#they are my cubs (mother jasmine);

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The White Knight and the Lone Raven

How the Two Vessel's Meet

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Lucian Mackinley, the vessel of the Noble Sevens, was tasked to find the other vessel of the Great Sevens, called the "Evil Flower." Before they could take over Twisted Wonderland. Or so he been told.

The King (of KoH) wanted him to kill it before it's too late. As for the Queen, she only told Lucian to observe to see if this evil flower really evil or misunderstood.

"Your Majesty, not to be rude, but why do you think the evil flower is misunderstood? The phropercy said so."

"Lucian, they might of been hurt so bad that it's hard to let go. Instead of raising your weapon on them, try to lend a hand. Listen to their story, heal their broken wound, and guide them to a happy ending."

After hearing those words from the Queen, he couldn't understand what she could have meant. As the white carriage carried on, Lucian was sent off to attend Royal Sword Academy to start off with his quest.

"Don't worry, little apple. Maybe once you meet this other vessel, they might not be so bad after all." (Snow White)

"Hard to say, I couldn't forgive what Ursula did to my father." (Queen Ariel)

"Same here. The Queen is just pacifiest." (Sultaness Jasmine)

"Wild Flower, just take easy and enjoy the view outside or get some sleep before you arrive." (Queen Aurora)

'I will. Thank's, Mother Aurora.' (Lucian)

It's been 9 months and still can't find the evil flower vessel. Lucian had been busy with their school life, finishing essays, group projects, sword practice, upcoming potion presentation, and keeping quiet bein the vessel of the protagonists, and their sidekicks. Well, not that everyone knnows about them except his home country.

He even got himself some sort of cat beast which he encounter during his orientation. A female magical cat beast with white fur and their pink flaming tail. With name suggestions from the noble sevens, they name it Felicia.

Friday was here, Lucian went to a fast food place to eat dinner as he can't cook anything other than making breakfest. As he walk out with his food, there he sense it.

'The evil flower must have been near.' (Lucian)

"Be careful kiddo. Remember to what my decendant said." (Hercules)

"Don't draw attention, cub." (Simba)

As to what they said, Lucian looked around his suroundings. There he saw a figure in the distance far away, and their....huh? Is it another magical cat?

"Grim, we need to head back home. The sun is setting." (???)

"Mmm..." (Grim)

"Aww~ You went fast asleep. Dont worry, I'll cary you back." (???)

To Lucian surprise, this person, the evil flower the king told him, just turn out to be a teenager like him. As he walk to them, he feels a powerful aura from them.

"Oh? Can I help you?" (???)

And... CLIFFHANGER! Now as for Lucian, I thought about him being the "Yuu" version of RSA, just the opposite as for Yuu in NRC are friendly than the rest of NRC students.

And if he is a similar of Yuu, then he should get a magical familiar. A ragdoll cat, the opposite of Grim by having flames inside of his ears and having a pitchfork tail like.

With Felicia, she has a pink tail flame, and little feather wings by their paws for glidding, not flying. The name is referance to the kitten in The Artistocats movie. She would have a have scarf with the magic stone on it.

Now time to prepare myself as the Diasomnia Arc part 5 is tomoroow.

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OC Profile

Tagged by @spyridonya and @turbulentpumpkin43 to do this. Gonna do Hilde, Sakura (my wotr commanders), Ethyn (kingmaker baroness), Taliira, and Grace (my tavs)

Not tagging anyone specific, but if you see this consider yourself tagged!

Hilde

NAME: Hilde Svalksdottir

NICKNAME: My Azata (Arueshalae), Chief (Woljif), Peach (Woljif, Daeran, Seelah)

GENDER: Cis woman

STAR SIGN: The Daughter (Taurus)

HEIGHT: 5’1”

ORIENTATION: Demisexual Lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Land of Linnorm Kings/Musetouched Aasimar

FAVORITE FRUIT: Peaches and Nectarines

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer in the Land of Linnorm Kings, Winter everywhere else

FAVORITE FLOWER: Violas

FAVORITE SCENT: Lilac

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate with marshmallows

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5-6 hours, 7-ish post war

DOGS OR CATS: Dragons! (And cats)

DREAM TRIP: Kyonin

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 4 + Arueshalae

RANDOM FACT: Hilde dedicates an hour a day at minimum to writing poetry or her saga. She’s very diligent about never missing this time.

Taliira

NAME: Taliira Mel’thaal

NICKNAME: Ta (Karlach), Sunset (Shadowheart),

GENDER: Cis woman

STAR SIGN: Sagittarius (not sure if Toril has its own astrological signs)

HEIGHT: 5’7”

ORIENTATION: Bisexual, female lean

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Menzobarranzan/ Drow Elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: Luurden fruit (apples on the surface)

FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn

FAVORITE FLOWER: Sussur Blooms

FAVORITE SCENT: Fresh Rain

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea, any kind

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 4 hours of trancing

DOGS OR CATS: Spiders!

DREAM TRIP: Tears of Selune

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Karlach

RANDOM FACT: Before fleeing to the surface, Taliira was a professional spider raiser and an amateur gardener.

Sakura

NAME: Sakura Redpetal

NICKNAME: Snow (Camellia)

GENDER: Non-binary femme-adjacent (she/they)

STAR SIGN: The Mother (Virgo)

HEIGHT: 4’11 (5’3 with ears)

ORIENTATION: Raging Pansexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Jinin (Tian Xia)/ Kitsune

FAVORITE FRUIT: Strawberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Hemlock

FAVORITE SCENT: Jasmine

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea with honey

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-7

DOGS OR CATS: She’ll say foxes, but it’s secretly cats

DREAM TRIP: Mwangi

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 3, usually also a person

RANDOM FACT: She raised a smilodon she found as a cub, her name is Snowdrift and she’s Sakura’s closest friend.

Ethyn

NAME: Ethyn Aivela Roseveil

NICKNAME: My Hound (Nyrissa), Rose (Nyrissa, Octavia, Regongar)

GENDER: Cis woman

STAR SIGN: The Rider (Gemini)

HEIGHT: 5’3”

ORIENTATION: Pansexual, female lean

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Lastwall/Half-elf

FAVORITE FRUIT: Raspberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Roses

FAVORITE SCENT: Nyrissa’s garden

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs

DREAM TRIP: Tian Xia

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2, one as a backup

RANDOM FACT: Ethyn performs a daily ritual where she paints something or someone beautiful and leaves the painting somewhere for anyone to take it.

Grace

NAME: Grace, formerly Aracyra Bloodmoon

NICKNAME: Red (Karlach, many others)

GENDER: Trans woman

STAR SIGN: Capricorn

HEIGHT: 4’11

ORIENTATION: Bisexual, male lean

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Baldurian/Mephistopheles Tiefling

FAVORITE FRUIT: Goodberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Hibiscus

FAVORITE SCENT: The sea

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5, then the nightmares hit

DOGS OR CATS: Cats!

DREAM TRIP: Feywild

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: As many as possible

RANDOM FACT: Grace’s tail is extremely expressive and she has no control over it. It wags when she’s talking to someone she likes and the tip tends to point at wherever her invisible patron’s tail is pointing.

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Name one quirk about each baby that makes then unique from the rest. What is something that is shared with all of them?

Adilah - Sinbad   Nabil - Modi   Esita/Emmy - Eugene  Jamon - Viserys   Fareeda- Dean   James - Steve   Lakia - Esmer   Amir - Hans and Malik - Loptr

I’m going to start out with what they all share, and it is very easy. They all not only take after their mother more in features, but also prefer her over the dads. Every single one. (Dads try to out due her, but you bet the first word from their lips are mamma and they will walk to her instead of them if given the option)

Adilah (sinner and sinnamon roll): She is the adventurous one. She is the one who will jump into the water no matter where they are. She will climb the tall steep mountains and look down without being frightened. It comes with being the daughter of Sinbad, but I believe that it makes her that much ready to take over the family’s…”business”.

Nabil (Arabian Nights): Nabil is the unique in how he is in general. He is the only child who came from a god and Jasmine. He is stronger, and lives longer than humans can. He is able to speak any language, and is strikingly handsome. (Thanks to his genetics). He is fiercely loyal to his parents, and wants nothing more than to make them proud of him. He may take after Modi, but his features, especially when he is angry, sounds and looks like his mother.

Esita/Emmy(Love the Goatee): She is unique in how…funny enough…how she is able to copy/mock her father perfectly. She is a sweetheart, but she sometimes likes to do silly things. This includes mocking her dad. As a baby when he is scolding her, she suddenly will pout her lips out, and in baby gibberish, copy his exact movements and looks. This continues up as she gets older, and in pictures, she perfectly executes the smolder. Whenever Jasmine is wanting to show how silly Eugene is acting, Esita/Emmy just steps forward and does the same thing, and they laugh over it.

Jamon (the tiger fell in love with the dragon): His way of handling things. All of his siblings are calm and usually ones to think before they get into fights. Not this boy. He is quick to act upon things, take action and seize something that he believes should be in a certain place, or his. It is something he gained from his father. It is also what makes him a great heir, since he is quick at handling things and in matter of seconds, knows what must be done.

Fareeda (teeccino): She is the artistic one. She can take something you wouldn’t think could be made into something, and doing just that. Though most parents would hate their children drawing on their walls, Jasmine never minded it. It was because her daughter grew through getting that freedom, and became better at her paintings and sketches. My canon is that when she is older, she actually is a famous artist, and has a gallery where she helps other artists show off their work, and that includes her dad’s.

James (Love next door) : James is the softest one. He has the biggest heart. He is the son who spends all day at shelters and comes home just in time for Thanksgiving dinner, or volunteers at as many organizations as he can. See someone needing help? James is the boy to do it. His parents are insanely proud of him for this, and know he will be great when he is older. 

Lakia: She is the most musical talented. With the combination of Esmer’s talent in dancing, and Jasmine’s voice, she is envied by all. Lakia however doesn’t try to flaunt it, and hates it when she is put on the spot to sing when she doesn’t feel like it. It’s the reason why she tries to avoid people who approach her to sing in big grand parties, or for an act she has no interest in. She rather stay with her family, and enjoy doing it when she pleases.

Amir (ice and flowers): He is the child who reads emotions the best. He knows when to get out of a situation, what to say to calm someone down, what to do to make someone happy. He however tries to do it subtle ways, because he knows how easy it is for him to do so, might seem strange to others.

Malik (Hero to Romeo): He is the funny baby to Jasmine. Why? Because since he was able to move, he was trying to “protect” his parents. He would make angry noises and flap his arms and puts himself between his parents and something he doesn’t approve of. Whether it be an animal, a person (Helga’s husband is the most common), or an object, he is trying his best. As he gets older this fades a little, but he does hover protectively over his mother when they go into town or have to travel. He knows his mother while brave, can not out power all men, and he will protect her.

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Childhood bliss, a beautiful yet envious object of conversation for many when getting to know the best of someone.

"Yeah my childhood was just work work work." Groaned man with the lavender swirls of hair that lays side ways on a lounging couch. Joe is currently surrounded with his other workmates and friends in the hotel room taking a union break from their jobs and busy life. "Oh come on there has to have been something good in your childhood." Prodded Malfie, his green eyes looking at his friend who simply shrugs. After that, he turned to everyone else, "Anyone?"

Ms Hades spoke up rather fast, "It was always studying and parents bickering. Though I guess I could argue it was nice to bond with my mother but she never visited me so guess not so much." Veil shrugged her small shoulders, "I wasn't really a child back then even with a body of one. It was always the church." Malfie sighed and hung his head before looking to Pretty Scar fast. "What about you-" He gets stopped fast buy Farja's hand smacking his shoulder. You see, everyone's been... careful since the events of gossips and rumors around the hyena girl since it opened up wounds that very obviously hurt her badly, it wasn't as if they were being mean just don't really know how to...react.

Though it was too late, Pretty Scar was already thinking. "I'd say..."

A little hyena cub jumps onto a rock of a pile of dirt and climbs higher up, brown eyes shining under the sun beams making a lovely orange hue and tint instead like a painting mask. Upon her small paws finally reaching the highest stone her ears perk against the wind as the sun rising pass the large vase of land made up of dark and browns and some greens and yellows and reds much like the skies large orange pink clouded vision of mystical beauty.

Pretty Scar's eyes flutter as she smiles, "The sunrise. It was always beautiful no matter where I was." Jack smiles and softly nudges her. "Of course only you would say something like that."

The groups were interrupted when a knock happens at the door. "I'll get it." Mumbled Joe as he sat up with a groan and stalked over to the door while everyone went back to coffee.

Suddenly there was a yelp and a thud-

"Hurry up we'll be late!" Called out Vince as he fixes his coat yet again as he hears footsteps echo off the stairs. "We're coming we're coming you Sir Lord of Time." Whined his brother Jack, Cece behind him stiffing a chuckle before she yawned.

Before anyone moved forward the smell of brimstone, jasmine, and sea salt tickles the Kemonohito household's noses and a large bright shine happens. After getting over the shock of the fit of light everyone stared in the living room to fine their new odd friends that are the Villain Recruiters though something was odd with them. "What have I mentioned before, careful with summons in the living room!" Argued Valerie as she hurries over.

Then she stops.

And when she stops you know something really isn't right.

Curiously, the children of Valerie walked their way to their friends and pauses fast on what they see... In the arms of some are a little girl with light eyes and dark black wavy hair with a golden bracelet on her wrist and a tiny chubby boy with pale skin and wet mop of light hair or behind others are a tiny thin girl with a mess of curly brown hair and ears and tail of a hyena and a flat nose beside a slightly taller girl with light hair in a bob.

"What happened?!" Yelped Malachite, regretting it when the boy tears up and starts whining in which Malfie held him closer. Zuri squinted at one of the girls, her nose scrunch up as she ponders before asking, "Pretty Scar?" The girl with ears giggles and waves her arms around. Lady Hook held the girl with light hair near her as she answers the first question, "We don't know. There was a knock and Joe answered and now this happened!" "And you came her why?" Asked Nadia who dealt beside her lookalike who's holding the first girl with dark hair to look at her more. The recruiters were silent at first before Dalmatia opened his mouth, "We need help. We can't tell their masters this for obvious reasons and telling Mr V or Miss Scatter will for sure lead them knowing, but we can't just let their spots be empty."

Cece sighs, "So you want us to cover?" "Well cover isn't really the word- Please, this is newer than any other time and we can't leave them." Begged Jack Heart.

Before anyone could say anything, the little Pretty Scar ran from behind Dalmatia across the apartment until she made it to one of the large windows that show the city. Valerie squints her eyes, "Is that your coat?" "Look they obviously got too small for their clothes we had to work fast with four sudden naked children in our care okay?" The mom remained silent as she stared at the small hyena girl. It's strange... she looks a lot like Zuri but different obviously. They all look so much like her children with the touches of differences.

This is a fic idea I had but I have some blanks on ideas but full things in hand

Been listening to this on loop

Valerie and the Kemonohito family belongs to @crazyyanderefangirlfan and I was kind of hoping once you feel better boo if they can help continue this fic in a form of us taking turns writing parts. Kind of like how me and @gay-salt-amber do our fics

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Chapter 8: Mornings and Neckties

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“Don’t you love me anymore?” Kuroo asks. You cup his cheeks and pull his face closer since he was backing away. There’s sadness in his eyes, anyone can tell that. “You’ve just been so distant lately. I understand that it may be because you’re busy with work, but I don’t know. You just feel different ever since that Yuta guy walked you home.”

“Yuta has nothing to do with this. I told you I stopped talking to him after that night,” you sigh, letting go of his face.

“If it has nothing to do with him, then it must be something else.” Kuroo sits on your desk that is behind him. “What is it love?”

“Let’s talk about it at home.” You try to shrug the topic off but he tugs on your hand, pulling your body to stand in between his legs. The warmth of his hand is contrasting with your cold one.

“I want to talk about it now,” he says as firmly as his hold on your hand. You take a deep breath in before maintaining eye contact with him. Your mouth opens and you don’t even know what you’re saying. All you know is that you’re finally letting out your pent up anger and frustration that is caused by his toxic traits and your unsteady relationship.

What amazes you is how calm Kuroo is. He is listening to every word you’re saying and isn’t showing any foul reaction. His fingers run up and down your forearm to calm you down, abling you to speak properly.

After your final complaint, the room falls silent. Not knowing what to do, you lower your head and tears fall out of your eyes. Kuroo’s hand travel to your lower back, his fingers drawing small circles. You’re getting ready to flee the room because he isn’t saying anything to you. The silence was deafening and hurting your ears. Just when you are about to leave, he speaks.

“I know for a fact that if I apologize, it wouldn’t be enough. I won’t make any excuses and take responsibility for the hurt I’ve caused you. If you want to leave, I won’t force you to stay with me or ask for another chance. But if you do give me a chance, I’ll make sure you don’t regret your choice.”

“If you’re worried about our parents, I can talk to them. You don’t have to suffer from our relationship just to prove that you’re a good daughter.” Kuroo’s arms are wrapped around you. It’s tight. His hold is tight. He’s savoring every moment because this might be the last time he gets to have you in his arms.

Kuroo is acting calm, but deep inside, his heart is shattering and his thoughts are all over the place. He’s trying so hard to choose the right words to tell you. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s okay with letting you go or he’s forcing you to stay. All he wants at the moment is not to be selfish and choose you over his pride.

Kuroo doesn’t believe in gods or anything spiritual, but right now, he’s praying that you choose whatever makes you happy. Of course he hopes that you stay, but your euphoria matters more.

Leaning your head on Kuroo’s shoulder, you cry harder. What makes him think you can leave him? You could have left on the first year of your marriage when he never said a thing to you. You could have left when he said he will never fall in love with you. You could have ran away when you saw him sleep with another girl. You could have ended your relationship when you found out he was in love with Alisa.

You were given all the reasons and chances to leave, but at the end of the day you always choose to stay. Today, as foolish as you can be, you’ll stay again.

“I’ll stay...” you mutter in between cries. “Who’ll fix your necktie before you go to work if we break up?” You try to lighten up the mood and it works since Kuroo chuckles. Your husband plants a long kiss on your temple, eyes closed shut. The tears he had been holding back finally falls, his hold getting tighter.

But you don’t see it. You don’t see how he’s crying for you just like you’re crying for him.

“Thank you for staying.”

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Your relationship has gotten better ever since the two of you talked. Kuroo wasn’t joking when he said that you won’t regret your choice if you ever stay. He has been nothing but a good spouse to you since that day. Literally, the best out there. Sometimes you wonder if he would’ve become like this, too, if you told him earlier.

Right now, he’s cooking breakfast while you wait at the dining table. You agreed on a rule that the two of you eat together as much as possible. If his lunch breaks allow, he comes to your office just to eat with you. He even brings desserts for your coworkers.

Kuroo has also implied that he drives you to your workplace everyday, and he fetches you wherever you are at whatever time. You got off work at 2AM? Kuroo’s still picking you up. You have an event that ends at 5AM? He will wake up just to make sure you get home.

Your husband doesn’t forget to bring you flowers, too. Sometimes it’s a big bouquet, some other days it’s a single stem. It’s a different flower every day since “it all has different meanings.” Red Camellias because “you are the flame in my heart. White Clovers because he wants you to think of him and him alone. Yellow Jasmines because he said and you quote, “you are grace. You are elegant. Be the Jasmine to my Aladdin.”

Others will think that it’s overbearing, but you don’t mind at all. You love seeing the tall man wrapped around your tiny finger. You are happy to see the real him. The dorky, caring, competitive Kuroo Tetsuro.

“What do you want to eat for lunch later?” Kuroo asks you as the two of you start eating your first meal of the day. “I only have a half day today, so I have time to buy lunch.”

“You.”

“You’re getting bolder each day,” Kuroo chuckles at your teasing remark. “Do you have plans after work?”

“I have to buy something at the mall. And then maybe we can eat dinner at that restaurant your sister recommended.”

The two of you eat and then prepare for work together. Every morning, you share the mirror and laugh at each other’s faces while you brush your teeth. You make fun of his hair and attempt to put it down, but of course it doesn’t. He chooses your blush and lipstick and applies it on you. Those are all part of your new morning routine. But it doesn’t end there.

“I’m starting to think you’re purposely tying your necktie the wrong way so I can fix it,” you point out as the two of you stand in front of each other at the doorway, your fingers skillfully fixing the grey textured tie that matched his black suit.

“Maybe I am,” he answers, and you don’t see the playful smirk plastered on his face because you were too busy on fixing the garment. Even with heels on, you’re still shorter than him. And Kuroo loves that fact. He loves how he can see your brows furrow in seriousness. He loves the way your fingers move. He loves the domestic feeling the moment is exerting. Aside from seeing your face first thing in the morning, this is his favorite part of the morning.

“And it’s done.” You slide your palms over his shoulders and chest, flattening the creases of his suit. Your hands stop on his shoulders and you look up to him, smiling proudly. Kuroo leans down for a kiss which you gladly accepted.

Kuroo pulls back, but his hands are still on your hips, not allowing you to move away from him. “Thank you,” he tells as he stares at your face as if he is gazing at the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

“What?” Unused to his stare, you giggle out of confusion. But he continues to stare. “If you’re just gonna stare at me, we’re both gonna be late for work.”

Kuroo doesn’t say anything and leans back again to peck on the side of your mouth, barely touching your lips. Then, he proceeds to kiss your cheek. After that, he nibbles on your jaw. Next, his lips travel down to your neck and he gives a short but sensual kiss on the skin. His slowly graze from your neck going all the way to the back of your ear.

Meanwhile, your knees are getting weak and your brain is steaming inside. Your cheeks are burning up and you can feel the whole zoo in your stomach. He has that much impact on you. ‘This is too much for a Wednesday morning.’

You’re back to your senses when he plants one last kiss on the back of your ear before his breath fans over it.

“I love you,” Kuroo whispers.

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Facts:

The tiger in the Aladdin film, Rajah, was originally a circus tiger as a cub, who found his way into the Sultan's palace after escaping the touring circus group during a visit to Agrabah. He was discovered by a then-young Princess Jasmine, who assumed the cub was a gift from her deceased mother.

Neckties were not originally used for the sense of fashion; they were so thick that not even a strong sword could penetrate it.

Neckties are the most famous gift given on Father’s Day

Those who collect ties are known as grabatologists

There are 177,147 ways in which you can tie and necktie.

It takes approximately 110 silk worms to make one high quality silk necktie.

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Kingdom Hearts Disney Character Daemons

I’ve finally done it, and made a list of all 59 human Disney character’s Daemons that appear in Kingdom Hearts.

I’ve listed them in Game Order and then World Order, with Worlds appearing in subsequent games only listed in the first game they debuted in including all characters, even if they themselves didn’t appear in that game (eg. Olympus is only listed in KH1, but includes Meg). I’ve added notes as well for a ‘quick analysis or things I’ve found out while researching the animals, names or characters.

Since it’s a monster of a list, I’ve saved everyone some Dash space and listed everything under the cut.

Kingdom Hearts

Wonderland

Alice: Unsettled, usually in the form of a cat. Jacob (Dinah)

Queen of Hearts: Anna’s Hummingbird. Basil

Notes: I wasn’t sure if I was going to include the Queen or not- but I decided to, since there isn’t anything that says she’s not human. I chose a hummingbird for her for her frequent mood swings due to the fact that (male) hummingbirds can get very aggressive.

Olympus Coliseum

Hercules: Pegasus (he’s half mortal so, they’d be extraordinary)

Megera: Ferret. Creon

Notes: I’ve found myself with a stereotype that if I can’t find a particular animal for a Daemon, I simply make them a mustalidae, but I think it works with Megera as she gives off a fem-fetale confidence.

Deep Jungle

Tarzan: African Fish Eagle. Juana

Jane: Jewel Beetle (Chrysochroa fulgidissima). Iain

Clayton: Sabor

Notes: These were some of the hardest Daemons I’ve had to place, since I could not think of what to give them (apart from Clayton). But looking closer at Tarzan and Jane’s personalities, I chose what I feel are fitting Daemons, with the Eagle being a symbol of bravery, and the Beetle being a symbol for intellect and quirkiness.

Agrabah

Aladin: Sadaf (Abu)

Jasmine: Arabian Mau. Dara

Jafar: Jacqueline (Iago)

Notes: I did almost give Jasmine Rajah for her Daemon, but wanted something smaller and less imposing, but equally as outgoing, so I decided to keep in the Feline family. Also, TIL; Iago is Welsh for Jack.

Monstro

Gepetto: Fidela (Figaro)

Notes: I do want to say that I think that once Pinocchio becomes human he would get a Daemon, and that Daemon would be Jimminy, granted by the Blue Fairy. But considering Jimminy’s role in the KH franchise, I thought it would be weird for him to be traveling with Sora + co.

Neverland

Wendy: Unsettled, Mostly takes the form of a Bluebird. Geoffrey

Peter: Unsettled, usually the form of a Cuckoo. Ceil

Slightly: Unsettled, usually in the form of a Vixen. Jackie

Cubby:  Unsettled, usually in the form of a Black bear cub. Thea

Hook: Slender Mongoose. Adelaide

Mr. Smee: Mallard duck. Deryn

Notes: Smee’s Daemon was going to be a Schipperke (a small black dog) until I looked up Smee’s name and found it was a common old name to call Waterfowl (mainly ducks and Smews), and his personality fit!

Kingdom Hearts II

Land of Dragons

Mulan: Cri-Kee

Le Shang: Pallas Cat. Ushas

Shan Yu: Hayabusa

Ling: Japanese Macaque. Binh

Yao: Hamadryas Baboon. Jie

Chien Po: White-Cheeked Macaque.Yu

The Emperor: Indochinese Tigress. Indrani

Notes: I based Ling, Yao and Chien Po on the three wise monkeys in terms of Daemon themes. The White-Cheeked Macaque isn’t the best choice, however, since it was only recently discovered..

Beast’s Castle

Belle: Eurasian Jay. Clarus

‘Beast’: Wild European Sow (Boar). Addison

Notes: I wasn’t going to give Beast a Daemon at first- she’d only appear in his human form at the end credits scene anyway, but I chose to give him one of his design inspirations, since the personality matched.

Port Royal

Capt. Jack Sparrow: Sparrow Hawk. Wyleye

William Turner Jr: Arctic Tern. Vilma

Elizabeth Swann: Barnacle Goose. Aaron

Capt. Hector Barbosa: Great Skua. Rossa

Notes: Yes, they’re all birds because all of their names (apart from Barbossa) were names of birds. I changed Jack’s from just ‘Sparrow’ to ‘Sparrowhawk’ since I think that suited him more. Also, Skuas may look like a drab seagull, but they are mean little things that rob other birds for food and eat chicks!

Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep

Enchanted Dominion

Aurora: Boreal Owl. Garrik

Maleficent: Diablo

Flora: European Robin. Zephyr

Fauna: Dunnock. Silvius

Merryweather: Great tit. Onofrio

Notes: I’ve already talked about the Fairies before and haven’t changed their Daemons. Aurora is an owl because owls are stereotyped into two things: being knowledgeable, and being tired all the time. Disney themselves play to this trope a lot too.

Castle of Dreams

Cinderella: Jaq

Lady Tremaine: Lucifer

Anastasia Tremaine: Lion Tamarin. Bion

Drizella Tremaine: Peacock Pheasant. Felix

Notes: I chose the sister’s Daemons for specific reasons. They’re both prideful in their looks, singing voice and being ‘better than’ Cinderella. the two most common animals that symbolize pride is the lion and the peacock. giving these animals as Daemons to the sisters gives them a falseness about them. They may see themselves as all these good things, but in reality- they’re nothing but a sham.

Dwarf Woodland

The Queen/Witch Hag: Panther(leopard)/Rook. Gunnar

Snowwhite: Bluetit. Vardan

Notes: When matching Daemons to characters, I like to do research on those characters, and as it turns out- the Queen was going to be given a black panther as an animal companion in early drafts of Snow White. This was changed to a crow that lives in her potions’ lair later on. I gave her two forms, because I could foresee her using magic on her Daemon to make the disguise more complete.

Dream Drop Distance

La Citè des Cloches

Quasimodo: White Dove. Natalie

Judge Claude Frolo: Silver Fox. Agrippina

Esmerelda: Djai

Captain Phoebus: Goldcrest. Petra

Notes: I don’t have much to say here other than Pheobus’ Daemon was chosen based on his name alone, since they are small birds with a very bright crest that looks like sunshine when it catches the light.

The Grid

Kevin: Tarsier. Doireann

Sam: Marva (Marvin)

Notes: I did this very late on and very quickly due to me forgetting that Sam and Kevin are humans in this world! even at a quick look, I think I got them right.

Kingdom Hearts III

Kingdom of Corona

Rapunzel: Pascal

Flynn: Eurasian Magpie. Owena

Mother Gothel: Orchid Mantis. Chrysanthos

Notes: I only really had trouble with Flynn’s Daemon, but landed on a magpie because they both like shiny things- like enormous piles of money.

Arendelle

Elsa: Ermine. Vetle

Anna: Mountain Hare. Kai

Kristoff: Svalbard Reindeer. Bae

Hans: European Wolf. Gerda

Notes: I based Elsa’s Daemon from the early concept of Frozen, where she was going to be an evil queen with a coat of living Ermine. Other than hers, all other Daemons are based on the original Book’s characters, with Hans’ Daemon being named after the main character, which further amplifies the end twist.

San Fransokyo

Hiro: Japanese Beetle. Kei

Gogo: Hedgehog. Hwan

Honey Lemon: Bumble-Bee. Benigno

Fred: Iguana. Pamela

Wasabi: Mediterranean Mantis. Ginger

Notes: I originally had them all as Insects, but I have forgotten what other insects I had for Go-go and Fred, but I still feel I gave them the right choice.

END If you’ve made it this far, congratulations! my days of hard work was not wasted!

[twstedgrils]

Oc Master Post

Alright! I finally have all my ocs designed and written down! This is the official debut post for this oc blog! It’s really long (gotta go through 10 ocs lmao) so I’ll put a read more so it’s easier to scroll past. If your interested, please read and even ask me questions! I really want to interact with this fandom since everyone seems so nice and funny!

And yes, I did put grils instead of girls on purpose...I’m funny I swear

So I first want to say that my ocs are in an au, one which has NRC have female students (but still in low numbers) and an 8th dorm based on Captain Hook (making Ramshackle the 9th). Also Crowley is a tiny bit nicer to our mc in this au, mostly cause he’s basically her weird dad lol

There’s another addition to this au, but that’ll be addressed in my MC insert’s bio.

I’ll also list additional info that the text in the refs don’t address, including body types because I wanted my ocs to be diverse in that aspect.

Another thing, shipping. Oh great seven, shipping will be a free for all for me. I really like shipping. So any ship and every ship will be possible (as long as it’s not with Cheka or Ortho, cause no. Human Grim is fine, but he has to be in human form). With that in mind this blog will be very self-indulgent when it comes to shipping and such. 

I’ll come back to this to edit when I develop these girls more.

So first off we’ll start with my MC!self-insert!

I didn’t know what outfit to put her in, since Ramshackle doesn’t have a dorm uniform, so I just put her in her pjs (which were provided by Crowley).

Birthday: Feb 4 (my b-day lolol)

Best Subject: Math

Worst Subject: PE (for valid medical reasons)

Hobby: Drawing

Homeland: Not of TW

Body Type: Average

Charlotte (or Charlie as people call her) is usually quiet, especially when she first arrives in TW. But the more she’s comfortable around the people, the more she reveals her inner sass. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she’s as much as a dumbass as the ADeuce duo.

She’s also has albinism, but she used to constantly dye her hair into a more strawberry blonde so she wouldn’t get picked on by other kids. This condition also leads to her having to take many breaks during PE so she won’t burn.

She may like cats, but Grim really tests her fondness for them. But once it’s found out he can take a human form (and becomes more chill due to the amount of energy it takes to maintain said form) the two actually become the best of friends, which shocks the first year gang. 

Design Inspiration: White Rabbit and March Hare

Birthday: Feb 29

Best Subject: History

Unique Magic: Golden Doorknob (Summons a golden doorknob on any surface, making it a door to anywhere the user thinks of. Example, placing the knob on Ramshackle's walls and walks into NRC's Cafeteria via the door)

Worst Subject: Chemistry

Hobby: Track

Homeland: Afterglow

Body Type: Pear shape

Whitney is what you expect from a rabbit, timid, nervous, shy, anxiety filled, and easily intimidated. At first. If you manage it anger her, suddenly you’ll be hit by both a Scottish war cry and a rabbit kick. When she’s angry, she’s a rage filled bunny who throws the most foul of curses. Her switches are rivaled to Deuce’s bad boy switch. And just like the boy, when she calms down she get’s very flustered. 

She doesn’t talk to many people, as she hates attention. But after some she does become acquainted with the boys, almost on the line of friendship with each. 

Design Inspiration: Shere Kahn and Tigger

Birthday: Set 28

Unique Magic: Fun! Fun! Fun! (turns any part of their body into a bouncy spring. Often the tail is used)

Best Subject: PE

Worst Subject: Chemistry

Hobby: Basket Weaving and making jewelry

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Body Type: Apple shape (broad shoulders)

Kaya is seen as a tough no bs girl, many females admire how she can go woman-to-man with the Savanaclaw males. But actually she’s nothing but a goofball that loves to tend to baby animals and make cute things. She has a talent for making beautiful woven baskets and earrings. She helps Ruggie a lot whenever she sees him overun by errands. 

She does have a tendency to nap anywhere and everywhere like Leona and Silver, but she apologizes sheepishly when woken up. Because of her napping habit, she tends to stay up late into the night.

Design Inspiration: None

Birthday: May 24

Unique Magic: Second Chance (let’s the user go back to a certain point to try again. Only activated when close to death)

Best Subject: Chemistry

Worst Subject: History

Hobby: Singing and baking

Homeland: Coral Sea

Body Type: Petite

Wendy is a very small moon jellyfish mermaid. She was home-schooled by her mother under the sea, while her father ran a business on land. She visited land often to see her father, fascinated by all neon lights shining in the city.

She’s very quiet, like she’s actually a selective mute. She doesn’t tend to hangout with people because she fears most don’t like her because of her selective muteness. Oddly enough though, she’s always seen with Floyd, to the bafflement of everyone. She finds the eels mannerisms amusing.

She loves to sing, but doesn’t want anyone but her secret singing buddy (Daria) to listen to her. Her voice is very high pitched, but soft that it’s almost hard to hear. She also loves baking, often seen helping Jade and Floyd with preparing the sugary foods and drinks Monstro Lounge offers.

Design Inspiration: Iago and Jasmine’s red outfit

Birthday: Aug 5

Unique Magic: Dancer’s Delight (charms anyone who sees her dancing, perfect for distraction)

Best Subject: None

Worst Subject: None

Hobby: Dancing

Homeland: Land of Hot Sands

Body Type: Hourglass

Layla is like that one person who teases everyone and sees most as her friend. She uses both her height and pretty features to get a rise and fluster anyone. Her main victim is Jamil, much to his displeasure. She gets along great with Kalim, fueling his antics of carpet riding and shenanigans. But she does help Jamil in taking care of Kalim, often seeing the snake whisperer overworked.

She’s usually seen hanging out with Kaya and Whitney (with the rabbit being flustered by both of the taller females). She’s drawn to most in the Savanaclaw dorm, as she has the urge to pet their ears. She and Kaya are in the same class, so the two always buddy together, helping each other if needed.

Back home she comes from a line of exotic dancers, always entertaining other for money. With this in mind, she practices her dancing everyday. She hopes she can live up to the expectations her family has put on her. She’s not wealthy, but she’s not poor, so she doesn’t get too surpised over Kalim’s wealth. But she still does, especially when Kalim once offered to get her a tiger cub (she refused though).

Design Inspiration: Myself and Medusa (Hercules tv show)

Birthday: Mar 27

Unique Magic: Snake Eyes (paralyzes anyone with her stare if activated, even herself if she looks in the mirror)

Best Subject: History

Worst Subject: Math

Hobby: Painting and singing

Homeland: Isle of Lamentation

Body Type: Chubby

Daria is another quiet and reserved girl, she’s not shy per say but she prefers people to approach her than the other way. She doesn’t particularly like that she was sorted into Pomefiore, cause all she wants to do is paint and sing. This leads her to grow close to Epel and anger Vil. She purposefully doesn’t do anything to her appearance, only brushing her hair as she hates tangles. 

She tends to stay in a secret area with Wendy, singing with the fellow quiet girl. If not that then she’s doing artwork in her dorm room, ignoring anyone who dares to pull her away from her work. Often times this leads to both her and Vil having a glaring contest cause she didn’t sleep (”Too busy painting” she says.) or forgot to do her morning skincare routine.

Design Inspiration: Phosphora (Kid Icarus) and Electra (backstory)

Birthday: Jul 16

Unique Magic: Sparks Fly (allows the user to transfer any electricity from any device around her into her prosthetics)

Best Subject: Math

Worst Subject: None

Hobby: Modifying her prosthetic limbs

Homeland: Rose Kingdom

Body Type: Top heavy

Elina is the mom friend, always giving others affection and helping them when she can. Because of her affectionate self, she treats Ortho like her little brother. You’ll often see her playing with the boy, or in her room working on her prosthetics (with Idia helping). She loves making her limbs look non-human, but she has more human structure legs for school (as to not weird out her classmates too much). She’s made them since young, always improving and modernizing her limbs.

Because of a tragic accident, she has prosthetics for both legs and her left arm. And has trauma over car races or cars going over the speed limit. She never mentions her family around others, but it shows how much she cares for them. The same could be said for her friends.

Design Inspiration: Chernabog

Birthday: Jun 6

Unique Magic: ???

Best Subject: History

Worst Subject: Chem

Hobby: Making Clothes

Homeland: Valley of Thorns

Body Type: Shortstack

Maria is basically the opposite of Lilia, while he looks young but acts maturely she looks mature but acts like a complete child. Most believe she’s staff before she has to explain that she’s a student. She’s not a brat (thank sevens) but she is very naive and innocent. This causes for her dorm mates to become somewhat protective if someone makes a pass on her (she never notices cause she thinks they’re just being nice). 

She has a talent with designing clothes, no one can explain why. Many have approached her to pay for her designs, but she refuses. She says she much prefers to just make and gift her designs to anyone. When she’s working, it’s the most mature you’ll see her. Everyone she’s interacted with has at least one thing she’s made, whether they wanted it or not.

Design Inspiration: Hook and Scarlet (the female animatronic from the pirate ride)

Birthday: Dec 25

Unique Magic: The Sea’s Rage (a passive ability that allows the user to access inhuman strength, allowing her to lift even Jack or Malleus)

Best Subject: None

Worst Subject: All

Hobby: Pick-pocketing

Homeland: The Savage Seas

Body Type: Flat (Looks average thanks to her corset)

Jessie is the dorm leader of Bonäuber, a dorm based upon The Captain of the Seas, who is held almost as high regards as the Great Seven. She’s a very childish and extremely cocky girl. She always praises herself for being the best out of everyone, when in actuality she’s not the brightest. The only thing she is good at she is shooting a gun, loving a good hunt. She also has a child fascination for board games, so she often plays (and loses) with Azul and Idia. 

Most don’t like her because she has a bad habit of stealing from anyone and everyone. This is because of her hard childhood, having to steal to survive with no family. The Savage Seas, and the isles among it, were tough on those with no wealth. It wasn’t until a kind pirate gifted saved her from a beating and gifted her a gold coin, her first coin. She now wears the coin on her neck and vows to become a pirate as great as The Captain, using her loot to make others who were in her shoes to have a good life. Because of her ambitions, she always goes for the rich when looting, Kalim being her main target. But because of how nice and generous he is, she gets flustered and runs away without a single coin. (It’s really cute ngl)

As a dorm leader she’s overly not strict, the most she can be is over how clean the dormitory is. Uniform isn’t strict as well, only forcing those in the dorm to wear the striped shirt, vest, belt, bandanna, and boots. Bottoms can be anything, and the corsets were optional. Most dorm members were interestingly mostly females, which confused many. 

Their dorm building is a functioning pirate ship, usually docked on a deserted island. Occasionally the dorm will go on an adventure, since most are those who love the sea and can’t stay in one place. 

Design Inspiration: Smee and Tick Tock Croc (and maybe Louis from the princess and the frog)

Birthday: Oct 3

Unique Magic: When I’m Human (let’s the user take a human form with little drawback, like Kalim’s Oasis Maker. This slowly wears off if the user is over emotional, most commonly anger.)

Best Subjects: All

Worst Subjects: None

Hobby: Making tea and treats for Jessie

Homeland: The Savage Seas

Body Type: Hourglass (looks more exaggerated thanks to her corset)

Sammy (what Jessie calls her) is the vice dorm leader of Bonauber, she’s very mysterious and weird to most in the school. She’s always by the shorter girl’s side, and always takes care of her. She is a big enabler, sharing her ambitions with the leader. She’s very humble about her intelligence and abilities, often only giving praise to Jessie. She’s almost like a mother for the leader.

She’s secretly a crocodile that saved (and traumatized) Jessie when they were younger. As she saw the little girl run from an adult, causing the reptile to attack the adult. She didn’t know why, but at the time a sudden feeling of protecting for the girl took over. Ever since then the reptile was drawn towards the girl, almost obsessive. It wasn’t until she developed her unique magic that she stuck with the girl from childhood. Jessie never realized, as Sam is very keen on keeping the object of her affections(?) in the dark. If anyone threatens the two, Sam will open her eyes and glare with her slit pupils as scales appear faintly.

And that’s all of them! After posting this I’ll start working on two things.

1: cards, I want to draw cards for them as if they are canon characters. I’ll work on the school uniform cards first!

2: Grim’s human design, this one will be easier as he’ll just be a sketch. 

Again, feel free to ask any questions! I’ll answer with in character sketches! (with more elaborating in artist’s text) I’ll try my best to answer as many of them as I can! You can also dm me if you wish to just talk about twst with me!

[elderling-magic]

Royal Assassin Question Time:

1. What were your favourite moments?

The first scene with the Fool and Shrewd and Fitz kind of Skill spying on them. Actually every scene with Shrewd and Fool because I love how much the Fool cares for the king and how Shrewd pats the Fool’s head and asks for him when he is not near.

Fitz telling Molly and the Fool he dreamed about them and their reactions.

Fitz meeting and freeing Cub (Nighteyes).

The entire scene of the Fool helping Fitz go past Wall Ass in order to report to Shrewd for the first time in the book.

Kettricken’s speech before the killing of the Forged and Verity punching Regal.

Patience telling Fitz to be careful and Fitz realizing she went to Buckkeep for him and telling her to be careful too (plus Lacey reveal).

The entirety of chapter 10 <3 Perfection!

When Fitz and Nighteyes make their bond official in chapter 11 and it’s so beautiful ;__;

Kettricken giving her jewelry away to help Bearns.

Fitz taking care of the Fool’s wounds.

King Shrewd’s moment with Fitz before his death. Fitz asking Chade to take the Fool to safety and then going batshit crazy and laughing like a maniac to kill Serene and Justin with Shrewd’s knife.

Patience going to see Fitz in the dungeon.

Regal having to stand on tip toes in order for Fitz to be able to see his smile while being in the dungeon (because Regal is too smol). That made me laugh so hard. I’m sorry.

The ending with Chade and Burrich unburrying Fitz and making him go back to his body T^T

2. Favourite quotes?

“No man is so dangerous as the man who cannot decide what he fears.”

“I have heard it called a dance, I have heard it called a battle. (Some men speak of it with a knowing laugh, some with a sneer. I have heard the study market women chuckling over it like hens clucking over bread crumbs; I have been approached by bawds who spoke their wares as boldly as peddlers hawking fresh fish. For myself, I think some things are beyond words. The color blue can only be experienced, as can the scent of jasmine or the sound of a flute. The curve of a warm bared shoulder, the uniquely feminine softness of a breast, the startled sound one makes when all barriers suddenly yield, the perfume of her throat, the taste of her skin are all but parts, and sweet as they may be, they do not embody the whole. A thousand such details still would not illustrate it.)”

“Come, hunt with me, the invitation whispers in my heart. Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own. Wolves have no kings.”

“The man who must brag for himself knows that no one else will”

“Stop defining yourself by what you can’t do.”

“Trust is not trust until it is complete.”

“History is what we do in our lives. We create it as we go along.” He smiled enigmatically. “The future is another kind of history.”

“I told you it was foolish. But feelings do not have to be wise. Feelings just are.”

“Are you sure, Fitz? Are you sure? What good is a life lived as if it made no difference at all to the great life of the world? A sadder thing I cannot imagine. Why should not a mother say to herself, if I raise this child aright, if I love and care for her, she shall live a life that brings joy to those about her, and thus I have changed the world? Why should not the farmer that plants a seed say to his neighbour, this seed I plant today will feed someone, and that is how I change the world today?”

“It is like being two foreigners, trapped in a land we have come to, unable to return to our own, and having only each other to confirm the reality of the place we once lived.”

“I am the King's Fool. He is the King-In-Wating. Let him wait.”

“Son of my son, blood of my blood. In my own way, I have loved you.”

[canid-slashclaw]

The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9,  Chapters 10 and 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16 , Chapter 17, Chapter 18

Chapter 19

A month had passed since Kaleb's last visit while Amalthia was still in the infirmary. She was now in the long process of finishing her recovery at her father's place. Kaleb had written to her often and she did so in return.

"That's quite a lunch you're packing, young man. Why there's enough in that thing to feed five people," Kaleb's mother quipped as she noticed her son shoving several brazed wild foul shanks into the basket.

"That's because I'm a hungry boy, mom. Anyway, I'm sharing them with a friend."

Overhearing the conversation, Rachel stepped into the kitchen and provided her own opinion on the situation. "The reason he's taking so much meat is because he's going to share it with that charr girlfriend of his."

Bristling over the comment, Kaleb tried to respond in a measured tone. "She's just a friend. Anyway, I haven't seen her in over a month."

Shirley frowned for a moment then drew in her breath, trying to maintain tranquility in the household.

"There is no need to be sassy with your brother, Rachel. Now go to your room."

Grumbling but obedient, she complied and left without further incident. However, once she got up the stairs, she eavesdropped on the conversation from the edge of the landing.

Mother Grimwald turned to her son and said. "Try not to let her get to you, son. She's just at that age. Anyway, I hope you have fun with whomever you have plans with."

"Thanks, mom. I'm sure we'll have a great time." Kaleb finished his packing and was about to leave when his mom made one final comment.

"It would be so romantic if you and Trish did a picnic together. Speaking of whom... you haven't mentioned anything about her in awhile."

Oh, great. I see where this is headed, Kaleb thought as he bolted from the kitchen.

Her mother started following him. "Why are you avoiding the question?"

"It wasn't a question, mom." Kaleb darted from the front door then closed it behind him.

Her prying ears never being far away, Rachel stepped down the stairs and commented once more. "It's because he's got a new girlfriend. Rawarrrrr!"

Gah. I would love to slap some sense into that kid. Shirley stepped from the front door a short time later and shouted to her son as he was walking from the property. "If you are seeing that charr friend of yours then remember the teachings of Dwayna. For the sake of your soul, I hope that's all it is." Quoting scripture. Now I'm pissed! *** Amalthia knew that Kaleb would be at the shop within the hour. She was in the process of trying to find the right outfit to wear, but thus far, nothing seemed to adequately fit the situation. It was at that time of the month when her heat cycle was in full bloom. Her body yearned for his closeness. More than anything, she wanted to physically bond with the one she loved. Ah. I think this one will do just fine. She examined the cotton outfit for a moment before putting it on. The sleeveless top revealed the ocher tiger stripes on her light yellow-orange fur. Covering the high-cut leather loincloth underneath, she wore a dark brown skirt that sported a slit up the right side. She decided to forego wearing shoes of any kind and, instead, chose to adorn her digitigrade arches with gold bangles. Once she had finished dressing she promptly headed down the spiral staircase towards the spice rack area. She sniffed the various aromas hoping to find a scent that would drive Kaleb wild. Jasmine oil with cinnamon powder. She purred with erotic pleasure over thinking of her hansom human mate. "Amalthia." Her father's voice called out from the hallway beside the meat counter. "Sire?" Her odor wafted towards his direction and he became visibly agitated. "I'm guessing Kaleb will be over soon, am I right?" "Yes. Of course he will. That is, unless he is suddenly abducted by a flock of harpies." Her father shook his head. "I know you and him haven't seen each other in awhile. And what I am about to ask may come across as my being a meddlesome sire... but Amalthia - I ask that you break off going out with Kaleb. At least until next week." Amalthia quickly realized what her father was pining to say. "I will be fine, sire. Trust me." Ludrick let out a low grumble. "I don't think now is a good time for you to be seeing him." "We are both responsible adults. Neither of use would do anything to dishonor you, sire." "Then why the jasmine oil and cinnamon? That's a traditional charr…" Amalthia abruptly cut him off with a terse response. "Because I happen to like the smell, that's why!" Her father relented then hung his head low. "Just remember your boundaries, cub. For your sake and his." Thirty minutes later there was a knock on the door and Amalthia ran to answer it. When she opened it, she found Kaleb standing there holding a freshly cut bouquet of chrysanthemums. "Kaleb! Come on in!" She hugged him then took the flowers and placed them in one of the empty cookie tins. "Good to see you too, Miss Mouthy," he said with a devilish smile as he waved around the picnic basket he was carrying. "I made one of your favorites - braised guinea fowl with rosemary and peppercorn." Amalthia's ears twitched as she gave him a large, fangy smile. "I can smell it from here!" "Mmm. And I can smell you. What is that you are wearing?" She walked up, placed her muzzle against his left ear and whispered. "An ancient charr arousal perfume." Kaleb's mind was already awash in carnal thoughts as he gazed at her revealing outfit. "I'm ready when you are," she said as the pair departed from the shop. Upon locking the door, Amalthia turned to Kaleb then pointed in a westward direction. "Sire wanted the day off so I'm shutting things down. Anyway, there's a place I wanted to take you to. It's really beautiful." As the pair walked towards their destination, Kaleb looked over his love and commented. "It is you who looks beautiful. I never knew your people wore outfits like that." "I got it at a boutique in Lion's Arch run by a human and sylvari couple of all things. The sylvari woman is really into designing things that reflect a blending of the races. The briarthorn gown really tempted me, but I think she took the design a bit too literally. I mean while thorns may look good fashion-wise, they don't really feel good, especially when wearing them." Amalthia laughed as she gave Kaleb a playful squeeze on the wrist. "A sylvari and human? That's amazing! At least we aren't the only oddballs in Tyria," Kaleb said with a chuckle. "Jest... Jestin! That's the human's name. The sylvari's name is Ariyana. She's got a really interesting, quirky personality to say the least. Anyway, it took me forever to find an outfit that blended human and charr cultures together." "Hmm. It doesn't say much, does it?" Kaleb noted. "No. It doesn't. But somewhere, someone has to change it, somehow." She turned to him looking him in the eyes. "I was terrified that I would never see you again, Kaleb. That is why I'm not afraid anymore. If people can't accept us for being a couple then they can just shove it where the sun doesn't shine!" Kaleb smiled drawing closer to her muzzle. But just when he was about to kiss her, she playfully placed her clawed finger on the middle of his forehead and laughed. "Follow me... we're almost there." The two of them reached the edge of a lake that was shadowed by an enormous rocky outcropping with a massive waterfall cascading down the middle. When Kaleb looked up he could see the shimmering rainbow effect coming off the foaming mist. "Behold, Thunderfalls. At least that's what many of the locals around here call it anyway. Isn't it just amazing?" Once they had found a secluded spot, Kaleb nodded as he opened the picnic basket. Within moments the pair began sharing a hearty lunch together that consisted of brazed wild foul, roasted potatoes and peach cobbler. Amalthia lay on a satin blanket sprawled out with her back to the sun. She removed her top allowing the rays to more evenly warm her fur. As Kaleb saw her intricate pattern, he began tracing his fingers over the individual stripes starting just below the nape of her neck then eventually working down to her lower back. "Your fur is so beautiful. I just never realized that until now." He began tracing out the stripe contours around her upper thighs then around her lower calf muscles while her long fluffy tail twitched in delight. Amalthia purred in pleasure as she rolled over on her back exposing her white underbelly and the small patch of partially grown fur from the wound she had received two months prior. Kaleb gently worked his hands from her shoulders then down across her chest until he reached her abdomen where he felt some of the scar tissue that was left over. "I am so sorry this happened. I wish I was there to protect you," he said as he began stroking her left ears then ran his fingers along the contours of her muzzle. Amalthia rose up, rotated around then placed her large pawed hand on the side of his face, as she looked him in the eyes. "You already have."

Kaleb noticed the sunlight refracting off her amber eyes as he drew close to her. "Your eyes. The way the sun catches the hues of your irises, makes them stunning beyond imagining." But just as they were about to kiss, Amalthia placed her clawed finger on Kaleb's lips then laughed aloud once more. "Hold it there you silly mouse. There's something I have to show you. Follow me!" She immediately bounded off on all fours leaving him far behind. As Kaleb ran over the hill to catch up with Amalthia, he found that she had discarded her skirt and bangles. When he got closer to the water's edge, he found that her undergarments and crop top were lying on the ground as well, but with no sign of her to be seen anywhere. When he looked around to find her, he suddenly heard her voice coming from the lake.

"Over here! If you are a strong swimmer, head over towards the waterfall." She waved to him covered only in the pelt she had been born with. It was at that moment when Kaleb realized that the next phase of the courtship ritual would transpire. Upon knowing this, he promptly disrobed until; he too, was clad only in his skin. He could see Amalthia off in the distance as her feline form disappeared under the waterfall. It took him a good couple of minutes to swim there. However, once he reached his destination, he was greeted by a deep nook that lay just under the torrent of rushing water. Under the constant stream, rested a slab of smoothly hewn limestone that lay just a few feet below the surface of the falls. "Behind you, silly!" Kaleb turned around to see her wet furred form bobbing up and down to the undulating current smiling with joy. As he swam over to greet her she grabbed his arm then pulled him towards the rocky slab. The sun-heated gush of water poured over the pair as the two of them drew together. Amalthia laughed as she ran her clawed fingers though the soaked hair that covered half of Kaleb's face. "How can you see like that, silly little man?" She reached behind his head as he clasped hold of the smaller horns on either side of her face and the two became locked in a passionate kiss. "I think you will find, Miss Steelblade, that there is very little, that is little about me." Kaleb's manhood was in full bloom when the tip of his spear found its sumptuously warm mark. Amalthia's legs parted to accommodate him, being very careful not to inadvertently jab him with her dewclaws. Once his angle was true, he thrust deeply inside of her. Amalthia's body quivered with unhinged ecstasy as she could feel him going deep inside. Her muscles tightened around his engorged member causing her to let out a caterwaul, the likes of which he had never heard. The two lovers began an elegant rhythmic motion, being buoyed by the water, as they moved with a synchronicity of one body and one mind. They switched positions as Amalthia clasped hold of the limestone rock that jutted out from the rocky slab. Kaleb positioned himself from behind and began thrusting into her causing her vaginal walls to contract on him even tighter. The sheer intensity of the moment caused him to gush his seed as she let out another primal and glorious moan. The two lovers - one human, the other charr - climaxed with each other several more times before their bodies had become completely spent from exhaustion. For today was one of the few days on Tyria where two souls from two vastly different worlds had intimately joined together as one.

(All chapters have been posted to AO3. Chapter 19 is posted here.)

[inkytealeaf]

Leif relooking and a bit of Ophaniel’s backstory changed under the cut!

In the eyes of a ten-years-old boy, the manor looked terrifying. Surrounded by elaborate gardens and fountains with frozen water, menacing gargoyles on the roof he was sure were enchanted, and vines wound around the columns, little Leif Ashwood couldn’t help but hide behind his father’s back as he took the door knocker in the shape of a wolf’s head in hand. He waited, a small wooden box pressed against his chest, hoping no servants would open that impressive black door and led them inside to their hosts. Leif didn’t want to see them, didn’t want to see their cold eyes and fake smiles, didn’t want to sit on the sofa with a steaming cup of tea a maid would serve him while adults would speak about, well, adults thing he didn’t want to understand. At least not yet. Because Leif knew these things would be important for him once adult. But for now, he only wanted to go home and play with his nanny.

The door creaked slowly. Leif poked his head out to see a young girl not much taller than his mother greet them with a bright smile. She asked them to follow her with a politeness Leif wasn’t used to, and led them to what seemed to be a drawing room. It had dark purple walls with dozens of portraits – some of their hosts, others of family members judging from how they looked alike from one another – two large crystal chandeliers, a pipe organ at one end, and a long ornate table on which were two candelabras with five lit candles. On the other end of the room, Leif saw a gilded mirror atop an ornate marble mantelpiece, more portraits on each side, as well as two upholstered in red armchairs. Leif didn’t dare to touch a thing. The organ intrigued him, he wanted to hear its sound, but by its appearance, he was sure it would give a creepy sound. Everything here was creepy. He wanted to go home.

The young girl came back, with a man this time. Lean, white hair slicked back and tied in a neat braid hanging down his shoulder blades, icy-blue eyes that sent shivers down Leif’s spine and made him want to hide behind his father again, or was it the scar across his face, from one eyebrow to the opposite cheek? The man walked to his father using a walking stick, an ornamental cane coated in shiny black lacquer with at the top a silver wolf’s head with red crystal eyes.

“Deimos, my old friend,” Leif’s father said, grabbing the man’s forearm. “It is a pleasure to meet you again.”

“The pleasure is mine, please take a seat.” He showed them the chairs and Leif quickly sat beside his father. “I do hope you came here with great news.”

“Oh yes, great news indeed. But first, where are your son and wife?”

“They will be with us soon. We had a, disagreement to take care of.”

“I see.” His father frowned, Leif sensed his anger bubbling up slowly, but couldn’t understand why.

He let them talk without paying attention to their words, accepted the cup of jasmine tea but didn’t touch it, all of his senses focused on his little box and his head full of one question. Why didn’t his mother come with them?

The two adults got interrupted in the middle of a sentence by the door opening once more. A woman came in. Tall, nice looking, fair skin, with pale eyes and long hair as black as ebony, she had a hand on a little boy’s shoulder with hair as white as his father, and eyes as pale as his mother. He looked young, and so scared.

Leif frowned when he set his eyes on the little boy. A red cheek, an upside-down smile, fists closed on his hips, the little boy didn’t dare moving nor looking at his father, eyes fixed on the fireplace.

“Seren, you look gorgeous. As always.” Leif’s father stood up, walked to her and kissed the back of her hand as the gentleman he was.

“Oh dear Magnus, you’re such a smooth talker.”

“And is that little man Ophaniel?” He crouched down to him. “You’ve grown so much! How old are you now?”

“F-five.”

“Five and still unable to show an ounce of magical abilities. What a shame.” His mother said in a disdainful manner, an expression on her face similar to as if she had just sniffed dung. “Look at Leif. You should follow his example.”

“Well, Leif was only seven when his magic showed itself, and I was ten. Your son still has time.”

“You know just as well as us, dear friend,” Deimos stood up as well, the tip of his cane lifting Ophaniel’s face. “both our families don’t accept failure. Ophaniel should know it.”

The Moonfall and Ashwood families were two of the most ancient lines of powerful magicians in the country, both known for their grandiose magical abilities as well as their richness. Both families emphasized on hard work and pure blood descendants worthy enough to be one day at the head of the country; Dreina. At least for most of them.

“Leif, why don’t you go play with Ophaniel in his room? I am sure he deserves a break, right?”

Leif didn’t wait any longer. He took Ophaniel’s shaking hand in his, and let him lead them to his bedroom, somewhere far away from this tense atmosphere.

His bedroom didn’t look like a five-years-old’s bedroom at all. It had no toys, no warm feelings, no joy in the colours of the walls, nothing. A single bed, a desk sinking under books too thick for a little boy like Ophaniel. And, lying under a small window, a white wolf cub with amber eyes.

With his arms crossed behind his back, Leif watched him sit beside the wolf, head tilted to the side as he observed him from head to toe. Leif thought that maybe it was the first time Ophaniel saw someone like him, a boy different from those leaving in this town. He was sure he was the first boy with pale pinkish hair and peach slit eyes he had ever seen. At least Ophaniel didn’t look scared anymore and as he touched one hidden ear, he thought that maybe it wasn’t time to try his luck and show him that he had fairy blood running through his veins.

“You have strange eyes.” Ophaniel whispered, a hand rubbing the wolf’s belly.

“I got them from my mother.”

“She gave you her eyes? Does that mean she’s blind now?”

“What? No!” He chuckled before sitting down in front of him. “It’s like, you and your mom. You have the same eyes.”

“They say I look like my father…”

Leif didn’t know what to say. Comforting people had never been a strong point of his, even with children. A few minutes passed by in silence, time during which the wolf thought that Leif’s fingers would be a great toy to chew on, before Leif spoke again.

“Oh I almost forgot! I brought this for you.” He grabbed the wooden box he had put behind his back on the floor and put it before Ophaniel’s feet. “Open it.”

And Ophaniel did. Inside, he found a dragon carved in a black and blue stone, not bigger than an apple.

“Now, watch this.” He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were glowing with a red hue. Leif stroked the scale on the dragon’s back, slowly. Once he reached its tail, the dragon opened its eyes and started moving on Ophaniel’s palm.

“It’s pretty!” Ophaniel said, stars glimmering in his eyes as the dragon flew on his shoulder.

“Thank you, I carved it with my dad’s help. Now you have another friend to keep you company.”

Ophaniel couldn’t stop giggling. After that, they both stayed on the floor and watched his wolf chase the dragon, until Leif’s dad came with Seren who told him it was time for them to go home. Before leaving, Leif promised him he would see him again. Next time, he would carve him a wolf in the most beautiful opal stone.

[robinjsmithwritespoetry]

Tradition of Flowers

1. 

There isn’t an animal on earth

that could compare,

none of the predators quite fit,

perhaps because snakes keep

to themselves,

except for Pebbles, the corn snake I kept

as a child, her caramel and gold scales,

sweet as the jasmine

she would wind through in the yard,

and seek warmth outside 

of her tank, beneath my pillow, 

I would gently feel for her,

beneath the pattern of stars 

and clouds on my comforter,

she sought the yellow daisies 

of my mismatched pillow cases. 

The leftover warmth

of my body. 

I have never seen a shark, though I know,

every time I would wade into the pacific ocean, 

there was more of a chance of being struck

with lightning. Sharks don’t hunt humans,

only occasionally biting on accident, 

mistaking our bodies for plump seal,

we hurt them far far more than they could

ever us. 

I only stood afraid of the riptides, 

which would carry one 

out into the ocean,

into the land of the mermaids, 

gone, lost child, to never return.  

Bears,  can’t compare either, 

I have never

encountered a starving

bear. Just the 

black bear cubs

toddling after their mother in Yosemite,

and I was safe in my parents’ 

green Windstar. 

The bear cubs were soft blurs 

in the edge of forest treeline,

no danger, just innocence and soft

fur, tiny snouts nuzzling each other,

their only desire is blackberries 

and the marshmallows we packed

for the fire.

2. 

In the days following my sexual assault 

I go to the sporting store

to find mace and something else

to protect myself, knowing, that

he could return at any moment,

to my apartment which he still

had the key.

Below the mace disguised as lipsticks,

all hot pink and rose gold, there is bear mace,

the label cautions against using it on humans, 

the potential for blindness is strong.

The temptation to place it in my basket

is strong.

I tell my therapist about the bear mace,

she tells me not to go back and buy it,

I reassure her, that I only 

picked the kind meant for humans,

still not the worst kind of predator. 

Nothing compares, 

no metaphor quite fits,

there is not enough mace, 

for that giant grizzly called trauma that eats

my heart everyday,

who places 1,300 pounds of his weight,

on my chest in the morning,

or whenever I smell Acqua Di Gio,

or Jack Daniels and sweat. 

3.

A week before the sexual assault

I meet a good friend for chamomile

and lavender tea,

and I tell her all about my new roomies,

how I like them, 

how I like my new apartment,

except for the lack of light,

and my friend gives me a Himalayan salt lamp

to light up the tiny room I have, 

because I have no windows.

I go to target and buy string lights 

in the shape of stars, 

and tiny disco balls of hope,

and tape them to my wall, 

another good friend gives me her

pink quilt and a set of yellow sheets,

which feel like the sun 

fresh out of the dryer. 

And my roomies snuggle with me in bed, 

and we drink blush wine 

and smoke weed

they gush about their boyfriends,

the star shine and the pink glow

of the Himalayan salt lamp

is kindness.

I feel like a neon glow fish,

snug in the bottom of the tank, 

amid the neon gravel, 

in her gold and pink castle. 

4. 

In the weeks after my sexual assault,

I stumble out of the hospital, 

in same the clothes I came in, 

where I institutionalized myself,

to keep safe, 

because I couldn’t trust myself,

with anything sharp, with a single tall bridge,

with a particularly cold North Dakota morning. 

And my university makes me sit

with a police officer, 

who gives me a yellow legal pad,

and the lights are fluorescent, 

and the room is claustrophobic,

painted school colors,

fighting hawk green, 

and heather grey.  

The yellow legal pad is for my statement,

my memory is torn fish net/s,

dissolved by alcohol abuse,

and trauma. 

How many times 

did I push him out of my room?

How many times did I tell him to stop?

When did I pretend to fall asleep? 

When did I tell him if he continued to 

undress me it would be considered rape. 

The police officer is missing a tooth

and has bad skin,

he has good intentions, 

and is following a script,

when he asks if I was drinking or using drugs.

I tell him about the Jack Daniels

he offered me,

and the clonazepam I took after,

to prevent the panic attack. 

He tsks, he asks what I was wearing,

my leggings were patterned with roses,

covered with cat hair.

I was wearing a large brown sweater,

that hid my hourglass body,

my red hair was running wild

down my back.

it was broad daylight,

I was in my living room in broad daylight. 

I was in broad daylight. 

I was in broad daylight.

I was in daylight.

I was daylight.

I was day.

I was light. 

5. 

After I told my parents about Abuelo, 

my dad took my police station,

to file a report, 

I remember feeling like the police officer

hated me, I could feel his anger 

his time being wasted, having to explain

to me that there was nothing. they.

could. do, so much time had passed,

my step-grandfather 

is probably in Mexico. Nothing. We. Can. Do. 

His outburst, surprises even my father,

who shifts uncomfortably,

as I argue back,

there has to be something you can do?

The large grey mustache hands me 

a yellow legal pad, 

to write my testimony, my statement. 

I do my best to write neatly,

but my hands shake 

and shake 

like the willow tree in front of police staton,

shivering in the wind. 

I write about Abuelo entering the guest room,

following me to the couch, 

I write about the queasy feeling

of his cold body,

against mine,

the pain of his fingers

pushing inside the deep dark

inside my mouth,

inside my heart. 

6. 

Oh reader, sweet reader?

Why do we speak at all?

Why do we write any of it down? 

The day after the sexual assault,

was my 29th birthday.

I spend three hours in the shower,

rose exfoliating scrub, 

peach shaving cream,

peony dove body wash,

Aussie shampoo and conditioner,

Argan hair oil,

curl defining creme, 

nivea moisturizer, 

Nordic serum,sunscreen

Vera Wang perfume, 

freshly washed leggings and sweater,

a black lace corset

and lace thigh highs hidden beneath. 

I curl my hair until I domesticate

its wild rivers,

and apply a cat eye that would drive 

Audrey mad,

wine lip stain,

blush and highlighter to my cheeks 

foundation and finishing powder to cover

the small dark butterfly 

and crescent moon bruises 

on my neck. 

I pick out a black velvet choker 

just in case the makeup comes off.  

I drive four hours to Minneapolis,

just so I can push my lover down 

onto the softness of his bed,

I crawl on top, 

to prove that I am in control

that desire can be mutual,

that I am more than feral

animal, 

more than animal pelt,

more than just

what men make of me

and my body

in their deepest 

wild

dark dreams.

 7. 

The sexual assault happened so fast,

my roommate left for work,

just two hours,

and she would be back with food,

leaving her boyfriend, who was 15 years her senior,

who couldn’t hold a minimum wage job longer 

than a year,

who immediately started to ask me

if I would sleep with her, my roommate,

and with him, or with just him,

if he could give me a massage, 

when I excused myself to my room. 

In my room he cracked

the door open,

the fifth time or was it six? 

As I shut it on him,

catching his finger in the jamb, he screamed,

and pushed me down hard on my bed,

he jerked off my brown sweater,

held me down with his hand,

knocked over my salt lamp,

held my throat. 

I couldn’t even struggle,

paralyzed,

but I used language, 

when he let go of my throat,

removed his open mouth from mine,

long enough to let me speak.

Let me speak,

three years at least in prison,

they will treat you terribly there,

it will be rape if you continue,

ten to fifteen. 

I don’t tell him the reality,

that he will probably be let out on probation, 

Probably within two years

if he is even convicted.

but how would he know any of it?

Why would men know any of it? 

The word rape, in all of its ugliness,

stops him though, his fingers loosen around my neck,

his other hand stops unhooking

my purple lace bra, 

his eyes filled with desire still

he does not leave my room. 

You are so beautiful 

I can’t help myself, as he continues,

to stroke my back, his other hand tightly

laced around my wrist. As the disco balls bob

and the starlights sway, 

I lie there next to him,

still trapped until he tries again, 

my body like the starshine,

useless and beautiful. 

8. 

Two years after the sexual assault

I sit with one of the children I work with,

she is barely four and

she is reading out loud to me, 

and I am supposed to help

her focus, but sometimes we take breaks 

to doodle and to breathe.

The sun is streaming

in through the windows, 

the backyard is covered in snow,

and we are desperately dreaming

of spring. 

I teach her how to draw a flower,

on a yellow legal pad.

I never unlearned the way

Abuelo taught me,

to point the petals

and loop them like cursive honeybees

around a closed circle. 

I show her the same flower,

and she copies the petals carefully, 

while teasing me that my drawing is terrible,

I tease her gently back,

before we carry on with reading Spot and Pop.

Before I go home at night and think

of where I learned to draw flowers, 

of how I carry the tradition of flowers

inside my blood. 

If I will someday teach my future daughter,

that there are other ways to draw flowers

to draw blood. 

9. 

Three years after the sexual assault

I have stopped drinking, 

and instead I read poetry in laundromats,

like I used to when I was 19 

because I had no where to go 

in the deep dark of night. 

And I ran into my rapist

at the Bubble, 

his face told me that he knew 

what I accused him of,

knew I didn’t follow through

on the charges,

because I knew he would blame 

memory loss. 

Because according to the police,

and the justice system,

it was all futile.

I think then of forgiving him,

of what it would be like

to relieve any guilt he carries,

with a simple it’s ok.

I think again of the mace,

of the softness of the psych ward,

and the nightmares that I have

carried and will carry all my life,

I pull my clothes still damp

from the steel drum

they were happily tossing in,

and rush out into the night,

beneath the stars

back to my apartment

where I lock the door

and light every candle I own,

bathe in their warmth,

remind myself softly like prayer,

like chant, that I’m safe now,

I am loved, and I am safe. 

I am bathed in candlelight I am so loved. 

I am bathed in candlelight I am so loved.

I am candlelight I am loved.

I am candlelight I am love. 

I am candlelight I am love

I am all light I am all love.

10. 

Three years after the sexual assault,

I push violet seeds with my fingers

into tiny pots for the children I work with.

I grade my college students essays generously, 

giving plenty of feedback I know probably

won’t be read.

I write former flames love letters I hope they never read,

I attend A.A meetings,

I eat pears and strawberries and oysters. 

I drink cool and clean water,

I sit in mass, for the peace of it, 

I write my lovers poems I hope they will treasure. 

I text my sister tiktoks and memes everyday,

I talk to my parents at least once a week.

When I feel the deep dark

beneath my bed, like so many thunderclouds,

I hold myself the way I would hold a child,

carefully and gently with as much love as I can fathom. 

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[sxnandthemxxn]

What is each ship baby's favorite animal? Does Rajah like the babies?

Adilah - Sinbad   Nabil - Modi   Esita/Emmy - Eugene  Jamon - Viserys   Fareeda- Dean   James - Steve   Lakia - Esmer   Amir - Hans and Malik - Loptr

Babies that like Elephants: Nabil, Amir, and James

Babies that like Tigers: Esita/Emmy, Jamon, and Lakia

Baby that likes Wolves: Malik

Baby that likes Lambs: Fareeda

Baby that likes dogs: Adilah

Now Rajah is literally the big brother/babysitter to the babies. Even when Jasmine is pregnant, those partners are facing off with a protective tiger any time they move to touch the growing stomach. He knows exactly what is happening to Jasmine, and sees even them as threats. The only people allowed to pick up the baby once it’s born is Jasmine, and only the dads can pick up the baby if Rajah is too sleepy, or is in a good enough mood to “allow” them to do so. As they grow he will watch over them and is like a guard dog. He sees danger, he will take care of it. He lets the babies pull on his tail, climb and ride on his back, give him baths (doesn’t enjoy the makeovers that comes from the girls), and every night he will sleep near the crib or the end of their bed. So no he doesn’t like the babies, he loves them.

[euroman1945-blog]

The Daily Thistle

The Daily Thistle – News From Scotland

Wednesday 4th July 2018

"Madainn Mhath” …Fellow Scot, I hope the day brings joy to you…. A very Happy 4th July to all our American reader, today is Independence Day … Independence Day or not, Bella still needs a walk first thing, so we set off under a star filled sky.. the hustle and bustle that is in Estepona in the day time, vanishes in the early hours of the morning and she and I are almost alone as we walk through the town, the odd cat or stray dog can be seen, along with a few cars driving to I have no idea, the trash truck driver toots his horn and he waves as he takes another load of plastic bags to the dump, we arrive at the ocean, almost stationary, just the occasional small wave washing up on the sands, we turn for home, me thinking about the man that had a country named after him that he never even discovered or saw for that matter, Amerigo Vespucci….

HOW DO YOU KEEP A POLAR BEAR CUB COOL IN 30C HEAT?....Measures have been taken to keep a polar bear cub cool after temperatures rose to more than 30C in Scotland. Six-month-old Hamish shares an enclosure with his mother Victoria at the Highland Wildlife Park at Kincraig, near Aviemore. While Victoria knows how to keep herself cool, park staff were concerned the cub would not. As a result, during the day they have had to stay in a shaded area which is not visible to visitors. They have also been given blocks of ice with treats, such as pieces of fruit, frozen inside. In the evening, when it is cooler, the pair have been able to enter the rest of their enclosure.The Royal Zoological Society of Scotland-run park's two adult male bears, Arktos and Walker, have been cooling off in a pond in their enclosure. They have also been given treat-filled ice blocks. During a previous spell of hot weather, park staff said polar bears can experience high summer temperatures in areas of their natural habitat in Canada. Earlier this week, temperatures in Aviemore exceeded 30C. The high temperatures have also been felt widely across the UK, and polar bears at Doncaster's Yorkshire Wildlife Park also sought out the cool of a pond in their enclosure during the hottest periods of the past few days.

DUNDEE PENGUIN SCULPTURES IN POSITION FOR CHARITY PARADE…. A penguin parade of 80 individually-designed sculptures has gone on display in Tayside and Fife as part of a 10-week charity art trail. The 5ft-tall penguins have been designed by local artists with designs ranging from golfers to footballers. The trail, in aid of cancer charity Maggie's, follows on from 2016's Oor Wullie Bucket Trail which raised nearly £900,000 for a children's charity. A map, app and sticker book can be used to help people find the penguins. The sculptures will be auctioned at the V&A in September. The penguins can be spotted across Dundee as well as in Broughty Ferry, St Andrews, Newport on Tay, Perth, Kirriemuir and Brechin. The organisers of the trail are encouraging people to upload photos while posing with the penguins. Maps can be collected from locations across the city, including Discovery Point and the VisitScotland tourist information office in Dundee City Square. Penguin artist and Maggie's Art co-ordinator Suzanne Scott worked closely with students from Abertay University to develop a unique app feature for her "Maggie and Fleur" penguin positioned outside the university's library. Ms Scott said: "The augmented reality app brings to life the theme of family and exploring Dundee's hidden gems, gardens and green spaces." Famous faces such as Judy Murray, Simple Minds and Lorraine Kelly have also been involved in designing or sponsoring a penguin. Designs have been inspired by things like the history of Dundee and climate change - others involve Star Wars, pirates and sporting heroes. Maggie's Dundee centre fundraising manager Annie Long said: "It's wonderful to have our penguins in place and ready to be enjoyed by people from across the Dundee area and hopefully far beyond. "Maggie's relies almost entirely on voluntary donations to support people to live well with cancer, and while I know our penguins will raise a tremendous amount for Maggie's Dundee, what's so lovely is that the whole project has perfectly echoed the warmth and togetherness of a Maggie's Centre. "I know people will love them - they certainly never fail to make me smile!" (See pictures at The land Called Scotland https://www.facebook.com/groups/LandCalledScotland/ )

'WORLD'S FATTEST HEDGEHOG' PLACED ON DIET AND EXERCISE REGIME…. A hedgehog which it is thought could be the world's fattest has been placed on a strict diet and exercise regime. Weighing in at 2.335kg (5lbs) - about four times the size of a normal hedgehog - it was handed in to a rescue centre in Aberdeenshire. Now named Arbuckle, the hedgehog could barely walk or form a defensive ball. Keith Marley, of The New Arc Animal Rescue Centre, near Ellon, said: "He's about the size of a World Cup football, after overfeeding." Mr Marley said it was the heaviest hedgehog they could find a record of. He told the BBC Scotland news website: "We were really surprised by his size and weight, as the average is about 600g. "The person who contacted us said he was feeding hedgehogs but this one stayed and refused to go - this may well have been due to the fact he could hardly walk. "He will be fed a restricted diet which is filling, and scatter his food around for exercise. It will be a long, gradual process."

RABBIT FOUND UNDER BONNET DURING MOT…. A mechanic carrying out an MoT found something unexpected under the bonnet - a live rabbit. The car was being worked on at Newburgh Motors in Aberdeenshire when Dave Gordon saw something white behind the front grill. He assumed the driver had hit something, but then it started moving. The rabbit was rescued from under the bonnet, taken to a vet for a health check, and is now being cared for at Mr Gordon's home. He told the BBC Scotland news website: "I had put the Vauxhall Corsa up on the ramp, and noticed a white flash. "I thought they had hit something, until I saw it moving. "I got the rabbit out - I have never seen that happen before - and then took it to the vet after work. It didn't have a chip." He added: "We contacted the car owner who said there are sometimes wild rabbits in her garden but we just don't know if it's a house rabbit or a wild one. "It's now at my house with my other half spoiling it until we find an owner. "My dog Cooper isn't sure what to think."

SEABIRDS FOLLOWING OF FISHING BOATS STUDIED IN SCOTLAND…. Scientists have studied seabirds' following of fishing boats in Scotland to develop a system for the analysis of foraging trips by animals. The researchers applied their modelling framework to GPS tracked fulmars that hunt for fish around Orkney and off Scotland's north mainland coast. They were able to identify occasions when birds switched from foraging to following a boat. Fulmars did this to find the same fish as the trawlers or pick up discards. The birds were found to spend as little as 10 minutes to more than seven hours interacting with fishing boats. In a new research article for the Journal of Animal Ecology, the scientists said the framework could be applied to other animals that might switch from foraging to heading towards human activity that may offer the chance of a meal. Scientists from the Department of Mathematics and Statistics at Washington State University, University of Aberdeen's Lighthouse Field Station in Cromarty and Marine Scotland worked on the study.

On that note I will say that I hope you have enjoyed the news from Scotland today,

Our look at Scotland today is of Hamish enjoying himself….

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Wednesday 4th July 2018 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus #Scotland #Bear #Travel #News #Blog #Love

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@kritterart I actually have plans for my own Varian spin-off fanfic. They take inspiration from the Stargate universe with a bit of the Harry Potter franchise thrown in. Maybe it also has reference to other Disney films like "Atlantis: The Lost Empire", "Treasure Planet" and of course the Tangled series.

It's based a lot on Varian carrying on Lord Demanitus' work and possibly discovering he may be his foretold successor. He originally going to school dedicated to Demanitus, where another of his portals have been discovered and possibly many more, with many new livable realms and countries to discover.

He'll face a lot of pressure to prove himself amongst the superior school officials, especially some who judge him as "juvenile delinquent" when some dig up his dark past. I imagine him eventually having adventures thorough the portals with some new friends, making new discoveries and eventually fighting to stop an evil villain along the way. I'm still working on my full plan yet.

I had a number of other characters planned as well, including a young chef-in-training named Jasper Cuillère, who can only describe as a "guy Rapunzel" but I imagine looks quite a bit like Prince Adam/The Beast with a bit of young Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Rider mixed in. I imagined him as best friend for Varian, a more extroverted, supportive, but slightly insecure despite having some cleverness in him.

Also Lady Noriko aka Nori, a feisty young teenage noblewoman and zoologist in training with "daddy issues" and pining to discover more about her own mother's past (she just recently "died" and left many mysteries of her past behind her). I imagined her as a love-interest of Varian's due to their shared empathy for each other and curiosity, with a bit opposites attract thrown in. I thought them looking kind of similar to Milo Thatch and Princess Kida, with a bit of Aladdin and Princess Jasmine thrown in. Nori is as rebellious as Jasmine, as curious as Kida and has the drive and sense of family responsibility as Mulan.

I imagined Jasper had Halinger horse named, Cornflour, who has an appetite as big as his heart, and a clumsiness and poor sense of direction due to his mane getting in his face.

Nori has a pet red panda, Raiya, who Nori raised since she was a cub. She's incredibly loyal to Nori (much like Ruddigar is to Varian), almost to point of overprotectiveness. She's a little snooty, but is friendly once you earn her trust. Ruddigar has a unrecipated crush on her.

I did make these plans before your "Varian and the 7 Kingdoms" drafts came out. I plan on going ahead with my original plans, but I was thinking of adopting some of your work into my story, e.g. Ulla being Varian's mother's name, her disappearing, carrying on Demanitus unfinished work, etc. I already had the headcanon that she was alchemist like Varian.

I admit reading all of your hard work makes me feel very intimidated as I wonder if my plans are as seamless as yours. I would love if your story became canon. Still, I can enjoy it for what it is and use it as inspiration for my own story.

I promise to reference your work if I take and/ or use but subtly change any minor detail from your story. I admire you're amazing work and wish you luck in all your future projects.

GAH, Kait! ADORE the Varian stuff you guys worked on! What did Quirin & Varian think had actually happened to Ulla all these years? Did Varian know she was trapped someplace, or that would've only been revealed later? Curious as to what Quirin knew, & what he says to him that pushes him to leave. How did he meet all the new characters? Would you be ok if a fic was written about the concept? I'd LOVE to do one, using as much info you guys came up with as I can to be as true to your original story

Thank you! This is going back a ways..but here’s what I remember....Quirin knew about Ulla and Donella’s research. Ulla and Quirin had fallen in love in the midst of her research in the Dark Kingdom, and she ended up marrying him/ having Varian. Donella wanted to finish their work, but Ulla felt unsure leaving her husband and newborn behind. Quirin, however, encouraged her to continue with it, knowing it was very important to her and trusting she would be back.When Donella returned from the final trial without Ulla, she told Quirin that Ulla did not survive it. Quirin believed this, which was a big part of why he was torn on Varian taking after Ulla as an alchemist. On one hand, Varian’s work reminded him fondly of her, but he also feared it because of his loss. Over the course of RTA, we saw Quirin embrace Varian’s inventiveness, so at the start of our story, he would have allowed Varian to continue where Ulla left off...even if it frightened him. I think he views his son as capable now. Varian would have learned on the road that Ulla might not be truly dead- and that Donella was very aware of that. Yong was someone Varian met in the first of the seven kingdoms- a kid who couldn’t invent anything that didn’t explode or catch fire. He was just walking destruction. Varian was reminded of a younger version of himself through this character and takes on a big brother sort of role. In a way it was like his first time being someone’s Flynn Rider...so it was fun to explore what Varian would do to fill shoes like that. With Yong, Varian also had to learn to trust someone with a younger intelligence/ less experience in a pinch- which was a position Varian hadn’t really been in before and one we saw him struggling against. Varian’s used to being the smartest guy in the room- what if that wasn’t the case anymore when he made friends more like him? Nuru was a princess whose kingdom was in disrepair she felt could be corrected with science. She was sort of a Princess Atta/Flit in one type...where her people had a difficult time just barely surviving...and she had to prepare to continue a mundane and problematic way of life, while dreaming of other possibilities. When the group showed up at her kingdom, she helped them complete the trial and decided to join their party. She temporarily left her kingdom behind for the greater good, convinced the answer to her people’s problems might also lie in the reward that comes from completing the seven trials. 

Hugo was someone who was from a more steampunky/industrial kingdom. His primary interest was learning to create limitless gold- a big pursuit of alchemists. Donella acted as Hugo’s mentor, sort of having adopted him. Hugo was part of her crew and ended up put on orders by Donella to infiltrate and sabotage Varian on his journey to complete the seven trials. So, after initially stealing the hard-earned totem from Yong and Varian in the first trial, Hugo returns with it and tells the boys they clearly need someone watching their backs with more experience on the road. He joined the pack quickly after that but was not very well-liked for some time- particularly by Nuru. Hugo was always supposed to be just like...annoyingly a little bit better than Varian? Very much the “well, actually-” type of character...just a little taller, just a little cooler, a little more flair, etc. The guy drove Varian crazy but he also kinda wanted to be him? Conversely, Hugo was a big fan of messing with Varian for fun, but became truly fond of him over time. Ultimately, we’d planned for him to walk back on his promise to Donella to stop Varian from completing the trials and help him do so/ reunite with Ulla instead. We wanted Hugo and Varian’s relationship to repair the frayed one between Ulla and Donella, with them ending things as equals/partners!

Sorry if these text walls don’t totally make sense- I’m speaking to ideas from long long ago, haha. But thanks so much for the interest!! None of this is canon at all, just fan stuff, so like, do whatever you want!! It’d be so cool to see guys have fun with/ evolve these characters, ideas! :D 

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5 Times the Love

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I.

Her hands piled flowers into his own, little palms and little fingers covered in little, pink petals. He watched her with wide, innocent eyes. The youngest princess in the forest was always smiling, and she talked to him in ancient (which he was still learning and could only understand every other word). But her hair looked like gold spun into silk, and her eyes were so pretty and green.

Naesala smiled back as she began to arrange the little flowers in his messy hair and the grey fledgling wings on his back. His sun-darkened cheeks turned ruddy. “What’s this for? Is it ‘cause I’m a guest?” he asked with a small giggle. His aunt had told him that he was to always be grateful for the things other people gave him when he was a guest in royal houses. Now, his aunt and uncle were inside, talking with the princess’s mother and father. His older cousins had run off with her older siblings to play, and being the same age, they had been stuck together.

No one else was ever as young as him in the Kilvasi castle.

She answered but he didn’t know what she was saying. She probably couldn't understand him either... But she put the flowers over his brow as if it were a crown, then sat back in the grass, fluttering her fluffy white wings with pride.

It was the first time Naesala ever felt like he was really a prince.

II.

“Come on, Nae! You gotta at least try!” Reyson laughed at him as the young prince struggled to get out of the water. His black wings, new and glossy with flying wings, were weighed down by the river and he flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to find sanctuary on the bank.

“It’s not funny!” Naesala squawked. “You pushed me in!”

“You pushed me out of the tree, we’re even!” the young prince continued to snicker. Naesala began to consider that this was what he deserved for making friends with the rowdiest Herons. The rest of them were calm and dignified and liked to sing and skip and talk to him about poetry and philosophy and art. But Reyson and Leanne wanted to sneak away from the castle grounds and hike up mountains, build stick forts, and catch frogs. This visit, Reyson had insisted on making Naesala learn how to swim.

The young raven accidentally gulped in a breath of water as he tried to swim, and he felt his head sink underwater. He tried to cough, but couldn’t find any air. His wings were heavy on his back, pulling him under--

And then a pale hand took his and pulled him up with a grunt and a stumble. As Naesala lurched onto the river bank, he fell on top of Leanne and they both cringed in the grass.

“A-Are you alright?” she asked, worried as Naesala rolled off her and began to cough up small spurts of water. She rested a hand on his back and crouched next to him. “Nae?”

Sucking in air, Naesala opened his eyes and looked up. He saw that face again, framed by gilded silk and housing green eyes that were filled with worry. For him? Gods, he hoped so. He never noticed that she had little freckles before, right on the edges of her cheeks.

“You saved me,” he mentioned in a smiling gasp that was meant to tease her, but sounded more sincere. Her hair was long enough to come forward like a curtain and shine sun through it, as if she were casting some kind of special protection over him.

“You didn’t swim at all!” Reyson shouted as he approached from up the hill. “That’s pathetic!”

Leanne sighed, tired of her brother’s taunting, and leaned forward to briefly kiss the raven prince’s head. “All better.”

Naesala didn’t know why his heart was beating so heavily in his chest. He didn’t think he was old enough for courtship yet.

III.

She played with the embellishment on his lapels, tracing lines of silver embroidery and twirling the tiny tassels at each end. Her eyes were cast down to the fasteners on his tunic, but he liked the way her eyes looked darker green-- like the inside of a willow tree-- when his shadow was cast over her. The shining gold of her hair dimmed to a smoother, almost molten shade. And he could see those freckles again from here. They were tinted pink.

“I already asked my uncle,” he told her. One of his hands rested on the wall beside her shoulder. His other hovered close to her side, wanting to touch her waist, her hip. “The ball is in your court, princess.”

Leanne’s lips turned up into a small smirk as her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “Is that how you ravens do it in Kilvas? You wait for a lady to make the first move?”

Naesala leaned in closer, his prominent nose just a scant half inch away from tapping her own. He smiled with all of the confidence and hope that came with adolescence. He might not be in the line for succession, but his uncle had recognized him as a legitimate member of the royal Kilvasi family.

“If we were in Kilvas, I’d whisk you off your feet,” he murmured. His own cheeks were darker too, even though he tried to hide it. “I’d take you away to the garden on the east side of the palace, covered in wild jasmine flowers and myrtle trees. I’d...” he hesitated, feeling his stomach twist as he tried to conjure the most romantic scene that he could. But he was still young, so was she. 

“What would you do?” she asked, her eyes fluttered up from his tunic to his eyes, her finger that toyed with his tassel slipped and brushed against his collar bone.

Naesala’s eyes locked with hers. Dark and light.

“I’d recite to you all of the poetry written in tomes of love,” he told her, and it sounded so dreadfully cheesy.

“Would you kiss me?” Leanne asked-- she didn’t seem at all afraid of how bold her words were. She had not agreed to let him court her yet, but her eyes were challenging, playful, as if she wanted him to kiss her right now. Before her brothers and sisters found where they had snuck off to.

Naesala gulped and his voice sounded a little bit too hopeful and delicate when he answered.

“Yes.”

IV.

She was wilting behind iron bars, and he could see the bruising on her hands. She had tried to find a way out, but fighting against the metal rods only served to hurt her delicate blood. Her flesh and blood ran with seid and sensitivity, and he felt an angry bile rise up in his belly at the very sight of it.

But he held his tongue and he waited, with iron surrounding his own view as well. His wings screamed in pain, crushed and bound into the confines of beorc armor-- he wondered if they would be sprained or compoundly fractured by the time he could finally take the damn metals off. Wings were not meant to be contorted in such a way.

She looked at him in confusion at first, unable to understand why the guard he pretended to be was opening her cage. Why he was taking her hand.

But he leaned forward and he whispered in her ear-- his voice was twenty years lower, matured, and tired by now-- “Come with me, princess, I’m going to set you free.”

He had forgotten how to say it in ancient, but he prayed that she would be able to read his heart underneath all of the iron and steel.

Her eyes found his, somehow, around the helmet and visor. She did not smile, she did not speak, but her eyes softened just enough. He picked her up into his arms, as he so often used to wish that he could, and carried her from the tower.

“How’s that, Leanne? It’s been twenty years, but I’m still quite an eyeful. Don’t you agree?“

V.

She looked like the snow at their feet. She was pale and slight and because of her lineage, she had never been physically able to be very intimidating. He knew that being as close to battle as she had was making her feel sick. But still, she stood between him and the raging Gallian prince.

“Do not... bully... Naesala!”

The raven winced in that moment, because hearing her say his name always made part of him want to weep, and hearing her accuse Skrimir of bullying was enough to make him laugh at the irony.

“But... Naesala suffers too. Very very much... he--”

His urge to laugh disappeared. She turned around to look at him as snowflakes fell into her hair. The pure, frigid air felt twice as innocent, and he felt his own skin radiating with a toxin that was bound to infect everything around him. Even her.

“Leanne, I wish you would stop looking into my soul,” he spoke sternly. 

And before she could tell him what she had seen in his petrified heart, the Gallian cub was preparing to charge, and he couldn’t convince Nealuchi or Leanne to flee. When his arm found its way around her middle, her arms latched to his neck. Despite the clumsy desperation he flew with, she fit like a long lost key there. As if he were a lock that had long rusted over, but only she knew how to wiggle her way inside and make him open.

He huffed and it landed in her hair. He could feel her breath briefly on his neck as Skrimir continued to roar. 

He did not want to let her go. He wanted to fly back home, in the deafening silence, and hold her until he felt warm again.

“That was very brave of you, Naesala,” she murmured to him gently.

He only wished he didn’t feel so selfish for it.