#there are others too. but lake is the most raw.

[glados-kisser]

I miss my friends who aren't anymore. People who I connected with so briefly and strongly.

[guiltyidealist]

> 👁👄👁

> fucked up (but pretty goddamn)

> the ̵m̷ę̶å̸t̷ ̵p̵į̷ł̶ë̶ ̸-- raw in the back (lmao), cooked at the front door

> my pet bnuuy (: oh bnuuy we're really in it now..

sad to report he despawned when I left the region ):

> interior design (pictured: "I CAN Do This" Corridor, fire supplies, desk and storage space, çåttâïl čhāįr)

> rate my setup 😎💅

[celesterayel]

goodbyes & waiting | luke castellan

pairing : luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

request: happy holidays! could you write a luke x aphrodite reader? (maybe with angst?) <3

IN WHICH — there are the moments you shared and the sadness that came after.

"trust that you betrayed, confusing that still lingers. you took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers" - o.r.

w.c. 1k

warning(s) : lots and lots of angst ゜✭・.

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note this act hurt me so much in the feelings. I've never written something so angst, hope you enjoy it tho, love :)

your heart didn’t hurt, it burned.

you wished you could tear the wretched thing out and never feel anything again but it remained there, silently killing you from the inside out. in your palm lay a small pendant, not the prettiest thing by any means and resembling more like something you’d find at a second-hand store. the chain was thin and dull but at the center lay a small heart of twine and charms. your finger brushed over it, as if attempting to soothe your own heart, a manifestation of your pain literally.

god, you wanted to burn it to the ground. you wanted to scream so loudly and raw that you’d scream your vocal cords out of your throat. you wanted to scream at the gods–fuck them and fuck the fates–and most of all, at him.

had it meant nothing to him? this…whatever it was between you two? how could he have left you so brutally? without a second thought.

the pendant burned in your hand but you’d sooner kill yourself than part with it. it was the last thing you had of luke castellan. the boy who had loved you at your lowest, who once would have rather burned the world than let it hurt you. but he had hurt you and with the blow of godliness that ran in his blood.

you never did see it coming.

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you had first arrived at camp a year before percy jackson appeared. no sooner than you did, were you claimed by your mother, the goddess aphrodite. and unlike how the poets and half bloods describe it, children of aphrodite were not all inherently blessed with grand beauty. rather you were made to be beautiful in the way extraordinary things are: ingrained into the brain like a itch in a way so profound.

something about you entranced others, maybe the way you spoke or how you approached everyone like they were someone you had known since forever, you were just always a shining light for others to flock too. something so incredibly enchanting, gentle like the breeze of the camp waters. 

luke was the first person to approach you after being claimed, the same boyish smile you’d later fall in love with on his face. 

“the names luke castellan. yours?” he breathed out, something about the way he looked at you like you were every enchanting thing in the form of a person made your heart sing. 

you knew that your heart would belong to him every moment after. 

something in the way he looked at you like you were his forever after made you feel complete. like you weren’t so alone in this world made of monsters and man, godless beings of hunger and pain. and it seemed like he knew it too because there was a knowing in his eyes, a connection between you too that would hurt for every lifetime and the next. 

you and luke only grew closer after and where you went he followed. where he strayed, you wandered. secrets moments shared beneath candlelights with his hands on your waist and yours bunched in his hair. 

“your my forever, you know that right?” he’d whisper against your lips, trying to breathe you in like you’d disappear from his arms. 

you’d just kiss him harder like his words could burn themselves to your lips. like he could burn himself into your very being and never leave you. one day you’d tell him he’d already had.

moments by the lakes where he’d hold you against him and you’d rest on his shoulder like it was the only place you’d ever need. trinkets you’d find when you’d go exploring with the littlest campers that you gifted to him and he kept like they were the grandest of treasures. times when he’d cry into your shoulder and you’d just hold him all the more closer like you could take the pain. the pendant he had spent months and late nights learning to craft from hand to give you. you planned out your future together late, late into the night when you couldn’t sleep: maybe someday he’d whisk you away to visit paris or to see the great big apple–only later you’d go without him. 

holding you so tightly, he’d ask, “where would you want to go if we ever leave here?”

“anywhere you go.” the late nights near the lakes always made it seem like your cocoon, a safe haven from everything else. nights like these only made you fall in love with him more. 

“yes, but if you could pick anywhere, where would you want me to take you, “ he huffed out, chuckling. 

you grab his hands and press a kiss to his lips, tasting freedom and fire all in one breath. kissing luke was always electric, every want and lightning burn in one breath, one touch. 

you leaned back, before contemplatingly saying, “i’ve always wanted to go to see the city lights in the big apple.”

“i’ll take you one day.” it was a promise. a future for you both. 

“i’ll hold you to that.”

✩ ‧₊˚

but it never did happen.

✩ ‧₊˚

you remember the scream you felt bottled in your throat when you found out what had happened. the looks the others had given you when percy told you what luke had done. why he wasn't here with you guys. why he wasn’t here with you.

the betrayal hurt more than anything you had ever felt. parts of the pieces of the future you had made crumbling as quickly as you both had made it. the trinkets you had given him were gone just as he was.

as the months passed, here you stayed as the others left. hoping that by some miracle, your golden boy would return to you. that'd he'd come back ready to make good on his promise. he’d return to the lake where you had once built your future but he never did and the scream in your throat never left.

you promised me, luke.

footsteps approached you and there at the bottom of the hermes cabin stood percy jackson, “y/n, it’s time to go.” 

he looked at the pendant in your hands before giving you a sad smile. he knew your history and your pain–once upon a time, luke had been his first real friend.

you wiped the tears that had fallen down your cheeks and slipped the necklace back onto your neck. you couldn’t bear to part with it, not even after all this time, after all these moments. 

you looked behind you to the cabin one last time—breathing in the old memories and letting them go one last time—before you turned back around. 

“let’s go.” 

in the end, your golden boy had been far too much like his father and you were the one to be left waiting.

[nativegirltapes]

can you write drew and angel!reader on holidays and there at the pool and she’s just diving in and playing mermaids and doing handstand and drew’s just stood in the pool watching also add them doing other bits on holiday thank you baby love u 🩷🩷

love you too baby <333 this may not be exactly what you asked but oops hope you still like 🙁

⍣ ೋ 🐆

it was your first baecation with drew; and you were determined to do it all. your list consisted of, wearing lowkey matching outfits while walking on the downtown strip, skinny dipping late at night in the lake, getting fucked raw in your boujee hotel room, and of course shopping with your boyfriends money!

the minute drew told you he was planning a vacation with just the two of you, you were already getting your little bucket list ready. and despite drew not seeing the appeal to some of your ideas, he was still 100% in, being more than happy to make you happy.

and while most of the that has been accomplished, some more than others, today was more of a laidback day. you and drew had managed to get the communal hotel pool all to yourselves.

you were busy jumping in and out the pool, making drew watch you. you begged him to join you, but he said he liked watching you more. "okay well there's only so many tricks i can do." you stood next the pool, staring down at drew in the water. you literally looked like a wet dog, but still so beautiful to him.

"yeah i'm not impressed anymore." drew joked.

"hey!" you pretended to be offended, jumping in the water right next to him so you could tackle him. "i will drown you." you said as soon as you're head came back up from the water.

"try me."

you latched onto his back, trying to get some leverage even though he was so much bigger than you. your grip on his big beefy arms making you horny, forgetting why you were even trying to attack him in the first place.

"you were saying?" he laughed as he had you in a headlock position. little did he know how much you enjoyed having his muscular arms around your face.

"oh shut up." he let you go, to which you swam away from him and shouted. "catch me if you can!"

[geotjwrs]

snap-shoot

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The air was thick with anticipation on the set of "Summer Winter Fall Spring." The past few months had been tumultuous, with the film's production halted due to the allegations against Percy Hynes White. The studio had ultimately decided to recast Percy's character and reshoot most of the movie. After weeks of deliberation, they cast Y/N—a talented actor who had previously worked with Jenna Ortega in "Scream VI," "Beetlejuice," and "Wednesday" season 2.

Jenna had been the one to suggest Y/N for the role. She knew his talent and believed he could bring a fresh energy to the project. What she hadn't told anyone was how she truly felt about him. Working together had always been a joy, but over time, her feelings had grown into something deeper.

Now, with the last day of filming upon them, Jenna felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. She knew she had to reveal her feelings to Y/N before it was too late. But how?

The day began early, as usual, with the cast and crew bustling around the set, preparing for the day's shoot. Jenna found herself standing next to Y/N as they waited for their first scene.

"You ready for this?" Y/N asked, giving her a playful nudge.

Jenna smiled, trying to push aside her nerves. "Always. Just another day at the office, right?"

Y/N laughed. "Exactly."

Their first scene was a dramatic confrontation, their characters in the midst of a heated argument. As the director called action, Jenna felt herself slip into character, her emotions raw and real. Y/N matched her intensity, his eyes locking with hers, the connection between them palpable even through their performance.

As they finished the scene, the director called cut, and the crew erupted into applause. Jenna and Y/N shared a look, their breathing heavy from the emotional exertion.

"That was intense," Y/N said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Jenna nodded, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through her. "You were amazing."

"So were you," he replied, giving her a warm smile.

The rest of the day was filled with similar moments—scenes that demanded their full attention and emotional depth. In between takes, they found themselves gravitating towards each other, sharing jokes and light banter to keep the mood light.

During one of the breaks, they sat together in the shade, sipping on iced coffees. Jenna looked at Y/N, his relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to the intensity of his performance.

"You know," she began, "I'm really glad you're here. I don't think I could've gotten through this without you."

Y/N looked at her, his eyes softening. "I feel the same way. You've always been my rock on set."

Their moments of connection weren't limited to breaks. In one scene, their characters shared a tender moment by a lake, the tranquility of the setting mirroring their own feelings. As they filmed, Jenna felt a sense of calm wash over her, the lines between their characters and their real selves blurring.

After the scene, Y/N turned to her, his expression thoughtful. "You know, these moments... they feel real."

Jenna's heart skipped a beat, but she managed to keep her voice steady. "Yeah, they do."

The day progressed smoothly. The scenes were intense but fulfilling, and the chemistry between Jenna and Y/N was undeniable. Everyone on set could see it—the way they interacted, the effortless connection they shared. As they wrapped up the final scene, the crew erupted into applause, celebrating the completion of the reshoots.

"Great job, everyone!" the director called out. "That's a wrap!"

Jenna felt a pang of nervousness as she watched Y/N interact with the crew, thanking them for their hard work. She knew this was her moment. Taking a deep breath, she approached him.

"Hey, Y/N," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Do you have a moment?"

Y/N turned to her, a warm smile on his face. "Of course, Jenna. What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something," she said, glancing around. "But maybe somewhere more private?"

He raised an eyebrow, curious but obliging. "Sure. There's a little spot I found nearby that's really peaceful. Want to go there?"

She nodded, and they made their way to a secluded area just outside the set—a small clearing surrounded by trees, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. It was serene, the perfect place for a heart-to-heart conversation.

They sat down on a blanket Y/N had brought, and for a moment, they simply enjoyed the quiet.

"You know," Y/N began, "I've always loved working with you. Every project we've done together has been incredible."

Jenna smiled, feeling her heart race. "I feel the same way. You're an amazing actor, Y/N. And... an amazing person."

He looked at her, sensing there was more she wanted to say. "Jenna, is everything okay?"

She took a deep breath, deciding to take the plunge. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. It's been on my mind for a while now. I suggested you for this role not just because you're talented, but because I wanted to spend more time with you."

Y/N's eyes widened slightly, but he stayed silent, letting her continue.

"I've developed feelings for you," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know how to tell you, but I couldn't let this project end without you knowing."

For a moment, there was silence. Jenna felt her heart pounding in her chest, fearing his reaction. Then, Y/N reached out, gently taking her hand in his.

"Jenna," he said softly, "I've felt the same way. I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I didn't want to risk our friendship or make things awkward on set."

She looked up at him, relief flooding her. "Really?"

He nodded, his eyes warm and sincere. "Really. You mean so much to me, Jenna."

She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, a smile spreading across her face. "So, what now?"

Y/N grinned, leaning closer. "I think this is the part where we see where this goes. Together."

Jenna's heart soared as she closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. It felt like the culmination of all the moments they'd shared, both on and off set.

As they pulled away, Y/N brushed a strand of hair from her face. "How about we start with a real date? No scripts, no cameras. Just us."

Jenna nodded, her smile bright and genuine. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."

The two sat together, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted. They talked about their dreams, their fears, and their hopes for the future. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the clearing, they knew this was the start of something beautiful.

[hypnoneghoul]

In the Rain of Summerland

WC: 3,4K

Relationship: Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Water!Dew, Transmasc Dew, Vaginal Sex, Possesiveness, Lake Sex, Marking, Biting, Mild Blood, Tentacle Dick, Gill Play, Cunnilingus, Choking, Creampie, Kissing in the Rain, Love Confessions

Rain couldn’t bear it anymore, the innocent yet hungry looks Dewdrop was throwing his way, when he thought he wasn’t looking. That was an issue on its own. Rain was always looking.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Rain knew perfectly well a storm was coming.

Dewdrop didn’t, weather wasn’t his area of expertise. Rain decided to… use that.

He couldn’t bear it anymore, the innocent yet hungry looks Dewdrop was throwing his way, when he thought Rain wasn’t looking. That was an issue on its own.

Rain was always looking.

Dewdrop was the most beautiful little creature the Pit ever dared to spit out, the younger water ghoul was gone, deep in love the moment his eyes landed on him. On his long, silvery blue hair, obsidian-like twisted horns, deep navy blue eyes that shined with raw power, called for him. There was no way Rain could stop himself from following that call.

He was scared. Scared that he was too obsessed, that he’d lose all control the moment Dewdrop let him in, that he was imagining things, that all Dewdrop was feeling for him was the simple feeling all members of their pack shared. Or worse, that he didn’t like Rain at all.

But Rain wasn’t a coward, or a quitter.

No, he’d take rejection if that was his fate, but he would never forgive himself for not trying.

That’s why that day, when the storm was coming, he had plans.

“Dew?” he knocked at the ghoul’s door, anxiously waiting for it to open. Rain’s face lit up, warmth blooming in his chest, when he was met with Dewdrop’s face. His hair was all tangled up, loose strands wrapped around his horns, but his eyes were bright, there wasn’t any sleepy fogginess in them. Rain didn’t wake him up, then.

“Hi,” he mumbled, lips curling up into a lazy smile.

“Hi,” Rain giggled, daring to lift his hand above Dewdrop’s hand, silently asking for permission to untangle the hair from his horns. The smaller ghoul nodded, smile growing, and Rain couldn’t help but grin himself. “Any plans for today, Droplet?”

“No,” Dewdrop hummed, visibly fighting the need to start purring, to let his eyes slip shut and his shoulders slump at the soft attention Rain was showering him in.

“Good. I’m kidnapping you, then.” Dewdrop gasped dramatically, hand landing over his heart just a bit too slowly. “Meet me by the lake after breakfast, okay?”

“That’s not kidnapping,” Dewdrop grumbled, “and I already had breakfast.”

“Oh,” Rain’s kind smile turned into a smirk, “is that so?”

“Mhm…”

“In that case–” Before Dewdrop had a chance to realize what was happening, Rain had already hoisted him up and thrown over his shoulder. The smaller water ghoul huffed, feigning annoyance, before inevitably relaxing into the other’s hold and starting up a quiet purr. Before long the echoing sound of Rain’s steps on the Abbey’s tile turned to nearly silent padding on wet grass.

They—well, technically just Rain—walked in comfortable silence, up until the very shore of the lake. Dewdrop was set down only to strip his clothes, minus underwear. Rain couldn’t drag his eyes away from him, chest filling up with more and more adoration for the little ghoul with his every move, every revealed inch of skin.

Rain undressed too, not noticing how Dewdrop took his turn in staring at the other in awe, and they both jumped into the water. They gave each other a moment to unglamour in the comfort of their beloved element.

As their eyes adjusted to the slightly murky water and fell on the other one, they both gasped, bubbles escaping their gills. They saw each other’s aquatic forms numerous times, and yet that beauty never failed to stun them.

Rain’s form kept the dark blues and violets of his partially glamoured body. Iridescent scales, delicate fins, waves of void-colored hair, glowing eyes and luminous markings over his spruce blue skin made the water ghoul a creature of myths, a work of art ripped out of a painting to add grace into the ugly real world. If you asked Dewdrop, that is. Rain knew he was pretty, yes, but Dewdrop saw so much more.

For Rain, Dewdrop was not only so much more. He was everything. Where Rain was a mere deep sea creature, Dewdrop was a siren luring in humans and ghouls alike with his beauty.

His aquatic form was as bright as his demeanor, bright reds and oranges mixing with silver and deep blue, just like Rain’s. He liked to think of this similarity as a prophecy, a sign from Lucifer himself that they were meant to be, that even before Dewdrop let Rain in, they were already carrying pieces of the other with themselves. 

Grinning at each other they swam up. At least that’s what Rain thought was the plan, but when he broke the surface, Dewdrop was nowhere to be seen. He looked around, unconsciously letting a longing chirp escape his mouth.

Suddenly, the water rippled and Dewdrop jumped out of it, his scales and hair reflecting the bright sun, making him glow in a way that caused Rain’s jaw to quite literally drop. The smaller ghoul disappeared under the water with a splash again, as Rain continued to stare dumbly at the disturbed surface of the lake where Dewdrop had fallen back. He was so in love.

Once he shook himself out of the trance he was put in, the ghoul dived under himself, looking around for his beautiful siren. His. He needed Dewdrop to agree to be his. He needed him.

Rain couldn’t see him anywhere, though. The lake was big and deep, full of plants, rocks and caves, but he didn’t think Dewdrop would hide from him. Did he hide? Why, what did Rain–

“Will you meet me there,” a voice rang out. One of an angel, as Rain heard it. It clung to every single drop of water surrounding him, it wrapped around him like vines and pulled, “underneath the pallid city lights?”

Rain was swimming before he realized he moved, following the voice that came from everywhere around.

“In the rain of Summerland,” he swam lower, closer to the bottom of the lake, where sand was bright and soft, “over the ashes…”

He knew Dewdrop was close, probably even closer than he thought, but he didn’t see him. Couldn’t see him, anywhere. Rain started to get anxious. Maybe he was no more than a plaything for Dew, like countless others? Just another fool bewitched by him. Ready to fulfill all his wishes until Dewdrop would get bored of him and send him away, maybe kill, maybe eat, to then go look for his next prey.

“Our memories,” this time it wasn’t all around, it was just in Rain’s ear, “in open hands.”

Cold, webbed hands landed on his hips, making him let out a gasp, his gills flaring. They slid to Rain’s front, caressing his stomach, catching on his scales, then moving up to his chest, brushing against his pebbled nipples. The bigger ghoul sank a bit lower as he sagged into Dewdrop's soft touch, eyes slipping closed, “Dew, baby…”

“Mhm…” Dewdrop purred, nuzzling his neck, “I’ve got you, Rainy, relax.”

Dewdrop swam around him, gluing his chest to the other ghoul’s. Rain dared to open his eyes, finding the navy blue orbs already staring at him. Into him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Dewdrop giggled, mirroring their earlier interaction and Rain could feel his cheeks go warm even in the cold depth of the lake. They kept staring at each other, faces inches apart, not daring to blink, to waste even a fraction of a second. Dewdrop glanced down at Rain’s lips just once, and Rain had never had so much hope in him as in this moment. He was ready to burst with it.

“Dew…” he whispered, a silent question, a plea, his own eyes now pinned to the smaller ghoul’s mouth.

“Please,” Dewdrop breathed out into the water and Rain didn’t need any further encouragement. His fingers tangled in Dewdrop’s hair, as much as the webbing between them would allow, and he crashed their lips with a bruising force.

The moment they touched something inside Rain snapped, like a rope that was slowly being pulled over a candle. He kissed to devour, wrapping his arms all around Dewdrop and holding him tight, so he’d never leave. The smaller ghoul kissed him with equal amount of need, but no possessiveness. He was the one who wanted to be claimed, owned.

“R- Rain,” Dewdrop sputtered, trying to pull away. Rain froze, suddenly terrified of all his actions from the past few moments. He knew he was too obsessed, he was crazy, he never should’ve–

“I– I’m sorry, I–” it was Rain’s turn to move back. He was surprised to be stopped by Dew’s tail wrapped around his middle. When did that happen?

“I was about to say,” he pulled him back in, “that I want you… to make me yours.”

 Rain choked on a moan, feeling his cock—tentacle, technically, in this form—kick where it was still trapped in his boxers, “Dew– wh– what, are you… do you mean it? I need you to mean it, I need you to be–”

“Shush,” Dewdrop placed a finger on his lips, “I mean it, Rain.”

“N– no, Dew, you don’t– you don’t understand, I– I’m going to lose it,” Rain started rambling at this point, terrified of the possibility of scaring Dewdrop, of hurting him. “I’m- I’m a beast, I’ll go fucking feral, it’s– it’s my kind’s thing, I just– I don’t want to hurt you, ruin wh–”

“Rain,” Dewdrop interrupted him, voice stern, “I know what you are, I know you. I’m not afraid. I could never be afraid of you, I trust you and I want you. Mark me up, spill my blood, but please don't make me wait any longer.”

The bigger ghoul stared at him with his mouth agape. He wanted it, too, all of that, Satan knows how much, but Dewdrop was so… he was so beautiful, small, delicate. Rain would never forgive himself if he’d really harm him, even if realistically he was well aware it was just how Dewdrop looked. He wasn’t a kit or a porcelain doll, he was a centuries old, powerful water ghoul. And he asked Rain to make him his.

At the end of the day… who was Rain to decline such an offer?

He brought his hand to Dewdrop’s face, cupping his cheek with all the gentleness in the entire world. Rain was holding the entire world, or at the very least his entire world.

“I trust you,” Dewdrop said again and this time Rain truly snapped. He cradled Dewdrop’s head and all but slammed their faces together licking into the smaller ghoul’s mouth as he let him in. He finally let him in. Rain could cry. He just might.

Dewdrop moaned into the kiss, digging his claws into Rain’s shoulders as he let himself be taken, basically a deadweight held up in his arms, helped by their water.

Rain trailed his lips down, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way. If they wouldn't be in the lake, there would surely be a trail of spit running down Dewdrop’s face. The bigger ghoul didn’t stop when he got to the set of slits on the other’s neck, adorned with soft purplish-orange fins. He kissed them reverently before sucking the delicate flesh into his mouth, pulling a beautiful whimper from Dewdrop.

After dragging the tip of his tongue along the opening of Dewdrop’s gills Rain continued on downwards, pausing at the subtle swell of his chest. He did the same to his pierced nipples as he did to his neck, gently biting, sucking and teasing with his tongue.

“Rain…” Dewdrop cried out. Rain moaned himself as that beautiful voice that lured him in like a sailor earlier was now singing just for him.

He moved further down, big hands gripping slim hips, kissing and licking down Dewdrop’s body, nipping at his belly, until he got to the waistband of his underwear. After glancing up to make sure the ghoul didn’t change his mind and seeing nothing but lust on his face, Rain peeled the boxers off and nuzzled his cheek against the soft curls he was met up with. His nose finally reached the very source of the sweetest, most alluring scent. Slightly musky, salty caramel overwhelmed his senses and there was nothing apart from Dewdrop, not even Lucifer himself, that could force him away now.

Rain wrapped his arms around those slender thighs and dived in, Dewdrop’s hands flying to grab at his horns, pull on his hair, as the other’s tongue slid against his aching cunt, licking in between his folds.

“Oh, fuck, oh–” was all Dewdrop could spit out as Rain expertly brought him to a brink in mere seconds. He dipped his tongue into him while nosing at his clit and the smaller ghoul could do nothing to stop the orgasm that was rushing at him like a freight train.

And like a freight train it hit him, legs clenching around Rain’s shoulder, hand tightening on his horns, as he came. The bigger ghoul smirked against his cunt, drinking up everything Dewdrop spilled before it could mix with the water all around them. He’d never waste such a gift.

One more wrecked moan escaped Dewdrop’s lips when Rain glanced up, hungry eyes staring up at him from where he was, quite literally, swimming in between his thighs. With a force that made Rain whimper, Dewdrop hauled him up, kissing him in a way that would steal all the air from both their lungs if not for their gills.

“Dew, shit–”

“Fuck me, Rain, please,” he whined, clawing at Rain’s hips where he still had his underwear on. It did nothing to hide how painfully hard he was, but it was a barrier nonetheless. He nodded and Dewdrop didn’t waste any more second before shredding the fabric and letting the scraps float away.

Dewdrop gasped when he finally saw what was hidden from him, eyes sparkling at the beautiful thing he just couldn’t wait to get down his throat. Not now, though. 

Now—or yesterday, really—he needed it deep inside his dripping pussy, filling him up.

His eyes returned to Rain’s face, finding his lips curved into a smirk, eyebrow raised, “Like what you see?”

“Shut up and get it in me,” Dewdrop spat, no real venom in his words. Just pure desperation that made Rain shake with need, too. There’s no way he’d last any more than Dewdrop did.

Rain grabbed Dewdrop’s leg and hooked his thigh over his hip, letting the tip of his cock nudge against the smaller ghoul cunt, “Don’t… fuck, don’t tease.”

“Never,” Rain murmured and snapped his hips, sheathing himself in this blissfully wet warmth in one move. They moaned in unison, shivers going through both of them. Rain had to take a moment, he was dangerously close to bursting just from that unholy feeling enveloping him.

“Rain, I don’t care,” Dewdrop mewled, apparently guessing Rain’s thoughts. “Blow right away, I don’t care, just move.”

With a groan he wrapped his arms all around Dewdrop, holding on for dear life, and hid his face in the crook of his neck as he started thrusting, slow, but hard. There was barely any space between them, but Rain’s every move was making his dick hit that sweet spot inside the other ghoul with deadly precision. They’d both fall apart in just minutes.

Dewdrop felt Rain getting desperate in seconds, though, the hands groping him tensing, the mouth on his shoulder opening and closing as if he wanted to ask for something but lacked the courage.

The smaller ghoul uncurled his own arms from around Rain and grabbed his face, pulling him up for a deep, desperate kiss again, one they both moaned into.

“Dewdrop, Dew, please, choke me, please,” Rain begged when they pulled away. He tilted his head backwards, baring his neck. Ready for Dewdrop to either spill his blood or let him spill inside his body.

Dewdrop obliged, wrapping his fingers around Rain’s neck and after just a second of doubt he squeezed.

“Fuck.” Rain was absolutely wrecked, seconds away from bursting, and Dewdrop knew just exactly how to tip them both over the edge.

He cradled the back of Rain’s head with his other hand and brought it back to his, covered in bruises already, neck, “Bite me, Rain. Mark me, so everyone knows who I belong to.”

His mouth opened in a whine when Dewdrop’s fingers dipped into his gills, curling downwards to make Rain truly shake, cock throbbing.

“Go on,” he encouraged one more time, and with last snap of his hips Rain bit down, warm blood filling his mouth as Dewdrop’s cunt was filled with his cum, the smaller ghoul’s own release running down their thighs.

They both thought they passed out a little bit, high on oxytocin, dopamine and each other. Rain didn’t pull away from Dewdrop’s neck, carefully lapping up at the bite. The other gently slipped his fingers out of Rain’s gills, moving that hand to his hair and scratching at his scalp soothingly.

After a while Rain came back down and got brave enough to face Dewdrop again. He was so afraid of seeing resentment on that beautiful face. Or worse… fear. Fear of him.

There was no such thing when he dared to lift his head. Dewdrop’s expression all but radiated happiness and adoration for Rain.

“Are you okay?” Dewdrop asked. He nodded.

“Are you?” the bigger ghoul muttered and he could swear Lucifer grabbed his heart and squeezed when Dewdrop smiled at him with a nod. There was no saving Rain now, he was beyond damned.

“Ready to go up?” He gave yet another nod before starting to reluctantly pull himself away and out of Dewdrop, missing the clutch of his body already. Rain couldn’t help but look down between the smaller ghoul’s legs to see the water around become slightly milky when his own spend started to leak out of him. It was so fucking hot, Rain could barely contain himself from dipping down again and eating it all out of Dewdrop. Maybe later, back in his—would it be their now?—bed, Dewdrop would let him check if anything was left.

Holding hands, they swam closer to the shore, and up to the surface. Dewdrop didn’t notice Rain’s suspicious grin, a bit of blood still on his fangs, taking it for a sign of unfiltered happiness, just like the one splitting his own face. It certainly was, the smaller ghoul just hadn’t known everything yet.

They broke the surface and as Dewdrop started shaking his head with his eyes closed, not unlike a wet dog, Rain pulled him close again, “Hey, Droplet.”

Dewdrop chirped and paused, eyes opening to find the other ghoul already staring down at him with a bright smile. Now that he could see and feel, without the distraction of wet hair splattering all over, he realized it was raining. Not only raining, they got caught up in a full storm, with growls of thunder sounding in the distance. It was far away enough that they were still safe in the lake, and it was perfect. 

“Rainy–”

“It is,” Rain cut him off with a giggle. Dewdrop followed, hot blush creeping up his cheeks. He looked down, fidgeting with his hands, that got awkwardly trapped between their bodies. The bigger ghoul chuckled again as he noticed. He pulled Dewdrop’s hand apart, dragging them to hang around his neck, his own landing around Dewdrop’s waist as their finned tails and webbed feet kept them afloat. 

“Rainy?” Dewdrop tried again.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” he said simply, lips curving into the biggest smile Rain has ever seen. He wished he could reply in a similar fashion, but words left him, sailing away with the tears of happiness that suddenly started running down his face. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Dewdrop’s again. Only this time, there was no teeth, no fire, no taking.

There was pure feeling, love. It was a kiss that said more than any words in any language could ever express. It was a promise and a plea.

“I love you, too,” Rain said after a long moment, when their tears had long mixed on their cheeks with the rain still pouring down on them, when their harmonized heartbeats were as loud as the thunder still rumbling far-off.

[mirrorballhughes]

I MISS YOU IM SORRY

luke hughes x adelaide hunter

starting us off with a good old instagram edit, some text messages and a lil in real life !! so enjoy :)

adelaidehunter

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adelaidehunter AHHH. words can not express how excited i am to say MY DEBUT ALBUM “good riddance” is out june 21st!!! ALSO “where do we go now?” is out TONIGHT AT MIDNIGHT!!

its difficult to imagine these songs living anywhere other than my most secret places, but rutger is my biggest supporter and reminded me that holding space for brutal honesty in songwriting is kind of the whole point.

i feel an unbelievable amount of gratitude for the opportunity to have made this album. writing this record allowed me to grow up in ways i needed to. it forced me to reflect and be accountable. it allowed me to walk away from versions of myself that i no longer recognize. it allowed me to let go.

also a big shoutout to my sister thats not blood, storm. shes one of the few people in this world capable of making others feel safe to their core when they are exploring the parts of themselves that are most raw. storm is rare and generous. im so glad you are my roommate, but fuck the canes btw!! ;)

thank you all for the support!!! im so nervous. im so relieved. i hope with my whole heart that theres something in here that makes you feel less alone. ill be thanking you all for the rest of my life for taking this record and making it yours!!! JUNE TWENTY FIRST!! AHHH see you at midnight!! <3

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COMMENTS

_quinnhughes Della!! I’m so proud of you! Cant waif to celebrate with you :)

adelaidehunter QUNNIIE!! thank you. see u soon

jackhughes Adds so proud of you.

adelaidehunter thx jacks. see u soon :)

user2 this album is gonna be so good.

user5 anyone think its gonna be about luke…

user6 u might be on to something..

user10 but his brothers commented??

user13 they are family friends, grew up together.

User30 Oh ik that tension in their summer lake house is gonna go CRAZY.

rutgermcgroarty STAR IS SHINNING !!

adelaidehunter thx!

stormallen MY GIRL!! I CANF WAIT TO LISTEN ( already have)

rutgermcgroarty yeah me too u arent special!

edwards.73 HEY I HEARD IT ASWELL!!

umichhockey i think we all heard it🙄

adelaidehunter I LOVE U STORMY!!

mackie.samo are we ignoring the fact that adel went out of her way to reply using the umich account?

luca.fantilli its lemonade she can do what she wants!

adamfantilli mackie dont be a hater now, ur just mad that u missed the listening party!!

umichhockey thx you fantilli twins!! :)

luca.fantilli we arent twins lemonade

adamfantilli last time i stick up for you.

adelaidehunter NOOO IM SORRY🙁💔

dylanduke25 good riddance: said to express relief at being free of a troublesome or unwanted person or thing.

user5 DYLAN???

adelaidehunter LMAOOO. duker thats crazy

seamuscasey26 DUDE THATS FOUL.

markestapa addieeeee LETS GO?? Im screaming at u

adelaidehunter IM NOT even WITH U??

markestapa okay.. u might be

user1303 WHAT.

lhughes_06 cant wait to listen. proud of you adelaide.

user3343 THE “ADELAIDE” HURT ME.

user559 shes definitely not replying to this!

caleb.hunter um im ur biggest supporter???

adelaidehunter thats true! i love u

user34 IM GGIGLING AHE TOTALLY SKIPPED OVER LUJES COMMENT.

user32 UR SO RIGHT OH MY GOD SHE DEFINITELY SAW IT

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hughes hunter moment !!

quinn: caleb just got here. now where are u della??

jack: YEAAAH. where are u missy???

quinn: jack. we arent playing bad cop good cop.

jack: i know that??

quinn: god ur annoying

adelaide: im pulling in right now.

enough fighting please.

IN REAL LIFE!!

adelaide just parked her car, grabbing her bags from her car. she took in her surroundings, taking a deep breath in and out. the hughes hunter lake house was always her favorite place to be. something about this time seems different. the blonde let go of the negative energy before walking to the door. she opened the door, backing up feeling the door handle opening up from the inside.

“oh. hey adelaide. thought u were the pizza guy.” the youngest hughes brother was standing at the door, causing adelaide to go mute. “QUINN MOVE! IM TRYING TO GET TO THE DOOR. CALEB STOP HIM!” she heard the middle hughes brother say. “here do you want me to help you-“ the curly haired boy asked, “no its fine thanks.” the blonde spoke quietly walking into the house carrying her stuff in. “ADDS!! move LUKE!” jack said causing luke to move out of his way, the youngest brother was stood there admiring the girl.

luke checked up on adelaide a lot. always watching her stories, seeing her posts just never reached out. luke noticed how her hair still had little bits of brown in it from when she dyed her hair right after the two broke up. luke watched the two interact hugging each other and smiling. luke wished that was him. “shes my sister, why didnt i get the first hug?” caleb spoke as him and quinn finally moved over to where the group was. “she likes me more thats why cal.” jack said causing adelaide to roll her eyes, giving her brother a hug then hugged quinn. her and luke locked eyes, the three guys standing there noticed the love spark that were still there between the two.

the blonde girl broke the eye contact, “ill be back down. i gotta get unpacked.” she said shooting a small smile to the group of guys who nodded. there was a knock at the door, “great timing! the pizza here as well!” quinn smiled pushing luke to get the door as he was impatiently waiting for it. addie made her way upstairs smiling trying to make this lake house vacation will as best as she could.

caleb was at her door, seeing as though she finished packing. “you okay?” that caught adelaides attention, “im fine why wouldnt i be?” she said sitting down on her bed caleb following after her. “um i dont know, maybe its because of some certain boy downstairs? who you have been friends with since forever and then ended up to-“ “okay enough!” she said causing her older brother to laugh. “okay fine sorry! but if you ever wanna talk just let me know. im here for you, a.” the glasses wearing boy said, as the two hugged each other.

the hunter siblings went downstairs sitting at the bar with the hughes brothers already digging into the pizza. “so della how excited are you for your album and song release?” the oldest hughes brother asked, causing luke to feel smaller and tense. he was there when adelaide was writing the music, she told him about some of the songs. but once they brought up, luke knew she had to have some gut wrenching song written about him. sure he was nervous, but he would always be proud of her for any and all of her accomplishments.

“oh! im so excited, but nervous. it does feel good to have it released out to the world instead of being stuck inside with just me.” she said looking over at luke whos head was low, then brought her attention to grabbing some pizza. “so “where do we go now?”whats that gonna be about?” jack asked knowing most of her songs had meaning, jack always adored adds music he has to be her biggest supporter. “its basically me reflecting back on all the little white lies in a one-sided love that beamed as bright red flags, finally leading to ending things. and the question of where they should go, start afresh or not, looms over this delicate ballad, though remains unanswered.” she said causing luke to look up and then quickly brought his head down. “oh well i cant wait to hear it! any songs about our good man luke here?” jack asked causing luke to look up and glare at the older boy. adelaids face flushed, “you dont need to answer that a. jack is just picking.” caleb said sending the boy a wtf look.

[annab-nana]

eddie munson and Having lunch dates with friends in their car while the rain is pouring outside

ahhh yes i love this

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby), insinuation of smut at the end

❀ masterlist ❀

"shit, shit, shit," eddie mumbled as he followed you to the back of his van. the rain was a complete surprise and relentless in pace. as quickly as you could muster, the both of you gathered your things and bolted to the back of eddie's van.

soon, you two were under the protection of the vehicle's roof and could resume your lunch. eddie probably would've been more aggravated about the circumstances, but your laughter could pull him out of any bad mood.

"i can't believe it," you said with a wonderstruck smile, "that rain truly came out of nowhere."

the flutter in his chest was hard to contain at the mere sight of your grin, but eddie tried his best to remain a fully-functioning human enough to respond. "y-yeah."

he mentally face-palmed himself for the lackluster reply as your smile only widened. it was difficult for you to fight off a smile when you were with eddie.

while you both sought out the van for protection from the relentless rain, you sat right on the edge by the open back doors so you could still feel like you were outside for the most part. eddie was sitting beside you, closer than he normally would be due to all the corroded coffin stuff he kept in the back. you just didn't realize just how close he was until you turned to face him.

he'd just taken a bite of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich when you looked his way and immediately, he took notice of how your eyes were on his lips.

"is there something on my face?" he inquired after swallowing down his food.

when he spoke, you snapped out of your trance, looked up to his eyes, and then glanced back down at his lips.

"actually, yeah. right..." you trailed off as you reached for his face and let your thumb run over the edge of his bottom lip, collecting the small amount of jelly there. his exhale breezed over your thumb and made you feel all shaky and weak in the best way possible. "there," you whispered before looking back up at eddie's eyes.

you never understood the whole being-in-a-bubble moment you'd seen and heard of so much in movies and books, but everything clicked right there with eddie. it was just you and him. there was no rain anymore and the van was gone too. the forest and lake had vanished along with your lunches. there was nothing other than you and eddie.

"can i?" eddie asked, a raw desperation to his voice you hadn't heard before.

your voice didn't come out any less eager when you uttered a small, "please."

then, he was on you. his hands held your face and your waist to keep you close to him while his lips captured your own. his breath mixed with yours as you connected with eddie more than you ever had before. your hand that didn't still have jelly on it wound its way into his hair and you reveled in the sigh he let out when you tugged ever so slightly.

you wanted it to last forever, but unfortunately, to survive on this planet, oxygen was a requirement. breathlessly, you both pulled away from each other and tried to recuperate.

eddie took notice of how your hand that still had jelly on the thumb was sitting to the side to not touch anything and grabbed it. your eyes followed his movements and watched as he brought your hand closer to his face.

"may i?" he requested. you weren't a hundred percent sure what he was asking for, but it was eddie and you trusted him. you nodded your head. when you thought the boy couldn't make you feel any weaker, he took your thumb into his mouth and sucked it clean of any remnants of grape jelly. "so sweet."

"eddie?" your voice wavered when you called out his name, but you couldn't help it. you had never wanted someone as bad as you did right then and at this point, it wasn't a desire as much as it was a primal urge to jump him.

"yeah, sweetheart?" he called out. he didn't know where the surge of confidence he'd been sporting came from, but he would utilize as much as he could. "what is it?"

"i need you," you told him honestly, leaving no room for shame in your forwardness.

eddie's smile widened more than you'd ever seen it. "baby, i'm right here."

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[benevolent-yoon]

CUT from the Same Cloth [Series] Ch. 2

☆theme: Hybrid/Supernatural!AU

♡pairing: wolf!Hyunjin & leopard!Reader (Gray Wolf & Snow Leopard)

✧genre: Romance/Angst/Slight!Thriller

⚠︎warnings: |Death/Suicide/Religion/Cult|

❀summary: Hyunjin could never put his finger on it or describe the feeling perfectly, but something always felt off with his life… A little different from the rest of his clan, he manages to find solace with you. But the more he learns, the more he realizes who his family really is…

✑word count: 3.9k Author's Note: So I had Ch. 1 and 2 already half written beforehand, which is why they are only 2 days apart. Ch. 3 will probably take me a week to upload but that's because I am slow and quadruple check everything that I write just to make sure it makes sense.

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|Chapter 2| The Boy in the Cold

Thoughts of the mysterious wolf boy swarmed your mind after meeting him, it was as if memories were restored… You think that the first time you sensed him was a couple of years ago when you went swimming in the lake one summer. You remember trying to catch a fish, but it swam past the treaty line, so you got out the lake and waited… Once it was swum back on your side you pounced and caught it with ease. In that moment, you sensed someone watching you, not in alertness but in awe.

You suddenly remembered when the first time you went over to try and investigate Dahlia Mountain. You only got a couple meters off your own territory before seeing the graveyard. When you smelled the area, you could tell no one had been there in years, and yet it didn’t make this ominous feeling go away. So you ran back towards your treehouse, at the time not realizing the danger you sensed was a pack on its way back from hunting. Unbeknownst to you, a certain wolf in the pack was aware of your presence and was silent about it.

Another memory that came to light was when you were collecting fallen sticks in the woods last winter, making huge piles across the land as it was another punishment; to collect firewood for the whole clan. You sensed some wolves not too far from you but didn’t pay them any mind knowing you were on your side of the land, until they started getting closer. You could hear them play fighting and wrestling, and once realized they weren’t aware of their own surrounding you became immediately aware of your own. You climbed up the nearest tree and hid, watching the three of them still wrestle until they were close to the treaty line, which seemed to knock some sense into them. As they came to and decided to head back home, all of them could smell you but only one saw you hidden in the tree, making eye contact before leaving you be.

You’re most vivid memory was a couple of months ago, you remembered it clearly because your family was choosing to let you starve that night. You had gotten into a big argument, one that brought you to tears and made you run off into the woods. Running off was common for you, you knew your side of the woods like the back of your hand. You headed for your treehouse, far enough from your family, but still safe on the territory, right before the treaty line. As you’re just about to climb up your tree you stop at the smell of food. And you notice on a stump, within your eyeline there was raw veal; fresh... You smelled it earlier but paid it no mind because you could’ve sworn there was another presence here. Just right before you arrived. Assuming first comes first serve; you didn’t expect anything at all. And yet, there was a literal chunk of veal just waiting… So you grabbed it with a little hesitation then ran to the well to clean it. Afterwards, you cooked half of it then stored the other half in an ice bucket back in your treehouse.

Surprisingly lady luck played in your favor because it was only 3 weeks later until you saw the boy face-to-face again.

It was around midnight, and you were sleeping in your tree house again, not that you minded it though. But you heard growls, and sensed something was wrong. You jumped out of your treehouse and ran towards the sound, then when you got close enough to the treaty line, you saw the wolves fighting. You climbed up the tree to hide yourself and to keep yourself safe just in case they saw you. 

That’s when you saw him, the mysterious boy who’d been looking out for you. He was fighting a shorter but stronger curly haired man. Why is he fighting an alpha? You wondered. You see him get thrown to the side and you think the fight’s over, but the moment the alpha’s back is turned he pounces for a sneak attack. 

“Hyunjin stop!” You hear one of them shout. 

You see Hyunjin on top but that switches in two seconds, with the older male overpowering him then smashing him into the snow. 

“Chan he’s had enough!” Another one calls.

“Stay down!” You heard Chan growl loudly at the boy then walked away with the rest of the pack followed.

It took a couple of minutes before you felt their presence was far enough for you to make a move. You jumped down and ran towards the boy still on the ground, but he pounced onto you before you could get close enough. He growled with his sharp teeth bared in your face. But the moment he realized it was you he stopped.

It’s her… IT’S HER. “I didn’t... realize it was you.” He barely came to.

You two were very close, you saw scratches all over his face, a little bit of fresh and dried blood mixed together and his left eye was bloodshot.

“Are you okay?” You asked worried, instinctively you cupped his cheek.

She cares, and she’s here. He was shocked to say the least, “Why?” He looked confused, his eyes still watery and he was bleeding in various places, on his face, his arm, his legs.

You brushed his hair out of his face looking at the scars on his face to see how deep they were. “Does it hurt badly?” 

Where did she even come from? We’re nowhere near the lake, or the well. Why is she here?

Hyunjin did not expect to see you, at all. In fact, he didn’t expect anything other than abandonment. He was so afraid of going back home, he figured he'd stay in the woods and make a shelter until tomorrow, weeping over his own actions, over their words. And yet, here he was hovering over you.

I can’t believe I just tried to maul her. That fight... wasn’t supposed to happen… that was probably the worst fight I’ve ever had, and it was with Chan... It wasn’t supposed to go that far… I didn’t think I’d get caught... And I definitely didn’t think the elders would rip into Chan like that... 

“You really think that minx cares about you!? Is she going to feed you!? Shelter you!? Care for you like we do!? Like we’ve BEEN doing!?”

Honestly Hyunjin did not feel like breaking down the logistical effects from the situation he just caused, so luckily your voice snapped him out of the thoughts he was drowning in.

“Hyunjin?” You saw his eyes refocus on you.

“How do you know my name?” He asked quickly. 

“I saw the last part of the fight.” You admitted. “Are you okay?”

“You’re here.” He said blankly.

What’s wrong with him? You thought. It’s as if he’s reprocessing this information. His eyes looked slightly empty, slightly surprised and yet sad all at the same time. He’s stressed. He has to be, his thoughts seem too erratic, and he can’t seem to focus on what I’m saying.

“Hyunjin-”

“How are you here? What are you doing here? You can’t be here. If they find you-”

“Hyunjin stop.” You said firmly. He froze up. “Calm down. Breathe.” You held his face. “Focus on me and breathe.” He slowed down, he was listening. He finally started calming down. “We’re safe-”

Wrong. 

That was the wrong thing to say, and you realized it quickly. Hyunjin’s heart started racing again.  “No, we’re not.” It was starting back up again. “We’re just l-lying in the snow and they could be watching-”

“Okay, okay, okay.” You cut him off strongly.You could tell he wasn’t going to listen unless he felt safe. “Get up.” You barked, he listened and helped you up as well. “Follow me.” 

“W-Where are we going?” Hyunjin asked, shaking. It was a mixture of the cold temperature, the adrenaline rush and anxiety. 

“Somewhere safe, and close.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Trust me, please.” 

He was reluctant for a second. “Okay.”

“Let’s go.”

You ran back to your side of the woods with Hyunjin trailing closely behind you, you sped up with the icy wind hitting your face. Hyunjin was desperately trying not to slow down even though he was in pain, his fear of getting caught helped him keep his pace up. Within a couple of minutes, you were both back at your tree house. 

“Wait here.” You said to him and quickly climbed up to the tree. 

“What am I doing?” He whispered to himself. 

You threw the ladder down for him and he climbed up. Hyunjin was beyond confused, the tree house was more the size of a master bedroom. When he entered, he saw a large futon in the far corner of the area. The place was nicely decorated, hand painted floral designs on the walls, there was a floor table with pillows; various items scattered across it. A mini fridge, a small grill, a heater, a generator and a dresser.

“Do you live here?” He asked. 

“Technically no, but this place is mine. I come here when my family and I have issues, which you could probably tell... is often.” You said sitting on your futon, you pat by your side indicating him to sit next to you and he did. “You don’t have to worry, it’s too far for any of my kind to care about. They avoid the edges of the territory, and most of my kind leave the moment they become adults, so there aren’t a lot of us here anyways.”

“Thank you.” He sighed deeply, finally letting his shoulders rest and leaning his head back.

He still couldn’t believe he was here, with you; it was all kind of feeling like a fever dream to him. He closed his eyes to collect himself, but thoughts were still swarming. He heard you moving around and when he opened his eyes you were walking towards him with a bottle of water. 

“It’s no problem, drink this.” You instructed.

“I realized I never got your name.”

“Oh yea.” You decided to properly introduce yourself. “How are you feeling?” You asked afterwards.

He blankly stared. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay.” You could tell he was going through it and held his hand. “Let me patch you up?”

He nodded and as you got up, he laid down. “How’d you find me?” He asked.

“I heard the fighting from here.”

“So you ran towards it?” 

You chuckled. “Only cause I had a feeling you were involved so… I wanted to check on you.” 

She cares…… No… No, she doesn’t… She can’t...

Hyunjin didn’t want to indulge in his actions, but he couldn’t help it. It was as if God himself was blessing him, he couldn’t believe you were here with him. He had gotten into so much trouble because of his interest in you. He was told his efforts on you were a waste, and at one point believed it himself. And yet here you were…

“What you did... wasn't safe. You can’t be on my territory-”

“But you can be on mine?” You retaliated, kneeling down next to him. You had an array of medical supplies, as the treehouse was more of a healing space than anything. Your family being the main cause of that. 

He smiled; you were able to make him feel warm. “My kind… aren’t the nicest, I had to learn that the hard way.” He looked the other way, a little embarrassed, when you were too close.

“You don’t have to explain it to me.” You said letting silence fall. You grabbed the antiseptic cleaner and slowly worked on his face, he hissed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“What do you think they would do to me if they found me?” You asked to start the conversation back up.

“They’d most likely scare you, and then demand compensation from your tribe.”

“Fun.” You sarcastically sang. 

“This place is nice...” Hyunjin said, looking around your treehouse. 

“Thanks, think of it as a healing center.” You said finishing his face up with a cream and a couple of band aids. You threw away all the leftover wrappers and used tissues. Then he sat up and pulled his slightly torn sweater off. “Lay back.” You instructed and he followed. You felt his eyes boring into you the entire time, when you kneeled back down you asked. “You’ve been staring at me for a while, any reason why?”

“I’m infatuated with you...” He admitted, his starry eyes burned through your soul. It didn’t help that he was cute. His hand stopped yours from working on him, trying to grab your attention.

“I’m honored.” You said slightly blushing. 

“I feel like I should explain my situation to you.” He started, grabbing your other hand as well.

“You don’t-”

“I do, because it has to do with you. And I want to apologize.” He gently squeezed both your hands.

“Huh?” You tilted your head; you were confused. 

Hyunjin wasn't sure if he felt like he was going crazy or if you were secretly a witch because he couldn't get you out of his mind. He need to figure out how in the world he was going to see you again. He was currently sitting in his room sketching a picture of you, it didn't look very good, and he'd been working on it for days, erasing and redrawing over and over. It just never looked right to him. “What the hell is this!?” Jisung snuck up on him, not realizing he left his door wide open. “Nothing!” Hyunjin hid his book. “Bullshit! You’ve been hiding something since that night we got into it.”  “Mind your business.” Hyunjin warned.  Jisung chuckled. “I wonder if Chan knows you’re up to something.” “I’m not up to anything.” 

“Then why are you so defensive?” “Why are you so up my ass?” Hyunjin hissed.  They were being so loud Minho felt the need to intervene from the living room. “What’s going on?” Minho asked, walking up and eyeing both the boys.  “Nothing.” Hyunjin said in a soft tone, which made him even more suspicious.  “Hyunjin-” “It’s nothing I swear-” He interrupted Minho. “Hyunjin go see Chan.” Minho cut him off.  “Hyung-” “GO.”  Hyunjin sighed and walked up to Chan’s office. He knocked on the door.  “Come in.” He heard from the other side. He walked in and saw one of the elders already there, a cold chill ran up his neck.  “Elder Taecyeon.” Hyunjin bowed. “Sit Hyunjin.” He said in a low voice. Hyunjin looked back at Chan who looked beaten, and he didn’t know why. “Do you know why we called you here?” “N-no sir.” He was nervous.  “The council asked me to monitor you, after you ran away in August…” Shit, it’s December…Does that mean- “I’ve been watching you for four months.” He continued. “And I’ve noticed you’ve had a habit of disappearing from everyone’s sight for about 5 minutes, maybe no longer than 20. Usually that wouldn’t be too much of a scare, if it didn’t happen so often and if we could still sense you. Now, you know your sensing range is much much much further than the rest of our kind, so ultimately you know what you’re doing. The real question is why are you out of range so often?” He paused for a moment.  And Hyunjin could feel Chan’s energy darken.  “I-I’m sorry.” Hyunjin bowed. “I’ve been reckless and curious as to what’s outside our territory even though I know the rules.” Elder Taecyeon sighed. “Well, at least you're half honest.” “W-What do you mean?”  “Do you remember in late October, when one of the veal’s went missing for our monthly gathering?” “Yes sir.” Hyunjin knew exactly where this was going. “Where did it go?” Elder Taecyeon asked.  “I–” Hyunjin cut himself off because he didn’t want to answer. “Did you perhaps give one of our veal’s to your little cat friend?” Shit, shit, shit. He knew once elder Taecyeon left, he was so fucked.  “I didn’t come into contact with her.” He lied.  They couldn’t have seen me, I made sure of it.  “I know that Hyunjin… But do you realize how many rules you’ve broken, out of your curiosity? Do you know how bad this looks on your record?” “Record?” “Yes Hyunjin, record. We have to keep one on every member, so they don’t jeopardize the whole clan’s safety.” Elder Taecyeon continued. “Not to mention Chan, he’s responsible for you since this is his pack. I’m letting you know if you have another slip up within the next six months, we’re taking you under the elder’s clan to monitor you properly. And you know they aren’t the most forgiving. Anyways,” He stood up. “That’s all I have for you right now, the elders left your punishment up to Chan. I won’t be monitoring you anymore, but that only gives you more responsibility to do the right thing Hyunjin.” And with that, he was left alone with Chan and the most intense aura he’s ever felt yet.  “Hyung-” “Don’t.” Chan growled.  Hyunjin bit his lip. “Do you know how bad this makes me look?” Chan asked.  “Hyung I didn’t mean-” “Answer the question.” “I…” Hyunjin never thought about the consequences of his actions, he was too invested in the moment. And honestly… didn’t think he’d get caught. 

Chan laughed bitterly. “They think you’re a joke and that I’m incapable. None of the other packs know about this except for the elders and God, you are so fucking stupid.” “Hyung-” “Don’t! Don’t speak unless asked.” Chan said. “You can’t convince me that you’re in the right this time Hyunjin. Do you know how stupid you sound, a wolf following around a leopard just because she’s lonely or some shit? Did she cast a spell on you or something?” “Don’t talk about her like that.” “Excuse me?” Chan seethed and glared at him. “Do you want to say that again?” Hyunjin was going to repeat himself, but a knock on the door interrupted them, Minho opened the door. “I wouldn’t have interrupted if it wasn’t serious, but Jisung found this in Hyunjin’s room.” It was his notebook drawings of her. Minho handed it to Chan and then left immediately.  “Are you out of your fucking mind!?” “Hyung-” “Shut up! You are forbidden from seeing her again. I swear Hyunjin if I catch you going to see her-” “You’ll what?” Hyunjin asked, now fired up and annoyed. “Give me up?” “Yes.” Chan said. “Now go to the shed house.” Hyunjin turned around to leave and murmured. “Fuck you.”  And that’s when Chan lost it. “You really think that minx cares about you!? Is she going to feed you!? Shelter you!? Care for you like we do!? Like we’ve BEEN doing!”

You had just finished cleaning up all his wounds as he was finished with his story. “And so yea... I’m sorry...” He said as he sat up, he tried to put his sweater back on, but you grabbed it out his hand first. 

“Don’t wear that. I have extra clothes.” You got up, went to the dresser opened a drawer and grabbed an extra-large sweater you had stolen from one of your ‘brothers’. “Here.” You threw it to him, then folded the ripped one up and placed it on the table.

“Thanks.” He said, stood up and put it on.

“Also, you do not have to apologize to me.” You said while flattening your futon into its bed form. “In fact, I’m sorry that you had to put up with that from your own clan.” You sat down and he sat down beside you. “If it makes you feel any better... they were wrong about me, I do care about you Hyunjin.” You smiled at him. Hyunjin made you very giddy, especially with your memories restored from these past years.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because... you cared about me first.” You emphasized.  “You lent me a hand just to do so, you didn’t expect anything in return. Meeting you… made me feel less alone.” You rubbed your shoulder breaking eye contact. “My 'sisters' and I don’t get along. My ‘brothers’ ignore me, and my 'parents' try to control me, so… you happen to cloud my mind sometimes. Especially after our short ‘meetings’.” You confessed. “I’m happy I got to know you on a more personal level; I am sorry about your situation though... If it makes you feel any better, you can come here whenever you like just to get away from it all.” 

Hyunjin was in awe, you were a slight ray of sunshine. “Won’t you get in trouble?”

You smiled at him, “Hyunjin you’re sweet, but I’m always in trouble. That’s why I built this place, the only reason they haven’t kicked me out is because I’m a good hunter and a good builder. My elders literally said that to my face, so I isolate myself from them. They don’t like being around me and I don’t like being around them. As long as I do my part, they leave me alone, if they found out... yea I’d probably get kicked out or worse end up working for elders like a little servant. But my kind really doesn’t pay attention to me that much, not in the way yours does to you. I’ve gone off trail many many times and they’ve never cared; I’ve never stepped foot on your territory until today though.”

“Oh, well thank you. For everything.” He grabbed your hand again. He was finding comfort in your touch.

“I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me. We should get some sleep.” You laid on the bed making room for him.

“Can I sleep on the inside?”

“Sure.” You said and he climbed over you.

There was a moment of silence before Hyunjin mustered up the courage to ask, “May I hold you?”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold you instead?” You asked, knowing he could use the security. You saw his eyes beam a little, as he nodded.

You both finally got comfortable with Hyunjin on top of you. One of his hands draped around your waist and the other on your hip. One of your hands was playing in his hair while the other was softly rubbing his neck and back. He hummed in your touch. 

“Thank you.” He whispered. “For making me feel safe.” 

“Hyunjin-”

“Please just say, ‘you’re welcome’.” He sighed; he knew you were going to brush it off as if you were doing nothing special. “Nobody has made me feel as safe as you, not even my own clan. You’re not even my kind and yet you’re sheltering me, hiding me from your own and cleaning my wounds. And you’re so right, I would do the same for you in a heartbeat. I’m just so thankful that you’re here.”

“Of course. I mean isn’t that what friends are for?”

“Sure but... I don’t know, I feel like maybe… we’re something deeper… than that.” Hyunjin lagged his words.

“Something deeper?”

“Yea like chosen family, maybe even… soulmates?” He hesitated.

“Maybe. Maybe we are…” You hummed in his hair. Both of you relished in this new feeling of reassurance and security, which helped lull you two into a beautiful deep sleep.

[innammoratta]

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader Pt. I

Concept: Middle Earth/Arda is only one realm among many. The reader is from Earthrealm and was hired to help Thorin's company by Gandalf's invitation. She's a fighter and a member of the Lin Kuei. This is a Mortal Kombat/Hobbit collaboration.

(This is not yet edited, please excuse any mistakes)

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The company had convinced Bard to sail you all to Dale--not without payment of course, which Balin now calculated and counted as everyone chipped in. You surrendered a portion of your currency, placing it on the table in front of Balin, then returned to your sight seeing at the edge of the boat. Your elbows and forearms were perched on the rails and you leaned slightly forward. It was late evening and thick fog rose from the black lakes on which you sailed, offering a covering over the boat. The peaceful atmosphere was a welcome change from the never ending action you were always faced with. In your own realm, you could never imagine such peace. Yes, Arda evidently had a good share of evil beings and bloody battles, but it also had the Shire and Rivendell--beautiful cities and villages untouched by war.

Your own realm had peaceful towns and gorgeous scenery as well, but you never had time to appreciate them. This entire journey with Thorin and his company was the longest you had ever been out in the world,--or a world, rather?--free. You had never experienced the warm sunrise so many days in a row, having lived your whole life in the cold mountains of Tibet. You had never truly witnessed what life was like in every day cities and towns. Places like the Shire... places like Rivendell especially!--these were too good to be true. All your life, you had only known fighting, wars, tournamets.

But what struck you the most was the fellowship you saw within the people in Arda. From the moment you met the Company in Bilbo's home, you found that the warmth of the Dwarves had touched you in a way you felt you had been longing for your entire life. Their two songs, though strange at first, bewildered you the more you thought of them. The company was joined together in joy and in loss, expressing their emotions so freely. You had not been raised to show your emotions. In fact, it was custom, from where you came, to express nothing--but anger, perhaps.

The way they cared for each other, tending to each other's wounds, sharing meals, comforting each other when forlorn and laughing together when merry was all but familiar to you. At first you found their openess overwhelming and frankly exhausting, but you came to appreciate it.

In secret, part of you wanted to be as open and free as they were with their thoughts and hearts. Now, as many members of the company had expressed their utmost admiration for your fighting skills and made effort to take care of you while camped out, you found yourself longing to be a part of them. To share in their joys and share in their sadness, to care for others as they did and be as close as they were. You did not know what it was like to put your trust and confidence in an individual. In your clan, relationships such as these were not allowed. You may rely on your brothers and sisters as a whole, as the Lin Kuei, but never in a personal manner.

You squeezed your fists shut, angry at yourself for having lost the control you once had over your mind and emotions. The longer you were around the Dwarves, the more the intensity of your emotions increased. They had, without knowing, made you more aware of the desires of your heart.

You glanced once again to the table where Balin counted the coins and noticed Kili looking at you. When you met his eyes, he smiled, channeling so much warmth and real, raw emotion to you. He was grateful for your action just a few hours ago, when you had jumped on him to save him from the arrow of an Orc; when you saved his life. It would have been a waste to let him die. The others seemed to love him much.

By your observations, you figured you were supposed to smile back, but you were suddenly overwhelmed with emotions you were incapable of understanding. You did not let yourself feel them, pushing them into a bottle as you had been raised to do. But now it felt as if the bottle was pouring over, unable to contain anything more. You tore your gaze from Kili and tried to distract yourself with the beauty of the lake once again, though unsuccessfully.

"Is something wrong? Were you injured during the attack?" You were surprised to hear Thorin speak casually to you. He had never done so previously. Out of the members of the company, he was the most normal to you. He only spoke when necessary and maintained a calm disposition--though he did let his anger and frustration flow freely. His hostility did not shock you. It was understandable and even quite close to home for you.

You spared him a glance then looked away again, shaking your head. "No, I am fine."

He was unconvinced. It was easy to see you were troubled about something with your clenched fists and rapid, shallow breathing, but he knew better than to intrude. Instead, he thanked you for saving Kili, explaining that he had made a promise to his sister, their mother, to protect them best he could.

At the mention of their family, you felt the increasingly familiar anxiety form in your stomach. Your heart felt as if it was being crushed within you, and a scoff escaped your lips as you couldn't help but raise a hand to your hair, frustrated.

Next to you, Thorin frowned, confused about your response. "What?" He asked, expectantly.

"I apologize." You shook your head and straightened your posture, trying to shed away your troubled mind. "I only..."

Thorin took his hands off the edge of the boat, replacing them with his elbows as he mirrored your previous stance, leaning over to see you better. "Only what?"

You struggled to find the words, remaining silent for a few moments until making the decision to do as they did: speak their minds with utter honesty. "I am jealous of your family." You refused to make eye contact, eyes still fixed on the obscurity of the fog.

Thorin was dumbfounded, taken completely off guard by such an opinion. A sound escaped him, something between a scoff and a chuckle. "My family? You know next to nothing of them." He spares a quick glance at Kili and Fili. "You've only met my nephews."

You shook your head, turning so that you could look at him, but not in the eyes. "But you have a family... and I can tell from what I've witnessed and have been told that you... care for each other." You scratched at the wood beneath your hands, trying to quell your nerves.

Thorin thought for a moment, bewildered until he realized what you had implied. He wanted to ask a question or maybe offer his condolences, but his words ran dry.

"Look! there it is! The mountain!"

You had gratefully turned your attention to where the dwarves were pointing, but Thorin's eyes darted between you and the mountain as he became torn between the desire to continue talking with you and to relish in the moment he had spent years dreaming of; returning home.

With the arrival on land came more obstacles to overcome. Thorin was focused on sneaking past the guards of Dale, and reaching the safety of Bard's home, but he did not miss the way you stared at Bard and his children when they interacted. There was a deep longing in your eyes, maybe even sadness. However, he put aside his curiosity.

It wasn't until after the company had been discovered and the Master of Laketown had promised his help that Thorin began thinking of what to say to you. While you and the company enjoyed the feast hosted by the Master, Thorin was quiet. As soon as the company began filling up with ale, they became more rowdy than usual, no doubt their spirits having been lifted by being so close to Erebor. Though you quite liked hearing their joy, laughter, and jokes, you were still overwhelmed. You sought peace and quiet elsewhere, excusing yourself from the table.

Through the window, you could see that it was late at night. There was even a slight hint that the moon was out and shining so beautifully. So without thinking, you left the house entirely and walked out into the empty streets. A cool breeze went by, colder because of the water surrounding the premises, but it had nothing on the cold you were used to in the moutains of Tibet

Just a few meters away was a dock, looking across the lake with a view of Erebor, you imagined. It was hard to tell with how dark the lake and everything beyond it was. You walked out onto the edge of the dock and sat down, leaning back onto your palms. You did not notice that Thorin was following not far behind you, as he had been waiting for a moment like this.

Just a few seconds later, heavy footsteps on the dock approached you. "It's only me," Thorin announced as you had been close to drawing your dagger. You said nothing, only watching him as he sat down next to you. "It's dangerous to be alone in town this late."

"It wouldn't be the first time I've had to defend myself. I am able to do so," you stated, relaxing once again.

"I shall never doubt your skill again. However, I insist that you stay close to the company. We're too close to reaching Erebor to lose a member of the company now." Thorin stared at your face and troubled expression, and while you were still silent, he continued. "I wanted to talk to you. About what you said on the boat." His voice was soft and hesitant. "What happened to your own family?"

He was met with only more silence as you tried to figure out whether you should be honest or wise. The Lin Kuei was very secretive, virtually unknown except by a select few. With courage, you turned your head and looked Thorin in the eyes.

He seemed sincere.

He was a very private person.

He was of good character.

"I will answer your questions, but whatever we discuss must be kept between us in complete confidence." You wanted to be like the dwarves, as open and close as they were. So even though you felt uneasy about revealing your secrets, you thought that perhaps it just took courage to be like them.

Thorin nodded once, slowly, to show that he agreed to your terms.

"I barely knew them," you said in a monotone voice, almost nonchalant. "I have a few faint memories, but that is all. I was taken at too young of an age to remember what my parents looked like. I know I had siblings, but I remember even less about them." You outstretched your legs and sighed.

"Taken?" Thorin asked for clarification. "What do you mean?

"In my clan, the Lin Kuei, children are often born into it, but sometimes they are stolen during childhood or even infancy. Then they are brought to the temple to become acrobats... assassins... fighters and warriors. That is what happened to me."

Thorin had nothing to say, unaware that such a place could even exist. It began to make sense, why you looked at Bard's family with longing and why you confessed to envying Thorin's family. "You are still a part of this... clan? They sound diabolical!" He whisper shouted.

You made no reaction and instead changed the subject. "But... that is why I wanted to help you and your company get back that mountain,"--you motioned to it with the jerk of your head. "Long before I was offered to help on this quest, I entertained the idea of looking for my family. I wanted to know what it was like to have a normal home." You looked into Thorin's eyes, sincerely. "So even though your definition of home is a place and mine is the people, I believe we want the same thing. I will help you get your home, so you may grant your kin normal lives, beginning with your nephews and Gloin's son."

Thorin wanted to thank you, or somehow show his appreciation, but first he needed to know, "Did you not attempt to look for your family?"

A new heaviness itself upon your chest, and you looked away from Thorin. "No," you shook your head, "another member of my clan had attempted to find his family once; he was like me. After a long time, he managed to track them down, but they were killed by a rival clan. Because of the bad blood between us, they may do something similar to mine should I attempt to find them. I don't want to risk my family's life, if they are indeed still alive and well. They don't deserve to lose anyone else."

"You have done much to help us on our quest. Once we have taken back Erebor, I should like to help you reunite with your family." As you looked at Thorin with a shocked expression, he realized it was indeed impulsive of him to promise you help, but you risked your life for his cause, and he endeavored to do the same for you some day.

You smiled for the first time in forever, it felt awkward, but you were touched by Thorin's offer. "Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to do with a normal life even if I had the opportunity to have one. After the life I've lived, I don't believe I'd integrate well into civilization." You stood to your feet, wanting the conversation to come to a conclusion. It had been nice to be open, but it was also exhausting.

Thorin quickly stood as well, facing you and taking a step forward. "The odds never seem to be in our favor. There is a dragon in that mountain at this very moment, the same one who burned my home and murdered and drove all my people away--thousands of people! Yet here we are, 15 of us headed to take it back. Are you not willing to fight for your home as you are helping me do now? Even for just the chance of getting it back?" He had such a passion in his eyes, you admired it. But his attempts to inspire you were in vain.

"And if I found my family... what will I do? Live amongst them?" You wore a bitter smirk. "There is no leaving the Lin Kuei. It is punishable by death." And with that, you began heading back to the rest of the company.

Thorins face softened at yet another piece of shocking information. He was not used to accepting defeat so easily. He would find a way to fight for your freedom.

[lanaevyssmoved]

OC + Random Associations

tagged by @cetra , @sleepsvessel & @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster thank you ^_^

Animal

Afhiri sea slugs, isopods (dairy cow and zebra), geckos and other various reptiles, cats, small birds, musteloids (particularly raccoons and red pandas), viverrids, japanese raccoon dogs, opossums Candor lions, various eagles (wedge-tailed, golden, crowned), hawks, swans and geese, bighorn rams, crocodillians, sea turtles, elephants, animals that use sun compass orientation Cirok corvids (raven, crow), dogs (rottweiler, doberman, pinscher, greyhound), venomous black snakes, scorpions, spiders (particularly trapdoor spiders and sicarius), bats, black caiman, sharks

Colors

Afhiri pastels! pink, yellow, orange, green, blue, white, black Candor changes depending on form but in general purple, blue, red, yellow, orange, gold, brown, white, black Cirok black, grey, white - absolutely no Colour (thanks to booboo i now think of like toxic waste green when i think of cirok too)

Month

Afhiri September Candor August Cirok November

Songs

Afhiri tapi tapi - tempura kidz fear. moe shop and fun - sir sly. sir sly's vibe is way off for afhiri but the lyrics were written for her Candor a sun coloured shaker - yndi halda and (spring) this was your place - sunlight ascending Cirok jouska - evenS (probably favourite song of all time btw) and i come with knives - IAMX

Number

Afhiri two/2 Candor three/3 Cirok four/4

Plants

Afhiri celandine, sunflower, pink tulip, daisy Candor bay tree, gladiolus, heliotrope, rose Cirok chives, anemone, begonia, deadly nightshade

Scents

Afhiri fresh morning, grass, dirt, cotton candy, bubblegum Candor cedar, musk, sandalwood, the ocean, burning  Cirok decay, death, rot, overwhelmingly of resin

Gemstone

Afhiri tugtupite Candor meliphanite Cirok magnetite

Time of day

Afhiri sunrise Candor midday Cirok night

Season

Afhiri summer Candor summer Cirok winter

Places

Afhiri taverns, meadows, by rivers and lakes Candor monasteries, temples, places of worship Cirok the dank, cold and forgotten, the forbidden

Food

Afhiri sweet things, nothing good for you Candor warm meals Cirok raw meat

Drinks

Afhiri sugary sweet drinks, energy drinks Candor various teas (green, oolong, herbal, black) Cirok piping hot black coffee

Element

Afhiri air Candor fire Cirok water

Seasonings

Afhiri garlic, ginger, cinnamon Candor paprika, turmeric, bay leaves Cirok dried chives, cloves, saffron

Sky

Afhiri the most beautiful sunny cloudless summer sky Candor a colourful golden orange, red, and purple with light cloud cover Cirok stratus clouds, grey, calm and quiet

Weather

Afhiri warm day with lots of sun and a gentle breeze Candor blazing hot summers day with minimal to no wind Cirok cold winters day with fog and light snow

Magical power

Afhiri manipulative magic that makes someone act against their own will, anything that makes them laugh or dance. also the magical power of Insults Candor holy smites, blinding lights and divine energy Cirok phasing into the realm of the dead to walk partly as a ghost

Weapons

Afhiri shortsword and dagger combo, dual hand crossbows Candor mace and shield, longbow, floating/flying greatsword Cirok dual daggers, throwing knives, poisons and venoms

Candy/Sweets

Afhiri cotton candy, bubblegum, and i designed her with fruit salad in mind! Candor spicy roasted pecans, maple roasted sweet potatoes, sea salt dark chocolate Cirok liquorice, black jack, toxic waste

Method of long distance travel

Afhiri roadtrip in a classic volkswagen camper van Candor flying Cirok underground trains

Artstyle

Afhiri impressionism, abstract expressionism, street art, dadaism, CoBrA and fauvism Candor baroque and classicism Cirok optical art and minimalism

Fear

Afhiri of the self, of emotional pain, of returning home Candor of imperfection, of failure, of not being worthy Cirok of being seen, of death, of vulnerability

Mythological creature

Afhiri azeban, mujina, nymph Candor chalkydri, phoenix, psychopomp Cirok tsuchigumo, black dog, gargoyle

Piece of stationery

Afhiri a childs box of crayons, dairy Candor fountain pen, ruler Cirok ink, letter opener

Three Emojis

Afhiri 🤡🍀🪈 Candor ☄️🎇🪽 Cirok 🕷️♟️🔪

Celestial body

Afhiri the moon Candor the sun Cirok black dwarf

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER GUYS... TWO DAYS. I WORKED ON IT FOR HOURS. i hope........ its worth it <3

tagging @cetra @dekariosgale @courierseis @euryalex @hibernationsuit @jerichoes @vanoefucks @captaintiny @gwynbleidd @arduath @rcpunzel @avallachs @fuckitwebhaal @hexdruid @sovereign-spaw @galesgrandad @thefathersbride @dandeyrain @doggybone @swanfey @voerman @full---ofstarlight @chaos-storm @covenscribe @raphaelsboudoir @simtalics @kymal @graynstairs @neonbutchery @hungryblackbird @moxley @thlix @isayashai @darlinghowl @astarionsfordf150 @moon-jun @lovaboy @ratscrap @picklepals @crazy-lazy-elder-sims @rigaudon @neosunbrella @sternenstaub28 @centipisde @kirkwall @lusus--naturae

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Oxenfree Headcanons but they’re just about Alex being freed from the loop by Riley

Being brought back to reality is incredibly jarring after spending five years in the loop.

First of all.

Panic attack.

This is not a part of the script. This has NEVER been a part of the script. She’s given up on getting free a long time ago, but now she suddenly IS FREE, and it doesn’t make sense.

Cue Riley having to quickly calm her down.

Second of all.

MAJOR sensory overload.

She’s so used to the loop, reacting to the exact same stimulus, that so much other sensory input is extremely overwhelming. Her senses have basically heightened, and now everything is too much, too much, too much.

The sun is too bright. It feels like her corneas are being melted off or her eyeballs are being carved out with hot iron tools. Colors are so vivid and vibrant, and it gives her a headache.

Every single sound grates on her ears. The splashing of the water, the chatter of other people, the blare of the ferry’s horn. Even Riley’s voice, soft and gentle, is enough to make her ears bleed.

The smells. Saltwater, gasoline, wet grass, smoke from a burnt out campfire, baked goods from a storefront, even her own unwashed body. It stings her nose and makes her nauseous.

And the sensations.

Oh god, the sensations.

Every single touch is mind-shattering agony.

Her skin is so unused to feeling anything beyond what’s scripted in the loop that everything is foreign, terrifying, and painful.

Riley supporting her weak body is like being stabbed right in the arms.

It’s so bad that even her hair brushing against the nape of her neck is like dragging a serrated saw blade across an exposed bundle of nerves.

She feels so raw.

But that’s not the only thing she feels.

She can feel everything going on inside, too.

Her biological processes completely stopped while in the loop, and after awhile, most of her organs stopped functioning, too. The Sunken would keep her alive, after all, so there was no need to expend energy on things that didn’t need to work.

But now that she’s out of the loop, her entire organ system is rudely awakened like they’ve just been shocked by jumper cables.

And she can feel all of it.

In her stomach, her small intestines writhe like eels.

In her chest, she can feel her lungs expand and deflate.

When she speaks, her vocal cords rub together like the slimy legs of a cricket.

She’s acutely (and uncomfortably) aware of every vein transporting blood through her body, every twitch of her diaphragm, every beat of her heart.

Her fingernails connected to her nail beds, her hair sprouting from her scalp, her teeth growing in her gums—she feels it!

And, for a moment, she considers asking Riley to throw her back into the loop like she’s a fish being returned to a lake.

Sure, the loop was a fate worse than death, but at least she doesn’t feel like this.

But she endures. She has to.

She just wishes her body would make it a little easier.

So, she’s freed, and everything hurts!

But despite this, she still can’t bring herself to pry away from Riley, who she’s been clinging to ever since she got free like the woman is her lifeline.

And, to her, Riley very well may be one.

Alex is so afraid that if she lets go for even a second, her connection to the real world will snap, and she’ll be right back in hell.

But they can’t stay like that forever, and when Riley eventually coaxes her to let go, nothing happens. She’s still solid. She’s still stable.

Walking is kinda hard. I feel like gravity in the loop and gravity in the real world, as well as gravity in the void, which she definitely spent time in, is very different from each other.

It certainly doesn’t help that when she stands, she can feel the aching drag of her tendons in her legs and the discomforting creak of her knees trying to support her.

For lack of better words, she looks like a baby horse trying to walk for the first time.

Maybe if she wasn’t in such a deep daze, she would have cared more about how silly she looks.

Because, oh yeah! She is still heavily in shock. What happened, being set free, hasn’t really caught up to her just yet. She’s only dimly aware of what’s happening to her.

But the pain? The pain she’s fully aware of.

She doesn’t get mercy from that.

Because when is the world ever that kind to her?

Anyway.

The early morning this is hypothetically set in is pretty cool, but Alex is shivering like she’s naked in Antarctica.

Her body isn’t really used to regulating its own temperature.

So she’s just so cold.

Riley gives her her jacket to try and keep her warm. The last thing she or Jacob need is the poor kid keeling over from hypothermia.

Speaking of those two!

They have obtained a void child! What now?

Well…neither of them know.

When they went to the island, they were expecting spooky ghost shenanigans. They were expecting weird cult bitches. They were expecting the concept of time being majorly fucked up.

But a tortured child trapped in a time loop? They never could have predicted that.

It’s kind of like unexpectedly picking up a puppy that’s being sold on the side of the road, but no. It’s really not. Because at least caring for a puppy is common knowledge. Something you can get the supplies for with ease.

What the hell do you do for a teenager rescued from the void?

They decide that’s something they can mull over later. Right now, they need to get the hell out of dodge.

So, they decide to take Alex back to Riley’s house and go from there. What else is there to do?

Operation Disguise A Girl Who Went Missing Five Years Ago So She Won’t Be Recognized: COMMENCE!

Alex has Riley’s jacket on, so that’s one thing covered, and Jacob tucks all her hair up into a hat to hide that, too. And then she’s told to keep her head down and don’t talk to anyone.

She’s fine with that. She’s not really in a talking mood, truthfully.

Jacob probably has to carry her to the ferry because, like. Homegirl is having some trouble walking. Also still having a sensory overload. Also still in a lot of pain.

Alex has another panic attack while they’re going across the water on the ferry because she’s never made it to the other side. So she’s just waiting for the illusion to shatter, and for the void to press itself in again.

But that doesn’t happen.

That’s what makes her a little more lucid. Everything starts to feel a little less like a dream and a lot more real.

Riley keeps assuring her again and again that she’s safe, that she’s okay, that she won’t let anything happen to her, and that she definitely won’t let her go back to that horrible rift, and Alex is just so daunted because it’s been so long since anyone has treated her with kindness beyond the scripted lines spoken in the loop.

The moment she gets to the car, she passes out. Somewhat from the pain, mostly from fatigue.

It’s been FIVE YEARS since she’s had a nap. She is EXHAUSTED.

Riley and Jacob are pretty shot, too, but they shake it off for the sake of the girl. They can rest later, once this is all settled.

They go pick up breakfast and then have no idea what to get Alex. And they don’t really want to wake her up because she’s clearly tired.

“A sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich sounds good enough, right?” “What if she’s a vegan? Or a vegetarian?” “Shit, you’re right. Do you think she is?” “I don’t know! Should I wake her up?” “No! No. Let her rest. We’ll think of something.”

“No, Jacob, we’re not giving her coffee. I think coffee will stop her heart.”

They do eventually have to wake Alex up when they get back to Riley’s house.

Riley gives her a little tour.

Alex, although tired and dazed, gets the gist.

Now that she’s awake, they give her the food they bought, but she isn’t up to eating very much. Even though it’s been five years since she’s eaten anything (or drank anything, aside from a little alcohol in a few of the loops), and even though she should be hungry, the mere idea of food makes her even more nauseous than she already is.

But Riley convinces her to at least eat a little bit, just to have something in her stomach, and Alex complies.

She has to stop after just three bites, though, because the tastes are so strong they burn her mouth, and she almost throws up.

But at least she’s eaten something.

Riley then convinces her to take a shower while Jacob runs to the store to get her some clothes that he hopes will fit. After all, they can’t have her lying around in the frankly disgusting clothing she has on.

Even though she’s extremely exhausted, a shower does sound nice, so Alex agrees.

Maybe she can wash away all the trauma sticking to her skin like glue.

(Ha.)

(As if it would ever be that easy.)

Parting with her jacket is a bit difficult, but Riley swears up and down she’ll give it right back after it’s washed, which she does while Alex is in the shower.

In hindsight, perhaps letting the barely awake girl in a ton of pain take a shower unassisted wasn’t the best plan.

The hot water is like an assault on Alex’s sensitive skin.

It’s so excruciating that she literally goes blind for a few seconds.

Long story short, she blacks the fuck out, and Riley has to go do ANOTHER rescue mission to help her.

After that whole ordeal, Alex is dressed in the clothes that Jacob bought (he had to guess on her size, but it was good enough), got her newly washed jacket back, and then promptly conked out again, this time in an actual bed.

Meanwhile, Riley and Jacob slump into the couch and reflect on what the fuck they’ve gotten themselves into.

Here’s some fun appearance things as a bonus!!

A majority of Alex’s hair is chopped off because it kept bothering her (see the part where her skin is so sensitive that even her ponytail brushing her neck hurts). And they need to try to make her look not like herself.

They don’t go to a hair salon, as they’re afraid she may get recognized, so Jacob very confidently takes scissors to Alex’s hair while Riley supervises anxiously.

The result is…very messy. Even when Jacob was looking at a WikiHow article on how to cut hair (with pictures!). There are uneven parts and it kinda sticks out weirdly, but Alex doesn’t really seem to mind.

They also have to re-dye her hair. Alex doesn’t care what color, so Riley and Jacob argue over what’ll look the best. Alex gets a little kick out of it.

They settle on green.

Okay, so y’all know the whole glowing red eyes thing? Well, consider: Alex’s eyes are permanently red. Like, the irises. It’s like they’ve been branded by the possession she once went through.

Also consider: Alex, covered in scars from injuries in past loops.

[secretkeeper13]

Day 17: Spring

Written for @hinnymicrofic

I couldn’t sleep and decided to try to write another microfic (I’ve really been enjoying reading everyone’s fics)! This prompt was probably intended to refer to the season, but my sleep deprived brain had other ideas

She notices it in their first weeks together. Somewhere in between the long walks, the fireside chats in the common room when she’s supposed to be studying, and, of course, the snogging.

Harry is different.

For most of the time she’s known him— truly known him, her embarrassing crush years aside— Harry has been on edge.

She’d noticed it, because she couldn’t help but notice everything when it came to Harry.

She’d seen the visible tension in his jaw. The way his shoulders tightened and knuckles whitened when Hermione mentioned the news in the Prophet. The thin line of his lips, pressed together for hours as they sat at Ron’s bedside, obsessively trying to determine who’d want to poison her brother.

Like the spring in the old clock in her dad’s shed. Tightly wound, ready to release at the slightest trigger.

But from the moment his lips meet hers in the common room, something changes.

He’s smiling. All the time. A genuine smile, the one that reveals a dimple in his right cheek and makes his eyes shine a deep, verdant green. She hadn’t seen that smile that much since the summer at the Burrow, and even then, there were twinges of melancholy, the wound from Sirius’ death still raw and new.

There’s a lightness to him now. Joking and teasing and banter had always been easy between them, but now, it’s effortless. And she loves it—waiting as he sets up the joke, delivering the punchline, hearing Harry’s laugh, rich and genuine.

He’s affectionate. It’s hard to believe, given how she’d watched him, awkward and stiff whenever Hermione or her mum tried to give him a hug. But with her, he reaches out and takes her hand, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss her, even when Ron’s around.

And when Ron isn’t around, well— it’s better than she imagined. And of course, she’d imagined it. A lot.

The two of them, lying together on his cloak, the late afternoon sunlight dappled through the leaves of the secluded copse of trees. Just as they are now.

The sound of waves gently laps on the lake shore in the distance. Her head rests against Harry’s chest. His hand splays on her hip, painting slow patterns over her skirt that make heat pool in her belly with every pass.

She nestles into his side, one of her legs entwining with his. His chest rises and then falls with his exhale, slow and deep.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asks, breaking the silence.

He chuckles, the rumble low against her ear.

She tilts her head up to look at him. His eyes are closed, and his expression is soft, his jaw slack.

“I think you know exactly how much I’m enjoying myself.”

“Hmmm.” She skims her hand across the planes of his chest. “You mean that wasn’t your wand in your pocket just now?”

He laughs. There it is, she thinks.

His eyes open, lush and green like the leaves on the trees around them. His hand moves from her hip to the ends of her hair, before coming to rest on hers.

“I am, though,” he says, his voice soft, body unspooled beside her. “Happy, I mean.” He pauses, taking a breath. “With you.”

A fierce swell of affection rises up. She might melt right there onto the forest floor, a puddle amongst the fallen leaves.

She brings his hand to her mouth and brushes her lips across his fingers. “Me too,” she murmurs.

The final coil loosens. His body relaxes underneath hers.

His hand cups her jaw, then his lips meet hers, and she stops thinking.

[basicgeology]

Calcite (CaCO3)

Calcite (CaCO3) is the most common carbonatic mineral on the Earth's surface. Carbonatic minerals are known for containing the CO3 compound in their structure, which then binds to an ion that is, in the calcite's case, calcium!

Carbonatic minerals are known primarily for forming in acquatic environments, be they in the ocean (carbonatic platforms) or on a continent (caves with stalagtites and stalagmites, lakes).

Calcite can take many different forms and shapes: the most well known variety is spatite, a completely transparent and flat crystal that is common in Iceland.

Sometimes it appears as an aggregate of long crystals that seem to all emerge from the same spot.

Often calcite will look colorless, white or a very dull light grey, but commonly it can take other colors: pink, yellow, green and blue

One of calcite's most remarkable properties is the double refraction effect, if you look at an image through a calcite crystal (most noticeable with spatite) the image will be shown twice!

Another remarkable thing about calcite is that by looking at a raw crystal's shape, you can assess if the water that it was formed in is rich or low in magnesium.

In general, the structure of a calcite crystal looks more or less like this, for those who are interested.

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I wanted to talk about aragonite and dolomite too but I thought this was too long so maybe tomorrow I'll make a separate post about it👍

[grimlins-chaos]

The numbness that comes with an unfulfilled promise..

It was quiet for the most part, petals and leaves fall from the boughs above and flutter down to the city below, a few of them landing upon the surface of the lake that Alaantheria had been simply observing, her face still a bit numb from the fresh mark- but that paled in comparison to the numbness she felt in her heart and soul. She finally got to prove herself as someone of worth, not only earning the mark of shadow, but also the Scythe of Elune. The elf looked over the fantastic weapon with tired eyes. She hardly felt anything, not just in regards to her accomplishment but to all things im general. All of it felt so meaningless. She knows all her friends are worried about her, it wasn't till some time recently when she finally gained the strength to be out amongst people again- but now she was alone. The sounds of revarly from those of the guild and other kal'dorei celebrating her and her party's accomplishments, she should be happy, she should be proud. But she just.. can't..

"For someone having finally earned her marks, you don't seem too happy to bear them." A gentle voice came from behind, causing the young elf to turn around and be just a bit surprised to see the High Priestess herself of all people standing there.

Alaantheria wasn't quite sure how to verbalize it, she didn't feel like she could speak up about it even though all of her friends hadn't ever shut her down before- some of them know their own losses and she's experienced loss herself throughout her life. There was just something about this loss that cut deeper than anything else and she didn't know how to explain it. "I'm just thinking about things, High Priestess, pay no mind to me." Alaan managed a small smile, one that felt so.. wrong to put on.

The older woman's lips quirked into a mildly unimpressed frown, brows furroed as she cocked her head to the side ever so slightly, making it clear she saw right through the young elf. "We should be truthful with ourselves, Young one. And Tyrande, please." She says as she walks up to the railing to stand beside Alaantheria. "I wouldn't be a very good priestess if I were to turn a blind eye to one of my people clearly suffering, especially on a day that's supposed to be a joyus one for her. What's on your mind, child?"

Alaan sighed a bit, her smile turning into a wristful grimace. "Where to even begin.." She turned to look over the railing, resting her arms on it as she rested her weight against it. "There was someone supposed to be here.. and he's.." She paused, throat becoming tight with emotion as she could feel the tears threatening to return. "Not.." She managed to force out.

Given her demeanor and the tension throughout the druid, Tyrande seemed to have understood pretty quickly how this somebody so dear to the girl may have departed. It was but one of many reasons why she hates the legion so passionately- the way they managed to rip so many loved ones away from people, often in the most brutal and cruel ways imaginable.

Alaantheria took in a sharp deep breath, attempting to compose herself and continued. "H-he was caught in an explosion, sacrificing himself to save others." The bitter bile rose to the back of her throat, tears forming at the edge of her eyes. She wanted so badly to be in his arms again, to feel his warm envelope her tight, even toward the end when he began to drift away from her she always knew there was something in him that loved her. Now.. now she's never felt more cold.

She was met with the feeling of a hand brushing over her leafy green hair as Tyrande spoke. "The love you shared with him I can tell was one of the greatest.. and also the most painful.. Raw, pure, forever enduring.." Tyrande looked out over the lake view. "While I've only ever nearly lost him, to be left behind while my love left to help the world or to walk the emerald dream filled me with a very similar pain- to be alone while your heart is out of your reach and you're left with the phantom feeling of them at your side.. it cuts deeper than any blade. And the whole they leave behind feels like you're standing on the edge of a gaping chasm that has no end.."

The words alone were enough to do her over, tears spilling down her freshly marked face as she buried her face in her hands and her body began to be raked with sobs, finally mourning as she never truly got to express before and it hurt- it hurt so much. Why did he have to go? It could have been anyone else, but it was him. And a part of her hating him for leaving her behind, but she also couldn't bring herself to be mad at him for many more would have died. She just missed him, she wanted him home so badly.

The priestess gently stroked the younger elf's hair, giving her all the time she needed to grieve. In time Alaantheria managed to calm down, setting her hands down as she looked over the calm lake before her, seeing herself in it's reflection, in that beautiful attire with her face flushed and her eyes wet and puffy from tears. And all she could manage were a few words in a weak and she sounded so small. "I don't know where to go from here.."

Tyrande reached over and picked a small violet flower from a vine that had been growing as one with the railing as much as the rest of the vegetation that simply merged with Darnassus' structures. "Do you know why I gave you the mark of shadow?" She merely asked, causing Alaan to look up at her, confused. Tyrande however merely smiled in return, tucking the stem of the flower into the green hair just above her ear. "Associated with the night warrior of legend, it was believed that the mark of shadow represented balance and hidden potential." She then cupped the side of the girl's flushed cheek. "If I had to guess he recognized you have so much more to give than you even realize. And now he's given you the opportunity to show the world what you can do, show just how strong you are. Take the light of his memory and the love that he gave you and live." Her expression softened as she then tugged the other elf into her arms. "He may not be here in body to watch you but I have a feeling that like I and like so many to came to see you today that he is so proud of you."

That seemed to finally grab a shakey but genuine smile out of Alaantheria as she returned the hug and the tears returned, accompanied by a small ball of warmth deep in her chest. The pain was still there.. it'd never go away, but she believed she understood what she had to do now.

[melestasflight]

27. there was now no returning, Mithrim Lake

for @polutrope. 600ish words of Maglor, Maedhros, and Fingolfin at Mithrim Lake. Warnings for physical disfigurement, mental instability, and deliberation on murder.

there was now no returning

Maglor stared at the torpid form of the stranger Fingon had delivered on eagle’s back. It was the resting, recovering body of his brother, he knew that in some small corner of his mind, but the entirety of the rest of himself struggled to reconcile Maitimo with this. He bit his cheek to a bleed to prevent himself from acknowledging the words that his barely restrained repulsion was coining.

It was not easy to consider him like this, in a deep stupor that left him defenseless. The ugliness of his figure blindingly displayed, a grotesque exposition of Morgoth’s dark art. Still, Maglor much preferred it to the waking hours that inevitably brought the burning gaze of those yellowed eyes. The yellow that was firmly winning the battle against the clean silver grey that Maglor’s own eyes contained also. Its hue was not the one of joyful summer, of sweet ripe fruit. It was sickly rather, the sooty yellow of active decay.

Worse than that was the sharp-toothed grin that appeared at the most inappropriate moments. This thing, which was once Maglor’s brother whose smile could win over even the most tactful lords, now laughed at his own warped ideas of how the creatures of the enemy could be annihilated most effectively and thoroughly.

Not for the first time, Maglor wondered if Fingon would have done a kinder act by releasing his arrow when he had the chance. But there was now no returning the miracle Thorondor had granted. The only thing left to decide was what should be done now. First and foremost, the crown demanded a resolution. Maglor himself had never worn it, never wanted it, though he had ruled all these years with the iron fist these lands demanded.

He recalled his father with that crown, its gold too clean, too brilliant against the filth of blood and ash upon Fëanáro’s brow. Míriel’s madness awoken fully in her son, growing until it had consumed him whole. Maglor shuttered at the thought of that crown resting now upon the head of one whose lungs were still filled with the foul air of Thangorodrim.

It had to be prevented, at all costs. Now was an opportunity better than any.

There was a small bottle of deadly nightshade tincture by the bedside table. A drop was given for a dreamless rest. Four drops could put down a grown horse. Maglor quieted his internal song to a whisper and took a careful step forward, nerves taut as a bowstring.

When suddenly the heavy flap of the tent was opened behind him, he held back a scream through sheer willpower. But it was too late. Fingolfin stood by the entrance as one stricken and he had already caught Maglor’s intention. He had made himself too vulnerable, his thoughts too raw about him.

Unmovable, they gaped at each other for a long moment. A confession and an understanding. None would know it but the two of them. It could be a shared secret that would keep their mouths bound. And a burden carried by two would be easier to live with.

Neither had dared move even a finger when the slumbering body stirred by Maglor’s side.

‘Laurë… Laurë… Where is Makalaurë?’ He was calling for Maglor in his waking haze. 

Overwhelming pity rattled Maglor to the bones, and all at once, his resolve snapped as easily as a dry twig beneath a heavy boot. ‘I am here, I am right by you.’ He choked back a sob and grasped the bony hand reaching for him.

When their gazes met again, Maglor found an echo of his own pity in Fingolfin. They both knew it then, with the crystal clarity of Mithrim's waters in the morning light. The crown would find its place upon Fingolfin’s brow. It was for Fingolfin to rule in the West, and for Maglor to hold the East together.

‘Here, Nelyo, sit up.’ A new resolve formed itself in Maglor’s heart as he brought a glass of sweet water to his brother’s lips.

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