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Hey, how's the case going?

It’s going good, made a lot more progress than I was expecting actually.

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remembering it's the year of shadow and Vivian's remastered game is out

good time to celebrate the shadows.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

A Song of Ice & Shadow

Part 6

You can read previous chapters here.

Summary: Y/n decides to attend the meeting with the High Lords, where she is more open and relaxed than usual.

Word Count: 3K.

Y/n was pacing around the living room when Feyre, Rhys and Mor returned. Before Y/n could speak, Nesta asked what had happened. Rhys relayed the details of their victory and the state of the Summer Court. Nesta inquired about Cassian, to which Mor replied coldly that he was busy. 

Y/n did not dare ask about Azriel, for various reasons. One: it would imply she was worried about him, a notion she was reluctant to entertain. Two: it would suggest she cared about him, a feeling she was not ready to confront. Three: asking anyone about him would give them the wrong idea. Four: she might not like the answer to her question.

Y/n did not encounter Azriel until the day of the meeting with the High Lords. 

“You are still here?” Y/n called from atop the stairs, observing Rhys, Feyre, Azriel and Mor assembled below, preparing for their departure. Y/n donned a dark, regal purple gown with off-shoulder puffy sleeves. The layers of tulle floated around her like wisps of smoke. Her hair was styled in a braided crown, reminiscent of Nesta’s style. She wore no jewelry, except for the necklace she never took off, gifted to her by her mother. The celestite stone remained hidden beneath the fabric covering her chest. 

She descended the stairs slowly, still contemplating her decision. Although Azriel has seen her in extravagant gowns before, Y/n still took away his breath every time, and his shadows constantly seemed intrigued by her presence. 

“I’ve changed my mind. I’m coming with you” she announced. No one said anything, fearing any comment might dissuade her. “I cannot promise you that I’ll hold back” she added. She was going to go, but she was not going to let them win. She had put on a mask, where she was going to deal with them as she would if they were humans. 

“Alright” Feyre nodded “I’m glad you decided to join us”.

Rhys welcomed her to the court and the inner circle started betting on who and when a fight would start. Azriel left first to check for traps, and when everything was clear, Rhys winnowed Feyre. Y/n was left with Mor and Cassian. 

“Hello, Y/n” Cassian greeted. This was the first time she’d seen him since the attack as well.

“General” she acknowledged, as he took her hand and Mor winnowed them.

The palace of the Dawn Court was a sight to behold. From the colors to the decor to the view, it was enchanting. They were greeted by an attendant who led the way. In the chamber where the meeting was supposed to be held, the High Lords of Day, Dawn and Winter awaited. 

“It seems you’re not the only Fae with wings” Y/n whispered near Azriel.

“Yours are much cooler, though” she playfully remarked, and he softly chuckled “hello to you too”. This was the first time they had spoken since the attack on Adriata.

Thesan, High Lord of the Dawn Court welcomed them, and much to everyone’s surprise, Y/n complimented his palace. Azriel, Cassian and Mor bowed, while Rhys, Feyre and Y/n remained upright.

“He’s pretty” Y/n muttered to her sister in a low voice, but loud enough for the three Illyrians to hear.

“What has gotten into you?” Feyre tried to hide her smile, and Y/n merely shrugged. 

The white-haired High Lord, Kallias, approached Rhys. Mor and the woman accompanying him squealed in delight upon seeing each other. Mor introduced Feyre to the woman, Viviane, Kallias’ wife, while Y/n stayed behind Rhysand.

“This is Y/n, my mate’s sister. Y/n, this is Kallias, High Lord of the Winter Court” Rhys introduced.

“I guessed as much, with the- the white hair, pale skin and all” Y/n remarked.

“Have we met before?” Kallias inquired.

“I don’t think so. I’d remember someone with your… appearance”.

The last High Lord approached. Helion, High Lord of the Day Court, greeted Rhys and Mor. Then proceeded to ask about Y/n. Feyre explained to him what happened and Y/n confirmed.

“I always disliked the brightness of the sun and mornings in general, but somehow he makes the day seem beautiful” Y/n whispered to Cassian and she could’ve sworn Azriel clenched his jaw. 

Cassian was confused by her remarks about the High Lords and she could see it on his face “Ah, don’t worry. I still haven’t changed my mind about your kind. You all suck”.

“You had me worried for a second” Cassian quipped and Azriel relaxed slightly.

“But I have to say, you can still appreciate the beauty of your enemies or the people you hate” she shrugged, and Azriel glared at her.

Tarquin, High Lord of the Summer Court, arrived late. Everyone was already seated, with Y/n positioned between the two Illyrian warriors. “So, that’s the High Lord of the Summer Court!” Y/n exclaimed, her eyes widening in curiosity.

“I swear if you say he’s pretty-” Cassian began, his tone a mix of irritation and amusement.

“Are you jealous, General?” she smirked, her eyebrows raised provocatively.

“You wish” he retorted, his glare sharp but playful.

Beron, High Lord of the Autumn Court, arrived next with his sons. From the stories she’d heard, Y/n expected him to look grumpier, older and meaner, but he appeared surprisingly well and composed. His sons, however, sneered at them, except  for Eris, who ordered his brothers to stop.

“These are the two I’ve heard a lot about?” Y/n asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

“Yes, why?” Cassian responded, raising his brow slightly.

“He doesn't look awful. I thought he’d be really old” she mused, scrutinizing Beron.

“He is”.

“Well, he hides it well. And that is the son that has been giving you a lot of trouble? The one you all hate?” Y/n gestured towards the ginger male, who gave her a polite smile, one she did not return.

“Yes”.

“Then, you probably don’t want to hear my remark on this one” Y/n bit her lip, supressing a smile.

“I do not. And might I suggest keeping these remarks to yourself? Others might not like what you say and won’t be able to control themselves” Cassian warned, glancing at Azriel.

“Everyone is entitled to their opinions, so why should I care?”.

“Because you do not want to see him angry, trust me. I might seem wilder with my hot temper, but he has an icy rage. Sometimes, he scares me too” Cassian whispered.

“Ooh” a shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Azriel’s anger. Part of her wanted to see what that looked like. Another part did not even want to think about it. So, instead of complimenting their appearance, Y/n turned to Azriel, her playful tone shifted to a serious one and asked “are you alright?”.

“I’m fine, why do you ask?” Azriel’s voice was calm but tinged with suspicion. His eyes did not meet hers but were fixated on Eris.

“I know there are people in this room you’d rather see dead”.

“Did Cassian tell you that?”.

“He doesn’t have to. I can see the way you look at that Ginger. Like you’d jump on him any second”.

Just as Rhys began explaining why they gathered everyone, Tamlin winnowed right into the chamber. Silence fell as he surveyed Feyre before finally, in a monotone, congratulating her on the wedding. 

As Tamlin argued with Feyre and Rhys, he tried to play the victim, accusing Rhys of stealing Feyre from him. He even claimed he would have found a way to stop Hybern. He had the audacity to try and convince the High Lords that only Feyre and Rhys would benefit from this war, suggesting they had ulterior motives. 

Then the High Lords started arguing with Rhys about his involvement Under the Mountain. Although Feyre had once told her sisters about Rhys and what happened Under the Mountain, she had only explained vaguely. Y/n was now listening and learning about what had truly happened back then.

With all the lies Tamlin was spewing and the gaslighting, Y/n couldn’t take it anymore, especially when he implied that she and her sisters wanted and enjoyed the change, accusing them of lying.

She stood, her eyes blazing with fury “You really have lost your mind, haven’t you? To think for a moment that my sister actually truly loved you, I cannot. How she endured you, I do not know. You are delusional and if you think people are going to believe your lies, then you’re even more delusional. You claim to work against Hybern, but I was there. I’ll never forget how you betrayed my sister and how your whore of a priestess sold us out. How I was turned and was forced to watch my sisters being thrown into the Cauldron. You made a bargain with the King and you did not feel any remorse for everything that he did. And now what? Anyone who works with my sister’s mate is working for Hybern. Is your brain still functioning? Or have you truly lost your mind after my sister left you?”.

Tamlin bared his teeth as he growled at her. Azriel growled back, his eyes darkening with menace “I would suggest you choose your next words very, very carefully” he warned, his voice cold as ice.

“It appears you Archeron sisters have similar taste in men” Tamlin scoffed.

“I can show you other similarities we have” Y/n shot back, her smile cold and sharp.

Feyre cut in, not wanting to escalate the situation further, but Tamlin insulted her, resulting in Rhys silencing him with his mind. 

After that, the meeting seemed to go well until Eris called Mor a slut. In a blink of an eye, Azriel was at his throat, sealing them in a wall of blue, caused by his siphons. 

“Enough” Rhys ordered seconds before Azriel could rip Eris’s throat out, shadows on full display. 

“Is that what you were referring to?” Y/n whispered to Cassian, her gaze fixed on the Shadowsinger. This was the first time she had seen him enveloped in the shadows like this. 

“That’s a glimpse of it” Cassian answered, his expression serious.

Although Azriel halted from ripping his throat out, he still squeezed at his throat. “Enough, Azriel” Rhys spoke into the Shadowsinger’s mind.  Azriel drove his knee into Eris’s stomach before releasing him, rage still consuming him.

Back in his chair, Azriel kept his eye on Eris, giving him a death glare, until the male finally apologized to Mor. The talks proceeded, and they discussed strategies of where to begin and what to attack first. Thesan informed them that they found a solution for Faebane and introduced one of his most skilled craftspeople, who was also an alchemist. Y/n was intrigued by this powder and wanted to learn how to make it. 

Beron started talking about the refugees, and one thing led to another, resulting in him saying he doesn’t care about the fate of the humans beyond the wall. 

Y/n spoke again, her tone sharp and accusatory “of course, how typical of Fae-kind. Your arrogance and shamelessness know no bounds. It’s no surprise there, I mean you always thought you were the superior race, which is why peace will never last in your courts” Y/n huffed.

“Are you threatening me, girl?” Beron’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“I’m simply stating the facts. It is only natural for chaos to erupt if High Lords thought they were superior. Your ego would lead to not being satisfied as being superior to humans, which then would turn into ambition to become even more superior than other High Lords. Grab more lands, force others to submit when you find out their weakness. Should I go on?”.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Beron sneered.

“If I was, I would have run as far away as possible the moment Fae-kind knocked on our door. But you know what? That trait you have of feeling superior would actually benefit humankind. You’d all be busy fighting each other to care about humans. And who knows? Maybe one day, while you’re all fighting, depleting your forces, the humans would attack and get rid of you”.

“Y/n that’s enough” Rhys interjected firmly. 

Not two minutes later, fire exploded out of Feyre blasting Beron for insulting Rhys, talking about him being Amarntha’s whore, and implying that if things go badly, he’d become the Kings’ whore. 

The meeting had been filled with the Night Court attacking everyone who insulted one of their members, for Rhys attacked Beron for insulting Feyre after, making Beron angry and preparing to leave the chamber as he shouted that he hoped Hybern would kill them all.

Y/n rose to her feet and managed to stop Beron with her speech “This meeting is not over. If we do not act now, Hybern will butcher us all, humans and Fae alike. Even if you don’t care about humans, you must at least care about your people. Before you ask, I know this because I went into the Cauldron and I saw the intentions of the King, what he plans to do. You all hurt for the people you lost, the children. But what about the human children? The ones who died because of starvation, poverty, while you sat in your comfortable homes with excess food and gold long before Amarantha came. Humans have suffered for far too long. They have no one to protect them, to shield them, so I ask you to fight, to protect those you’ve forgotten for so many years” Y/n urged, her voice filled with emotion.

The High Lords finally agreed to fight against Hybern, and Beron said he’d consider it before winnowing with his entire family and Y/n released a breath before sitting down again.

Even after the meeting officially ended, they kept talking and discussing strategies. By the time they were done, it was evening. Only Rhys and Kallias’s entourage remained in the chamber.

“That went well” Rhys declared, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Azriel gave a non-serious, cold apology. Since his attack on Eris, Azriel hadn’t uttered a word, his expression remained cold as he stayed in the shadows.

“If this went well, I wonder how it would have been if it went bad” Y/n commented dryly.

“You don’t want to know, trust me” Cassian chuckled.

“Maybe when the threat is neutralized, you can come and visit. We can work on our estranged relationship” Kallias told Rhys, extending his invitation to everyone in the room, before everyone finally retired to their suite. Azriel was leaning against the wall beside a window, shadows consuming him, while everyone relaxed on the couch. A knock sounded on the door, and Rhys went to open it. It was Helion, who appeared to have a thing for Azriel by the way he spoke to him. But then he started making sexual innuendos, which everyone seemed used to.

“Is he always like this?” Y/n whispered to Cassian, who nodded.

“Ah, right. Where are my manners? We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Helion, h-”.

“I know who you are. I was in that meeting” Y/n reminded, her arms crossed.

“Feisty. I like you. My offer extends to you as well, if you like” Helion remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“What offer?”.

“To join my bed, of course”.

Y/n snorted ���in your dreams”.

“I certainly will dream about you” he smirked, and Y/n gave him a disgusted look.

Helion and Cassian talked about their forces and what their plan was. Then they discussed Beron and his past choice to join the war, which led to Helion talking about Beron’s wife, where Y/n discovered they had an affair for decades until they were caught by Beron. Y/n deduced something that night but kept it to herself, not knowing if she can use it to her advantage in the future. Everyone retired to their room, Mor taking Helion with her, while Azriel stayed by the window. 

Two hours later, unable to sleep, Y/n went to get some fresh air on the balcony of their living room. To no surprise, Azriel was there, no doubt reflecting on what had happened that day. Y/n stood near the edge in silence, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts. After twenty minutes, she almost forgot he was there from the way he stood there in silence without moving an inch like a stone. His shadows, on the other hand, snuck up on her and brushed the skin on her back. 

“Are you alright?” she finally asked as she approached him.

A long silence followed before he answered “I’m fine” his tone rough and cold.

More silence ensued. She debated whether to ask or not, not knowing if it was a smart move given his current state. “You’re quieter than usual. I noticed today you haven’t been yourself… or maybe you have been your truest self? Is that why?”. 

His shadows danced around the strands of her hair that fell loose. “Would you be scared of me if I said this is who I really am?” he finally turned to face her, closing the distance between them.

“No. I think I could never be scared of you” she replied softly, surprisingly not backing away.

“And why is that?”.

“I don’t know, it’s just a feeling. You- it feels safe to be around you. Like a sense of security. I don’t know how else to describe it….As long as you don’t lie, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter to me which way you are”.

“The truth is, I don’t know my true self. I don’t know if what you saw today- the violence, or the pain I inflict on others during interrogations, all the killing and bloodshed is who I truly am or if I’m the one you’re used to, the composed, righteous warrior” Azriel found himself admitting things he never told anyone before, and to his surprise Y/n was supportive. 

“I suppose you can be both, depending on who you’re dealing with and which treatment they deserve. I’m fine with either” her lips curved into a gentle smile. 

Suddenly her expression changed into a worried look “what is it?” Azriel, who immediately noticed, asked, his shadows stilling at her change in demeanor.

“I don’t know, but something is wrong. We have to leave now”.

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NAMES ;;

Mizi , Miyako , Mizuki , Mi , Harmony , Wisp , Sage , Onyx , Beau , Beu , Altair , Eloise , Vivian , Stellar , Echo , Chiffon , Lux , Everett , Blaire , Oakley , Naomi , Phoebe , Crystal

PRONOUNS ;;

shx / hxr , zhey / zhem , ali / aliens , love / loves , kxss / kxsses , blush / blushes , xu / xurn , heir / heirs , er / ero , ix / ixs , se / hir , aura / auras , holo / holos , frill / frills , star / startburst , muse / muses

TITLES ;;

[ prn ] who sings , [ prn ] who is captured , Collared lover , [ prn ] who yearns , [ term ] of love , [ prn ] is loveless , [ prn ] is beloved , [ term ] muse , [ prn ] is vibrant

[trailingthecosmos]

Something I used to do to express gender was just listing off random things, titles, and adjectives like it was a shopping list of a sort. So I encourage all to do the same. Here is my gender list;

Debutante, bug girl, siren, doe, shaking a bloodied slab of meat in my mouth like a dog and having the blood splat everywhere, hand of madness, an interlocking and puzzling cube simultaneously and continuously moving and changing dimensional shape, star dust, Rust, Succubus, Sharp crystal points, murderous clown, purple, florida morning skies, mania and dementia, mad god, monk, demon queen, priestess, plague (both the disease(s) and character from DBD), dirty doll found in an abandoned building, forest oak, rotting/rotten/rot, decayed log but with a whole city of life regarding bugs and worms, brain in a jar, jelly fish, tentacles, Pirate, holy knight, divine entity, balance, yin and yang, blades such as swords and sickles, bo staff, pink, bows and ribbons, puppeteer, puppet with torn strings, fire flies, a swarm of flies/bees/wasps (bugs that go bzzz), bones and tar, eldritch, ribcage, roots beneath the trees, royal blue, 333, 777, 222, 555. Angel girl with black wings, mother miranda, Daniela/bela/cassandra Dimitrescu, snow white/Narissa/vivian/Faith(The wolf among us), Louise/Tina/Bob (bobs burgers), A prism of white that shines rainbow, color wheel, every color through light, white diamond/Lapis Lazuli /Sapphire/Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz/Amethyst/Sugilite/Opal(SU), Hearts 🫀♥️, brain, sinew, mortal flesh but a immortal being, experiences but never anything more than a moment in time, embarrassed sad little woman, Crows, Cats, Snakes/Reptiles, Wisp, a cloud of star dust, forged iron, Black, pearls, clouds, melted wax, lit candles, white roses, black lilies, morning glories. Genderless cryptid, mothman, la lorona, ghost, a figment, non existent but present, a paradox in design. A moral fabric in a sea of cruelty, red/poisoned apples, soft humming, lanterns, Mileena/Sindel/Scarlett(MK), torches, keys, locks/door knobs, water, air, lightning. Botany, whimsical, fruity little creature, stained glass mural, red meat, strawberry cow, blood and snow driven woman, crazy cat lady, hollowed, stoic, solemn, eery, kind, loving, orchids, instead of organs its machinery and my heart is made of a giant carved ruby that glows when i open my torso, the little mermaid, Witch, shadows, Daisies, the sun and the moon; twilight, mystical af wizard in a leaning tower casting spells in a robe and pointy hat littered with glowing stars. And finally, Planets. Planetary orbit, Saturn, Uranus(shut it.), earth, venus. Andromeda, the milky way, the asteroid belt.

WRITE UP YOUR LIST I WISH TO SEE EVERYONES!!

Pronouns: Elle/Them

(elle is french for she, pronouns in other languages sound so much prettier then whatever the english language has going on.)

[pruskita]

Kirby and Marx- @alientomat2

Vivian- @autumnleafdraws

Mochi- @startistdoodles

Gecko Knight- @somethinginworl

Heiadoze- @gethoce

Wisp, Leilani, Iris- @sweets-maoo

Caspian Starrhwing- Palettecrow https://characterhub.com/profile/palettecrow/

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Gin- gincei (no hay redes)

[five-rivers]

Ancestral Chapter 19

Written for Ectober 2023 Day 25: Will-o-the-wisp

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The moment didn't last.  

Danny could almost feel Gwensyvyr fade from the sight of the others.  Not all at once, but not slowly, either.  

Matthew made a sort of wounded sound in the back of his throat.  “Danny,” he said.  “Danny, I was dead asleep a minute ago, but that–  That wasn’t–”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  There had to be some sort of protocol for situations like this, some sort of etiquette for introducing an honored ancestor to their living family, but Danny didn’t know what it was.  Any ghost-related formalisms he knew were, after all, learned in spite of his parents.  

“It was that thing again,” said Vivian.  “How did it get in?”   

It was the first time Danny had heard her speak since…

Since she'd died.  

“Technology,” said Gwensyvyr, grimly, “a road we could not take.”

Right.  The thing.  “Jazz, could you…?”

“Yes, sorry,” said Jazz.  She stepped forward and, when Danny relaxed the shield, used the thermos to suck up the remains of the ghost.  Danny would have to see if he could steal some of his mother’s gloves to wash that out.  He wouldn’t put any ghost in such a small with blood blossom residue if he could help it.

The weaker ghosts started to come forward again, surrounding the family closely.  None of them, to Danny’s relief, seemed to be hurt very much.  

Irene took a deep breath.  “I will set the table.  Danny, how many of our honored ancestors will sit with us?”

“Um,” said Danny, looking at the packed room.  

“Vivian and I, only,” said Gwensyvyr.  “I think that should be easier, yes?  Your other relatives here are closer than I, yet still distant.”

“Two,” said Danny.  “Queen Gwensyvyr and… and Vivian.”

“Former queen might be a more apt title,” said Gwensyvyr, as Vivian winced.  “I am queen only among the dead.”

“Two,” said Irene.  “Two.  That makes twelve of us.  Twelve.  Twelve place settings.  Do we even have anything decent to serve…”  She walked away, towards the kitchen.  “Iris, George, come help me.”

Everyone else sort of shuffled into place around the table, zombie-like.  Except for Lewis.  He picked up one of Joanna’s heavy heraldry books and started using it to smash his phone.

"I could have handled it," murmured Danny as he bent to pick up his bowl of cereal.  He’d knocked it to the floor at some point during the very brief fight.  “The ghost.  You didn’t need to– You could have been hurt again.”

“And you could have been hurt.  For what reason do you think I have stayed, except to watch over my cherished descendants, hm?”  

Leo walked over with a wad of paper napkins and handed them to Danny.  “Is Vivian really here?”

“I’m here,” said Vivian, her voice so faint and distant it could have been carried from miles away by an errant breeze.  

“She’s here,” Danny said.  

Leo’s face crumpled.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “I’m sorry.  Vivian.  I don’t– I didn’t–”  He shuddered.  “I’m sorry.”

Vivian didn’t say anything, but she was crying.  

Irene and her children came back into the dining room with plates and sandwiches.  They set the table in a precise way that felt strangely familiar, as if Danny should recognize the ritual they were following.  When they were done, there were twelve place settings, and each of them had a sandwich, a glass of water, a folded napkin, and a sharp knife.  

“Honored ancestors, I invite you to our table,” said Matthew, with a small bow.

There was a long awkward silence as Gwensyvyr and Vivian maneuvered around and through two of the chairs to ‘sit’ in them.  The silence only grew longer and more awkward still afterwards.

“Danny,” said Matthew, “where are they?”

“Oh,” said Danny, realizing the problem.  “Those two chairs.”  He nodded his head towards them.  

Matthew sighed in relief and shepherded Danny to the chair right next to Gwensyvyr before taking his own place on the opposite side of the table.  

No one touched their sandwiches.

“Please, honored ancestors, we are ready to receive your wisdom.  

Gwensyvyr folded her hands in front of her, and her clothing began to blur and fade into something simpler and more modern. 

"Perhaps these things are ones I should have spoken to you earlier," she said.  "I will not ask you to forgive me for my lapse in judgment if so.  I had my reasons.  First, I could not, then, I was unsure, after that, there was too much to explain by spelling each word out letter by letter.  And two of those three ran out today, yet I thought, 'What difference an hour?  Two?'" She shook her head minutely.  "Urgency is difficult when one has practiced patience for so long."

"Honored ancestor," said Vivian, quietly, interrupting even as Danny hurried to relay what Gwensyvyr had said to everyone else.  "I think.  I think I should say… what happened to me.  First."

"If you think that best, granddaughter, then I shall not stop you."

Vivian nodded, then turned to Danny.  "You can hear me, too, can't you?"

“Yes,” said Danny.  “Yes, I can hear you.”  He rubbed his eyes.  “I can hear you.”

Vivian nodded.  Briefly, her form flickered bleeding and bloody and bruised, the scars of her death apparent just for a moment.  

“I didn’t die at the same time as everyone else,” said Vivian.  She was using the cadence that Danny knew had been trained into her as a future heir to the throne.  She’d complained about it to him and Jazz, once, when they were all younger.  “I didn’t even die the same day.  They killed me the night before.”  She paused and Danny finished repeating what she had said.  

“That… matches the coroner's report,” said Matthew, slowly.  

It took Vivian another minute to speak again.  “When I’m stressed, I like to walk through the university park.  It’s near my flat.  It’s–  I was stressed that afternoon.”

Leo hiccuped.  

“It isn’t your fault,” Vivian reassured him.  “I would have been stressed anyway.  I went out.  I wanted to get a walk before the sun set.  I had energy, I had…  A man came up to talk to me.  That’s not so unusual.  I wasn’t worried.  I had my taser, I had my panic button, security knew where I was, more or less.  He asked me questions about religion.  About modernization.  I thought he was a reporter.  But then I saw him at the coronation, and–”  She broke off, biting her lip.  “Bastard.”

“Wallace Hadryn?” asked Danny.  “That guy?”

Vivian nodded once, tightly.  “He wanted to know what I thought about the progress faction’s proposal for bringing in overseas business.  Wanted to know if I’d consider ‘canceling outdated traditions’ and make a stand for ‘real progress.’  Just– You know how it is.  It was offensive, but normal.”

Danny didn’t know how it was, but it didn’t matter.  His cousins seemed to.  

“I told him to get lost.  And he said something about trying the nice way one last time.  And then he changed.  He was the same as that thing.  Maybe he was even the same thing.  I don’t know.  I ran.  I hit my panic button.  But then all the lights went off.  All of them.  It was dark.  It was like anything with any electricity just stopped.”  She breathed in deeply, her chest rising in remembered motion.  

“That happens, sometimes, with ecto-energy,” said Jazz.  “But if it was from the same ghost, you’d expect it to break the phone before coming out of it.”

“It might have been the same one, I don’t know.  It could have been something different.  But I was getting away, I was– Then there were the lights.  They were the only lights I could see for at least a mile.  I thought they were normal people.  But you know those stories about not following lights.”  She covered her face.  “That thing was just chasing me towards them.  Herding me.  Ancestors.”  

Gwensyvyr patted her gently on the back.  

“They didn’t want to kill me, at first.  They wanted the Key and the Seal.  They– After, one of them said something about my Key being the last one.  I don’t know what they meant by that.  There were– There were five of them.  Mostly men, I think.  At least one woman.  They had their faces covered.  They didn’t want to kill me, at first.  They said they had a way to make sure I was thinking about the right things, when I became queen, but they needed to put me somewhere safe, first, and they needed the Key and the Seal.  They tried to take them.  I fought.  I fought.  Just like we’re trained to do.  And I–  One of the new ones, the one in charge, not Wallace Hadryn or whatever he was, they weren’t human, either.  I managed to scratch them, and they just…  Just…  They didn’t stop hitting me.  And the other four started in, and I…”  

And she’d died.  

“I was… there.  For a while.  Afterward.  They started talking about damage control.  Changed plans.  One mentioned a backup.  The one in charge told them to be quiet and leave.  They took.  The body.  Then I was there.  And I.  I couldn’t do anything.  For a long time.  The lights came back on.  And I saw…” she trailed off again.  “I had…  There was something like the Key.  It looked wrong.  It was the wrong color.  Everything was the wrong color.  But I could… there was something…  You know that story, about using the compass on the Key?  The one with Prince Yon?  It’s real.  And it brought me here.  And I saw Danny.  And he touched the key, and it…  Turned back.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Danny.  “I still have that.”  Because it wasn’t like he was just going to leave that lying around.  He took it out of his pocket and laid it on the table.  Everyone looked at it.  “I don’t know why it did that.  I’ve never touched part of someone’s, um, skyn skryth,” he settled on, finally, not having another good term for the clothing that a ghost wore because they’d worn it when they’d died or when they were buried, “and had it turn real.”

"Oh, yes," said Gwensyvyr as everyone leaned in to look at the Key.  "That is, as they now say, a feature, not a bug.”

Both Vivian and Danny turned back to Gwensyvyr to blink slowly at her.

Gwensyvyr tilted her head.  “What?”

[unladielike]

Vivian, why do you believe Kai doesn't like you?

         UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    "I mean... the better question is, why would he like me?" Her eyes were quick to grow half-lidded as she sighs, watching her breaths come out in faint wisps through the chilly afternoon air. "Not only are we the complete opposites, it's not as if I give him any reason to think, 'Oh, Vivian is the best!' After all, I always say the wrong thing, clearly do not know how to handle him, am what you would call a 'goodie two shoes', have emotional dysregulation issues, and would rather self sabotage than be vulnerable, because I fear rejection." Sure enough, she'll shift her gaze down towards her palms that laid listlessly over her lap.

    "To that end, what about me is even worth or deserving of love, especially when I can never be what he wants me to be... and words constantly get stuck in my throat, that lashing out feels so much easier? I dunno. I'm just... not good at navigating relationships with boys who aren't good at the whole 'emotional intelligence' bit and have toxic masculinity issues they haven't resolved yet," Vivian smiles ruefully. Why, the more she proceeded to speak her mind, the more she began hating herself all over again, because a normal girl would know what to do; in fact, unlike her, she was certain there was someone out there better equipped at giving him the relationship he sought... someone a little less lacking and dysfunctional, they would know how to appease him and make him happy.

    "In truth, I stare at his back sometimes, wondering what goes through his head, because it legitimately feels like we hail from different planets. One moment, I think I've gotten close to understanding him, and then the next, he says I'm mistaken, making me second guess myself," Vivian admits, for when it came down to it, Kai always seemed to not take kindly to her asking questions that may have potentially hit too close to home.

    "You know how you'll say something in conversation and can physically sense that you chose the wrong dialogue option? Welp, that's often me whenever I'm around him; in fact, having sex with him is so much easier than talking to him, to the point where I dread having to open my big, dumb mouth during occasions where communication is necessary. Heck, every now and then, I wonder what makes Kai keep coming back. Honestly, the voochie can't be that good, could it?" Her brows then proceeded to knit together, yet try as she might, she couldn't fathom why Kai was so possessive of her. Did he just not have other friends, causing him to naturally latch onto her? Or was he a weirdo who couldn't stand a girl not liking him for once?

    "Don't tell him I said all that, though. Chances are high he'll simply call me a 'dumbass' again."

anonymous ( concerning @gloryundimmed )

[phantomguild]

Meeting the Magi

[ @pokeask-magi-retreat ]

Mint began to approach the hovering Pokémon, though she stopped midway through as soon as she noticed the mysterious Vulpix a short distance away. She gave one of her usual beaming smiles.

"Hey there! You coming up to see the Magi too?"

The Vulpix backed away slightly, as if afraid. Though, before long, it gave a stiff nod of its head. "I heard you're supposed to give a gift to them... Though I didn't know I had to bring something." At hearing this, Mint just smiled and floated up to it, reaching into her bag.

"Here. I brought plenty, so you can make your offering too!" She grinned, holding out a collection of berries for the vulpine to take. It seemed stunned by her gesture of kindness, briefly hesitating before taking the handful into its paws. A short distance away, Ashen and Vivian smiled at seeing Mint's kindness.

"C'mon! Let's go see them together! Sides, I want to show them something, and I think you'll like it too!" Without even waiting for its response, Mint grabbed the unknown fox's paw and began pulling it along. It was all it could do to keep hold of the berries.

"Gyah!" was all it could let out as it was unexpectedly dragged along by the excited little hybrid. For someone so young, Mint had a surprising amount of strength. "Are you sure it'll be alright?"

"Don't worry, they're very nice! Though, I've only met them once before, but still! They gave me some good advice the last time I was here!"

Mint and the as-yet unknown Vulpix approached the hovering wisps of light, the former excitedly dragging the confused latter along. Eventually, they stood before the Magi, Ashen and Vivian watching at a distance.

"Hey there! Been a little bit, hasn't it?" Mint greeted, setting down her share of berries, as well as a thermos of water that she brought along. The Vulpix hesitantly followed her lead, setting down the share of berries that Mint had given it.

"I wanted to say thanks for what you said last year! I've been trying to keep what you guys said in mind, and I think I've gotten a bit better! In fact, since I started pacing myself rather than rushing things, it's actually improved how fast I've grown!" Mint stepped back a few paces and the fox looked over its shoulder at her in confusion. Was she going to show off some move or ability for them...?

Taking a breath, the hybrid began to focus. Blue flames began to swirl around her, beginning at her paws, climbing up her body. Before long, her entire form was engulfed in a myriad of blue light. Her body began to grow a few inches, though many of the details were near impossible to make out through the inferno. Mint grunted with effort, trying to hold the form for as long as she could. Though a few stray flames entered the Vulpix's body, going unnoticed by Mint.

For a few brief moments, a fae-like aura completely engulfed her, her secondary type changing accordingly. Though, as much progress as she'd made, she couldn't hold it quite yet. Mint's irises shrank as her body locked up on her. The blue flames, and her form, burst away in a brilliant flash of blue light, revealing her normal form once again. She lowered herself onto her paws and tail, exhausted.

"Hah... Pretty... Pretty sick, huh?" Mint said in between breaths. Her attempted form change, failed as it was, still left her utterly wiped. She began slowly crawling back towards the Magi and the Vulpix, the latter of whom went to support her as she approached again, with her uttering out a quick "thanks". She looked back at where she was just standing, noticing that the land itself, albeit only a few inches of it, was given a bit more vitality.

"Just... wanted to show off a bit..." She said with a weaker-than-normal grin. "Call me greedy or cliché if you want... but I will control that power, and use it to protect everyone I love, no matter how long it takes..."

[sylfen]

Inversion: Ch. 1 - In Pursuit

Next→ On Ao3.

Relationships: Ramattra/Genji Shimada, Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada

Summary: Following a skirmish at Suravasa Temple, an Overwatch strike team is led to Null Sector’s base of operations. During infiltration, Genji quickly understands things are not what they seem to be. Caught between loyalty to their causes, stopping an emergent threat and wishing to save a subjugated Zenyatta from the clutches of Talon, Genji and Ramattra both face an ultimatum: Stay the course or tempt fate and act outside set confines. What follows is a choice made in desperation, putting in motion a dance of manipulation and revelation. Figures from the past return, a global conspiracy is laid bare, and the future is more uncertain than ever. In between it all, Genji and Ramattra come to learn they are opposites only in part—and what should be crystal clear becomes exacerbated by budding feelings.

The atmosphere of the aircraft was quiet, pregnant, as if the pressurized interior encumbered even the moods of its passengers. There was good reason for the tense ambiance; all eyes were pinned to the holotable, the pulsing sphere floating above the projected map never straying.  

They had left the safety of India's coast a while ago. Hence, there was no other topography to draw other than the ocean's surface, a yawn of nothing beneath, offering no tangible reference of movement. In a supplemental fashion, data fluxed in the displays of the table, including that of their target. 

With arms folded, one foot rapping against the floor to ease the apprehension within, Genji waited for Angela's input while she pored over the mess of numbers. All the lights were turning loud in his vision, stinging his eyes. He resigned to let them rest for a beat by patting himself down, displacing small wisps of ash from his singed jacket, and watched them swirl and coil before dispersing.

Though he looked the part, Genji was the sole agent on board not departing from a recent Null Sector invasion. In fact, he had been intercepted and extracted from another type of battlefield entirely; one infinitely more treacherous and insidious. 

Owing to the unforeseen circumstances that led up to this moment, the number of present agents was fewer than usual. Brigitte and Reinhardt accompanied him and Angela in the cabin while their commander, Winston, assisted Lena in the cockpit. Conversely, Vivian was caught up leading the rest of the teams in repelling Null Sector's forces and evacuating civilians. Such an active role would have been preferable to Genji right now, his body itching to move, to assist, to fight—anything to burn away the anxious energy settling within his muscles. 

“Target stationary,” Angela finally reported into her earpiece, confirming her observation with a second check. At the news, Reinhardt and Brigitte exchanged glances. 

“Roger,” Lena's voice acknowledged, too focused on piloting the ship to fret at the implication. "Decelerating.”  

“Were we spotted?” Brigitte asked, weighing her heavy mace with a jittery hand, maybe the only other agent as restless as Genji. She placed herself next to Angela and together they perused the figures for any potential hostile reaction. No signs of the enemy aircraft yawing nor any incoming shots. 

“I can't tell.” Angela shook her head, her eyebrows knitted. “The numbers are static, see?”  

“Oh, yeah, that's so weird. It’s just hovering in place.” 

The unusual behavior prompted Genji to break his silence since boarding. “Be prepared. I was given no quarter.” 

“It was identified as a civilian aircraft, was it not? Could it possibly have weapons?” Reinhardt left his seat to aid the three younger agents, squinting at the instruments in search of an overlooked detail. 

“Maybe we're being tricked,” Brigitte hummed, pursing her lips. 

“Deception! Yes, a wise tactic!” 

“Don't get excited just yet, Reinhardt, we haven't confirmed anything yet.” Mercy let herself smile, the veteran's boisterous attitude infectious—like a child barely able to wait. 

Momentum continued to shift with the slowing ship. Genji was about to comment on his confidence in his intuition, that they were more than likely not on a wild goose chase, but he was cut off by the need to brace himself to not fall over. In the same moment equilibrium returned, the hologram changed.  

A formation ascended from under the static sphere, too large to possibly gauge. For the onlookers, it could very well be the ocean floor shifting upwards, rushing to meet them. 

Winston's voice filled the communications channel, his words calm but weighted under pressure.  

“We need eyes on this.”  

A live view from the cockpit overlaid the map. Whatever Winston was referring to was hard to see at first; it blended well, the small dark spot under the ambulatory waves of water. While the formation continued to rise behind the feed, the dark spot grew in turn. The room became hushed, breaths hitching with the choke of dread. In front of them, the ocean bulged upwards. Slowly, a monster of liquid swelled, distending upwards and upwards. And then suddenly—the surface tension broke. Water parted aside, cascading down white metal.  

“It's rising straight outta the ocean!” Tracer gasped, though her apt observation went unnoticed as everyone silently wrestled with the sudden turn of events. The new arrival continued its path into the sky, its size seemingly endless, until finally, its entire form emerged. 

Hanging in the sky, silhouetted against the setting sun, was an irregular halo of white. Recesses and sections along its hull were lined with glowing pale blue, and within its hollow center, a crescent revolved close to the inner circumference dotted with non-uniform lights. The geometric design was telltale, not unlike the Command ships encountered thus far. 

Indubitably, a hallmark of the same creator.  

“We have been brought directly to the lion's den.” Reinhardt's voice, severe and dark, dispelled the state of astonishment which had frozen his less experienced colleagues; repeated exposure to the psychological effect of shock and awe in the early days of the Omnic Crisis had blunted its effectiveness against the old man. 

Throughout the harrowing reveal, the enemy craft had been just as stationary and unresponsive as earlier. It floated patiently, seemingly in wait of the behemoth from the depths. In other words, it was safe to conclude it was not Overwatch's presence which had spurred on this ordeal. 

“Any plans?” Lena requested, the edge of her voice suggesting she was itching to act on her own volition. More than likely, she was forcibly holding back, as her actions would endanger more than herself. Genji could emphasize, shifting his weight around, desperately trying to think through the storm in his mind. 

“Yes. Approach the ship but keep an escape route prepared,” Winston ordered, already one step ahead of everyone else. “Athena, scan it for any points of entry.”  

“Gotcha. Hang tight, loves!”  

The ship lurched with sudden acceleration, wrenching everyone back. For those stowed in the cabin, the holotable's live view minimized and settled in a corner, replaced with a forming diagram of the Null Sector ship. A point of interest highlighted, showcasing a large hatch in the midst of opening. The very area the civilian craft was now headed towards. 

“That port is more heavily guarded than the Command ships and we barely made it onto those.” Brigitte's observation was confident, and it was plain to see she was Torbjörn's daughter. Emerging details agreed, emphasizing defensive measures along the hatch. 

Even Reinhardt seemed at a loss. “We have nothing among our artillery that will make a dent in it.” 

Angela's eyes darted around as she thought. “Yes, this requires a more pragmatic angle than firepower, I'm afraid.” 

As their distance to the massive ship decreased, the holographic figure turned more detailed. A calculated risk, more than necessary to properly strategize a plan, but a risk nonetheless. More points of interest appeared, presenting possible entries. In a separate panel, they were arranged in descending order of probable usage, and at the top of the list were small ports running along the length of the ringed hull. 

That was all that Genji needed to decide. He was already at the exit of the craft as he spoke. “Bring me close. I’ll disable the defenses from the inside.” 

“That’s suicide!” Angela protested, dislodging herself from her place by the table. A pallor beset her face, eyes wide and pleading, her concern overpowering rationale. She motioned at him, alluding to his singed state. “I know this is personal to you but there has to be another way!” 

“We risk detection every moment we wait to act,” Genji appealed, his tone firm. Whether personal or not, it was the only logical course of action, and try as one might, none could make him reconsider once he had made up his mind. 

“It’s true, this might be our only chance. Tracer, rendezvous. Brigitte, send a report to Sojourn, request immediate backup.”  

“Roger, getting even closer.”  

The decision was expected, yet the doctor could not refrain from showing her dissatisfaction with the situation, hugging her arms close to herself and bowing her head. Reinhardt touched a hand to her shoulder, meeting her gaze with a sympathetic expression. 

Winston scrambled to remove himself from the cockpit, hastily opening a compartment on his armor and rifling around inside. He took a deep breath as he approached the stern, steeling himself for the grim scowls of his colleagues. 

“We don’t know what to expect from here,” the great ape explained, opening his balled fist to present a small device to Genji. “It’s a partial module of Athena. In case we lose contact, she’ll still be able to help you.” 

“Thank you, Winston.” With a click of confirmation, Genji slotted the chip into a hidden port in his helmet. Winston took a step back and the airlock slipped shut soon after, separating Genji from his friends. 

He could see them stand beside Angela, offering her encouraging pats on the back and the most supportive looks they could muster. Though he consistently acted under the pretense of great conviction, the burgeoning venture was uniquely daunting. It was a comfort, then, to see the icon light up in his HUD.

“Hello Genji,” Athena greeted in his ear. 

“Hi Athena,” he greeted back, a smile appearing on his lips. He gave the agents a thumbs up from behind the chamber glass. “Let’s give it our best.” 

“Opening stern. Good luck, Genji!”  

A chorus of well wishes chimed in with Lena's. It imparted a sense of camaraderie in the moment, persisting through the rush of shifting air and temperature. With his wakizashi poised to strike and his shuriken slotted into place, Genji stepped forward until the tips of his shoes hung off the threshold. He clutched onto a bar, bracing against the might of wind to peer directly below.  

Drawing ever closer with the diminutive craft was iconography he had come to anticipate, expanding as if to bathe reality itself in vainglorious metal.  

He inhaled slowly. Cast off the lingering doubts shackling him to safety.  

The resonant voice from the hijacked city systems echoed in his mind, breathed its fiery message down his tingling spine and ignited the fire within. And Genji decided, this once, he would heed it: 

We welcome you into the Iris.

[vokismultiversaltower]

Cast Masterlist (W.I.P.)

(eternally I fear/j)

The Originals/The Al'Terria Crew

Voki

Fenris

Lilith

COD

Wildcard

Frost

The Adventure Zone

Volara

The Magnus Archives

Dr. V. Eein

The Entombed

The Listener

The Massacre

The Not Real

The Puppeteer

The Falling

The Gambler

The Arsonist

The Eclipse

The Poet

The Show

The Beast

The Monster

Marvel

Crim

Soni

Spindel (Marvel)

Divinity Original Sin 2

Valith

Vezda

Vash

Baldur's Gate 3

Rose

Tenebris

Valran (BG3)

Adori

Cronx

Siren

Vizox

Umbrella Academy

Wisp

Lore Olympus

Vokiren

Fallout

Desmo

Zap

Bluegiragi's COD Monster AU

Agent Red

Jade

Dire

Screech

The Walking Dead

Ace

Genshin Impact

Wenvoki

Critical Role

Bonebreak

Captain Mist

My Hero Academia

Phantom

Witcher

Vokima

Viper

Voxen

Dresden Files

Voss

Valentine

Volkquin

Voka

Vik

Adam

Milo

Vizes

Riordanverse

Shade

Supernatural

Vakam/Komodía Paízo

Danarae (SN)

Skyrim

Mage

Vorkaz

Valern

Do'viki

Star Wars

Yoran

Starspot

The Boys

Dreamer

Necrotorch

Good Omens

Vox

Game of Thrones

Voloran

Blue Eye Samurai

Ikov

Fourth Wing

Volkra

Vyprix

Voxen

Zenless Zone Zero

Kivo (ZZZ)

Honkai: Star Rail

Kivo (HSR)

Spiderverse

Spindel (Spiderverse)

Vessel

Jujutsu Kaisen

Vami

DC

Vari

Forest

Throne of Glass

Maran

Zoki

Lord of the Rings

Master Red

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Valran (DA:I)

Valokatari

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Danarae (BTVS)

Pressure

Burnice

Red Dead Redemption 2

Varney

Hazbin Hotel

Vini

Rise of the Guardians

Death

Raven

Transformers (specifically TFP)

Vamp

Vonn

Harry Potter

Varius

Misc.

Loran

Vokuna

Vapor

Shard

Vincent

Vivian

[the-illusory-seer]

You have (3) new messages from: Wisp

Hey, something happen? The whole department seems tense, like more so then usual.

There's a file on my desk, one second.

What in the world is this.

Oh hey

Got the memo?

[adarede]

wikipedia pages i have looked at recently

(since my browser history cuts off after 3 months)

feudalism

sark

guernsey

jersey

sercquiais

LGBT slang

list of pejorative terms for people

micronation

miso

declaration of war

sophie ellis-bextor

strictly come dancing (series 11)

the weather girls

it's raining men

leg shaving

craig charles

radclyffe hall

cicely mary barker

apennine mountains

gypsy horse

list of crossings of the atlantic ocean

titanic

scullery

dutch elm disease

pince nez

boston marriage

lutheranism

monocle

howards end

list of countries and dependencies by population

academic ranks in the united kingdom

mafia

bad bunny

amber alert

hue and cry

charabanc

list of feminists

skibidi toilet

dj snake

milan kundera

christmas market

darcey bussell

self esteem (musician)

roger eno

squeegee man

crossing sweeper

ramen

housewife

stay-at-home parent

Sally Clark

SIDS

Rabies

catacombs of paris

beaufort scale

religiosity and intelligence

korean variety show

variety show

osbournes reloaded

pine barrens

environment of united states

a walk in the woods (book)

terminal velocity

muzzle velocity

dehumidifier

withnail and i

vivian mackerrell

bruce robinson

2017-18 australian parliamentary eligibility crisis

orlando: a biography

medically unexplained physical symptoms

gulf war syndrome

list of paradoxes

opposite day

cascadia (bioregion)

appalachia

beano (dietary supplement)

idaho

ghost rockets

list of billboard hot 100 number one singles of the 2010s

list of uk singles chart number ones of the 2010s

list of most viewed youtube videos

cardiac tamponade

the spook light

will o' the wisp

atmospheric ghost lights

ball lightening

brown mountain lights

st elmo's fire

poltergeist

shadow person

estimates of historical world population

chin

dan and phil

east west rail

african cuisine

ornimegalonyx

marital rape

bras d'honneur

list of songs by taylor swift

dwarf elephant

bone china

ivory

wrangel island

mammoth

african elephant

last glacial maximum

ground sloth

3D film

nigella lawson

prehistory of australia

mastodon

paleoloxodon

borneo elephant

straight tusked elephant

hyrax

north african elephant

zoetrope

O holy night

containerization

shakira

list of antidepressants

list of poker hands

victoria coren mitchell

bikini

evergreen A-class container ship

i had a little nut tree

gunge

houses in multiple occupation

pedestrian crossings in the united kingdom

belisha beacon

coca-cola formula

demographics of south america

wasabi

flashed face distortion effect

aella (influencer)

temperate rainforest

caledonian forest

loch lomond

bigfoot

jedi census phenomenon

timeline of meteorology

centralia, pennsylvania

jersey devil

ozarks

crawler

blue hole (new jersey)

quantum suicide and immortality

the hum

skyquake

tubal ligation

glycerol

air source heat pump

list of current knights and ladies of the garter

list of prime ministers of the united kingdom

CP Snow

calabash

gourd

apocolocyntosis

[ladala99]

Coigreach Customizations

The final tier of the Coigreach shop has opened, so here's the customizations I've done today for my pack!

This first one will look familiar if you've read the story - it's Sasha's state after happening upon a terrible fate.

Changeling Eyes and Fern Nose/Claws/Skin to cement the change. I also added Yellow Orbs, Celtic Astrology [Opal] - Ivy Growth, and Celtic Astrology [Emerald] - Vine Vesture to complete the slightly taken-over look. But most of the scene is the same as before.

Vivian is currently the frontrunner in looks and stats, so she gets priority in cool-looking outfits. I thought the Celtic Cloak [Dun] looked really nice so I experimented with backgrounds and animal companions until I reached something I liked. Background is Ilkley Moor and the pony is Shetland Pony [Black Tobiano].

She's going on an adventure!

Milan was the previous frontrunner and I was waiting for the shop to be completely open to customize him so here we go! I decided I wanted to use the Fairy Ring Mushrooms, so just experimented with backgrounds until I found something I liked with it, which ended up being Smoo Cave. Then I checked out the headpieces until I found something I liked: Celtic Astrology [Rock Crystal] - Stag Tiara. To complete the outfit more, I put Spiral Bracelet [Silver] and Torc [Silver] on him as well.

He was the major proponent against Changeling Sasha from maintaining Sasha's role, and the fairies aren't too happy about that. They're trying to draw him away using Floating Wisp [High], though currently he's not paying much attention.

And finally we have a gene overhaul. This is actually a Wardrobe picture, as since anyone can leave the pack at any point, I'm not actually going to use these applicators until right before Sasha's next breeding. I did buy all the applicators I needed for it, though.

This is Moonglow, but fae-blessed. I decided "why not both?" to my question of using Moonglow or a wolf with a full Coigreach makeover.

Base is Sidhe, which I'm planning to get through the story. Eyes are Changeling as well, as though I kind of wanted them to be different from Sasha's, these are just too good for the vibe I want. He also got Annwn Manicou and Annwn Ornate Stripes, alongside a gilding of Wisp Sprite. I brightened his Luna Inverted Cross to 100% to fully make his body glow.

[id-pack-archive]

Plain Text

Doll/Puppet Themed Names

adelaide. adora. adorable. aerlyn. alena. alexis. alice. andrea. annabelle. antoinette. anxious. ash. aspen. ava. babette. babydoll. bambi. bambina. bambino. bashful. bella. belle. bernadette. blu. blue. blushe. chelsea. chia. chica. chirella. chirelle. chuckie. commedia. coquette. corelle. corette. corsette. cypress. dahlia. dalia. damon. dearesse. dearest. dearie. demure. devin. devon. doll. dollia dollie. dolly. drea. dread. drusilla. eldritche. elissar. emmie. essie. esther. evelyn. felicity. genevieve. genoveva. gia. glor. glora. glory. grace. gracelyn. gretta. hiccup. hyde. iraia. jane. janelle. janet. jannet. josie. julie. juniper. juno. kewpie. krak. lace. lacette. lacey. lain. lanie. lavender. letta. lilac. lily. lola. lolita. lovelace. lovey. lovie. lulu. lyla. lys. madison. mahina. mandy. maribel. marie. marion. marionette. marionne. marisol. marotte. mary. marybelle. maryjane. meek. melanie. melodie. melody. miel. minuette. mold. moldie. moldy. murmur. muse. nadine. nadzen. nancy. nanelle. naz. negan. nellie. nelly. nettie. nicodème. niegan. nimbus. nina. olive. oliver. olivia. pink. pinkie. pinky. pinocchio. pippin. poppet. poppette. poppy. porce. porcelynn. pulau. puppet. rose. rosetta. rosette. rubella. ruby. sacrifesse. satin. sebastian. shiver. sidney. smiley. smilie. soft. softie. sprout. stitches. sweetheart. sweetiebelle. teacup. teddy. thalia. theodora. trembelle. vee. viola. visage. vivian. vivienne. willow. wishper. wisp.

Doll/Puppet Themed Neopronouns

🐾 ◟ DOLL / PUPPET THEMED NAMES ◝ 🐾

adelaide. adora. adorable. aerlyn. alena. alexis. alice. andrea. annabelle. antoinette. anxious. ash. aspen. ava. babette. babydoll. bambi. bambina. bambino. bashful. bella. belle. bernadette. blu. blue. blushe. chelsea. chia. chica. chirella. chirelle. chuckie. commedia. coquette. corelle. corette. corsette. cypress. dahlia. dalia. damon. dearesse. dearest. dearie. demure. devin. devon. doll. dollia dollie. dolly. drea. dread. drusilla. eldritche. elissar. emmie. essie. esther. evelyn. felicity. genevieve. genoveva. gia. glor. glora. glory. grace. gracelyn. gretta. hiccup. hyde. iraia. jane. janelle. janet. jannet. josie. julie. juniper. juno. kewpie. krak. lace. lacette. lacey. lain. lanie. lavender. letta. lilac. lily. lola. lolita. lovelace. lovey. lovie. lulu. lyla. lys. madison. mahina. mandy. maribel. marie. marion. marionette. marionne. marisol. marotte. mary. marybelle. maryjane. meek. melanie. melodie. melody. miel. minuette. mold. moldie. moldy. murmur. muse. nadine. nadzen. nancy. nanelle. naz. negan. nellie. nelly. nettie. nicodème. niegan. nimbus. nina. olive. oliver. olivia. pink. pinkie. pinky. pinocchio. pippin. poppet. poppette. poppy. porce. porcelynn. pulau. puppet. rose. rosetta. rosette. rubella. ruby. sacrifesse. satin. sebastian. shiver. sidney. smiley. smilie. soft. softie. sprout. stitches. sweetheart. sweetiebelle. teacup. teddy. thalia. theodora. trembelle. vee. viola. visage. vivian. vivienne. willow. wishper. wisp.

🐾 ◟ DOLL / PUPPET THEMED NEOPRONOUNS◝ 🐾

[emidori-crossing]

Aroma

I don’t think Wisp likes Marty’s aroma either.

EDIT: I just looked up what Eau de Truite translates to and WHAT?