, funnily enough). Smut you say? I've had a thought circulating in my mind recently. Going shopping for new clothes with Jack Thurlow and trying stuff on for him to rate while he sits all pretty on that couch they have there (y'know, that one that they have specifically for guys doing the exact same thing?) while you model for him. And for whatever reason - maybe his responses have been rather lacklustre and you want his....ahem, "enthusiasm", or maybe just cuz you're devious like that - you decide you wanna rile him up a little bit. So! At the next store, you grab like, the sluttiest outfits available unbeknownst to him, and then model them all for him, feeling all smug that he's practically drooling at you

And when he finally reaches his breaking point, the next thing you know, you got your feet behind your ears and his hand over your mouth so you don't get caught. 🤤 Idk, do with that what you might. ^^

you've done it again, anon 🙌🏽

"i get dressed to ride for you, baby." | jack thurlow

burning desire. - lana del rey

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female!reader x jack

word count: 1.8k

contents: public sex, unprotected p in v, missionary position, creampie

“you’ve got 5 minutes to try everything on, you hear me?” jack called out as he sat on the small leather couch outside of your dressing room, brows furrowed as he crossed his arms and slumped into the seat knowing full well you were going to take your precious time trying on every single outfit. so much for a "fun" shopping trip.

inside the small room, you had an assortment of clothes in front of you, ranging from long flowy gowns to dark blue baggy jeans and designer sweaters. a top-tier selection of clothes but none of which were to jack’s taste. but you decided to test your luck anyway.

minutes later, you stepped out and stood right in front of him, wearing your first dress. “how’s this one, jack?” his eyes were downcast, looking at something on his phone. you tapped him on the shoulder, only earning half of his attention. “hm? it looks nice, dolly.” you pouted, moving your hand to his chin to make him look at you. “but you didn’t even look at it.” he moved your hand away, looking you up and down with an unamused gaze. “i said it looks fine. now are you finally done so we can get out of here?” 

you rolled your eyes, walking back into the dressing room and slipping off the dress. you picked up a skintight black dress that was so long it dragged on the floor. surely this one would grab his attention, you thought to yourself as you paired it with a white, button-up sweater. you put on a pair of light-brown heels that were hidden by the fabric, stepping out once again and patting his cheek. 

“what about this? is this one better?” you gave him a little spin, giving him a full 360 degrees of your body in the tight dress. he gave a little smirk in response. “yeah if you wanna look like a nun, i guess. is this the last outfit? i don’t think i can listen to the music in here any longer.” you huffed, discouraged at how nonchalant he was. “yes, im done.” you muttered, walking back into the dressing room to get back into your normal clothes.

you walked out of the dressing room empty-handed, leaving everything behind since none seemed to give you the reaction you expected from him. he took your hand, dragging you out of the store and back into the main mall. “good riddance,” he muttered under his breath. “can we go home now, angel?” your eyes scanned the assortment of stores surrounding you until they landed on one that would surely sell clothes that would blow his socks off.

you shook your head. “not yet, i just wanna go to one more store. please, just one more place?” you begged, staring up at him as he groaned. “only one more. you head on inside, i’m going to grab a coffee. i’ll meet you in the dressing room.” with that, he released your hand and let you go your own way. 

you dashed into the store, immediately pleased by the outfits in the display window. you wasted no time picking up everything you saw, picturing the look on his face when he’d see the clothes on you. you walked into the dressing room, starting to change into one of the outfits as you heard his voice.

“you in here, doll?” he said as he sipped on his hot drink, waiting for a response. “i’m here, jack. just gimme a sec, okay?” he nodded, immediately realizing that you couldn’t see his answer. he sat down on the seat in front of your dressing room, sighing as he scrolled on his phone. “this damn girl…” he whispered to himself. then he was interrupted by the noise of you walking out, standing right in front of him.

you didn’t have to tap him to get his attention this time. his eyes were caught by the shiny black thigh-high leather boots you had on. then his eyes traveled up, first landing on your dangerously short pleated skirt and low-cut tube top that showed just enough cleavage to make his breath hitch (this is the outfit). you placed your hand on your hips, looking down at him as he swallowed hard, immediately putting his phone down and gripping the seat.

“now i’ve got your attention.” you remarked smugly. “you like this one, jack?” you took the words out of his mouth, his cheeks covered in a bright pink stain as his mouth gaped open. he cleared his throat, nodding nervously as a stupid little smile tugged at his lips. “y-yeah, this one’s nice, baby. give me a little spin, will ya?” your face lit up and you twirled, making the skirt lift up just a little as your heels clicked on the ground.

jack squirmed, shifting his position so he was sitting with his legs crossed, suppressing a painfully obvious boner. you grinned triumphantly, happy that you could break his cold, hard exterior. you walked back into the room, making that sad that you were going away but excited to see that next set of clothes you’d have on.

minutes passed and jack found himself impatiently tapping his foot as his mind ran wild with thoughts of you wearing such intimate clothes just for him. his hard cock was straining against the rough denim of his jeans, making him groan quietly as he placed a hand on top of his bulge to calm the throbbing sensation.

his foot began to bounce on the ground with anticipation, and soon enough he couldn’t take it anymore. he sprung up from his seat, pushing the curtain of your dressing room to the side and popping his head in. “are you done in here?” you jumped slightly, startled. but jack’s eyes became as wide as saucers as drool began to drip down his lips. 

you stood in front of the mirror, wearing a small tennis skirt with a plaid pattern on it, paired with a white silky shirt that was more revealing than your bra. and your cute little feet in those white knee-high socks didn’t help the matter either (the outfit). “jack! i’m not done in here yet!” 

he walked into the room, approaching you with a lust-filled haze as you backed into the wall behind you. he closed the curtain of the room, pinning you to the wall and pressing his body into yours, his boner pressing into your stomach. you gasped, the heat of blood starting to pool in your core as he grabbed your face and pulled you into a very sloppy kiss.

“goddamnit, woman… you just know exactly how to drive me crazy, don’t you?” he grabbed your ass, lifting you off the ground and making you wrap your legs around his waist, your clothed, throbbing clit now in contact with his pulsating bulge. you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you again, this time using his tongue to tease yours with his gentle flicks.

your hips began to grind on his, desperate for even the smallest amount of pleasure to still your nerves. jack groaned deeply, whipping out his cock and pumping it quickly. you glanced down, seeing that his girth had nearly doubled in size because of how swollen it had gotten. he rubbed his leaky tip on your silky panties, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric.

you let out a shaky moan, grabbing onto his muscled biceps as he set you down on the wooden bench that was meant for clothing. he pushed everything else off, leaving room for only you as he pushed your legs behind your head, the wet spot on your panties much more conspicuous in this position.

jack bit his lip as he grinned from ear to ear. “that’s my little model…” he trailed a teasing finger down your cleavage until he got all the way down to your dripping wet cunt. he replaced his finger with his cock, getting off from the feeling of your wet folds hungrily attempting to swallow him.

“guess we should get these out of the way, huh?” he slipped his cock underneath the thin string that covered your pussy, breaking it away with a light tug. your breath became shaky as the cold air hit your grooling cunt. jack spat on his thumb, rubbing messy circles onto your clit as he lined himself up with your hole.

the tip slipped in effortlessly, along with the first few inches. you moaned quietly, making jack clamp his hand over your mouth. “it would be a shame if we got caught in here, wouldn’t it?” with a low groan, he pushed in the remaining inches of his rod, making your eyes well. with his jeans down to his ankles, his hips began slapping into yours.

your eyes rolled to your back on your head as the perfect curve of his dick made him reach nothing but your cervix. you felt your drool bubbling all over his hand as deep, heavy breaths escaped from his parted lips. his large cock abused and stretched out your tiny hole, much to his pleasure.

his fingernails dug into the back of your thighs as his balls slapped your asshole with every deep thrust. your hands found his wrist and forearm, gripping the skin tightly as a white-hot knot began to tie in your stomach. jack’s orderly thrusts quickly lost their composure as your muffled moans made his core boil.

strings on precum connected him to you each time he pulled out. he flipped his hair out of his face, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed back curses that threatened to break free. “s-shit… that’s it, baby… takin’ my cock so well…” 

your back arched as you ground your hips against his, desperately chasing the orgasm that was just in your reach. your gushy folds hungrily ate up his cock, making him toss his head back. “use my dick, angel…just like that.” you brought your fingers to your clit, sobbing into his hand as you felt yourself cumming all over him. he grabbed your hips, fucking you at lightning speed as his balls sagged with cum. in a matter of seconds, he was filling up your tight, swollen pussy with loads upon loads of his hot seed.

he pulled out of you, watching as his cum cascaded out of your hole like a milky waterfall. you panted breathlessly, slowly regaining your composure as jack tucked his cock back into his pants before getting you all cleaned up as well.

you put on your clothes, looking at the mess you two had just made in a public residence. but before you knew it, jack was out of the dressing room, carrying all of the clothes you tried on. you walked behind him quickly. “where are you going?” jack smiled back at you. “to the cashier. i look forward to my little model putting on a show for me every night.” he dumped the pile of clothes onto the counter, the cum-stained skirt above everything else like a cherry on top.

author's note: thank you "high" anon for the request! istg I rlly didn't mean for it to get so long

[javaberrychip1998]

Assorted thoughts about fairy textiles/fashion:

Obviously fairies use leaves and flowers and stuff like that as fabrics. They use pixie/fairy dust to make the materials stronger and easier to work with. A single strand of silkworm thread or spider silk is often used to sew things together, with a pine needle or dry, thin blade of grass as a needle. (Porcupine quills are far too long, more likely used for spears and other weapons) For fairies in regions where they can’t farm insects for thread, thin blades of grass can also be used as thread, though the stitches will be more prominent.

Materials are used in accordance to their availability. Because of this, most fairy clothing is green, as leaves of many shapes and sizes, as well as grass, are abundant in most fairy regions. Flower petals come in a variety or rarity that effects their price accordingly. The most common color after green is yellow, with dandelions and buttercups being plentiful. Dandelions in particular are used as fluffy skirts for fairy children, or as hats. There was a brief fad of using dandelions as wigs, for fashionable yellow hair, but the trend was short-lived. (Obviously once dandelions turn to fluff, they are very affordable resource used for stuffing pillows, comforters, and children’s toys)

Next most common is white and then pink. Pale pink isn’t too rare, but brighter pinks are usually saved for special occasions. Rhododendrons are a classic choice for a prom dress. Purples are less common, and blue clothing is very rare, usually reserved for fairy nobles and royalty.

The color rules are of course not absolute, as ultimately it depends on the rarity of the flower itself. Fairies that reside in a garden will often have more of a variety to choose from than those that live in more wild areas. Fairies with a particular interest in fashion will frequently choose to live in a garden for this very reason. However, fairies from wilder areas may even travel a fair distance to secure a rose or lily for a special occasion. Fairies with enough wealth or status can have the rarer materials brought to them for a price. In particular, flowers with a very brief blooming-period (like magnolias) are incredibly expensive, and are a favorite of the highest of royalty. An orchid will likely only be seen on the fairy queen herself.

The common fairies will much more often be seen in clover, grass, dandelions, and the occasional violet. Even amongst the mass of green clothing, there is still a good variety, as there are many different shapes and patterns and shades of leaves a fairy can use. This of course varies greatly depending on the region. Any time that fairy nobles travel long distances for political purposes, a fairies home can easily be determined by what they wear.

The most common armor is made of pinecones as plate-mail, with acorns as helmets. Maple seeds can even be used as wing-covers for protection, particularly for young fairies who’s wings are still developing. Thick blades of grass make decent belts, and any particularly sturdy leaf is used for more practical items like bags or shoes, which need the extra structure. Another use for sturdy blades of grass is as boning for corsets. The fluffy and abundant petals of a clover make for a lovely petticoat. Flowers that are too small to use as clothing will often be used as hats or jewelry, or other adornments.

Insect wings may be used occasionally for fashion purposes, though it is somewhat controversial, similar to human opinions on fur and leather. The ethics of it is hotly debated.

[zardozipune]

IndoWestern Sarees for Anniversary Celebrations

Make an impactful fashion statement at wedding anniversary celebrations with these Indowestern Sarees designed for contemporary lifestyle. Instead of the traditional petticoat, wear fitted pants or leggings in contrast colors to create an elegant layered effect under your saree and create an eye-catching layered effect.

This saree is perfect for the adventurous bride! The wild organic pattern and earthy embroidery add an earthy element that adds beauty.

1. Maithili Chitrakari

On special occasions like weddings and traditional celebrations, Indian women enjoy wearing traditional sarees. But for something a bit more contemporary and trendy, Indo Western dresses may be an excellent alternative.

Indo western dresses combine the textiles, patterns, and styles of Indian textiles with Western silhouettes and tailoring techniques for an eclectic combination that makes up an attire perfect for both formal and casual events alike. There is an assortment of designs available with this type of clothing styled in this manner.

2. Ogaan Saree

Maithali Chitrakari offers this earthy saree from their Maithali Chitrakari label that’s sure to add charm and color to your Haldi event. Featuring fishes artistically hand painted along its borders, and complete with an easy tube blouse — making an eye-catching combination.

If you’re going for something regal, why not try wearing a ruffle saree? Not only will it add volume and turn heads, but its bold ruffles are sure to catch everyone’s attention! Choose between mild or bold ruffles for a contemporary or dramatic style look.

3. Sabyasachi Printed Ruffle

Masoom Minawala has created this ruffle saree with bold patterns and earthy embroidery for Haldi and Mehndi functions that is sure to bring out their vibrant side! Pair it with an eye-catching pearl belt and rock the photo albums!

Alia Bhatt was seen wearing an elegant printed ruffled saree by Sabyasachi that stood out amongst the crowd at various pre-wedding events, offering an alternative style for Mehndi functions and other pre-wedding functions.

4. Sonali Jain Saree-cum-Lehenga

This versatile designer offers an incredible collection of Indo-western apparel that is sure to turn heads. She specializes in everything from half jacket sets and asymmetrical maxis to draped dhoti sarees; her pieces also showcase intricate threadwork designs and summery hues.

This yellow organza saree with peplum thread work in zari and its matching blouse are ideal for anyone wanting to look stylish yet sophisticated. Pair this look with gold jewellery for added elegance — and you are ready!

5. Dhupia Saree

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Neha Dhupia recently made headlines when she shared a picture wearing an Indo-Western saree by 431–88 by Shweta Kapur and looked ethereal wearing it paired with a turtleneck blouse and silver earrings — creating the ultimate ensemble!

6. Hina Khan Saree

Hina Khan is known to be a fashionista and her style choices never fail to make headlines. Recently she wore this Sabyasachi printed ruffle beauty that sure will turn heads; an Indo western saree perfect for high-end cocktail parties if your budget allows it!

Bring the glamour with this beautiful saree by teaming it with a tube blouse and adding heavy uncut diamonds as accessories for an eye-catching look. Additionally, its pre-attached pallu makes drape and carry simple. Perfect for Mehndi functions!

7. Sonam Luthria Saree

Sonam Luthria’s stunning edgy saree is an ideal pick for women who favor minimal style. Perfect for Haldi or Cocktail events, this stunning piece will surely draw all eyes in attendance.

This designer established her eponymous label in 2012, specialising in semi-formal and occasion wear. The label quickly gained fame for its originality, uniqueness and creativity — offering offbeat fusion wear with beautiful drapes and unconventional cuts featuring intricate hand embroidery and patterns.

[system-threat-detected]

So I’m running a D&D game set in the Horizon universe, so I think about a lot of unnecessary worldbuilding stuff, like main exports/imports of tribes, what resources they might have available to them based on in-game evidence, and other stuff. It got me thinking about their clothes. Specifically the stranglehold the Oseram seem to have on linen. 

I don’t actually know a lot about clothes, cloth, or armor, so take that as you will. It’s something that vaguely interests me, but most of my knowledge comes from quick google searches, or that one time I went down a cloth-based rabbit hole on Wikipedia, so please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong about stuff. 

Out of all of the tribes that we see in-game, the Oseram are the only ones who use (what I’m assuming to be) linen in their armor. While this can be chalked up to design language - trying to get us to read someone as Oseram at a glance just by looking at them - I’m going to read more into it. 

Flax, the plant that linen is made from, grows well in Idaho/The Claim, and enriches the soil with nitrogen, blooms early, and is easily replaced by native plants, making it ideal for terraforming that part of the US. It would make sense for DEMETER to put it there, meaning the Oseram would be the ones who produced and sold the linen found everywhere else in game.

[ID: three Oseram mercenaries, dressed in leathers, metal, and cloth. end description.] 

Your average Oseram citizen also wears this cloth, though most of them seem to be wearing forge-worthy leathers (which could pass as armor anyways) based on my exploration of Pitchcliff and Free Heap. 

Another demographic who wears this non-leather cloth are common Carja citizens, as well as the poor/displaced people of Sunfall. More wealthy citizens and outlanders wear silk, and the nobles wear almost exclusively silk(Charles why did you think putting silkworms in the middle of Utah was a good idea? They are not native animals. Charles the silkworms that produce usable amounts of silk have been so domesticated they can’t even survive in the wild anymore. Charles silkworms can ONLY eat Mulberry tree leaves, which, thinking about it, I may actually have found in The Jewel. Charles pls.), but that’s a topic for another post. 

[ID: Five Carja citizens from the Horizon Zero Dawn art book. Two are labeled “Craftspeople Woman” and “Craftspeople Man”, who appear to be wearing mostly linen and some silk. One is labeled “Artisan”, and is wearing some linen, a lot of silk, and some decorative machine parts. The last two are labeled “Villager Man” and “Villager Woman”, and are wearing all linen, no silk. End description.] 

It makes sense that the Carja have access to this linen, as they canonically have good trading relations with the Oseram. 

It’s also worth pointing out that black/purple dye is time consuming and extremely difficult to do. The shadow Carja/Eclipse made it part of their Whole Aesthetic, which I find hilarious(but looking deeper into the implications, horrified). They’re canonically starving all the time and they still find the time to dye black clothes. 

[ID: A turnaround of an Eclipse thug, whose outfit is mainly tattered, deep black cloth, with some dark red, bullets, and a white mask. End description.] 

Black dye can come from chestnut trees, so there is, in fact, an in-game basis for this, as I found chestnut trees in The Jewel while looking for avocado trees, but I’m even more incredulous they figured out how to make purple. The most likely sources, since they obviously don’t have access to that super exclusive Mediterranean shellfish, are Rocky Mountain Irises, Blackberries, Elderberries, or Daylilies, none of which I have seen in game, but can grow in the Utah area.

We can interact with exactly one Utaru in the whole game, but the concept art for them appears to be mostly woven/dried plant leaves or leather, and some machine parts.

[ID: The front and back views of two Utaru. They both are wearing outfits with strips of dried plants or leather woven together in alternating black and yellow patterns, a mysterious mint green cloth, red feathers, a little bit of black fur, and a dried grass cape. Both are wearing hats made of woven plant/leather, machine parts, and what appears to be wood. End description.]

Looking at Rea, the Utaru we interact with in-game, the mysterious mint green is toned back to a more natural green, and it actually looks more like leather than fabric.

[ID: A waist-up in-game rendering of Rea, an Utaru woman. The rendered textures make everything previously assumed to be cloth or plant fiber, besides her grass cape, look like leathers that have been tanned differently. End description.] 

It’s possible the Utaru have access to cotton, but there simply isn’t enough in-game information to confirm or deny that. 

The Banuk and Nora tribes overwhelmingly use leather and hide, along with assorted machine parts (like metal or cables) in their wardrobe. It makes sense for them to be dressed this way, as where they live is colder than the Sundom or Plainsong. I have, however, noticed there are strips of cloth used in their outfits. 

[ID: Four generic Banuk warriors, wearing leathers dyed their traditional light greens, blues, yellows, and reds. Their heavy, warm outfits also include furs which range from, and sometimes gradient from, blacks to whites. There are strips of what appears to be vibrant blue cloth wrapped around their limbs, as well as attached to their weapons. End description.] 

The blue cloth the Banuk use to tie their boots up/their arm wraps on and on their spears is obviously a reference to the Blue Light, and is the only cloth in their outfits. The rest is warm leathers or furs. Their territory, Ban-Ur, is mostly covered in glaciers, so it makes sense they’d opt for overall warmer clothes.

While we know from Bergrund that the Banuk don’t like trading for ‘necessities’, it is possible that the easily-dyed blue cloth is one of the things they will trade for, as it holds religious symbolism for them.  

And the Nora:

[ID: Concept art of four generic Nora Braves, all wearing outfits comprised of natural leathers, white machine metal, and blue machine cables. End description.] 

[ID: Aloy wearing the Nora Silent Hunter Heavy armor. The armor is mostly made of natural leathers, but there is a green and blue net woven of some unknown material. End description.]

The green/blue net/rope stuff we see in Nora outfits is most likely woven from natural fibers taken from dogbane, nettle, or milkweed. 

Aloy’s scarf looks like it’s made of silk, 

[ID: An in-game image of Aloy. She is wearing the armor Teb made for her, and is standing in the dappled shadow of a tree. Her blue scarf is shining like silk. End description.]

But there’s a possible explanation: It’s the same one she had as a kid, that Rost wrapped her in as a baby. He was a well-traveled man, maybe he found it while he was on his vengeance quest, and kept it because it reminded him of his wife/daughter or something. (She’s wearing her baby blanket around her neck)

This, however... 

[ID: An in-game rendering of Olara, a Nora woman who is wearing an outfit made of natural leathers, dark blue netting, a dark blue cloth sash, leather belts, and what appears to be a knit wool shoulder cowl. End description.] 

Ma’am where did you get that wool. There are no sheep here. The Banuk have all the goats, and they don’t even use them for that. There are no Angora rabbits here. No alpaca. And yet. There you are. With your knit wool(?) shoulder cowl. Someone please help me out here. What could that be made out of. 

And then there are the Tenakth. The game doesn’t specifically state where they are from, but since only Carja texts seem to mention them, and the Banuk/Oseram/Nora lore we are provided doesn’t mention them at all, I’m assuming they’re south of the Sundom, kind of around Arizona/New Mexico area. So like. Hot. Dry. Sunny. I’d argue that what little we have seen of their designs supports this. 

[ID: Concept art of members of the Tenakth clan, shown from two different angles, one male, one female. Both are, wearing classic Tenakth blue and red body paint with thin white lines. Both are wearing light armor around their neck and forearms, and the woman is wearing a red chest wrap that appears to be made of cloth. They are both wearing skirts made of woven plant fiber, green, yellow, and red dyed leather, and red leg wraps. End description.] 

The body paint we see could easily double as natural sunblock, since they clearly don’t have the light, airy Carja silks to keep the sun off their backs. But I’m getting distracted again. 

[ID: An in-game rendering of Ullia, a Tenakth woman. The texture pattern on her clothes suggest the red material around her chest, arms, and legs, is in fact, cloth, while the strips of material around her waist and upper thighs are leather. She is also wearing shin-guards that appear to be made of dried bamboo. End description.] 

BAMBOO???? What does it MEAN?? (After a quick google search, I learned that bamboo does, in fact, grow in the Americas. A quick google search informed me it is native to a lot of South America, Central America, and the Southeastern United States. Why or how it got to the Southwestern States is beyond me, but it’s making me think the Tenakth territory (The Clan-Lands) is a lot wetter than I originally thought. Or they stole it from whoever boarders the eastern part of their territory.) But again, I’m getting off topic. Back to cloth. 

The Tenakth are known for raiding, and taking what they believe to rightfully belong to the strong, so even though they’re nowhere near The Claim, it’s likely they have stolen a linen from the Carja, but not enough to be able to consistently make a whole outfit out of it. They seem to just use it where it would be the most useful, like for attaching the bamboo/machine metal to themselves as armor. This lines up with having a scarcity of a certain material, so I’m pretty satisfied with this explanation. 

This concludes my long and unnecessary analysis of Horizon world clothing styles. I hope you all had as much fun reading this as I did figuring it out!

BONUS:

[ID: A still from the Horizon: Forbidden West trailer, showing two members of the unnamed clan that lives in what was once the Yosemite area. They are both wearing outfits made of leathers, scavanged machine parts, natural rope/string bindings, and carved wood. End description.]

Whoever these guys are, they don’t look like they have cloth, but they’re likely capable of growing flax, if I’m right about where they’re from. 

And the other one: 

[ID: A still from the Horizon: Forbidden West trailer, showing a person standing in a field of red vines, holding a withered carrot in their hand. They are wearing a yellow and green outfit, which appears to be made mostly of woven leaves and leather. End description.]

These people who appeared in the HFW trailer, who I’m no longer convinced are Utaru, don’t look like they have cloth either, but we don’t really get a good look at their outfits in the one scene they appear in the trailer. 

[shannie-writes]

The Replacement [Circus AU]

Word Count: 908 Genre: (y’all, it’s after 1am, idek what to stick this in lol. Not quite romance, not quite fluff, either way pls enjoy) Pairing(s): Seth&MC Warning(s): Knives A/N: Day 3 of short daily AU fics with Seth for his Route Release-palooza! This is a really fun AU and I wish I could play with it more. Here’s the beginning of the relationship between knife thrower Seth and his beautiful assistant, Alice.

"For our next performance, I present to you, 'Sharp-Eyed' Hyde and his lovely assistant, Alice!"

It wasn't new to you, the cries and gasps from the crowd as the knife-throwing wheel was carted out, the black and red striped paint marred by chipped wood from embedded knives being ripped out haphazardly. Neither were the shouts and hollers from the men as the assistant walked out from behind it and made a flashy show of removing her large skirt to reveal the striped one-piece and sheer tights she wore beneath it. What was new was that it was you.

The original "Alice" had run off without a word shortly before tonight's show had begun and ringmaster Sirius had quickly pulled you into the changing tent and told you to dress in her outfit. You were the only one close enough to her body type to pull it off and who wasn't already lined up for another performance that night. It was a blur of colors and fabrics and makeup and then you were in the entertainers section of the tent, in line to take part in a show you were petrified for.

But the show must go on, as they say.

The men who had rolled the wheel out helped you up onto the small step that was bolted at the bottom and strapped your wrists in place to keep you in position. It was uncomfortable, the raised edges of cut wood pressing against your arms and legs. You did your best to ignore it in favor of smiling brightly at the crowd.

A cart holding a box of knives was pulled into the open space and settled a good fifty feet away from you. It didn't used to look so far away when you'd watched this performance before. A cold sweat broke over you and you felt the small hairs of your nape stick to your skin.

The crowd grew even louder as Seth stepped in from the other side of the circle. He was dressed in tight pants and a loose shirt, simple but attractive. He was merely the maestro for this show and the knives were his musical instruction for you to perform for the audience.

If he was surprised with the change of assistant, he didn't let it show. You could almost feel his gaze on your skin as he made mental notes of differences from his previous target. With a smile, he lifted the first knife, the blade resting between two of his fingers.

You felt the blood rush in your ears and watched as he mouthed something to you, though it was hard to tell what it was with the distance. He tossed the knife in the air, caught it, then threw it toward you with the force and speed of a wild beast.

Your flinch was instinctual and you felt a sharp pain near your arm. Glancing at it, you went wide-eyed at the blade that had barely nicked your skin. It was a spot that would be nearly unnoticeable from the crowd, an expertly chosen position to test the first throw. Turning back to Seth, you swallowed dryly in fear and prayed you wouldn't throw up.

He was mouthing to you again and you finally understood what he was trying to tell you.

Trust me.

Trust him. It was as simple as it was difficult. You thought of all the practice you had seen him do, how talented he was with his short blades. He had never harmed an assistant before, there was no reason he would harm you now. There wasn't much else you could do right now than to trust him, anyway. Not while tied down to this ridiculous circle of wood and at his mercy.

Locking your eyes with his, you nodded and you could have sworn his shoulders relaxed a bit before he grabbed another three blades, turning to the crowd before juggling them and tossing them toward you one by one.

It went by in a flash after that. The assorted sizes of knives--even a short sword had been included--all the way to the final few daggers, which were thrown while the other men spun the wheel with you on it. The noise from the stands was deafening as you were released and Seth met you halfway, the two of you bowing before making your exit.

"You were magnificent," Seth praised as soon as you were safely out of the crowd's sight.

You couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks at his openness. You had heard it before, towards other women, but this was the closest you had had his sweet words directed toward you.

"Thank you. You were incredible, having to deal with this last-second switch. I hope they find someone you can practice with beforehand next time."

Seth paused and put a finger to his cheek, making a cute expression. "I'll have to see when you're next available then."

"What?"

"It's not every day you're paired with the perfect assistant. I'll speak with Sirius right away. Patch up your arm, we practice tomorrow at 10!"

You opened your mouth to tell him to slow down but he was already gone, having skillfully weaved his way around the other performers. With a sigh, you made your way to where medical supplies were stored and came to terms that you were going to be seeing a lot more of Seth in the coming months.

[themanicmagician]

Shipwrecked [4/4]

[AO3]

Summary: When Redd’s boat crashes upon the shore of Bastion Island, Tom reluctantly takes him in while he recovers. Tom despises Redd for his past deceit, but when he has no choice but to spend time with him, Tom is reminded why he fell in love with the wily fox in the first place.

“Welcome!” Mabel chirped, ever a font of enthusiasm. She clasped her paws together. “How can I help you two?”

Redd, looking decidedly uncomfortable, did not speak up. It fell upon Tom to explain.

“He needs a wardrobe.” Tom said. “He lost most of his things in the shipwreck, so we’re replacing what we can.”

Tom could admit, to himself alone, that he would miss the sight of Redd in his shirts. But Redd really should wear more fitting, comfortable clothes instead of baggy tees. And besides, Tom didn’t have that many spares.

“Oh, of course! How many outfits were you thinking?”

“Let’s do five, to start with. And two sets of sleepwear.”

Mabel nodded, then beckoned Redd over to the fitting platform. “Right this way, Mr. Redd.”

“It’s just Redd.” He did not follow the porcupine’s instructions right away, instead murmuring to Tom: “I’ll pay you back for all of it when I can.”

Redd was embarrassed—embarrassed to be unable to provide for himself, to be forced to rely upon Tom’s charity.  

“Don’t worry about it.”

This didn’t reassure Redd; his mouth twisted in discomfort.

“But…”

“Everything alright?” Mabel circled back to them, tape measure in hand.

“Yes, just give us a moment, please.”

When Mabel returned to the platform, Tom tried a different approach. “You’ve been a great help with the boys lately.” Indeed, story time with Redd was now a nightly ritual in the Nook household. They were steadily making their way through Flurry’s entire library. “Just think of it as repayment for that, alright?”

Redd mumbled something unintelligible, but finally nodded his acceptance. They joined Mabel. Redd stepped up on the platform, and Mabel began taking his measurements, jotting them down in a little spiral notebook.

Sable watched them shrewdly from her sewing station. Redd and Sable had never met in person before, but both knew of each other thanks to stories from Tom. Redd saw Sable observing him, and he offered a sheepish smile.

“I suppose we can’t do a complete wingspan measurement for now.” Mable mused. Redd turned away from Sable to look at the younger hedgehog, grateful for the plausible excuse to break away. “I’ll just have to use the measurement of one arm for the other as well. Oh! We can fix you up with a new sling, too. Wouldn’t be hard at all.”

“It’s fine, really,” Redd demurred. “It’s not necessary.”

“Oh pish. It’ll just be a bit of fabric, won’t it?” Mabel trotted over to her sister. “Sable, surely you’ve got something lying around that we could use.”

Redd threw a helpless look to Tom. Tom only shrugged. Once Mabel got started on something, there was no stopping her.

“Here.” Sable offered up a stripe of black fabric. Mable seized it with a happy “Thanks sis!” and then spent a good ten minutes between the front of the store and the back storage room, putting together an ensemble for Redd.

“Okay, you can try these on to start with.” Mabel set a bundle of clothes down in the changing room. “Do you need any help getting dressed?”

Redd colored. “No, I can handle it myself.”

As they waited for Redd to get changed, Tom chatted lightly with Mabel. The young hedgehog was overjoyed that their middle sibling, Label, was making frequent trips into Bastion. By the time Redd emerged from the dressing room, Tom had learned more than he ever needed to know about how Label’s hot pink clothing line was revolutionizing the fashion industry.

“Well?” Redd asked, scuffing his foot on the carpet.

Tom gave him a once-over. Mabel had selected comfortable clothes, suited for island living. Redd wore tan corduroy shorts, and a light pastel color block t-shirt. He didn’t look like a sleazy businessman, but like a true islander. Like he’d fit in well here.

Tom shoved the thought aside. He and Redd had made amends, but Redd was still going to leave in a few short weeks. Best not to dwell on things like that.

“It suits you,” Tom told him.

Redd muttered a thanks before Mabel dragged him off to try on something else.

~*~

Tom chopped apples into slices in his kitchenette for today’s lunch. He was fond of pears, but was infinitely grateful to Alex for bringing other fruits to the island, thereby expanding their cuisine possibilities. He was preparing fruit salad, made of the island’s entire available assortment, and included generous scoops of orange sherbet as well.

He stopped by the Cranny to drop off the boys’ lunches before he headed outside. He found Redd exactly where he thought he would: by the sea, an easel and canvas in front of him. He was working with acrylics today. Redd was painting the shoreline before him, capturing a wave mid-crash. Even partly-done, his work was impressive. It was a bit of luck that the shipwreck had spared the fox’s dominant hand.

A little ways in front of Redd was Julian. The unicorn must have assumed Redd was here to paint him, because he was currently splayed out on sand in a very dramatic pose.

“Make sure you get my best side, glitter!”

Redd, focused on painting a collection of wispy clouds, didn’t pay Julian any mind. Unperturbed, Julian remained in his chosen pose.

Tom nudged Redd’s shoulder with the bowl of fruit salad.

“Lunch.”

“Mmm.” Redd’s gaze didn’t lift from his canvas.

There was a splotch of blue paint on one of his ears. How on earth had he managed that?

Tom set the fruit salad down on the sand beside Redd. The fox’s tail swished lazily back and forth as he worked.

“It looks very good.” Tom complimented.

“Flatterer. I’m out of practice. Been a while since I’ve done something like this.” A while since he’d patined original art instead of copying classical pieces.

Redd added layers to the wavers. They began to look like wild, angry things.

Tom frowned.

“I spoke with Orville. He has spare life jackets he can donate for your boat. And he’s happy to go over basic sailing techniques with you. It won’t be like that again.”

“It was so sudden.” Redd explained, at length. His brush paused on the canvas as his gaze became distant. “One moment the waves were calm, and the next, they were roiling. I’m lucky I got away with just this.” He gestured to his splinted arm.

“Maybe someone can go back with you.” Tom suggested. “One of the dodos at the airline could sail with you and then fly back at port.”

The light in Redd’s eyes dimmed slightly. “Oh, yeah. The dodos. Maybe.”

The air between them felt thick with awkwardness. Tom kicked at the sand, begging someone up there for a distraction.

His prayer was answered in the form of Julian.

“My goodness!” Julian gasped, clutching a hoof to his chest as he ogled Redd’s work. “What a painting! You have captured my beautiful essence! Sublime! Magnifique!”

Redd leveled him a flat look.

“Yes, that’s exactly what he was going for. You truly have a mind for art, Julian.” Tom said.

Julian gave a bow before he pranced off with a self-satisfied smirk.

Redd snickered. Tom chuckled. They seemed to set each other off. Once they started, they couldn’t stop, until they were both letting loose full belly laughs.

~*~

June was a welcome reprieve from the previous month of cold rain. The air was mostly pleasant, occasionally humid. Rain came in short bursts and cleared up just as quickly.

Tonight was mildly warm, and they’d constructed a decent-sized bonfire in the town square. Residents mingled around the area. Flurry and Diana sipped drinks and chatted. Lucky was showing Del the proper marshmallow roasting technique. Julian and Elvis were arguing over whose turn it was to sing at the microphone. Fang grumbled about “kids and their wild parties” and yet mingled with the group anyway.

Tom sat on the swell of a grassy hill, overlooking the plaza. Sable was at his right. She could never sit entirely still, so she’d brought a half-finished scarf along with her to work on.

He watched the impromptu party for several moments, until a thought occurred to him. He straightened up from his casual slouch. Where were the boys? They knew the island, but it was still scorpion season.

“Sable, have you seen—?”

She pointed before he finished his sentence. Tom squinting in the dim lighting to see what she was gesturing towards.

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Mhm.”

Celeste had dragged her brother over to her telescope. Blathers was peering through it as Celeste chattered at his side. The siblings were utterly preoccupied with their occupation, completely oblivious to the three forms sidling up behind them. Timmy, Tommy, and Redd were inching closer and closer. Each of them was holding a fake rubber tarantula. Tom had raised an eyebrow when the boys ordered a box of them a week ago, but hadn’t thought to question why they wanted them. He’d just assumed they were for the Cranny’s stock.

Timmy giggled visibly, his tiny shoulders shaking with laughter. Redd shushed him.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” Tom asked.

“Better Blathers than me.” Sable said simply, needles clicking lightly as she knit. There was a gleam of mischief in her brown eyes.

“Sable!” She startled a laugh from him.

The boys rose up on their tip-toes to place their fake bugs on Blathers’ shoulders; Redd deposited his rubber tarantula atop the owl’s head.

Blathers, feeling the touch, lifted his wing in confusion. He squawked at the bugs on his wings, and flapped them in panic. In his fright, the tarantula on his head slipped down, landing right between his eyes. Blathers’ resultant squeal turned everyone’s heads.

Timmy and Tommy leaned on each other, bodies wracked with laughter. Redd snickered.

Blathers, having now realized he’d been played, stomped over to the perpetrators. He pointed an accusatory wing at Redd.

“You! You—You—!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, Babbles. Don’t get your feathers in a twist.”

Blathers sputtered indignantly.

“You wouldn’t hurt an invalid, would you?”

“I... well...no…but still!”

Redd sobered. “Sorry, I guess we went too far. I apologize. Put ‘er there.” Redd held out his hand for a shake, to make amends.

Blathers took it—then shrieked again. Redd had palmed him another fake spider. The boys started giggling again.

Tom facepalmed.

~*~

Tom deposited the splint and sling on the coffee table. The fur on Redd’s now-freed arm was a bit matted, unwashed for seven weeks. But the arm itself appeared sound.

“Well?” Tom asked, a touch anxiously. “How does it feel?”

Redd flexed his arm carefully. Drew his fingers into a loose fist before he extended them again.

“A bit tender. Stiff. But better.”

Redd’s ship had been fully patched up about a week ago. Now that the fox’s arm was finally healed, there was no real reason for Redd to stick around. He had confessed to coming here to see Tom. But Tom couldn’t give his heart away so easily a second time. And Redd had never promised to stay, only to visit.

Tom busied himself by picking at some fuzz on the arm of the couch. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to get on your way then.”

“...Actually, I figured I should stick around for a bit.”

“Oh?” Tom was grateful his tone came off at just the right level of interested, not too eager.

“Sure. Should probably hang around another week. Maybe more. You know, just to make sure my arm is strong enough. It’ll be a problem if I get out there and can’t really grasp the wheel.”

“Uncle Redd!”

“...Redd!”

Timmy and Tommy burst into the room, a whirlwind of excitement. Tommy was clutching a new book to his chest.

“Can you read this one to us tonight?”

“...night?”

“Of course.”

The twins noticed Redd’s discarded splint, and squeezed themselves on either side of Redd to cuddle.

“Careful, boys.” Tom warned. He didn’t want them to accidentally hurt Redd in their enthusiasm.

“They’re fine,” Redd said, softly. He gently ruffled the fur on both the boys’ heads.

“K.K. is in town today. Can we all go see him?”

“...him?”

“Who?” Redd asked.

“He’s Uncle Tom’s favorite.”

“...favorite.”

Redd raised an eyebrow at Tom. “Favorite?” He repeated, dryly.

“Favorite  musician.” Tom corrected.

“Can we go? Please?”

“...please?”

“Why not.” Tom said. The boys cheered and scampered off to get ready.

~*~

Lightning bugs blinked in the air as the quartet meandered from the Cranny over to the town plaza. K.K. sat on his customary stool, giving his guitar a quick tuning before his performance. A few villagers were already milling around the area, waiting for the evening concert to begin.

“Right, my dudes and lady dudes, any request?” The musician asked the crowd.

Suggestions were hollered out, and K.K. inevitably went with a jaunty fairground melody. Diana and Julian clapped along to the melody. Isabelle coaxed the twins into dancing with her, and the trio jumped and swayed merrily in the center of the plaza. One song melted into the next, and more villagers joined in. Muffy twirled in elegant pirouettes. Del performed a shambling robot. Neither of them really matched the tone of the music, but they were having fun.

Redd nudged Tom. “You should be out there too.”

“Me?” Tom laughed. “Hardly.”

“What, are you shy?” Redd teased, before he offered his hand. “C’mon. I’ll go with you.”

After a beat, Tom placed his paw in Redd’s. It was warm.

Redd didn’t bring them to the center, instead lingering on the fringe of the group. Neither of them tried to keep up with the frantic beat of the music, instead swaying with each other, from side to side. They were close like this, closer than they had been in some time. Redd smelled like the sea, like his acrylics, like the lemon-scented soap Tom owned. Their noses brushed by accident.

“Sorry.” Redd murmured.

“No, no—it’s fine.” Tom had one hand splayed across Redd’s back. For support.

The music shifted to something slower. Tom groaned inwardly as he recognized the melody. K.K. Love Song. He glanced over to K.K. Timmy and Tommy were next to him, looking rather smug. Had they been the ones to request the song? After all he’d done for them…

At least Redd was unfamiliar with the music. The one saving grace.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Never a good sign.” Tom quipped, weakly.

“I’m grateful for everything you all did to rebuild my ship.” It was still shocking to hear Redd speak so plainly, so honestly. “But, if it was alright with you, I thought. That maybe instead of going, I could...stay?”

Tom froze. It was what he’d wanted, and now that it was being offered to him, he could scarcely believe it.

Redd mistook his silence for a denial. He began to draw away.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ll go. I can go tomorrow.”

Tom clutched his arm so he wouldn’t slip away. “No! No, I mean—yes. If you wanted to stay I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Redd’s smile was like the sun.

“Good. Great. Yeah.” He let out a breathless laugh of relief.

“We’ll have to pick a plot of land for you. Alex can help coordinate that.”

“We’ll be neighbors. Neighbors,” Redd tested the word out, and seemed to like it. “I’ll badger you for a cup of sugar. You’ll yell at me for mowing my lawn too early in the morning.”

“The boys will lose their baseball in your yard. You’ll have to return it. Over and over again.”

“Will I? Maybe I’ll be a crotchety neighbor. Who wants those darned whippersnappers messing about my perfectly-trimmed lawn?”

Tom laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

Tom did.

It was a good idea for them to live separately, for now. They would wade into it slowly this time, not plummet into the deep end right off. They’d see what happened, how it played out. But even though they were taking their relationship slow, that didn’t mean he couldn’t…

Tom ducked down to press a chaste kiss to Redd’s cheek.

“Welcome home, Redd.”

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about f’kyla dhol

THE VITALS ——–

NAME: F’kyla Dhol, better known as Kyla.

AGE: 19.

NATIONALITY: Ul’dahn. 

CITIZENSHIP: Ul’dah.

GENDER: Female.

OTHER INFORMATION ——–

RACE & CLAN: Seeker of the Sun Miqo’te.

NAMEDAY: 27th Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon. (September 26th.) 

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.

MARITAL STATUS: Single.

RESIDENCE: A small, three room cottage in a mining town. 

OCCUPATION: Hunter, but also, literally whatever will put bread on the table. 

PATRON DEITY: Azeyma.

ALIGNMENT: Neutral good, bordering on chaotic good.

APPEARANCE ——–

HAIR: Kyla’s hair is a pretty mess of wild, dark brunette curls, often accompanied by brightly colored fabric woven into braids or through different strands of her long hair. She often wears it in a thick braid down her back just to keep it out of her face.

EYES: Bright, vibrant green, and quite big. Almond shaped.

HEIGHT: 5 fulms and 2 ilms.

BUILD: A traditionally feminine hourglass figure; her body is strong, but she is currently very thin due to lack of available food, making it so her true curves are not at their fullest potential. 

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Kyla almost always has her bow and quiver with her if she’s out and about, prepared to leap into a hunt at any given moment. She also keeps a bag filled with basic medical equipment on her. 

FAMILY TIES ——–

SPOUSE: N/A

CHILDREN: N/A

PARENTS: F’yhira Dhol (mother, alive) and F’vas (father, alive.)

SIBLINGS: F’bhiya Dhol (younger sister, alive.) 

OTHER RELATIVES: F’kyla has an assortment of other relatives, but is only really close to one of her aunts, her husband, and her children on her mother’s side. The rest of her family stayed with the tribe. Kyla’s maternal grandparents are Hannish travelers who set up shop in a tribal community within Thanalan. 

PETS: None... YET. 

OTHER: N/A

QUICK INFO ——–

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between / realistic

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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the Captain and the Medic

Soft red light washed over the minimalistic furnishings in Captain Adenna’s quarters. It was just barely bright enough to highlight the edges of things, but left most of the small space cloaked in shadows. Though they had intended to do some reading during their weekly half-day off, the dim light was so soothing they were hesitant to turn any other lights on. Perhaps meditation, or even a nap, might be an enjoyable alternative.

They had just selected one of their robes from the closet when the ship’s AI gave a little chirp.

“Go ahead, Pandora,” they said, suppressing a sigh as they trailed their fingers across the velvety nap of the fabric from their home-world.

“Meera requests your presence at your earliest convenience, Captain.”

They blew out an annoyed breath and closed their eyes for a moment. The semi-human medic, Meera, was both a source of comfort and annoyance. Most of the crew believed they had taken the medic as a lover—primarily because none of them understood the dangers of touch-starvation for a pledialian—and neither they, nor Meera, had ever bothered to correct the assumption. But Meera was one of three people who knew Adenna was not the owner of the RMV Pandora. It was hard to fully let their guard down when they did not know how she was connected to the mysterious owner who only communicated through encrypted messages. Messages which were sent to either Meera or Adenna.

“Is she requesting in her capacity as a medic?”

“She did not specify.” The slight electronic burr of the ship’s voice was usually soothing, but in the near darkness of their quarters it seemed jarring.

“You could make an informed guess.”

Pandora hummed while it thought. The sound harmonized with the barely audible rumble of the engine in a surprisingly pleasant way. Though no one—ship, owner, or engineer—could say why the ship hummed at all, let alone in tune with the engine. After a moment, it replied, “No crew members have reported to the med bay for the last 36 hours, nor has anyone requested her assistance in that time. Meera received an encrypted transmission approximately 4-point-3 hours ago. It is unlikely her request is linked to her role as ship’s medic.”

Adenna scrubbed a hand over their face, then twitched their nose to resettle their whiskers. They were almost half-finished with their current job. Hopefully whatever new orders from the owner could wait for them to finish. The cargo in the hold waiting to be sold represented most of the credits available to pay for all the necessities. Being an independent merchant vessel had its upsides, but a steady credit balance was not one of them. Usually the owner’s orders aligned with some form of trade job they could take on, but there had been times when they demanded they abandon their current job in order to run an errand. Rarely did they explain why.

“Thank you, Pandora. Please inform her I will be down to speak with her in a short while.”

“Very good, Captain.”

They silently debated whether they should change out of their uniform anyway or not. The robes were certainly more comfortable than the synthetic-made jacket, shirt, and pants. Despite the fact that true humans made up a small fraction of intergalactic species, the prevalence of semi-humans had spread their influence throughout the universe. Some of it, like their flavourful food, was good. But some of it, like their insistence on multi-piece outfits, was a nuisance. If the crew hadn’t been made up of semi-humans at a rate of 2:1, they would have opted for a non-human style uniform. It wouldn’t have even needed to be pledialian.

Deciding on comfort, they quickly changed into the robe before leaving their quarters and heading down a level.

Pandora wasn’t an overly small ship, but sometimes it still felt cramped. With the capacity to hold twenty crew, including the captain, and three passengers, there were certainly ships which were significantly smaller. And even though they generally operated with seventeen crew and no passengers, it was still hard to find time and space for solitude. They nodded at a few other off-duty crew and an on-duty crew member as they made the short trip from their quarters to the med bay.

A gentle chime announced their presence as they stepped into the med bay’s receiving room. Four doors led off it, plus the one leading out to the fore lift, and an assortment of comfortable seating options lined the walls in between. Depending on species, anywhere between four and eight people could comfortably wait there while a friend or loved one received treatment. Or while they waited to be treated themselves.

Meera entered from her office and Adenna’a ears flattened back. She was a solid 15cm shorter than them, with golden-brown skin, four dark-coloured eyes, and turquoise hair. Where her hair was normally sleek and waist length, it was so wild and curled it only hit mid back. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and dark streaks of makeup tracked where her tears had run. Splotches dusted across her cheeks and nose, giving her skin an overall grey pallor. Never in their acquaintance had Adenna ever seen her look so discomfited. Not even when having to patch up over half the crew after they’d tangled with pirates.

“Meera? What is wrong [dear friend]?”

She sniffed and rubbed the back of a hand across her cheek, smearing the makeup even further. “Apologies for interrupting your time off, Captain.”

They trilled softly, soothingly. “Do you require physical comfort?”

She started to shake her head then stopped, bit her lip, and nodded. It took only a single, large step for Adenna to close the space between them and pull her into a hug. She clutched at their robe and buried her face in their shoulder while soft sobs shook her body.

It took a few minutes for the fresh wave of tears to subside. They simply held her and let the rumbling of a silent trill in their chest soothe her. When she pulled back, they asked, “What is wrong?”

“My crib-sister has gone missing and been killed.”

“She might be still alive. Perhaps we can help you find her?”

Meera shook her head. “The…my people have a…device which can be used to track us, if we become lost to our family. It also reveals whether we are alive, or…or not.”

“I am sorry, Meera.”

She nodded and scrubbed her cheeks with her palms. “My family wants…they need to know what happened. It is not uncommon for us to go off on an adventure or two when we come of age, but…few of us go very far. Even fewer actually go off-planet.”

Adenna nodded. Despite there being over a hundred species of semi-humans, not to mention the ever fluctuating numbers of hybrids, many liked to keep to themselves. There would always be those with a wandering soul and those forever searching for adventure, but there was a reason home-worlds still existed.

“Kelio is…was…fond of the idea of touring the other planets in our system. No one thought much of it when she hadn’t returned after a few galactic months, but then…then she died.”

“I am sorry,” they repeated. “Once we have finished this trade run, do you wish us to head to your home-world to begin the search?”

She shook her head. “No. They know we generally operate out of the Aegastri System and are sending one of my cousins to meet us at Senasi Station. The…device…indicates she was far from our home-world when she died.”

“We will help as best we can, but how accurate is this device?”

“On its own, not very. But paired with a Tu…with an AI built by my people, then it increases with accuracy the closer we are.”

Adenna frowned. “You have always been hesitant to give yourself a species name—how are we to find such an AI?”

Meera sniffed and gave a half smile. “We already have one. Pandora.”

They blinked. “Is this ship owned by someone in your family?”

She dropped her eyes and rocked back on her heels. “Technically.”

“Is that why you are the medic? To keep an eye on the ship?”

She looked up, all eyes wide. “No! Of course not! I am a medic because I want to help others. And I am a medic on this ship because I am fond of its crew.”

Adenna couldn’t help but smile, even though a sliver of doubt still pierced their heart. “I am glad to hear it. We still have a few galactic weeks until we are able to head to Senasi Station. How long will it take your cousin to get there, and how long will they be able to wait?”

“Mm, given how long it takes for a transmission to be sent…she should be leaving today or tomorrow. It’ll take, maybe, three weeks to reach the Aegastri System, and a half week to make it to Senasi Station. She will certainly wait as long as it takes for us to return, but I can send a message home and let them know she’ll be there for almost a month.”

“I can speak with Dradt and see if we can make the return trip any faster.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course. If you require comfort after your shit, I will leave my door unlocked.”

Meera smiled. “Thank you, again.”

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Failed Step 1 (And 2 (And 3))

Chapter 10: The Premier

Marinette groaned, but she didn’t even sound truly angry.  “Chloe. I never told him to stop spending time with you; he figured it out for himself after he saw how you treated people.”

“Why you…”  Chloe’s eyes closed, her fists clenching.  She huffed a breath.  “I don’t have time for this.  I have to go remind Kagami why exactly she needs to respect me.”

If Chloe had found Kagami a dangerous enemy before, it had been nothing in comparison to the difficulty she’d unlocked now.

Kagami reacted quickly, but it was worse when she got to make the first move; she didn’t have to worry about blocking, and she got to process her next move more than an instant beforehand.

Chloe had rapidly been introduced to dozens of bewildering opening strikes, feints, and assorted other tricks, and, frankly, if she hadn’t managed to land one good hit on her before this had all started, she might have thought that there was no way she could overcome what she was up against.  Certainly, she didn’t get another hit in the next two weeks.

Yet, even Kagami’s trickiest maneuvers could be blocked, and Chloe knew it.  Kagami knew it too.

So, she fought on, taking grim comfort from the fact that even if Kagami never let her get a hit in, if Chloe listened closely, just at the end of their matches, she could hear the hissing edge of breath that was on the verge of running short.

And, yes, Chloe’s breathing was always ragged, but Kagami… She could bleed.  She could lose.  She could run out of breath.

Chloe just needed to keep pushing until she had her back to her limits, and then keep pushing.

She managed one more successful strike at the end of their seventh week, and this time, it had been when Kagami herself had made the first move.  For the next day, she’d felt practically unstoppable, unable to keep a raw, confident grin from her face.

School had passed easily, and Chloe was looking forward to seeing herself on the big screen…

Well, technically, not herself, but Queen Bee.  She might not have been in the promotional materials but there was no way that that ‘Astruc’ man would make a movie starring the heroes of Paris and not include her.

It was even to the point that seeing Kagami walk into the building with her mother, Chloe couldn’t help laughing.

“Wrong place, Tsurugi,” she said, not quite under her breath, and was surprised to hear, from her left…

“Oh no, not her,” said Marinette, almost in unison…

Well, in unison if it had been the same sentence.

The stared at each other, recoiling at their unexpected proximity.  Chloe had spotted her earlier, off with a tray of macarons and probably dropping them everywhere, but hadn’t expected for them to be right next to each other.

“Do you know her?” said Marinette.

Did she know-

“I don’t just know her,” said Chloe, “I’m her worst nightmare.”

“You’re her—” repeated Marinette, and shook her head in disbelief.  “Does this have anything to do with Adrien teaching you fencing?”

Chloe went a bit red, but ably recovered.

“Yes.  Yes, it does.”

Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Even I know that Kagami’s an amazing fencer, Chloe.  Spiders are probably more of a nightmare to her than your fencing abilities, and I doubt spiders even bother her.”

“Have you seen me fight?” she cut back.

Marinette looked up in annoyance, and—

In the moment before she responded aloud, Chloe looked over, and, without warning, she was staring directly into Kagami’s eyes.

“You know what?  I’d like to see you fight her,” said Marinette.  “Either you lose, or…”  She trailed off, probably following Chloe’s gaze.

An expression of distaste crept visibly onto Kagami’s face (which Chloe considered a minor victory) and then she turned, and looped one of her arms through one of Adrien’s, and gently pulled him away (which was… not a victory).

Involuntarily, her fists clenched at her sides, and she started forward, only to… pause.

No.

She’d fought against Kagami for over a month; she knew what she was capable of.  Making a scene only worked reliably against people who bowed to your will.  Kagami didn’t.

And besides, what would she say?

Kagami could ignore her, especially in public.

“Chloe?”

She spun to look at Marinette.

“What’s your problem, Dupain-Cheng?” she snapped.

Marinette bristled, her momentary uncertain, almost soft expression fading.

“What’s yours?”

She laughed, bitterly. “Take a wild guess; I don’t like people stealing my friends.”

Marinette gave her a strange look, and then…  The tension dropped, slightly.

“Well.  I guess for once, we’re in the same boat.  Neither of us wants Adrien falling in love with Kagami.”

She scoffed.

“Says the girl who’s already tried.”

Marinette blushed, but her voice was affronted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” said Chloe, “that before he met you, and your little friends, he spent time with me.”

Marinette groaned, but she didn’t even sound truly angry.  “Chloe. I never told him to stop spending time with you; he figured it out for himself after he saw how you treated people.”

“Why you…”  Chloe’s eyes closed, her fists clenching.  She huffed a breath.  “I don’t have time for this.  I have to go remind Kagami why exactly she needs to respect me.”

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Marinette rubbed at her eyes.

So…  Chloe had a grudge against Kagami, but utterly refused to have someone be on her side.  Kagami was basically on a date with Adrien.  Marinette didn’t know what exactly she was supposed to do in this situation.

Tikki wasn’t available for contact.  Ladybug had already said she wasn’t coming.

Maybe… A surprise appearance?

No…

Sighing, Marinette picked up the tray again.

She did have a job to do, even if she’d rather be fixing problems she didn’t have the tools to handle.

Walk around, carry the macarons in a ‘yours if you want them’ kind of way, and ponder, idly, what the point was of coming to this premier if she didn’t even get to offer Adrien a macaron.

Honestly, not even a normal macaron, let alone the one she’d made especially for him.

“Two of the dark chocolate ones,” said a man behind her.

She turned, and was midway through offering him what he’d asked for when…

“Thomas Astruc, right? The director?”

He perked up slightly, pleasant surprise tinting his cheerless expression.

“Ha! Yeah, that’s me, and you’re the girl who offered me one of these earlier.  Gotta say, I’m surprised; I wasn’t expecting the first person to recognize me to be a member of the waitstaff.  Or…  Well, anyway, you’re the first person who’s actually seemed halfway happy to see me.”

Marinette shrugged.  “I mean, I guess I should have expected you’d be here; it’s kind of your movie.”

He laughed aloud.  “Well, yeah, I suppose it kind of is.  Put in over a year on it.  Do you know how early we had to start work on it to get it finished already?  We barely even knew who Ladybug and Chat Noir were at that point, let alone how the story was going to work.”

“Oh, is that why Ladybug is afraid of cats?”

He put up a hand with an ‘I see the problem,’ kind of expression.

“That, actually, is a total fabrication, and it has been the whole time.  She might be, for all I know, but, if they have to keep their secret identities, then we kind of have to come up with personalities for them for when they’re out of their masks.”  He reached out, taking another macaron.  “You know, honestly, it feels like of all the people here, you’re head and shoulders above everyone else on what this movie’s about.  I’m not sure Jagged Stone actually knows what he’s doing here.”

Marinette laughed.  “Well, he is a rock star.  I think at a certain point your schedule gets busy enough that you don’t even have time to check what an appointment is for.”

“I’d imagine so.”

He paused, and looked over to the theater’s entrance.

“Tell you what,” he said. “At this point, I’m not sure I’ve even got it in me to sit around with a bunch of people who don’t even want to watch the movie.  I’m probably just going to head home in a few minutes.  So… if you want my seat, or, if you’ve got someone you’d want to give a ticket to…”  He shrugged, and pulled out a ticket.

Marinette, not quite certain, took it.

“F17,” he said, taking a handful of macarons, “Close to the middle, and as far forward as you can get without being in the nosebleeds.”

Marinette blinked, and nodded; then-

“Ah, wait!” she said, as he turned to walk away.

“Yes?”

“Did you happen to grab a lighter-colored macaron with a bow on it?  Only I brought one in specifically, and I was saving it for a special moment.”

He looked down and slid away the top one of the stack.

“Guess you weren’t kidding about the bow,” he said, “must be one special moment.”

“Well…  Specially made, specially filled.  Besides, it’s passionfruit, which is kind of an acquired taste.

His expression shifted. “Well then we’ve just dodged a bullet because it may be an acquired taste for you, but it’s an innate allergy for me,” he handed it back.

Marinette carefully slipped it back onto the stack, where she could keep an eye on it.

Now what?

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The Wild Hunt: Chapter 1

Gods cross the seas with their folk and start anew in strange lands and skies. just as their people do.  When the Irish came over America, they brought with them the Wild Hunt, and in the South, the King found a new people (and perhaps a new queen). 

Alma, a runaway slave, finds herself face to face with the King himself. 

Alma remembered the sky clear enough that evening so that she could see the gleaming stars shining above her,  their dim lights like sprinkles of powdered sugar on a freshly baked cake.  And like the sweet aroma of chocolate and vanilla that filled her small quarters whenever her mother would bring her a slice of cake from the kitchen, the scent of pine and earth soothed her as she bolted through the woods.

She would not make it out alive though. It was very much a matter of time.

Time until exhaustion took what little strength she had left; until she was showered in the back with bullets; until the dogs finally caught up to her and tore her to shreds. There was no escaping tonight. Not even with the Northern Star casting it’s light down on her.

With the skills her grandmother had taught her, she’d managed to evade the hunt. But her tricks wouldn’t last forever, and the dogs' noses would see past the false scents she laid down and adjust to hers in no time. She would not see the sun rise again, and her world would end tonight, the dome of stars capped for eternity. There was no heaven for her, not even hell. She never believed in any of them. The promise of the former and the threat of the latter never helped her much, only kept her subservient and made her angry enough to lash out on multiple occasions.

Regardless she refused to go down without a fight, hiking her dress up as high as it would go, refusing to let the torn and tattered fabric trip her. She breathed through her nose-steady and even-just like her grandmother had told her. Bare feet bore into the dry gravel, and rough soles braced themselves as they took on the onslaught of sharp rocks and stray thorns. Nevertheless, she kept her head up, biting her lip to stave off the pain and wiping her tears on her shoulder as she ran further into the night. There was no point in crying over miniscule pain. If she broke now than she’d cower when death took her.

The snarling of the pack of dogs had returned now, and she could hear their paws scraping against the dirt and their ears flapping in the wind as they closed in on her. She knew it was impossible to keep them away forever and had tried to buy as much time as possible with her antics. But it wasn’t enough, and the sound of the men’s voices in the distance, calling at her like she was some wild animal,  only nailed the point home. There were familiar voices amongst the hunt, the most prominent being that of her master, Mr. McDaniel. It was his wife’s death that she was being sought after for, so she expected no less. Though what she hadn’t expected was his order to call off the dogs.

That only meant one thing. And it seemed that time had very much abandoned her; it was no longer a matter of time, rather a matter of how much life she could keep within her as her body bled out. For like a whip cracking the air, a gunshot shot erupted, and the bullet flew towards her at inconceivable speeds.

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She had expected a death so quickly that she wouldn’t even have had the chance to scream. That was her master who’d shot the gun after all, his accent was unmistakable, and his marksmanship was the talk of the town. For Adam McDaniel to miss his shot must have meant the world was ending, or something akin to it. But here she was, ruffled and disoriented as a result of her last-minute dodge, but alive. She’d seemed to be a little aways from the party though, as she could no longer hear the dogs nor the men. Alongside that, the ache in her head told her she must have tripped and fallen somewhere.

When she came to fully, she stood on trembling legs and struggled to lift her body. It seemed heavier than normal like she’d just woken up after a week of being ill. Though she bit her lip in the hopes of ignoring the fatigue and getting on with her journey. Only….she had expected to meet her journey’s end moments ago. She ran knowing she would die, ran knowing that at least her death would take the blame off of another. But she hadn’t died. And stranded in the middle of the deep South, she didn’t know what to do.

In fact, one quick glance at her surroundings told her that she was completely lost. A ghostly mist seemed to seep into the shallow basin of earth she’d fallen into, and visibility more than a few feet ahead seemed impossible. Alma looked up in hopes that the stars would lead her out of this mess but was shocked to find that the trees had been so tall they’d blocked them off.

She hated to admit it, but she was scared. Whereas she’d been preparing herself for an expected death, this seemed altogether unnatural and unfamiliar.

Still, though, she hiked her skirt up once more and made her way up the shallow walls and into the top of the clearing, hoping she’d perhaps find some familiar ground when she was higher. But with fog this thick, at night especially, the hopes of finding anything was squashed.  Nevertheless, she began her slow trek through the woods, moving slower than she had before but keeping a reasonable speed.

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It seemed like it was hours before she actually saw something other than trees and fog, and it came to her in the form of a dim, orange light in the distance. While the sensible part of her, the part that registered she was an escaped slave deep in the south, told her to run,  the other part yearned to go towards the light, and free herself of this seemingly endless prison. And again her better judgment, she called out in joy, only to bite her tongue moments later.

Not feet in front of her stood  Adrian McDaniel, the look of utter shock plastered on his pale face (at the time, she’d thought it was fury. It wasn’t. It was fear).

She turned and ran, faster than she had before. She ran deep and deep into the fog until not even the trees were visible to her, and the ground turned into smoke underneath her feet.  But it was to no avail. Her mother said she would never cheat death. And it seemed that death would come soon, as the ground began to shake furiously with the weight of hooves bearing down into it. It had to have been at least a dozen horses, for their force caused the earth to tremble with fury, and all at once the night sounded as if hundreds of smiths had stricken their anvils repeatedly.  An assortment of grunts and neighs from the horse filled her ears, and in the not so far distance the yelps and howls of dogs followed after.

It didn’t take long for the party to catch up to her again, and this time they were so close she could feel the hot breath of the horse on her neck, could feel the gloved hands of the hunter fisting her hair. In the last resort, she threw her hands behind her in an attempt to shove the assailant off. However, she was shocked to find that she was met with absolutely no resistance, only the air and fog behind her.

Yet she could still hear the horse and the dogs and felt the ground moving as if the party was all around her.

But she could see nothing.

She turned her head to and fro frantically, fist clenching at her sides, and heart running a million miles. This wasn’t a matter of the fog obscuring her vision as it had before, there was truly nothing here.

“Are you lost, miss?” A deep, accented voice called behind her

Alma jumped so quick and so high that she thought she’d just walked over hot coals, and the yelp that followed afterward would make anyone think she had. And it certainly was loud, for the birds that slept in the trees above awoke with a flutter of feathers and array of coos. Alma gazed up in alarm though. Where on Earth did they come? She hadn't even heard them when her master had shot at her, and that was loud. Not only that, but they were such a vast array of colors, some not even native to the south. ]

“They’re apart of the hunt, you see.”

Now she turned around, part of her expecting to be met with nothing but the cool, dark mist. But she wasn’t. For in front of her stood a very tall horse, darker than the night itself though adorned with dim spots that had a slight resemblance to the stars. Sitting on the saddle was a man dressed in even darker clothes, his trousers, and jacket so black they seemed to suck up the light around them. His skin was so pale that it was almost translucent, and if Alma looked hard enough she could see the fog right through it as if she were looking at a window. His hair was of the same manner, though it was red like Master McDaniel’s. Alma had almost thought it was him too, given the accent.

At the foot of the horse stood two rather large dogs on either side, their fur a dirty, tumbled grey. They looked like mops that’d been left out in the sun and had tried badly, though their amber eyes were kind and welcoming. And one look at the dark-clad rider showed a similar expression in his blue eyes.  

“You’re a mighty brave girl, Alma,” the man spoke, his deep voice soothing as honey, “I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

“Sir?” She asked, surprised that she had managed to find her strength in light of this strange phenomenon.

“I watched you since you were first born.” He explained, and through his red beard, she could see the beginnings of a smile, “watched you teach yourself to read. Watched you help the others too…”

She cut him off with a confidence she didn’t think she had, certainly not when it came to a man such as himself. But with every second she spent in this world, she found a new sense of strength.

“I don’t understand. How have you been watching me, Sir? This is the first time I’ve seen you.”

“I am the King of the Hunt, and the animals are under my dominion.” He waved his hand as if to exaggerate his point, “that pig you let free was a trusted member of my party. The rabbit you refused to kill as well. I have many animals as my companions, and they go as they choose. But regardless I see all.”

“I have seen what you have done since you’ve been a child, and have seen what you have done tonight.” Now he extended his hand, and through some unexplainable force, Alma was inclined to grab it. The events from that evening played in her mind with such a ferocity that she nearly fell back. Her cousin murdering the mistress for threatening to kill his brother, Alma taking the blame for it in an attempt to save him, and running when her master had doubted whether she’d done it or not. Anything to pin the action on her.

“You took the blame for another, and might have just saved his life.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, “and you have run until you could run no more. Given your life, even.”

Now that was strange. She ran, definitely, especially until she could run no more. But given her life? She was still living. She simply fell.

“Sir, I’m--” He withdrew his hand slowly, making a waving motion in the direction behind her. Alma looked turned, her brow raised in confusion as she looked into the fog. Only this time there was no fog, and for a second she believed she was finally free of the neverending maze of dark and shadows. She moved forward, only to stop midstep when her gaze fell on something before her.

“Is that me?”  It was all she could say, all emotion completely gone from her voice. How was one to react when they stood feet away from their dead body, bleeding out on the grass?

“It is.” Spoke the King, waving his hand once more, so that they were thrown back into the eternal darkness.

Alma had expected to meet her end. Death had been the compromise for her cousin's life. She supposed that’s why she wasn’t surprised. If this was truly the afterlife than it was no bother. She had her eternal darkness, just as she had assumed. Though she’d never once heard of a ‘King of the Hunt’ in the afterlife. Certainly not a slave master looking kinda man.

“So if this is the After Life, are you supposed to be...Jesus? You certainly look like how the white people draw him.”

Now the man cackled, his voice bellowing around the forest. It was contagious, and even Alma found herself snickering.

“I am the King of the hunt, as I have said before. And I would be honored if you would join my party.” He extended his gloved hand once more. “Your courage is an admirable trait, and would make an excellent addition to my people.”

Alma took it with little hesitation, for what was one supposed to do when they had died? This was simply the next step, she supposed. And she found it, she did not like eternal darkness. It terrified her.

She probably should have asked questions though, and her mother would have scolded her had she known shed accepted help from a white man she’d never met before. But something was different about this man, something about his world was different. She trusted him in a way she never had before.

The King smiled a gleaming smile, and it seemed all the forest smiled with him.

It happened quickly, a change about her soul. She could only describe it as a passing thought as if she’d closed her eyes and instead of the blacks of her lids, she was met with the appearance of a small, brown rabbit.

“Welcome Alma McDaniel to the Wild Hunt.” He spoke loudly as if speaking to an audience she could not see, “As a member of my party you will walk as both a woman and an animal, changing form when you deem proper, and granting the power to those whom you choose. You will receive dominion over the Earth and all her secrets in time.”

Then he smiled again, the expression reaching his kind eyes.

“May you have the speed of the stars and the grace of the moon. And may you bring into my hunt others with caliber much like your own.”

All at once, the animals of the hunt sounded off for their new sister. And slowly, they drowned out into very lively human voices, their accents, and mannerisms from all walks of life.

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She woke on the ground, and around her, the sun peeked through the trees and a warm, morning mist filled the air. Alma jerked up with a start, looking around in shock as she searched for the King. She wondered if it all had been a dream, for the land was absent of the fog that had obscured her vision, and all traces of the man and his horse had gone.

Then she felt a pain in her side, and within seconds she noticed a pool of blood next to her and laying in it as clear as day was a silver bullet. She picked up the small metal to examine it, her dark skin staring back at her through the reflection. That’s when she noticed it. Right beside the puddle where small tracks.

Rabbit tracks.

Alma drew herself to full height, hissing at the pain in her side, but realizing it was mainly healed (save for the small mark that marred her ebony skin).

Now she stood, unsure of how to do it. Yet she’d done what she’d done before, so that meant she could do it again. Closing her eyes, she’d visualized the rabbit, just like she’d done in that world.

The world grew larger and her body shrunk. Alma didn’t have to use a mirror to see what she was.  The whiskers and the smell was enough.

Now it was time to return to the plantation. He’d called her courageous for a reason, and with her new power, she was only getting started.

She had a family to save.

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The Wild Hunt in mythology refers to a hunt of the dead. In fae-lore it might refer to a fae court. Alma is mixed with Irish from her mother, who works in the house because she is light skinned. But Alma herself has incredibly dark skin, and is/was a field hand!

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Commission: Ramen Night

Pairing: Yua/Akihiko Sanada (P4A Age)

Fandom: Persona

Warnings: None

Commissioned By: @radiantfluff

A/N: Thank you for the commission! It’s all polished and ready to go.

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The plush of the couch cushions was welcome as she felt her body getting heavier with each moment. She allowed herself to sink into them. Yua was tired. No, that was an understatement. She was exhausted. Work and all it entailed had taken so much from her that she barely had any energy left. That went for the physical as well as the emotional.

The sound of wind whistled from outside, accompanied by the soft pattering of rain that finally fell after the sky had been overcast all day. At first it was all she could hear, a soft white noise that made her shoulders droop. Her body was becoming one with the sofa, and all she could think about was just having a moment of not having to think about anything. She just wanted to rest.

It seemed she would not have that just yet, however.

The rain began to slow and fade away. The sound of footsteps padded towards her, followed by the sound of fabric rustling above her ear. Yua huffed, turning her head to see her boyfriend leaning over the other side of the couch with his arms resting atop. His head tilted, one eye ever so slightly raised in concern. His tone of voice betrayed more emotion about the matter than his expression did, though.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asked. “It’s okay if you just want to go back to sleep. It looks like you need it.”

“No, I’m fine Akihiko,” she gently insisted. Yua mustered the energy to sit up. “Did you need something?”

“I heard you come in and I was going to ask how your day was,” he admitted, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. A slight smile curled his lips, but his eyebrows were still raised. He knew not to be so easily dissuaded by her answer. “Are you sure you don’t need the nap?”

“I’m sure.” She scooted to the side, making room for him to sit next to her. She patted the available cushion, looking up at him expectantly. Akihiko accepted and made his way to the spot to sit down. As he did so, she continued. “My day was… alright I suppose. Just rather trying. But it’s nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Rather trying? It must have been pretty rough if that’s how you describe it. It takes a lot for something to shake you,” he remarked. “Do you need to talk about it? Or maybe I can do something to get your mind off of things?”

“I don’t particularly care to talk about it, no.” Yua just didn’t want to think about it, let alone discuss the matter at any length. Yes, a distraction would be much better. She finally had time to herself and anything else would be better. Although she was a bit tired for going out for a run if that was what he was offering. She would probably do it though if that were the case.  “Well, if you’re offering to distract me, what do you have in mind?”

“I’d offer to take you out for a run but you seem pretty tired. I don’t want you to strain yourself if we go out. It did just rain after all, too,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe we could go to the Ramen place up the street instead of cooking for ourselves tonight? They have one of your favorite beverages on the menu again when I ran by there earlier.” He paused for a moment, realizing that might be more than she wanted to do in her state either. “I could give them a call and go pick up food from them too.”

Yua stretched her arms in front of her for a moment as she attempted to make herself comfortable in her newly seated position. “I don’t really have much energy for cooking so getting something might not be a bad idea. I’m not sure I even have the energy to go out though. Still, I really shouldn’t be just lazing around here…” She began to raise herself when Akihiko gently tugged at her hand to sit down again.

“Hey, it’s really not a bother, I can do it. Besides, if you’ve had a rough day, it’s important not to push yourself too hard right?”

In truth, a part of her felt guilty. She really did welcome a distraction, but he didn’t need to be fussing over her. Yua was perfectly aware that she was run ragged, but it didn’t really prevent her from feeling the way she did. “I suppose but… I won’t be too distracted if you’re doing all the work.”

He laughed gently. “That’s a good point.” He leaned back a little against the couch cushions as he pondered the matter. “Well, your tablet’s still on the coffee table, right? Why don’t we look over the menu on their website. That way we’ll know what we want when I head out. Although… what do you have the energy to do while I’m gone?”

She thought for a moment herself. “I can get some things so the table’s ready. I think I should be able to do that. I’m not so exhausted I can’t move.”

“Sure. But if you do need to rest, it isn’t a problem,” he reassured her, giving her a small peck on her forehead. Yua leaned and grabbed her tablet from the coffee table. Akihiko extended an inviting hand as a quiet question of whether she’d like to lean on him for support. Yua leaned into his touch, a silent answer given in kind. The screen lit up as she woke it from sleep, and as she touched the screen she felt something resting on the side of her face. She felt very physically close in that moment, and for a instant she felt warmth radiating from her crown into her.

“If I didn’t know any better, Akihiko, I would thinking you’re not the most chipper today either.”

“That’s not it at all,” he protested. “Actually, I was… just trying to hold you more… closely.”

“Well, I don’t object. I was merely making an observation.”

“O-oh. I see.” A light pink tinged his cheeks as his eyes fell to the movement of her fingers on the tablet. “Well, alright then.” His mind wandered a moment, the thought of ramen bringing back memories of the old days when the two of them were younger. There was that one ramen shop the two of them used to visit all the time back in Iwatodai. A part of him wondered if that place was still open. He also went there with Shinji, and Makoto, and some of the others, too.

It made him think to sights and smells and tastes that brought back an assortment of memories.

“Hey Yua? If you could go back to any place to eat in the past, where do you think you would go?”

The question barely registered in his mind before he voiced it. Yua had just pulled up the menu for the nearby ramen shop as she looked back. She was a little surprised by the sudden question, but not distracted too much. She set the tablet so it was between the two of them to see the menu together.

“I’m not sure. There’s a lot of places I miss,” she answered. “I remember sometimes Mitsuru and I would stop by the Wild Duck Burger. She hadn’t really had much experience with fast food so it was kind of new to her.”

“Oh, yeah! I remember the one in the strip mall too,” Akihiko replied. “I was just thinking of the famen place that was there too. If we ever go back to Iwatodai I’d like to see if it’s still there.”

“We could just look it up,” Yua pointed out, “But I get what you’re saying though. I would like to see what Iwatodai looks like now. It’s been awhile since we’ve been back there. I think the only one of us that’s still then is Ken, but he’ll be out of high school in not too long.”

“That’s true. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long, isn’t it?”

“I think I feel likes it’s been a while. But, with everything that happened, I think I can understand why the memories might still be fresh.” Things were so different now. Mitsuru was dealing with her anti-shadow task fork, and the others had their own lives. But Yua and Akihiko were still together, and they still enjoyed those moments of quiet after a long day. It was times like this that something comforting and peaceful was needed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be entirely over it. But, I’m so happy with where I am now. Even if there are rough days.” Akihiko’s eyes fell back to the screen and he began scanning over the options that were on the menu. Yeah, he didn’t think those memories would ever dull. But, he was happy to be where he was and helping Yua relax after things had been difficult that day.

This was nice.

“Well, they’ve got some new dishes this seasons. It looks quite delicious, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it sure does.”

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Francis & Bruno: Mostly go commando, unless it's very cold or they're tasked with wearing something that requires more layers, because that's just who they both are as people. They can hem and haw about having fur that gets hot all they want but other furries get along just fine, such as---

Tom: Wears cotton briefs/more often boxers, usually in whatever colors/packs are cheapest, and doesn't see what the big deal is about wearing them! Growing up in the hot, humid south means he's always favored clothes that breathe as much as possible, and boxers can also double as swimming trunks in a pinch, so, bonus. He's just now really starting to buy clothes for himself in general, underwear included, so he's starting to build a collection of boxers with funny sayings/designs on them.

Finn (formerly Huck): Almost the same as Tom, except he'll also basically wear any underwear regardless of style as long as it fits and doesn't make him too hot. He will also just plain not wear any sometimes because he's a free spirit and counts on his fur to make up for it. Some of that is a holdover from how he was a kid who had to basically learn to dress himself at a very young age, on top of everything else he had to learn more or less on his own. His adoptive dad tried his best, but some things are just beyond his power, especially now that Finn has moved out.

Bianca (who is still in renaming limbo, pardon me): Generally wears light, breathable bras with good underwire support and matching underwear. The matching is key: when her clothes are coordinated, she feels coordinated, and that helps her start her day off right. She tries to get her underwear sets in fun colors when she can (especially pinks and blues and purples), but being a larger cup size means that she's gotta either contend with the Sea Of Beige And White or magically dye each piece herself. So, naturally, she's gotten very good at magically dying things, unless she needs some white bras to match the fur on her chest. She owns a few sets of Very Expensive lingerie, some with camisoles, that she breaks out on special occasions, or when she wants to feel extra fancy.

Davey: Boxers and boxer briefs 4 lyfe. He doesn't have to worry about having fur or only being like 4 feet tall or wanting a bra that has form AND function, so his greatest struggle is just finding underwear in colors he likes, namely dark red, blue, and green. He's not overly fond of underwear with patterns or sayings on them except for gifts from Harold and the like, usually! He'll also wear frilly panties for a joke with zero hesitation, as that one anon found out like 7 years ago, because in any game of chicken Davey will never flinch first.

Ailbhe: Is also part of the big titty committee, and heavy is the chest that wears the boobs. She's less concerned with matching and more worried about comfort and support, which means she's mixing and matching most days even when she originally bought the underwear in a set. She usually goes for light-colored bras and underwear, especially anything light blue, but also has a few sets of lacy lingerie and some sets of very supportive sports bras. Also she steals Boris' boxers from time to time and wears them, as is her god-given girlfriend right.

Yakiv: Oh lord here we gooo. Being as endlessly old-fashioned as Yakiv is, he does wear long underwear sometimes, depending on the weather. Otherwise he'll always be wearing an undershirt of some sort and very plain, sometimes striped, boxer shorts, think maybeee ca. 1920's men's underwear. He considers that all very modern of him.

Lee: Briefs and boxer briefs! As a chronic wearer of skinny jeans, they're just the best suited for the job. You'll find in his underwear drawer just about any color you can think of---he likes having a bit of secret flair, so he loves getting them in bright, saturated colors and with wild patterns and sayings on them.

Crane: Already has to get his pants custom-made for his just-a-little-too-inhuman proportions, and has spent a significant portion of his life flying his transport ship long distances entirely by himself. Basically what I'm saying is he never wears underwear and tries to get by wearing extremely loose pants sometimes and everyone has to be emotionally prepared for the results of that.

Pam: Misses the days when satyrs could all go bottomless, he really, truly does. He makes up for it now by being a wild card. Is he going commando? Is he wearing briefs? Did he break out that pair of bedazzled pink panties he won a bet with 20 years ago? Is tHaT a tHoNg??? Who knows! (It's Bigwig. Bigwig knows.)

Martin: Boxers, briefs, boxer briefs, accidentally wearing a partner's boy shorts because they were the same color as his own underwear, jockstraps and cups, and even the occasional thong, Martin's worn (almost) it all! In his day-to-day he really does prefer boxers for the comfort factor, though sometimes he wears briefs when he feels an outfit calls for more support.

Zahrah: #FreeTheTiddies. Zahrah never wears bras in her day-to-day life, opting instead for a camisole some days or nothing other days, so long as she's not going to be doing anything especially active that will require more support. She finds them incredibly constricting, and has spent a pretty sizable portion of her life not wearing one, and she doesn't much feel like starting now! She also wears plain seamless linen/cotton/other natural fiber panties, because they're comfy! After spending most of her life in desert environments, she values coolness and cover more than anything else, and prefers to keep things simple, usually wearing solid colors like white and red and gold.

Jianyu: Wears white briefs or a fundoshi, usually the latter. As an extremely utilitarian person with more than a few insecurities and issues with his body image, he mostly prefers to forget he even has a physical form and needs to wear clothes, and puts the bare minimum of thought into underwear and the rest of his clothes by extension. As long as they do the job, it's fine! If he could plan his outfits months in advance and then spend the rest of his time focused on other, more important things to him, he would. Zahrah thinks he looks fetching in anything and tells him as such all the time, which he appreciates more than he'll say. 

Vince: Also misses the days when satyrs could run around completely ass-out, and so often compromises by not wearing any underwear. It's like being ass-out but also able to go out in public without getting arrested! He has much thicker, curlier fur than Pam, which makes it harder to fit himself for pants of any kind, and makes him more likely to overheat on especially hot days. When he absolutely has to, he'll wear boxers to give himself as much breathing room as he can. As with Pam, being as long-lived as they are, both have had to also wear the underwear was available during whatever time they lived in, but unlike Pam, Vince has always opted more for wearing nothing when he could manage it.

Drago: Wears black briefs, modified with a clasp at the back to attach the waistband over his tail. In the past what he wore was more dependent on what was available to him in local shops when his dad let him go out and buy some things for himself with his very small allowance. Since he spends the majority of his time in his demon form, which is especially lizard-y, as well as wearing tight leather pants, form-fitting bottoms are best, even if he doesn't actually need much support in that form. 

Claire: Lingerie all day every day, babey! She has some more sporty underwear alternatives in bright neon colors for when she's going to be especially on the move off the clock, usually when working out with others, but on her own time she pretty much always rocks one of her very extensive collection of matching lacy/satiny underwear sets that she's accrued over the years. Her criteria for what she buys usually falls into two categories: lingerie that's especially fancy-looking, regardless of price point or color, or lingerie that's somehow a little wild or different in some way, be it with fabric choices or strap designs or patterns. She wears a matching camisole or a white semi-transparent silk robe over whatever her look for the day is when she's shuffling in white pom-pom slippers around the girl house. 

Zed: Is a pretty committed devotee to the boxers way of life, and doesn't actually go commando all that often, in a shocking turn of events. He's generally more likely to go pants-less than underwear-less! Like the rest of his clothes, most of his underwear is some shade of green, with more than a few weed leaf patterns. He has some assorted weird/funny underthings he's collected over the many years from being friends with Lee and Jude and all of them buying each other dumb shit for various jokes. He keeps them around for a laugh, and for something to wear on laundry days to get a rise out of Dan.

Dr. Yume: Wears simple black bras and underwear, usually t-shirt bras and high-waisted briefs to fit under her usual button-down + pencil skirt/high-waisted slacks work clothes. She also wears them in white, but because of her work schedule and disrupted sleep sometimes she's not able to plan her outfits for the week like she wants to, and ends up with days where she's got a white shirt and black bra. Anyone who dares to comment on how they can see her straps through her clothes will be eviscerated with a 'Thank you, you can see my bra because I am wearing one.' response. She probably owns one (1) set of black lingerie that she bought eons ago on a whim, feeling a little pressured to do so, but she isn't really interested in wearing it at all. 

Sak: Used to rock a loincloth and the precursor to long underwear with the best of them, once upon a time! He'll wear literally anything handed to him if you ask him nicely enough, but his preference is for looser options like boxers since they breathe more and are the closest equivalent to makeshift bottoms he wore pre-iceberg.

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